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There are People

May 1, 2011

I can't take it anymore with these kind of people! I fear they are almost everywhere. I'm sure you have met one of these pathetic lunatics. Let me explain, please. You try to construct a healthy, philosophical discussion with someone (who is in emotional segregation with every living thing but he/she doesn't know it yet, and of course neither do you) and you lay down some thoughts hoping and expecting to build a solid foundation for the discussion. And then it comes; it comes so fast you don't have time to react. You can't respond because you are in shock: “How dare you talking about these kind of things, when there are people in Africa starving to death?”. It seems that this extreme acts like a virus. (In a conversation when someone argues with extreme examples it is because they don't know how to build the foundation for a healthy argument, so they try to destroy, infect and demolish the discussion with the lowest form of a show-off.)

I take the time to clear up this mess so in the future you can avoid the lack of resilience I'd showed after the “people in Africa starving” extreme, which had befallen me. Under my supervision, I have detected a particular group of people who I find the only group worth examining (and trying to join). This group is not official, it has neither a president nor an office. The members know each other but in a special and unique way. The people in this group are facing extremes and difficulties every second of the day. They are fighting the longest and the most bloodshed and the most difficult War in all history. There are people who continue their predecessors' journey. These people are here. Can you spot them?

There are people who are against the three-piece-suit liars disguised as lawyers, the high-brow fatties holding a ruler thought to be teachers, the secret committees, the people with no shadow,  the paratroopers, the people who begin a sentence with 'Trust Me', the people with white coats, the red carpet people, the interrogators with yellow teeth, those who talk on the phone and cover their mouth, the open-mouth dogs licking their bosses' feet, the bare feet terrorists, the self-constructed collapses, the poisonous snakes inside the rabbit hole.

There are people who give white, bright drops (and sometimes tears) of hope to the black viscous mire of reality. There are people who dream and have visions, who perform miracles, who use eccentric technologies, who hold shiny, colorful balloons in the crowd, who are constantly sending requests to the Superconscious, who read rare books, who keep a compass in their pocket, who wear top hats, who march alone, who whisper secret codewords and passwords to the wind, who confront unjust acts, who focus the lenses and position themselves before taking a photograph, who build cities within cities, who have wings and timepieces with hundreds of hour and minute hands, who wear a crown of flowers, who use the functionality of objects to do different operations instead of those described in the user's manual. In other words, these people are the potential we see absent in the humonculi around us.

These people gave us the extraordinary yesterday and whispered to us 'Fear Not the Morrow'.

These people are those who smile at you when you feel lost, who are looking at the stars when everybody is in the gutter, who tuned up with the cosmic frequency and listened the muted loneliness of the gods when the others were trying to measure the length of their chain-bonds. These people are those who inspire you with their Αrt and make you feel, they are those who have a burning desire to explore, they are those who fight with a quill instead of a sword, they are the knights who killed the knave kings, they are those who drew all the enchanting paintings, and they recited poetry from the heart, and then, they created infinite worlds with their stories, and they took you by the hand, and they guided you with the celestial compass to a place where you left a magical imprint of emotions.

These people showed you how to connect the dots and they revealed to you that everything is connected with everything, and they asked you to join them. How long will it take you to say yes?

Xenios Theocharous

A Room Within a Room

Mar 9, 2011

I am in a room with lots of doors and no windows. I open a door (any door, it doesn't matter which one) and I see a long corridor with... more doors. I smile meaningfully and I walk calmly toward a new door. I turn the doorknob and I enter...

I love looking at things which are inside of things. It all depends of course on the choice of the medium: a painting within a painting, a movie within a movie, a story within a story, a dream within a dream. When I see something within something else I immediately get the illusion that it has energy in it, as if it became alive.

