Αν ο Χριστός ερχοταν σημερα , θα εκανε παρεα με πουτάνες της Συγγρού, με πορνοσταρ τίγκα στην κόκα ,τυπου Τζούλια ( πριν εξαφανιστει), με τζανκις και μεγαλεμπορους ναρκωτικων, με παιδοφιλους και κτηνοβατες, με ο,τι αρρωστο και βρωμερό μπορει να βαλει το -κατα βαθος- πουριτανό μυαλο σου, με επαγγελματιες εκτελεστές, με πληρωμενους πράκτορες, χαφιεδες και ρουφιάνους, με κλεφτες εκκλησιων και πατριδοκάπηλους, με τοκογλυφους που ρουφανε το αιμα του κοσμακη, με οποιoδηποτε υποκειμενο χρηματιζεται και πλουτιζει εις βαρος σου, με πωρωμενους εγκληματιες που σκοτωσανε τη μανα και τον πατερα τους, με βιαστες και αιμομικτες και αιμοσταγεις δολοφονους.
Μ'αυτους θα εκανε παρεα. Και μαθητές θα διαλεγε απο την εκπομπή της Ανίτας Πάνια τους πιο καταγέλαστους και μωρούς. Επειδη ''Ο Χριστος ενας και ο αυτος εις τους αιωνας'', ίδιος με τοτε που τον αγαπουσαν και αγαπουσε πουτανες και κλεφτες-τελωνες φοροεισπρακτορες, - ''μετα πορνων και τελωνων'', ιδιος και τωρα λοιπον. Και δε θα πηγαινε ολους αυτους να τους 'σωσει', οπως σου μαθανε στο κατηχητικο, με την νοσηρή συγκαταβατικοτητα του 'καλού' που παει να προσηλυτισει τον 'κακό, θα πηγαινε επειδη μονο αυτοι που εχουν αδειασει την ψυχη τους απο οτιδηποτε 'καλο΄και 'σπουδαιο' κι ειναι αδειοι αφηνουνε επιτελους χωρο να μπει ο Χριστος. Τους υπολοιπους, εμας τους καλους χριστιανους ή τους καλους ανθρωπους, αθεους και μη, τους ηθικους, τους καθωσπρεπει, τους ψυχοπονιαρηδες και τους μετριους, βαρυ γλυκούς και οχι, θα μας ειχε χεσμενους κανονικα, επειδη η καρδια μας δε χωραει σπιθαμη Θεό, περα απο τον εαυτουλη μας .
Α ναι, και με το μαστίγιο δε θα'διωχνε ουτε τους τραπεζιτες ουτε τους τοκογλυφους, οπως νομιζεις. Θα'διωχνε κλωτσηδον τους γραμματεις-θεολόγους τους λεμε σημερα- και τους φαρισσαιους-παππάδες τους λεμε σημερα.... Και θα κατεληγε σε φυλακη υψιστης ασφαλείας, κατηγορουμενος για στημενο εγκλημα, οπου θα τον καθαριζανε αργα και βασανιστικα, γυμνο και ξευτελισμενο ακριβως οπως τοτε , πληρωμενοι δεσμοφυλακες και το ''σημερον μετ' εμού έση εν τω παραδείσω'' θα το'λεγε σ'εναν αλβανό βαρυποινιτη μαχαιροβγαλτη. Και θα τον κλαιγανε μόνον -πάλι- κατι πουτανες της Συγγρου, που θα'τανε και οι μόνες που θα παιρνανε χαμπαρι κι απο Ανασταση..
Γι' αυτο δεν ξαναρχεται. Ο Χριστός. Eπειδη θα του κάναμε τα ιδια και χειροτερα με τους συμπατριωτες Tου και δε θελει ''το αιμα αυτού εφ ημών και επί των τέκνων ημών'. Κι εσυ που ακόμα περιμενεις το 'μετά δόξης, κρίναι ζώντας και νεκρούς'', το' χεις χασει το τρενο. Και γι'αυτον και για τον αλλο κοσμο...
