Walking in the streets of Babylon

Babylon is a marvel of our times with beautiful gardens and temples, crossed by the Euphrates river and carefully defended by canals through which people from all the world can enter the city by many gates at disposal. Finally, I was there for the first time in my trading of timber, after a long and tiresome journey in a caravan from my hometown, Sardis.

I was walking along Marduk Street on my way to the Market when I saw a beautiful woman who I have seen before when traveling across the Royal Road and coming from Sardis, my hometown in Asia Minor. She crossed to a straight transversal street and attracted like a magnet, I went back looking to where she was heading. Her pose and fine traits were outstanding, I may say with certainty. Maybe she was a lost princess, possibly from distant lands of Anatolia, I told to myself.

– I saw you before when traveling across Ecbatana – I told her at the moment I finally reached her, with my voice trembling.

The woman was surprised but with fine manners started to excuse herself for not noticing me before.

– It’s me that ask your pardon, beautiful princess. I was on my way to the Market where I hope to sell some gold coins. And you, where are you going if it is not being too audacious to ask.

– I was looking at the Market, too, but these small streets seem so full of life…and I got lost inside their meanders.

– No doubt…May I join you? – With a gentle smile, she accepted.

They walked along the narrow streets inside the Imperial city when they found some people gathered around a squared table, like a chess game that instead of pawns, queens and kings, had naked statues of female and male. The game was simple, each player chooses the statue and another player had his/her choice, and they touched each statue, feeling an unusual shivering. He was surprised for the libertine context around and the woman becomes genuinely embarrassed. Then, as if she were a sinner, she told him: «I need to leave to the Temple…»

They continued to walk again together and further down the corner, two women were apparently playing with each other, the youngest holding the oldest by the back, by the cheeks, having their bodies static but after a short while the youngest start forcing the cheeks in a clearly painful way and then the oldest start saying, «Stop, my daughter, you are hurting me» and the youngest replied, aloud, «Why did you spend my money in the lotteries! Why??».

Then, already near the big Temple were the Princess were supposed to stay, several clay figures of blazing woman holding their hands over their chest were being sold, and the seller was repeatedly telling what anyone foreigner would say in respect for the Lord, that ‘I am, and there is no one else besides me.’ I was attentive to all my surrounding, a habitude I developed as a necessary condition of a successful young trader when I heard two old women telling to each other in a conspiracy mood: «See? In this Temple, priestess indulges in sex from behind **…»

Finally, while we walked silently towards the entrance of the Temple I become aware that I could possess the heart of this princess provided had more time to build a true and respectful friendship with her. Then, she stopped, looked at me, and said in a mood of confession: «I know that my redeemer liveth». Then, I held softly her hand and, maiden-like, I returned: «You will come in my dreams».

Now, I live with this insane thought tormenting me all along my longest and loneliest journeys crossing the most beautiful desertic lands of the Earth, because in my pure soul of a simple citizen of Sardis I knew that Babylon corrupted me.

** During Roman times the expression “coitus a tergo” was used.




The Gatekeepers and the Blockade of Science

I was born in an epoch where science was highly respected because it saves lives, it gives to our lives comfort and quality, and with cybernetics, there was a general feeling the day of liberating humans from mechanical and under-human activities would be over. But what we see nowadays is a situation where it is relatively easy to publish mainstream science, publish papers that delve on the sex of the angels, measure numerous parameters in complex systems with no theoretical explanation, the abuse (i.e.,, without attempting to understand and explain) of numerical simulators to reproduce complex natural and artificial artefacts. By another side, every work that attempts to introduce new concepts, because they may lead ultimately to a change of the social, these works are despised, not allowed to appear in mainstream journals. This situation should be discussed among scientists, because since the beginning of science, science was always in trouble, because every effort of the human mind to uncover the great mysteries of life and the universe is not welcomed,probably, by a sector f society, powerful and privileged, that wanted since the beginning of times, a lot of slaves to have a free and available workforce.  Thet’s why it exists, most probably, the “gatekeepers”, a class of people that ensures that no radical idea enters in the society, putting in peril, a status quo that is based on medieval ideas of power, but is not serving the progress of civilization, that does not even follow the idea of the great philosophers humanity have the fortune to produce. One of those class of gatekeepers is the political class. That’s why they are a social class; to gain money while serving 1% of the human population that got their richness from corruption and taxation.