But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw ever my own beauty mirrored.” ~ Oscar Wilde

If I dyed the mane of a lion blue and presented it as art what would it happen? Animal protection organizations (and my conscience) would accuse me of animal cruelty (and poor taste). And they would be right. But if a character in a story dyes the mane of a lion blue, (s)he would be the one who would take the blame for ludicrously transparent judgment. All of a sudden (s)he becomes alive and taking blames! We forget that (s)he is someone else's creation. (Watching a forest in TV doesn't mean we have visited that forest. Looking at a chair as a process, a series of actions – designing, cutting wood, assembling the pieces, shipping to the stores, etc – doesn't make the chair a “natural premonition of realness”. The map is not the territory nor the menu is the meal. The way we focus our attention on something that it has fake energy is a subject of which we should get in on a future discussion.)

The best lies are those which are told with this method as two reversed, inside-out statements: Imagine that I show you two photographs, 'BEFORE' and 'AFTER'. 'BEFORE' shows a fat lady with a mole on her nose. 'AFTER' shows a gorgeous woman with pearl smile. Some people may believe it's the same woman in both photos and somehow, somewhere, she lost weight and removed that mole on her nose. On the other hand, the majority of people will think and believe that each photo shows two completely different women. But what if I reversed the execution? Let me explain.

I take a photo of a gorgeous woman with pearl smile and I mark it as 'BEFORE'. The gorgeous woman then uses prosthetics and a wrinkled raisin and disguises herself into a fat lady with a mole on her nose. I take a photo of her and mark it as 'AFTER'.

The first 'BEFORE' – 'AFTER' example was a lie, appearing as if it were showing the truth. A lie within the false truth leads nowhere. The second example was a lie (a gorgeous woman with pearl smile as something of the past which now does not exist – before) within another lie (a fat lady with a wrinkled raisin on her nose as a real mole which again, does not exist – after). A lie within a lie thus it has energy thus it becomes alive. So it must be true, right?

I walk toward the new room with lots of doors and no windows. I notice two walls of mirror, opposite to one another. I see infinite reflected images of myself. There is a note on the mirror written in crayon. I lean toward it and I read:

You think therefore you are (alive). What a joke! You think you are alive: You see around you others, so you get the impression you are a part of the whole. You call that, life. You see your life within the lives of others therefore you are alive. It must be true, right? Dear, you are merely in a room within a room, looking at the image of yourself withing the image of yourself...”

Xenios Theocharous

Every Man and Every Woman is a Star

Feb 3, 2011

Every Man and Every Woman is a Star ~ Aleister Crowley

You are a star, traveling through space. You create your very own Universe, thus pulled by the Gravity of your World, you experience a continuous process of ordeals. When the initiation ends you get into orbit. Then, you travel in circles...

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time ~ T. S. Eliot

Xenios Theocharous

Art on the Wall

Jan 27, 2011

The artwork on the wall, shown in the trailer. I like some of it. As ever, inspiration precedes craft.

Stories Before a Goodnight Kiss
The epitome of how a dream-scape should be.
Art by

Mysteries of the Mind
I like the simplicity of it.
Brushes by

Behind the Curtain...
... you'll find a pierrot

Practical Miracles
Achieve Miracles by being:
- Religious or
- A Hero or
- Superstitious or
- A Brute or
- A Gentleman

Amaze your Friends
Amaze your friends the way Harry did.

Secrets of All Kinds
That's a promise I tend to keep.

Marvelous & Scary Stories
Another promise I'm inclined to keep.
The marvelous art is by the scary Virgil Finlay

Cure of Vulgarities
step 1: admit that you are a Vulgar
step 2: convert g to c
step3: convert r to n
There! Now you are Vulcan, the god of fire. Easy stuff!
Original Painting: Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, Napoleon on the Imperial Throne, 1806

Climb that Ladder!
I don't like it. It has to do with DNA and whatnot but it's cheap.

Haunting Journeys to the Kingdom of the Heart
My favorite. Looking at it, I'm Home.

Xenios Theocharous

First Video Preview Comes Out!

That's the first trailer of Watch in HD for eye pleasure!

Ad Mysterium

Jan 4, 2011

The first trilogy (more to come) of Ad Mysterium series is out.
You can follow it here!