Ι think Eugene /Flynn in Tangled is not just the most romantic but also the most Christian male hero in Disney movies.
He embodies the christian teaching ''Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her'' because he is the only prince that actually died for his woman. For those who havent seen the movie, Rapunzel tried to save him with her magic hair when he was mortally injured, by promising a life of slavery to the wicked witch in exchange for his life, but he cut off her hair - thus rendering it no longer magical- and sacrificed his life so that she could be free. He gave himself for her showing that her happiness and welfare were dearer to him than his own - the true test of deep, real love.
O πριγκιπας της Ραπουνζελ-το απολυτο αρσενικο κι η ενσαρκωση του σωστου αντρα κατα Θεον ''Οἱ ἄνδρες, ἀγαπᾶτε τὰς γυναῖκας εαυτων, καθὼς καὶ ὁ Χριστὸς ἠγάπησε τὴν ἐκκλησίαν καὶ παρέδωκεν ἑαυτὸν ὑπὲρ αὐτῆς'',ο μονος ηρωας παραμυθιου που εδωσε τη ζωη του στ'αληθεια για τη γυναικα του, για ναναι εκείνη ελευθερη κι ευτυχισμενη...
And by 'staying with you' much more is implied than their physical presence .All kids leave the nest eventually. But some never do psychologically.
If your kids reject , challenge or disapprove of your values, ideas, or even everything you hold true and dear, be HAPPY. It does not mean that you FAILED.On the contrary, it means that you succeeded as a mother, where most failed.
You see, any mother can give love, but it takes a great mother not just to love, not just to teach about values, but go beyond that and give her kids the love that is truly God-inspired: the freedom to her kids to challenge EVERYTHING that was given to them, to wreck it to pieces, if they must, her own ideas and values included, so that they create something TOTALLY NEW AND MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN WHAT CAME BEFORE THEM.
Progress in our human race comes only through furthering what knowledge was received from previous generations. But the only individuals capable of doing so are the ones that feel free to explore, challenge and even reject everything that is given to them, so that they can build everything anew, keeping only what feels right to them.
This is a tough thing to do for a mother. Because our instinct tells us to try to protect our kids, isnt that our job? And protecting means, as they are getting older, trying to give them guidelines that we think it is needed to keep our kids safe and happy.
So it takes guts and balls of steel to tell/show your kids that ''hey, that's what I believe and hold dear but you know what? It's totally ok for you to reject it. It's even totally ok to think I'm stupid or ignorant for believing what I believe, if that's what it takes for you to grow as a free mind that challenges everything, because that's what I wanted for you in the first place. Be free, my kids, even from me and my ideas. go into the future, where I cannot go and further humanity into something exquisitely beautiful that I am not even capable of envisioning.''
Homer used to say ''παυροι γαρ τοι παιδες πατρι πέλονται, οι πλειονες κακιοι, παυροι δε τε πατρος αρειους '',meaning very few children are the same as their father, most are worse, very few are better than their father''. I believe by 'very few' Homer meant those rare kids who are free to challenge everything their parents gave them and create anew.
Give your kids the rarest treasure there is in this world and all others: the gift of freedom to be themselves, even if that means rejecting everything you hold dear, for truly this is the way God loves us in this and all other worlds....
That intangible thing that some people seem to possess an excess of, whereas some others barely have got any to keep them going. It was a matter of constant fascination for me. To this day my favorite pastime is watching people walking by in public.
And I have noticed a weird thing; even though build, height or unisex clothes can be sometimes totally misleading in helping me guess their gender, I can almost invariably guess correctly people's age, even from afar, when no telltale age sign is visible from such a distance. And I bet you can do that too. Long before you can see someone's face walking tow\ards you ,you can tell their age, give or take a decade at maximum.
How does this happen?
I have pondered on this and realised that the deciding factor is THE WAY THEY MOVE.
