Put Do Zdravog Ega od Ega i Apsolutna Egomanija

"From Ego to Healthy Ego and Absolute Egomania."

Ja nisam od onih koji će zamarati ljude s jedva izgovorljivim izrazima što šapuću iz nekih prošlih vremena. Ja sam osoba koja je naučena da sama otvara vrata bez puno nečije pomoći. No, definitivna i neoporeciva istina je da praksa čini majstora. Ponekad par odabranih očiju, iz ovog ili onog razloga, ne mora uložiti puno truda da ostvari pa gotovo nemoguće stvari i ukroti niti vještina za koje su drugi istaknuti ljudi u određenom polju potrošili gotovo čitav životni vijek.

Jednostavno, sva traumatična buka koja tektonskim, strogo reguliranim ritmom i životinjskim nagonom pulsira i deterministički oglušava naš spiritualni razvoj, našu najzdraviju tendenciju koja ne želi biti samo linearni dio kozmičnog stijega, topi se van prisustva i restrikcije ega. Ego je motor koji nas uvijek svjesno ili podsvjesno vuče u određenim smjerovima, no zamislimo ga kao glomazno sidro koje sanja na samom dnu kozmičkog mora ili dnu kozmičke rijeke. Ako ne naučimo kako olakšati olovnu jeku tog sidra koja putuje do našeg uma u obliku frekvencije i logaritamske intonacije zapakirane u sferi vibracije, mi, iako se krećemo, nikad stvarno ne stižemo. Uvijek smo bezlični putnik, putnik bez krajnjeg odredišta koji je odan vlastitoj materijalnoj, subliminalnoj refleksiji i putovanju koje nema gotovo nikakvog metafizičkog značenja za razvoj naše istinske čestice, esencije našeg totalnog, bezvremenskog postojanja.

Napuštanje vlastitih dogmi i prečesto superdoziranih nijansi svakakvih ukalupljenih strahova vodi nas u nepoznatu domenu gdje pisac sam ostvaruje svoje misli i pretvara ih u tekuće zlato u alkemijskom žargonu. Naočigled nepostojeće postaje materija koja utječe na ego, na naš brod, i mi postajemo vlasnik onog što je stvarno naše, a ne tuđa indicija, obasuta gomilom lažnih indispozicija koje su alienizirani imput i koje bi nas voljno zadržale na jednoj ili drugoj strani dualne ulice koja gotovo nikad ne nudi ispravan izbor.

Pitanje odbacivanja ega je upitno jer prava doza će izliječiti pacijenta ili ga poslati na drugi svijet, tako rečeno. Plesanje na ivici pakla i raja, interakcija s Nietzscheovim abyssom, stanica je našeg svemirskog broda gdje sve postaje razumljivo, kristalno bistro, bez puno iluzorne buke i lažnih stranputica. Svijet se napokon kreće, a ti stojiš i gledaš ga kako njegov zadihani dah puni i opušta njegova velebna pluća. Tada shvatiš gdje je njegovo srce, njegov um i gdje si u svemu tome ti, kao biće koje je sada spremno za multidimenzionalno putovanje ili kvantni skok, bez jecaja i monotonog žamora umornih mašina u nekom pretamnom podrumu supertajne organizacije čije je ime znano samo nekolicini odabranih. Ajd, nazovimo ih majstorima određenih kultnih disciplina.

EGO je Eg (EGG) iz kojeg se mora roditi tvoja odgovornost, tvoja nepatvorena kreacija i nova, visoko moralna racionalnost koja prihvaća da su život i njegovo postojanje jedine sile, uz ljubav, koje su vrijedne istinske smrti. Jer samo u odabranom i svjesnom paradoksu istinske smrti mi i naša misao postajemo stvarno živi.

