After many adventures, lethal dangers, initiations in the boundless reality, running away from the determination of the mythological world, Ulysses got himself into a fairy island, far from passions and tests of the Gods. The time there had stopped, the Sophist, Skeptic, Romantic, Mystic and Pragmatic diluted into the endless sea that engulfed the space around the New World and the emotions from the Daring and the Eros, from Fear and Love, from Sin and Perfection had started losing their concreteness. Calipso the nymph met him there. Having gathered all the sunshine, vital and alluring, having covered her body with colorless substance from marine foam, she captured Ulysses. For seven years the hero lived in captivity on the island. In the day he was feeling sad about his birthplace Itaka he was begging Calipso to release him, he was caressing his Anima’s hair, he was kissing her hands, he was touching her knees with his lips, he was closing his eyes. After that he was falling asleep. He was dreaming of going away for good. In the night his eyes were closed but yet restless, the balance of fluids in the dishes was lost. The times of sacral moments came, of rituals. Then Ulysses was dreaming of how the sea around would swallow him, but he would still wave his hands from the bottom so that the Gods can see him.
During holidays the route to the sea is light- Zeus can see you from up there, grabs your shoulders, legs moving helplessly in the air above everything on the Earth and he himself brings you to the water.
You consume the sin, wash your hands and legs in the plates with ant-drops and you forget that you no longer walk.
During holidays your Anima steps on tiptoes, barely tangible, blue and dark. Night is a female voice that causes you to be silent, the water of the sea in which you have been conceived and from which you are running away but your knees still can feel it. That voice closes your eyes for the circles on the surface: Who are you? What do you want? What do you get? Forget about the Gods… Behind the Gods are people, behind the Gods are people… Itaka is among them… The same circles who initially threaten to swallow the kids and later they themselves throw stones in the sea and are later erased by the sea.
From her hair is flowing water. It goes round the shoulders and stays there. The holiday is the water circle in the sea- it begins from the pain, from the native foolishness, having no beginning and no end, always the same…
When it became eight years life on the island Ulysses found his ship, abandoned on the coast, imperfect and perfect. The Gods ordered Calipso to release the hero and so he departed for his birthplace Itaka, guarded by the blue-eyed Athena and chased by the angry Poseidon. The marine god wanted him dead. He resented his unusual daring that no other mortal had ever shown before. Probably he succeeded some day because after many hardships Ulysses finally made it back to Itaka, to his former life, to his own palace. He took revenge on his so many enemies and showed himself to Penelope. And forgot about his lost Anima.
And the gods sentenced the nymph Calipso to eternal suffering by binding her spirit to the circle of Time.
This always inaccessible Anima is a test- from the sunrise to the sunset, from the impenetrable darkness to the light of the day, she is the mastering of the element, a great challenge for the one who dares to thwart the World before him, to talk to the Gods, to look for Itaka and to sink into the endlessness of the Unconscious.
And so one day I understood that Ulysses- that is me.
перевод на английский: Борис Пенчев