It is something about the way they walk, the way they hold their body, posture, attitude, but it boils down to movement. There seems to be a kind of movement or lack thereof that is charactreristic of each and every age group, a few exceptions and idiosyncratic habits aside.
I 've been watching people moving around bearing that principle in mind and if you do too, you'll draw the same conclusion. Young people seem to be vibrating with excess energy, even when they just sit around.
The older the person, the more obvious the lack of this energy seems to be getting. By the age of 40 the majority of people seem to have lost most of that pulsating energy that is tangible in the way they move, slowing down their every move, slumping them into an invisible sluggishness bubble, that natural freedom and swing in their movements gone or slowed down. Young people vibrate with this movement energy, older people seem to be gravitating towards non-movement ( of the body, at least).
Why is that important?
Simple.
Everything that moves in the physical, thrives and flourishes and grows. Everything that doesnt, becomes stagnant, sick and eventually dies or disintegrates. Everything on this planet is moving and changing, when it stops doing that it deteriorates and ceases to exist.
Read this again and make sure you realise the implications: ''When a living thing stops moving, it slowly starts deteriorating''.
Prolonged inertia can potentially kill every living cell, by squeezing out its spirit and agility. And that goes for mental activity too, but that's not our point, because as people are getting older they gravitate towards mental activity and movement , to the exclusion of physical activity or to the minimisation of it.
However, there seem to be some exceptions. A few (lucky?) individuals that seem to be immune to this age slump, their body vibrant and alive, making it almost impossible to guess correctly their true age, because they seem to possess the moving dynamics of a younger age group.
Ask them or watch their habits and you'll realise they are at a state of constant physical movement. They may exercise-and most of them do- or they may not, but the determining factor is that they are at a constant state of moving in their waking hours. They move their bodies constantly , just like most kids and young
folks do. And that gives them their aura of 'youngness' and keeps their body young looking too in most cases, according to the principle that 'form follows function'.
How does this applies to you and me?
Moving your body can transform not just your body per se, but your whole life.Even a few weeks of exercising or forming better moving habits can make a huge difference to the way you look and hold your body, even if nothing else changes , no diet, no nothing.
To me exercising is all about posture. Having suffered- and still suffering to a certain extent- from scoliosis as a teenager and spending lots and lots of time on a chair giving private lessons or doing my translations and student assignments that I do for a living or surfing the net, gives me awful back and neck pain or even cramps. My body was not designed to spend so much time just typing and neither was yours.What I enjoy most about working out is the posture I get after only a couple of weeks or doing it regularly. I seem taller, my movements are more graceful, because my chest is thrown back naturally when I'm walking, my hips move in more harmony with my torso and my neck stops hurting. And yes, I look thinner and younger, which is what I wanted in the first place too.
So lets do it. Let's defy fecking energy loss that comes with age, or, if you are still very young and/or athletic, lets create more life energy by moving more. And no, moving around the house to do stuff for your kids doesnt count. You have to sweat, my friend. Sweat real hard or at least incorporate much more movement than the level you're comfortable at right now.
It is a surefire way for you to be transported into another universe, an alternative reality where the younger, vibrant and healthier version of you is having one hell of a time, because ''a healthy body only hosts a healthy mind'', remember?
Ι am 43 years old. In case you were wondering. And this is today's selfie. Again, in case you were wondering (denim is my uniform of choice).
Most of you following my posts get a few snippets of my life now and then, but I bet very few can tell much about me or my story. I've been trolled countless times on my own page here, mainly due to the fact that I accept just about anybody's friend request and block noone, even if they prove to be colossal assholes, letting everyone see through them through their comments so that in the end they obligingly block themselves and rid me of their stupidity. But I believe there is another reason for being trolled : I don't fit into the stereotype of the facebook chick, not at all. People get really confused, just as they do when they cant make someone fit into a stereotype. (and here's a post I wrote about it all:http://askyourdreamsforideas.blogspot.gr/2013/06/no-its-not-my-fault-its-your-dirty-and.html) Yeah, I blog and write about serious stuff but you wouldn't call me an intellectual when I post ass and tits along with wise quotes, would you? Yeah, I keep posting selfies and talk about sexuality a lot, but try chatting me up here and you'll meet with cold indifference ( I never text message anyone unless I know them offline or they specifically ask for something).
