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City: From Thessaloniki to Athens
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Sunday, June 26, 2005 
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Thursday, April 14, 2005 
“Truth” and all that good stuff. With English being my second language, I’ll go back to the use of the Greek word for truth, Αλήθεια (read alithia), and the romanization someone I knew used, Alithyia. The prefix α indicates the absence of the essence defining the noun that follows, λήθη. Λήθη (read lithi) is a state of forgetfulness and was manifested through an eternal sleep in Greek Mythology (or what I like to call Encrypted History). Alithyia is the state of non-forgetfulness and awareness. What the hell does that mean? Alithyia is the reminder of what one has seen, felt or heard and led to the realization of that stimulus. Alithyia is the reminder of what’s real.
“Rewind, selektah!”
I was at the train station a few months ago, waiting for my girlfriend. A couple was standing a few steps next to me and the guy seemed awfully familiar. After wondering if he’s an actor, a singer, an Air Force Officer or a pimp, it hit me. He was Billy’s brother. We talked for a minute and I went back to my state of waiting. Billy was a guy I met when I was 17. He had a second hand clothing store down town and his place instantly became my favorite place to be, ‘cause everything he had was directly shipped from New York (which meant that his joint was pretty much the only place someone who’s down with the Kulture
could find clothes). Billy was a 21 y/o ambitious and friendly Greek-American. As time showed, he was also a person one can trust. Billy became my friend. We moved all the stuff together when he changed address, we literally built his new store together, we smoked pot together and, above all, we talked. A whole fuckin’ lot. We were really into conspiracy theories and theological approaches (gotta love listening to “Soul Assassins, vol. 1" being high - gotta love the fact most of those theories we formed are part of the axis of my walk in life) and it didn’t really surprise me when Billy found me in a club one night and said, “Yo, you need to come with me to Ouranoupolis(1). It’s part of the Revelation. Meet me at the Halkidiki Bus Station at 05:30.” Two other guys Billy considered to be his friends received the same oral invitation that night. I found myself drinking coffee with him at the bus station sometime before 06:00. “I knew you’d be the only one to come,” was Billy’s way to say thanks. On our way back from Ouranoupolis, I could see what was up. Billy was losing it. In short time, all of his “friends” stepped away from him. But I was still there, helping him find info on the Ancient Greek Pantheon, the Islam, the Illuminati, the Knights Templar - you name it. I moved to Athens sometime in ‘99 and Billy went to live with his relatives in New York. I was really happy to see him one night at a club in Athens. I was really happy to hear his new theories about Big Pun being St. Paul and Method Man being Muhammad.
Fast forward to 2000.
It was a couple of weeks before Easter and I was sleeping in my apartment in Athens. I got a call from Billy and we arranged to meet in Thessaloniki during the Easter break. I hadn’t seen my folks for quite some time and after all the oh-so-precious family moments, I went down town. I met a friend and we went for a coffee. During the discussion we had, he asked me if I remembered Billy, “that Greek-American guy.” My answer was affirmative (duh). “He hung himself last night.”


Why did Billy hang himself? I still believe he did it because nobody could see his own personal Alithyia...

To be continued.
 
(1): Ouranoupolis is the town right accross Mount Athos (also known as the Holy Mountain), the Orthodox monastic community, and the virtual frontier of the Greek government’s jurisdiction. The Athonian community is really a separate world by itself.
Monday, March 14, 2005 

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忍法
Ninpô: Patience Method

Yeah, that`s my method. However, "patience method" is not really doing justice to the term. You could say that it`s more like the "patience law" or the "patience path" than just a simple method. But, still -- it`s not only about patience.


Nin: Patience, Endurance, Stealth

Word. Like I said, it`s not only about patience. Nin (or Shinobi) means a whole lot more than patience the way we perceive it(1). Endurance, stealth, patience - war virtues much? Yes. "Break it down like this."



Yaiba: Blade

Nin`s upper radical is read Yaiba, which refers to the cutting edge of a blade. "What the hell does patience have to do with blades?" Patience.


Kokoro: Heart

Nin`s lower radical is read Kokoro (or Shin), which translates to heart. "Blades, hearts... What the hell?" Patience.

"Having a heart that cuts like the edge of the blade."
Yes, patience. The virtue of waiting silently till your goal is reached.
Yes, endurance. A sharp heart that will sustain all sorts of mishaps.
Yes, stealth. A silent weapon that remains unnoticed, yet effective.

And what kind of a person would be patient, enduring pain and remain effective while keeping everything on the down low?


忍者
I`ll let you figure out yourselves how this is read.

Peace.




(1): The Greek word for patience is "õðïìïíÞ" (read ipomoni). "ÕðïìÝíù" (read ipomeno) is a verb for "being patient", but its direct translation is "to sustain". "Õðü" (read ipo) means "under" and "below". "ÌÝíù" (read meno) is "to stay", "to remain". "To remain under." Stealth much?

Tuesday, February 15, 2005 

“A warrior of light knows his own faults. But he also knows his qualities. Some of his companions complain all the time that ‘other people have more opportunities than we do.’ Perhaps they are right, but a warrior does not allow himself to be paralyzed by this; he tries to make the most of his virtues. He knows that the gazelle`s power lies in its strong legs. The power of the seagull lies in the accuracy with which it can spear a fish. He has learned that the reason the tiger does not fear the hyena is because he is aware of his own strength. He tries to establish what he can truly rely on. And he always checks that he carries three things with him: faith, hope and love. If these three things are there, he does not hesitate to go forward.”(1)

Nobody’s perfect, right? In the quarter of the century that has passed ever since I started playing on this level of the game(2), I’ve come across people who thought different. They thought they were perfect. Flawless. Absolutely superior. The next step in the evolution of the species. And what a load of crap that is. Then again, I think different too. I think that each and everyone of us has the potential for being perfect, just because we all have flaws (and as you may have noticed, I just love an oxymoron).
“We’re in the warp!”
“OK, shit’s great. [...] I posses the greatest knowledge of all. I know that I don’t know shit. I also know that I’ll probably never know shit. Yet, I know that the fact that I don’t know shit is the greatest knowledge of all. Cliche and all that, yeah. It’s like the white belt. Traditionally, a beginner wears a black belt, signifying his lack of knowledge and the purity of his mind, soul and heart. With years of study, effort, sweat, blood and pain, the white fabric tied around the practitioner’s waist gets stained and turns brown. After more study, effort etc., etc., it turns black. The Black Belt. Some never get to reach that level, some get the Black Belt and quit, ‘cause they think it’s the end.”(3)
With even more years of effort, the Black Belt starts losing its fibers. Slowly, the black fabric goes back to white. And you know nothing again. A flaw? Yeah, but you are happy again, because you realize it. You know that you don’t know. You are fighting for the light. You really are perfect, because you know you can’t be flawless.

(1): Coehlo, Paulo, “Manual of the Warrior of Light”, trans. Margaret Jull Costa, Harper Collins, UK, 2002.
(2): In the spirit of my views on life being like a video game. More soon.
(3): Originally written in my personal journal, circa Dec. `03, the passage titled "Overcome" became a skit in Mikros Kleftis` latest album, "Oso Akous Mathenis."