With the star-lantern
I went out into the skies
Into the chill of meadows
and the world’s only coast.
Where can I find my soul.
the four-leaf teardrop.
O Guide of lightbeams
Magician of bedchambers
Charlatan, you who know
the future, talk to me.
Where can I find my soul
the four-leaf teardrop!
— Odysseus Elytis THE AXION ESTI, (excerpt)
Searching for the hidden meaning
It seems it is that way planned from the harmony of universe that life should balance inbetween dipolar notions. Light and darkness, life and death, beginning and end, visible and invisible, meanings into which the soul trying to balance, while she is searching for the path that will lead to completion. The human being is born and goes into the great adventure of life in order to find his soul. Τhe indestructible- up to that moment- entity is forced to forget preexisting memories as it is involving in the world of birth and decay.
So the dipole starts from the moment of birth. The first information received by the infant is the separation from the mother. The mother is the first carrier of the image of the soul, she is connected with the life itself. The previously common environment in the womb suddenly is divided in to two. The infant leaves the protection of her womb and wins his first breath through a loud crying. The word “Psyche” is the Γreek term for “soul”, it is derived from the greek verb ‘ψύχω’ (psukho) which means, breath, respiration, blow, that is why soul originally means life. Breath is the first phenomenon that marks life and is stop the first phenomenon that marks the state of death.
So we come naked in, without any extra protective covering. From that moment our body, (ourself, our outward image) will be the vehicle that will carry us here and there. Τrapped in our own self, in an intentional isolation at the same time we fight for our release. Tangled between the knowledge that we primordially carry and the one that we just begin to seek. The body is like a cocoon in which soul is transformed. The wings that existed in our shoulders now are atrophying and we carry them symbolically until the moment comes to use them again.
The truth lies within us, in the organ that we call heart. This is the compass, the center of our existence, the seat of the soul. A straight path may be very brief but at the same time is taking us off the starting point. A circular path includes the tendency of the soul to the outside but at the same time brings us back close to ourselves. It surrounds us and keeps us inside the travel frame, but at the same time we are tied to our center.
Τhis two nature movement of return and repulsion brings us back to the starting point. The journey to the center of ourselves is like the labyrinth of Knossos. The center of the labyrinth represents an eternal movement that includes the past and the future, the circles of time that move periodically stacking experiences, useful for the development of the soul. It is the point where the passage transit from the horizontal to the vertical takes place and the schematic representation of the pathway from one world to another.
At the entrance of the passage the soul seems to be hanging by a thread. It balances or oscillates. What is the meaning that will make her balance and find serenity?
Where is the map of the route?
How long is the journey?
Are the memories and the scars left on our bodies the traces that will help us find our way, or a hand that is pulling the strings will be given to us all of a sudden? Fate or knowledge? Everyone knows the secret but no one reveals. With a finger on the lips they are “screaming” silence. The path streches ahead, the ticket for the journey is to ask, to seek, to “knock”, and then the finger will remove from the lips and will be the hand that gives the answer to the questions you seek and shows you all those you are searching for.
Ask and it will be given to you;
seek, and you will find;
knock, and it will be opened to you.
For everyone who asks receives,
and he who seeks finds,
and to him who knocks it will be opened.