REF: https://www.utwente.nl/en/bms/communication-theories/sorted-by-cluster/Media%2C%20Culture%20and%20Society/gatekeeping/gatekeeper1

L’écume des jours

Walking along the streets of the city, he realized that since a long while she hadn’t called him back, as she used to do before. The cold air from the mountains and the gray lights from the Sun perpetuated his feeling of loneliness. He was in his mid-fifties and his wife, much younger, left him for that same reason. He was too old for her. Until then, he had a total and exclusive relationship with her. He loved the nonchalant way she walked, when he caught sight of her in the distance, from his office at the Department of Literature, just before the lesson she attended. His Lessons. One day, she went to his tutorial class, and while he discussed the philosophy behind English drama, he was thrilled to see her look back at him with intensity, while slowly unbuttoning the coat. The reminiscence, L’écume des jours, as we might say, were frequently in his mind, trying to understand the reason why she left him so early (he thought).

“We must leave before separation happens…It is the classic move, everybody knows.” Oh, so many times he saw that strange look when a woman wants, wishes to abandon her lover.

“Catherine, let me in!” he whispered with his trembling voice while attempting to unlock the door with his cold hands. She opened the door, one more time, and then splashed some water on his face, laid him on the bed, undressing him slowly, warming his nude body with her nude body. And in a faint, insatiable voice, he begs her “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me”. What he thought to be unbreakable bonds, were in fact, miracles of the existence.

Chronicles from Lisbon: Fatima

Fatima Saturday was uncommonly hot and I decided to go to Fatima for personal reasons. I didn’t want to ask God anything as if for asking and protecting God would exist – somewhere or in our minds. I went there because the last time I went there it was thirty years ago with one girl friend who I loved so much, and now I know that she left me for that same reason. As anything is about love, there I was: on the right spot. If God exists, and possibly exist, but as we never saw Him, unless in certain peculiar moments or states of spirit, most possibly He exists in a different form than we think. So, there I was in the middle of a multitude coming from different parts of the world, notified by the different languages I heard, mostly Italian, Spanish and Polish. Being there, I bought a candle in an attempt to wire me to Him through fire. But no, I couldn’t put the candle gently on a holder, everybody in the crowd received harsh orders to throw the candle to the pyre, and I couldn’t even approach it because the temperature reminded me the Hell. Then, I went to the mess, but couldn’t enter inside the Church, full of lost souls like mine. Lost and tired from this temple now converted into an open market. Then I returned to Lisbon, but I was decided anyhow to attend the mess, I was badly needing, I feel myself a God hunter, someone who wants to believe, and in truth, many times miracles saved my life, so He must exist, but I want to know why He passes our entire lives hidden, feeding unnecessary doubts. I want to know if God is our craziest invention, an invention that justifies wars, or an invention that gives a sense of family life. So, as I said, I went to the local mess in my neighborhood. The priest looked at me (or it seemed to me) with curiosity and start the homily about priesthood and noble professions. That our lives on Earth are a priesthood, that life is a sacrifice dedicated to others and society, that above all it is love the most important value, that God expresses Himself to us through Love. Then, the mess ended and the priest with his acolyte left through the central alley, and when walking with dignity accompanied by the old organ and spiritual songs, a blond young woman in colorful dress called him aside and whisper with a smile some words to him, and then he continued the way, but now with a more joyous and bright expression on his face. A middle aged couple was by my side and I heard the man whispering to his wife: “And she said: at eleven, in my house”…

Giordono Bruno and our vision of the universe

Considering that planet Earth is not anymore at the center and that the Sun is at the center, why not, inquired Giordano Bruno, why not to go further than Copernicus in our inquiring, that is, to imagine a universe infinite where the solar system would be one among thousand others. This question raised by Bruno generated a revolution in our knowledge because the entire horizon that made our culture was destroyed suddenly. Because, for Giordano Bruno, the smallest of the beings and the greatest celestial body had the same weight in the new vision of the universe.


