Illuminated Narratives for Life’s Pivotal Moments, on the margins of the world, akin to the setting of a fable…
A timeless journey, with the central motif being You; your essence and the potential that resides within you, transcending the realm of criticism.
Strolling through the neighborhood of dreams, in alleys untouched by the ravages of time, beyond the acceptable and the blessed of civilized superiority, free from the relentless cynicism, beyond the emotional toxins. Where the sea binds white with blue, where natural color transforms into Light, to the ‘pyrargo’ – the castle houses that stand still today, whatever remains on walls, hinges, handles, or in overgrown courtyard corners, exude pathos, bearing transformative power.
‘A stone’s throw from today’, the initiated lady of the ‘pyrargo’, embracing her chosen path..She does not lament ‘troubles’; she recognizes her mission, focusing on her work. She understands the daily reality of limited minds, confronts the embodiment of evil fearlessly, communicates discerningly that perfection in life encompasses imperfection. In this ‘cosmic school’ behind closed shutters, through the experience of knowledge and ignorance, she welcomes and initiates the newcomer into physical intimacy, the power of Life, through acts of love and pleasure. She offers the opportunity to know and mature.. reaffirming that the paths leading to realization are particularly mysterious, requiring deep understanding, respect, and boundless openness.
Here, the unfathomable acts on its own, intervenes, connects, composes, and guides.
In some inexplicable way, you encounter People and situations on your path that surpass your imagination, opening the ‘door’ of reality without waste, without excess.
In the present time, I express gratitude to the old Lady of the castle for the time she shared with me, for what we said or left unsaid, wholeheartedly honoring her experiential journey, her progression, and evolution.
Human narratives against the tyranny of moralism and moralizing about the Prostitutes (Hierodules) who lived in the Lower Castle of Mytilene during the Interwar period.
Precious snapshots from the book “WHEN WE LIVED THEN” by Asimakis Panselinos.
All the images of my article have been diligently selected from my personal archives.
