EGONISM
Origin place and return of the souls
AUTUMN IN OCCIDENT
On September 11, 2001: The Spin Moment
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There are rare moments in life where the human being stops being a mere reader of the great history of our times and converts himself unexpectedly into the main character of the present facts.
When this happens, success overcome its context and invading our whole vital horizon; dyeing with uncertainty the dreams and drowning hope in bitterness.
We know that history is formed by these successes, generally dramatic and irreversible, like it must have been around the year of 455 with the final plundering suffered by the once glorious Rome in the hands of the Germanic tribes.
It is easy to understand the fact and the causes when the time passed has filtered all the emotional references, dissolving in an impersonal chronicle all the harshness of the events; but it is overwhelming to be a historic witness of these facts.
All paths lead to Rome!
What did the Romans feel to see that through the same stone roads that made the great empire, now destruction traveled on horseback?
Why is it that the empires finally die by the same cause that generates them?
Now History once again registered success, but not over old stone walls neither on worn papyrus, but on our own souls. History wrote the date and below it left a frozen image, where you are engraved, so am I and many more, all of us made eternal today and for ever in the cold pupil of horror.
On September 11, 2001 at 08.45 two different styles of life, two manners of seeing and feeling existence made harsh contact.
The Spin Moment had arrived for the United States; these moments are unusual and transcendental, but also dark and sinister because they only manifest their nature when they happen.
Absorbed in the contemplation of its own image the conscience of the West had disappeared in the Absent Information.
But when the Spin Moment is unleashed it transforms into an event with no return, the point where all the variables converge and crystallize; the instant where the invisible is triggered.
The Spin Moment converts itself into a dragon that crushes, burns down and transforms everything; the Chinese call it Transmutation, the Change.
More than a planned conspiracy, of hate and vengeance; more than decision of man, the success was already disposed inside the fractal structure of History; as everything that surrounds us, it is only necessary to wait and see each thing occupy its space during a certain period of time and that there is a time for every space.
In the same way as the dream of the god Ares was interrupted when he was dreaming of Aphrodite, the West was brusquely surprised while it did the same with globalization.
Now maybe the West understands that those who dream with illusions are fatally exposed to the obscure codes of the monster.
-That's it, exactly, monsters, monsters without souls are those who perpetrated this act!-
That's what the surprised sleepers screamed and cried.
In the same manner as the god Ares, the West discovered in a sudden and brutal manner that it is vulnerable and that from now onwards it must live with its vulnerability.
But now the brutal natures of the sons of Ares, Deimo and Fobo (fear and terror) riding dyeing the reality of the world with war.
Do you remember this The only Truth is Reality?
What a dimension the thoughts of Aristotle reach in these days of ours!
How opportune is it to ask what is the Truth, when we know that it is exactly the Truth the first do die in every war.
Was the stone that bled the front of the West thrown from the East?
-Caius, my own son! Why...?- excllaims Caesar recognizing the face of the murderer who was stabbing him.
It is from the big blows that the hard lessons are learnt, but to say it like this, with euphemisms, we must first decant all the pain, horror and trauma that the lesson we learn brings with it.
Fundamentally we must first decant Death; because at the bottom of all dramas like the one which occupies us at present, is always Death.
Is Death by any chance an absurd fact, regrettable, unnecessary, avoidable?
Death is not a secondary effect, collateral, accidental; on the contrary, because Death is in itself the heart of the drama; it throws us to the obscure depth of the tragedy.
Death gives human dimension to our acts and ethereal existence of our dreams and ambitions.
The further the time and the distance, the death of others is always a referential information, but in the measure that it gets closer its features become personalized and becomes the death of people I know.
Death tells us of the inevitable reason of our existence but we also see it as a strong currency which circulates in the world and takes the color of who markets it.
In the hands of a murderous terrorist that threatens our permanence in the everyday world, Death transforms into fear and pain, nervousness, uncertainty; in the hands of the religious beliefs that like tourist agents try and sell us a trip to the other side, Death converts itself into a doorway into eternal life.
No; it is not possible to decant nor un-dramatize Death, especially when it appears with such brutality.
The soulless monster has hit and left the mark of terror.
Do the suicide terrorists have a soul?
The murderers can hold inside them some of the different types of souls individualized by Egonism, those belonging to the empty beings, Nemo.
But the suicides form a different category; they are not empty beings because only the souls develop the concept of suicide within the human conscience; its strength can suppress the natural instinct of conservation of man making it take the final determination.
A Nemo being, guided by its natural structure could never develop such a determination.
Although we know that the animals, in response to a genetic code, carry out suicidal acts, for example when the species breaks the ecological equilibrium.
But the human being does not have this genetic code, because if it did we should all have committed suicide a long time ago.
The suicide is a idealistic that leaves this world in the search for a better one.
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But when the suicide is at the same time a murderer, it skips all pre-established standards and converts itself into the worse social nightmare; in the appalling mutation of spirit and matter placed in the service of the inane horror.
The murderer is a furious nihilist which strikes the bars of its reality, and society in a whole are these bars where it discharges its fury.
If the suicide in its mind considers that it deprives us of its presence and with its act erases the world of its conscience, the suicide-murderer in its nihilist fit drags us with it like a cannibal trophy to the depth of horror.
But, regardless of the words, Death continues being Death; other people's deaths, distant and informative, an anecdotal reference of the news, something that happens to some people; it's always this way.
Until, without previous notice, the fearsome Spin Moment is unleashed, just when one is absorbed in the daily activities, imbued in the daily problems, with its hardships and anxieties; something breaks the logical sequence of life and then unexpectedly Death is present.
Death is and will always be Death, but its real dimension will only be understood when it comes very close to us.
In this manner, simple and direct, many of the beings saw It, joined together by a mysterious equation of Destiny in the wrong place and at the wrong time.
Beings embarked on the daily task of living; who thought of living this day and the following ones too.
How many more days did they wish to live?
All the uncountable days that the future offers.
It is not convenient to think in terms of how many days can one live; one simply lives them, as one smokes cigarettes, one by one, and only one at a time.
But it resulted that this was the last day; without previous notice, without paranormal warnings, neither cosmic signals, this day cancelled the quota of life in an abrupt manner.
What does man feel upon seeing though the window a huge airplane about to come through it?
All of a sudden all conflicts, all expectations come to a standstill, there are no further possibilities nor personal achievements.
In seconds everything that was very important until that moment is not any more. In that moment the most frightening but always denied is made present.
The body screams with fright and pain while the soul is horrified.
But, is it Death that offers uncontrollable suffering and desperate pain?
It is easy to associate them to Death but in reality Death keeps itself at a distance, a few steps away from the suffering of the senses.
Death does not produce the terrible nightmare that the unfortunate victims of the horror undergo.
Death is the Samaritan that intervenes attentively transporting the sufferer to the dimension of the souls.
For those who struggle in the webs of a nightmare there is nothing better than someone who shakes you lightly making you wake up.
At the moment of opening your eyes, you will leave behind you all distress and the horror of the dream, and will observe reality with renovated relief and with a lovely sensation of release.
To all those who by a cruel decision of Destiny were deposited on the anvil of pain, the ineffable hand of Death touched their shoulders making them wake up.
and while the wheel turns
tell me your dream.
You may go if you wish to the garden.
Don't you remember me?
I open the doors while you
go in and out
with your eyes low.
Are you signaling the skies!
Don't look so far,
Only the flight of the crane.
Look in your mind an endless amount of paths!
tell me now your dream
because when you awaken
you will reach the Door.
Your time is short,
open your eyes and
....awaken.
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