Socrates and the intellectual combat

Socrates represents the paradigmatic figure of the imprisoned philosopher, like so many others for whom life and intellectual commitment are indissociable. And for that reason paid with their own life. For Michel Foucault Socrates embodies the “courage of truth” and for Bertolt Brecht, in The socratesLife of Galilee, “Thinking is one of the greatest pleasures of the human race.” But from the beginning, thinking is a dangerous activity, for the political and religious powers, feeling threatened by those that interrogate unceasingly and having in their nature the eagerness of knowing without limits.

In this painting, Socrates is surrounded by his followers, sentenced to die by drinking poison hemlock.


State terrorism and their strategy of tension…

Swiss historian Dr. Daniele Ganser, author of the seminal book NATO’s Secret Armies: Operation GLADIO and Terrorism in Western Europe.

«But by the early 1960s – under the pressures of anti-communist politicking and flirtations with the Far Right – some of these groups began to morph into something more sinister, linking up with extreme right-wingers who carried out acts of false-flag terrorism, harassment of left-wing parties and coups d’état.

But was this morphing simply an unforeseen consequence of the unaccountability and instability of the network itself? Or was it, at least in part, engineered by the very Anglo-American establishment which gave birth to the project in the first place? And to what extent, therefore, can such acts of terror be seen as manifestations of ‘the strategy of tension’, carried out by the State against its own citizens for the purposes of control at home and geopolitical gain abroad? (We also discuss: Operation Northwoods, the so-called War on Terror, 9/11 and the recent Charlie Hebdo attacks.)»


Are we victims of State terrorism?…

We should think the unthinkable, this is the motto of political scientists but the common citizen should think like them too… And if the terror our societies are living were acts perpetrated by secret branches of secret services and secret military programs?… The Project Gladius, a secret program of NATO initially targeting communist parties, and exploding bombs in order to incriminate communist movements, seems now with a generalized intention with the ultimate purpose to enforce the State at the detriment of citizens freedom. How convenient! Please, take the time to see the BBC documentary from the 90s about this secret program…(Especially after 50′, what the operational terrorist from the Italian Right tells us, about the “Strategy of Tension” to turn citizens to the security of the State, at the detriment of their freedom..)

So, the so-called terrorists hit by car several pedestrians (again, in a second time, is London Bridge the analog of the Twin Towers?! Why they don’t block the bridge or put fastly protection pillars??) and the “terrorists” still had time to kill more people at Borough Market!…In a country with the highest threat level!… How is that possible!!! They say the terrorist were shot, but they never show a photo of the moment they were killed, nor their bodies, nor their identification. Now, they say that they don’t want to give importance to the terrorists, not showing them. But if these actors were true terrorists their heart wouldn’t be broken for not having their face on the VIP media! But, media don’t fear to give huge publicity to their terror acts, showing day after day what happened, or didn’t happened, feeding more terror on people!!!…

Before attacks in Paris on the night of Friday 13 November by gunmen and suicide bombers hit a concert hall, a major stadium, restaurants, and bars, almost simultaneously – and left 130 people dead and hundreds wounded. The police special task force arrived later than one hour! In the capital, Paris!!! Before, in Nice, the police left the place before the attack with the truck!!! When I lived in Paris in 1983 terrorist attack happened almost every day. And you know what? We rarely saw police guard on the streets!!!

Therefore, it is necessary that we, world citizens, take care of this new phenomenon, the real and complex possibility of State The-State-is-a-Terrorist-Organization-By-Definitionterrorism!…



– Sara, what a lovely day! Let’s go out, walk along the streets and enjoy this bright day!

– Calm down, Josh, please. I am not right now in your mood.

– But I want to go outside, walk with my wonderful son. Son, let’s go together.

And the little boy, at first surprised, finally jumped to his father. Sara looked out the window with an absent mind.

Walking along the street, Josh was euphoric, being together with his lovely son.

– Look, my son, look to the Sun! It is even rhyming… You are my sunshine! Wow, you are so light, my son.

– But father, let’s return home… Mom is alone at home.

– First, open your little eyes to the beauty around you!

And Josh walked a bit more carrying his son on his shoulders.

– But, yesterday, the neighborhood seemed more… magical. What is going on today, son?… Do you understand?… I feel tired…

– Father, let’s go home, father… I am good for today – insisted the child.

– But, look, son. The broken windows, the dirty street, the dispersed needles, the discolored trees… What’s happening???

– Son!!!