So what am I? The brainless chick or the boring intellectual? Why can't I just pick a role?
Maybe it's time for me to tell you a few things about myself and what I'm trying to do here. You know, just to get things clear. In case you were wondering.
Here goes: I was a child-prodigy in a way, self-taught myself how to read and write at the age of three by watching my three oldest siblings do their homework. I used to read Dostoyievsky when still in kindergarden. The amount of books I devoured by the time I was 12 -local library and all- some adults won't read in three lifetimes. ( hence it kinda hurts when trolls urge me to 'go read a proper book instead of just posting quotes', I did read proper books, folks. In record time, speed reading style. My favorite pastime was leaving librarians dumpfounded by reading an entire book in two hours , then detailing the plot to them in every detail for proof).
I graduated from senior high school exactly 25 years ago. ( I know because we have a reunion in four weeks' time). I gave birth to four sons, ages 19 to 7 years old that I raised practically on my own since their father works as a tour guide abroad and was absent for many months at a time. Before and during raising them I got two university degrees, first in ancient Greek Culture and Language, then in English and American Literature in theAristotle University of Thessaloniki ( that's 8 more feckin' years of my life burried in books ).
I've been a state high school teacher for 1 and a half years and resigned,( that's equally unheard of in my country, practical no civil servant ever resigns here) then went on to create a successful business, a private school of foreign languages that I ran for ten years. When the economic crisis hit hard, I closed my school down, which was a really turning point for me, because I nearly got depressed by it all, lost my main source of income, in a way had my kids and my entire family turn against me and accuse me for losing my business and depriving them of the lyfestyle they were used to and this led to an an informal separation from my husband. I've now gone back to private tuition and,of course, blogging.
I've been told that even just one of the personal losses I've been through in the last 5 years -my own mother's passing away included- could be a good recipe and cause of a mental breakdown. Instead, an amazing thing happened to me:
I STOPPED GIVING A sHITE ABOUT ANYTHING
and by doing so I found my own true voice and decided to freely and unapologetically share it with the world.
And that got a few people -especially ones that knew me before my personal transformation- pissed off. Calling me names behind my back, crazy and a weirdo the kindest of them on the list. Others stopped talking me altogether (thank God and good riddance!) A lot of them wondered what the heck I've been doing here on fb posting so much and so well, unashamedly????
And the answer is simple, really:
They say that if you want to have something in abundance, you should cause other people to have it in abundance as well , and that's what I'm really doing here, sharing my point of view -unique as anybody else's- about just about everything in my two blogs http://askyourdreamsforideas.blogspot.gr/ and http://love-a-story.blogspot.gr/.
My personal mission is to show by example to as many people as possible that happiness needn't depend on external shite, that spirituality and sexuality are God and go hand in hand with each other and that being yourself is just about the sexiest thing that can happen to you.
And that selfies can be classy, of course.
So that's my story. If you found any inspiration in it, do use it as a personal call to action to share your own personal truth here, so that not just fake voices and fake profiles take the lead and become the norm on facebook.
Scare the world shitless. ''Be exactly who you say you are and tell the truth about it''
Love ya all Eirini
P.S. Someone trolled me the other day by commenting 'keep silicone flowing' in one of my pics. Let's put things straight: I have absolutely nothing artificially done to either my face or my body. No fillers, no facelifts, no plastic, no lipo, no botox, absolutely nada, nichts, nothing, τίποτΑ!. Not that I pass any judgement on those who do any of those things. But you see, besides genetics, I do have my little secret for looking younger and radiant, if you value that sort of thing that is, and my ebook on how to go about this is long overdue.
So keep coming to me page, that particular cat will be out of the bag pretty soon and, the best part, for frrrrreeeeee!
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