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The Carnival
message! And since when does carnival serve as an inspiration
for messages?
This happens from the time when we understand
that we can and must learn from all that takes place around us.
Because we can always learn something from whatever happens
independent of the event, even from an event that seems to offer
nothing of worth like the carnival feast there is something to
learn from it.
All the events of this period speak to us
continually, insistently, that we recognize its causes and
consequences, so that we can always maintain and direct the
rudder of our lives in the right direction. As whoever manages
to correctly know the causes of wrong living and, principally,
to recognize the consequences of this, will regiment all his
forces, with the maximum zeal, to redirect the life that he has
lived up to now. With every certainty.
Really, with all certainty. Absolute
certainty. Only if one does not make an effort to proceed on the
ascending path, the one who doesn't see where he steps, or
better, he who doesn't want to know where he is stepping,
even when he has already sunk in the murky swamp of vices and
passions. The lack of knowledge on the operation of these
natural Laws blunts the human spirit, stiffens it, clouds his
vision and slowly destroys his capacity of discernment. The
voluntary ignorance on the causes and consequences of the many
multiple and significant happenings of daily events acts on a
tired spirit, already possessed by an unprecedented sleep, like
a comforting lullaby, that is very much welcomed. A sweet song,
that little by little becomes for him a swan’s song, to wrap him
up in a guaranteed sleep of spiritual death.
There are two aspects that immediately call one’s attention to,
during the short reign of the King Momo. Therefore, both deserve
to be analyzed more deeply.
The first deals with fantasies, to the
meaning they contain. What would be the real motivation capable
of making a person believe that it is within the patterns of
normality, for example, to put on a plastic cape adorned with
rhinestones, and a Louis XVI wig, then crown oneself with a
cardboard crown and go out parading around, all sovereign like
to the beat of small Brazilian drum-like instruments and
tambourines?
“Of course, enjoyment, evidently! Be happy!
Free yourself!” But why exactly does anybody have a good time
playing the role of someone who he isn’t? Could this Joe Soap
really want to feel like Louis XVI for 72 hours, with the airs
of a fictitious king amongst his illusory subjects, or, to the
contrary, what does he really want in this short period, does he
really want to forget that he is Joe Soap? Doesn't he want to
temporarily exempt himself of any responsibility, until being
guillotined by reality?
To put on ostentatious garments, hide ones
face behind a mask, and to jump and sing and flaunt around like
the opposite sex, under the influence of alcohol and other
drugs, seems to be much more of an escape than amusement. Three
days of total distraction, of the most complete alienation, on a
binge, without having to give account for anything or to anyone,
not even to oneself. Is this what is called “happiness” in the
carnival ballrooms. Absolute irresponsibility, inebriated by
lance-perfume*; dignity suffocated by confetti, being strangled
by paper streamers. It is exactly this that the partygoers want.
They want to dive entirely into the raving of the crazy
libertine lifestyle, ample and unrestricted, which,
nevertheless, only makes the inevitable return from the darkness
even much more bitter on Ash Wednesday.
All of them are senseless. In fact they are
all senseless and much more still are the people who make one
big carnival out of their lives. Those chastely dressed imagine
that they can corrupt the will of their fellow man unpunished,
with noxious thoughts; those who for their own profit destroy
reputations with a few knavish words, disguised by the mask of
cunning; those that put on very well cut and cunning fancy dress
costumes, that enables them to bring multiple harm to their
fellow man, for profit and personal satisfaction, through the
most sordid scheming, are always prodigiously destructive. In
short, all those who make hedonism and egocentrism their most
sacred divinities, and to whom they are frequently submissive on
a daily basis, to these they have long sold their souls to.
Senseless, indeed they are senseless, because
all of them have unexpectedly arrived on the Ash Wednesday. The
time has come to wake up. Clowns and Columbines that until today
have lead a life of fun and games, only caring about acquiring
new pleasures and sensations, caring little about the
misfortunes of others, they will have their masks pulled off and
their costumes torn from top to bottom, so that they are exposed
to be who they really are. Their huge carnival block will
dissipate, and they’ll never be able to regroup to continue
using the disordered life of until then, routinely supporting
themselves on the pain and the suffering inflicted on their
fellow man. The carnival lifestyle of today has to stop, and
with it the devilish slogan of “live till you drop”, so
cunningly executed and disseminated by them here on Earth. They
will have to learn very late indeed that responsibility is never
treated as something singular, and separate from the action of
the human spirit, even though it may be a fallen spirit.
The second aspect worthy of note in relation
to carnival is shame, or better put the lack of it. For certain,
nobody, who has already seen something of the carnival parties
in Brazil will consider the statement exaggerated that they are
nothing but consented orgies, depraved rhythms danced by
perverted men and embellished by degenerate women. Men and women
that are no longer anything other than males and females, who
degrade themselves mutually in these samba-orgies, make an
effort with incredible zeal to lower their level well below that
of any animal, which always ever uses sex in a healthy and
natural way.
Here a special mention for the women who use
carnival as an excellent pretext to vainly exhibit their nude
and half-naked bodies, in a disgusting visual collective of
prostitution, regally paid with each masculine look that covets
her. Creatures who have transformed their bodies – an instrument
that exists for the work of the spirit - into voluptuous traps
and seductive bait ready to hook and disgrace legions of foolish
idiots and stupid weaklings.
They don’t know that with their sensual
contortions they show themselves to be much more than a supposed
carnal attraction. For shame is a direct, exact, and
unmistakable measurement of ones own spiritual value as a
person. A human who has removed all types of shame from him is a
spiritually empty being. And a spiritually empty being fails to
fulfill his fundamental prerogative, the reason of his own
existence, that is the obtaining and maintenance of the self
conscience acquired through experiences, in his pilgrimages
through matter.
Naturally this infallible measure is equally
valid in the opposite case, and in both directions. Thus, the
more ennobled the human being, the more integral and unshaken
his intuitive feeling of bodily shame will also be. And
vice-versa.
The biblical metaphor written in Genesis
about the “recognition of the nakedness” by the human couple,
and the need for both to feel the need to cover it when the
notion of good and evil was awaken in them, is an image that
gives evidence of the start of this process of awareness of the
human spirit, the last and fundamental objective of his passage
through the several parts of Creation, that eventually
facilitates one’s own entrance into Paradise. For a developed
spirit who already has established a certain degree of self-
awareness, body and soul are absolutely intangible, inviolable
and incorruptible casings. Never would such a person consent to
have his body exposed for public contemplation, neither his soul
undressed before pretentious psychic specialists.
Dances and carnival parades, as well as
several other similar contingencies, just act as catalysts of a
long process of interior degradation, in the course of the
intimacy of countless number of people who have failed as human
beings. They constitute mere opportunities for a visible
exacerbation of the stage where they find that the lack of shame
has been a long time latent in them.
Through this simple and direct measure of the
manifestation of the feeling of shame, the reader can well
imagine the real spiritual position of the majority of
terrestrial humanity.
* Lance-perfume: a spray that temporarily
leaves one dizzy. |
