The last time I traveled through Anatolia, the meeting point between Asia and Europe, I had to stop at Derinkuyu and interview Attyl Munk. As a member of the Society for Intellectual Freedom, founded in 1863 in Sexbierum, a village in the central north of the Netherlands, we do whatever we can to register and develop knowledge of the world and the people in the world. Censorship is a strong wall in front of all those that seek new ways to help society and ultimately our civilization, to thrive, to survive, the numerous menaces that hinder our joy of living.
Naturally, I did all efforts to reach Atthyl Munk with the help of a local contact. At the time he was living in Cappadocia, later he told me, because he was fascinated with the labyrinthic underground cities, and as a writer, he felt that certain ideas about our past and physics of the world we know could have the appropriated soil just there.
The trip was not easy for me, I must tell, while travelling across the beautiful landscape of Anatolia. That was a period of my life not easy. I questioned everything, and my personal life was broken. Then, a series of experiences came to my mind that thinned me severely. For example, I remembered when I was still living with my mother, after my father died. She was fabulous for me but one day I found out that she would prefer to see me go. I asked him, “Why? Do you want me to leave the house? I’m not young anymore, but I haven’t found a job yet.” “No, son, that’s not it.” And a friend of her, who was in the room with us, absently asked: “Does Allen always come to live with you?” It was a distracted question from Helen, my mother’s friend, but I realized that she had kept her reason from me and in a way she preferred to see her son far away and her lover close by. I understood, only in the worst way. These ideas emerged as the train tore through the plains of Anatolia and the colors numbed my body. Oh, and it came to me afterwards Aier, the one I truly loved, although I never understood who she was, she was covered with deep mist. By the way, was she an Israeli spy? Who knows. Or did I love all the women I met? Yes, it is true, I have all loved per equal and still do. Possibly at this very moment, one of them is realizing the same. Amazing. Why I left them? Pauli Exclusion Principle. We are fermions, we cannot occupy the same place at the same time.
Aier had the ability to make me feel human when naked, stripped of cloth. Just by evoking her body, my desire awoke. She had shapes that only a female body can have. And the well-designed breasts, and the matte skin still fresh due to her youth, and the eyes that sparkled with burning desire, that burning that humans emanate when they are at the dawn of the divine, aspire to the metaphysical. I don’t know why she left me, perhaps because my thoughts at the time were distributed as in a Pascal triangle, hierarchically in triangular order in appearance but with some hidden rules. Suddenly, after making love, in a deep state of mind, she just shoot to me: “I don’t love you anymore!” And I had bad thoughts since then, as I still have today mediunic messages. I still seek the divine, and this trip of mine proves it more than ever, but I am made of antagonistic thoughts, most of them evil. But who says that two bad thoughts cannot give a good thought. Can I give you an example? I can. Everyone knows that good is rare and evil is easy.
When I finally met Attyl at the end of the day, he was painting and his technique was based on swirling the brush, with black and grey, at first, and introducing colors subsequently through the canvas. After a short while, he turned back, receiving me with a naughty smile while he kept painting. He was at the beginning of the creative act.
– How are you, sir. Had you a fine travel? I hope so because we are at the heart of darkness. Things will never be the same. History had advocated worlds that we have failed to see. We live in times of new awakening from materialism. the idea that what exists is what we see before our eyes. Anti-Christ times? Perhaps. The Anti-Christ is the one who cuts off the head of man and puts a machine in its place. You are a Christian, I am a Muslim. Underneath our feet wind tunnels were dug by your religious ancestors. They fled from those who persecuted them for religious reasons. Early Christianity influenced Islam. We Muslims are brothers to the Jews. But modern governments armed with this technology are doing everything to revive the flame of hatred between brothers, to divide us. There are those who want to impose a world government of one religion. It would be a step towards monolithization. Apparently Catholicism aspires to be the One Religion, its number continues to grow unlike the others, excluding those who aspire to the World Caliphate and are terrorists, Sunni extremist group ISIS in Iraq.
For moments, Attyl stop talking and looked deeply to his painting. For me it gave me a sense of pause, I had nothinig at my hands to write, nor a voice register. And he continued:
-There was a time in fascist regimes claimed the trinity “God, Fatherland, Authority”, that was the people’s mental guide, now it is “Green, Climate Change, Digital”. The techniques are the same but at present what is being forced is the imposition of materialism as a way of acting and thinking. Philosophizing is now discouraged, in the future it will be banned. It is all social engineering and the Overton Window. There are traces of other civilizations that preceded ours. They had different technologies than ours, they made stone buildings that we are unable to replicate today, they worked with gold, metals and used water with great ingenuity for their survival and sophisticated agricultural methods. Ciudad Perdida in the jungles of Colombia was very advanced and thy had no squares or centers or plazas. On the contrary, its architecture was designed as a neuronal branch that disagrees with the straight lines of squares in modern cities; our digital-based civilization is not necessarily better, it is being used to bend, dominate and replace human beings. It is a step for transhumanism. Humans are inventive, can rebel, may not work if obliged; they don’t want that in the new world that is not new, afterall. Your Bible describes it with other name and the same beasts.
Then, changing the direction of the conversation and already showing signs of tiredness (he was in his 80s), he confessed to me:
– You know? I sleep in these tortuous cellars, of the marvellous and extensive underground city of Derinkuyu, carved by your brothers, our brothers, and I lie on my back on the floor and hear voices and feel telluric currents. I lie on the floor the same way that Leonardo da Vinci did as he understood the meaning of the body and drew the Man of Vitruvius. In Book VI, Aeneas and his companions arrive at the Cumean Sibyl’s grotto: “Deep in the face of that Euboean crag A cavern vast is hollowed out amain, With hundred openings, a hundred mouths, Whence voices flow, the Sibyl’s answering songs.” The best time to be awaked is at 4 o’clock in the morning. At that very moment, the Sun interacts with planet Earth and, wherever you are, the resounding is cataclismic to your mind. You can ear the voices of spirits, intelligent beings that live in another dimension, the fifth dimension, from where we all came from. This may sound speculative until you really try. It should be wise to return to the principles of philosophy, and follow the common sense instead of the actual idiotie, a world driven by thousand different currents of wishes, that some of us, powerful in their resources, and ambitious to fill the place of God, using social engineering, want to turn humans as slaves of their profits. What command the world is Logos and Religion, or spirituality, as teached by Empedocles, and reading Heraclitus who rejected polumathiê or information-gathering on the grounds that it “does not teach understanding”. All information is at our disposal to build a better world, it needs meaning, understading, and respect for each other.
It was late and I said goodbye to Attyl with the sense of accomplishment, trying to clarify my mind and my senses for the wonderful existence that is life. After a cup of tea and another of coffee, a Turkish obsession, and more knowingly, I supposed, I took the train back to Sexbierum without fear death.
With the thought that maybe we are not alone, maybe we will not be alone, and believing that in the Heavens we may have thousands virgins waiting for us, I took my guitar and improvised some solos.