Thinking, doing and feeling the one, coherent, beautiful, just and good thing in the diversity of possibilities is an art in which we probably all practise.
It’s about seizing the right moment of eternity – in a dancing universe. With Kairos we emerge, out of our measured time into the immeasurable abundance of time in the universe.
However, Chronos-Saturn stands at the threshold, devouring us if we do not observe his chronology and do the wrong thing at the wrong time, in the wrong place, or the right thing in the wrong place, or the wrong thing in the right place. The very term “wrong” seems wrong to me. But I can’t even think that without using the term itself. Is it possible to approach the gods through thinking? Can thinking and speaking, can words create reality? Which word was in the beginning? We are still on our way into time, into diversity, probably with several intermediate stops at the Tower of Babel.
Kairos and Chronos are the gods of time. Chronos is the time that we can measure as it passes. In the process, our entire chronology of incarnations is imprinted in our bodies, in our genes, in our blood and brains. Since we forget most of it, it appears to us as fate or the guardians of thresholds. Kairos is the original time that is eternal. It becomes the gateway in our heart when we speak the “open, sesame!” with the devotional and powerful and loving act.
So on this bright morning, in the early morning traffic, I am inexorably approaching my destiny, which at the moment means dentist. It could be something else, my destiny. I think of the many destinies that are being fulfilled in the world at the same moment: the start of a crucial working day, an encounter with dear colleagues or stressed colleagues, an operation in a hospital, the birth of a child, the beginning of a new love, the explosion of a bomb, the first day of school, the fear of other children. I feel a bit of fear for my teeth right now. Then, as if in a corridor, a view of my own memories of fate opens up. Some crunch like sand on my teeth, some throb darkly somewhere in my body, others make me blush, others shine like stars in the sky, like radiant meadows of flowers or little infinitely hot balls of sunshine in my heart.
Blows of fate? I brought the dentist on myself. Is there anything I didn’t bring on myself? I’m not so sure about my choice of birthplace or my tax obligations. I’ve also experienced certain injustices. Or my body – is that me?
Thinking, doing and feeling the one, coherent, beautiful, just and good thing in the diversity of possibilities is an art in which we probably all practise. The aspects we have to take into account are many and varied. I have not yet found an optimal strategy for this. In order to get an overview, it seems at least useful to me to tick off unsuccessful strategies, which is why I am addressing some of them here, including also some that promise to be successful:
The hamster wheel: it means having, seeing, wanting and doing more, and to this end limiting oneself to a certain area, specializing. The reward for this is praise and recognition from a meritocracy, possibly prosperity and self-affirmation.
The clockwork: control and perfectionism. In an effort to be good, I check and plan my life and that of my loved ones. As a reward, I get the same as with the hamster wheel and possibly more power.
Fighting: For something or against something. This gives rise to art, war or self-control, for example. We can overcome obstacles, nourish our family materially and spiritually, make the world fruitful and radiant if we are mindful of life.
The flag in the wind: maybe I want to please everyone, avoid conflict and pain. Maybe it’s loving people, seeking truth and love, trying everything to realize these values. Maybe it’s escape. The reward is flexibility, understanding for other people, tolerance, maybe versatility, maybe volatility.
The oyster: It embraces the disturbing grain of sand with love and care until it becomes a pearl. It has a hard shell and a gentle heart. Who knows her reward? Perhaps gentleness, beauty, or something hidden.
Transhumanism, cosmetic surgery, culture, consumption and technology, etc.: I want to go beyond the human, because I can imagine something more beautiful than what I am at the moment and what others are. The absolute, the creative, the wonderful appears to me, or to my hidden soul, as reality. I am man and woman, wonderful as an angel and I try to manifest this in my life by all means.
Vanya: The hero of the Russian fairy tale sleeps behind the stove for seven years while his brothers do all the work. He is faithful to his reality and after seven years, when his moment, his kairos appears, he saves the situation for everyone. Here it is important not to fall asleep or get rusty, to endure the heat and criticism directed at the loner, and to learn vigilantly from every moment.
The dervish has died in his ego, has become empty and open to life, at the same time center and diversity. With his open eyes he perceives the circling of stars, worlds, people and colors, music and thoughts – radiant, colorful, loving universes.
We can flip a switch within ourselves to move from one time to the other. Like in a complex robot, the switch is wired in our brain cells, in our blood, in our genes. We possess the instruction manual, each of us for ourselves, and it is written in such a way that we can understand it. The system also conceals a greater or lesser degree of absolute freedom. It is said that we must travel seven worlds, cross seven bridges and release seven shackles before we are free to walk the path of the stars.
A good recipe would be accepting everything, recognizing what is and loving in freedom.. When I accept something, I recognize it, I love it. Often, however, I want to keep what I love, then I reject the opposite, then I slow down the passage of time, the circulation of the opposites and the stars, something like a grain of sand appears in the gears, in the clockwork of Chronos. There is no solution, my eyes are on the front of my head, I only ever see one side of the coin, or even just the edge, if I try to be equitable.
The question is how I deal with diversity in the many convolutions of time. I need time for this. Chronos and Kairos are our guardians. Time was given to us so that we can bring diversity to flourish.
Chronos writes countless stories in me, in the world, in time. What do they want? What do I want with them? Out into life, into freedom, into abundance, with my heart, with the wings of my heart and lungs, with my feet and hands I hold the scales, my eyes see the polarities and accompany them carefully and vigilantly. While my mind seizes the right moment of eternity in the dancing universe. Kairos be with us.