Smrt nije kraj; smrt je novi početak koji odjekuje s nama u strunama vječnosti. Jer emanacija istinske vječnosti smo, u stvarnosti, mi sami, a ne kako je to rečeno, ovaj ili onaj bog koji će nas nagraditi ili ukoriti, kao Djed Mraz ili Krampus, nikad ne dopuštajući da naš imortalni ja pronađe samog sebe, dozori i postane ono što stvarno jest — multidimenzionalni putnik koji putuje prema svojoj vlastitoj obali, sa svojim vlastitim izborima, neokovan superimpoziranim teretom punim neumjesnih laži i teatrom solitarnih, totalitarnih žargona.

"From Ego to Healthy Ego and Absolute Egomania."

I am not one of those who burden people with barely pronounceable expressions that whisper from some bygone times. I am a person taught to open doors on my own without much help from others. But the definite and undisputed truth is that practice makes perfect. Sometimes, a pair of chosen eyes, for one reason or another, doesn’t need to put in much effort to achieve nearly impossible feats and tame the threads of skills for which other prominent people in a given field have spent almost their entire lifetimes.

Simply, all the traumatic noise that tectonically, with strictly regulated rhythm and animalistic instinct, pulses and deterministically deafens our spiritual growth, our healthiest tendency that does not want to be merely a linear part of the cosmic banner, melts away in the absence of the ego’s presence and restrictions. The ego is the engine that always consciously or subconsciously pulls us in certain directions. But let us imagine it as a bulky anchor that dreams at the very bottom of the cosmic sea or the bottom of the cosmic river. If we do not learn how to ease the leaden echo of that anchor, which travels to our minds in the form of frequency and logarithmic intonation packed in the sphere of vibration, we, although moving, never truly arrive. We are always a faceless traveler, a traveler without a final destination, devoted to our material, subliminal reflection and a journey that holds almost no metaphysical significance for the development of our true particle—the essence of our total, timeless existence.

Abandoning our own dogmas and overly dosed nuances of all sorts of molded fears leads us into an unknown domain where the writer himself realizes his thoughts and turns them into liquid gold in alchemical jargon. What appears nonexistent becomes matter that influences the ego, our ship, and we become the owner of what is truly ours, not someone else’s indication, adorned with a heap of false indispositions that are alienized input and would willingly keep us on one side or the other of a dual street that almost never offers the right choice.

The question of rejecting the ego is debatable because the right dose can heal the patient or send them to another world, so to speak. Dancing on the edge of hell and heaven, interacting with Nietzsche’s abyss, is a station of our cosmic ship where everything becomes understandable, crystal clear, without much illusory noise and false detours. The world finally moves, and you stand and watch it as its labored breath fills and relaxes its magnificent lungs. Then you realize where its heart is, its mind, and where you are in all this, as a being now ready for a multidimensional journey or a quantum leap, without sobs and the monotonous murmur of weary machines in some overly dark basement of a super-secret organization known only to a select few. Let’s call them masters of certain cult disciplines.

The EGO is the Egg from which your responsibility, your unadulterated creation, and a new, highly moral rationality must be born, one that accepts that life and its existence are the only forces, along with love, worthy of true death. Because only in the chosen and conscious paradox of true death do we and our thoughts become truly alive.

Death is not the end; death is a new beginning that resonates with us in the strings of eternity. For the emanation of true eternity is, in reality, ourselves, not, as it has been said, this or that god who will reward or reprimand us like Santa Claus or Krampus, never allowing our immortal self to find itself, mature, and become what it truly is—a multidimensional traveler journeying toward its own shore, with its own choices, unshackled by superimposed burdens full of inappropriate lies and a theater of solitary, totalitarian jargons.

Control the Divine · Blind Guardian · André Olbrich · Hansi Kürsch · André Olbrich · Hansi Kürsch At the Edge of Time ℗ 2010 Nuclear Blast Released on: 2010-07-30

This was not planned, but why not, let’s say this is my comment.

I could say much more, but you know what? I will enjoy the holidays with those who are close to my heart. I truly hope you will do the same, enjoy life, and learn how to master the tiny obstruction that people call death.

Cheers, have a good one!