Fragment of a Gnostic hymn, Central Asian Turkish...
In your great height, bright Realm
The heavenly musicians perform joyful pieces of music
My God, each piece alone evokes countless melodies
If one plays such a composition in your Realm, my loving God
The sound is echoed twenty thousand miles away, in far off lands
And in other dimensions, filling the cosmos
I bow down, my God
Before thy exquisite, beautiful countenance
Completely perfect art thou, oh merciful one
For you are the beneficent, merciful one, full of compassion
Who has mercy on us
The performance of music is a form of worship, an act of love. Every quivering lute string, every passage of air sounding in the flute echo the love of God, each vibration an act of devotion.
In every spiritual tradition, light and dark representing good and evil are the two poles that affect all things, living and inanimate. To understand our being and existence is to understand and appreciate this dichotomy.
Thursday, May 3, 2018
The Song Of The Sun
These beautiful words were recited by a woman disciple of Mani's known as the daughter of Athimar on the occasion of his death. He was convicted of blasphemy by the Zoroastrian Magi who represented the state religion in Persia at the time and imprisoned, tortured and beaten. He died in prison, his crime being his sheer honesty, and that he spoke to the hearts of multitudes in the language of light and love. Such people who would liberate us from fear are seen as threats to those who claim to represent the spiritual conscience of humanity, but in reality are but the agents of evil and darkness. The following verse became known as 'The Daughter of Athimar's Song' as Mani's faith would spread to the ends of two oceans and gain adherents on three continents. Though Mani's physical body died, his adherents would exclaim "Mani hayy!" meaning in Aramaic 'Mani lives'. Greek speaking peoples would use that phrase to describe the followers of Mani, and they would become known as Manichaeans. We are light and each of us possess a miniature Sun within our hearts, to shine upon all we meet and bathe them in the warmth of goodness and godliness. The Sun may set today, but will always rise again on the morrow, eternally, as Light will forever shine bright in it's endless struggle to counter the dark.
Noble Sun, unsparing of its warmth
And by the same action unsparing of sheltering shade
Sun, which ripens the grapes and prepares our bodies for feasting
Then withdraws to let us celebrate
Sun, which turns a blind eye to our excesses
And to our human follies
Returning again the following day, still equable, still generous
Expecting from us neither gratitude nor submission
Noble is our Sun when rising
And noble, when it sets
The Bogomils And Balkan Dualism
The southeastern portion of Europe known as the Balkans has always stirred the imagination of people, in particular other Europeans. This original ‘first Europe’ lying at the crossroads of civilizations, cultures and migrating warring, conquering peoples benefitted little from the legacy of countless invasions which have swept through the region.
Outside influences have colored Balkan life and culture but this has come at a heavy price paid in blood, oppression and indifference. Where outside influences and the forces which helped to mold societies for the better in many cultures, advancing thought, science and social progress such as the influence of Islamic civilization on the European Renaissance or Persian and Greek thought had on that very same Islamic civilization, Balkan peoples have no memory of any invader contributing to the betterment of their tensely guarded, protected nations and their individual identities except the legacy of oppressive and cruel tyrants who used the land and people as a stepping stone to realizing dreams of imperial grandeur and empire. As a result of these many centuries of invasion, oppression and tyranny the peoples of the Balkans; be they Albanians, Bulgarians, Greek or Serb, Bosnian, Croat, Thracian Sarakitsani or Arumanian Vlach all reflect vividly in their personalities the extreme opposites in human nature that all of us inherently posses in our psyches but seldom manifest willingly outward in our demeanor so long as our society remains stable and we are, according to our own perception of normality, content and sound. Balkan history has been a troubled history, to say the least, and the peoples of the region reflect the effects of that struggle for survival of the self as well as national identity and cultural aspiration. This instinct for survival is found in all human societies and in every human being, but the Balkans can be a study point from which we can see the effects of barbarity on people, and how those effects mold a people into what they might become. At times we can be shocked at the outright cruelty and harsh indifference of the Balkan peoples to one another, yet we admire and respect them for their warm hospitality, honesty and sense of friendship. Most of all we are in awe of their willingness to sacrifice, time and again, for the cause of freedom from oppression. These passionately brave people display, to a fault, a sense of earthly honesty and straightforwardness that many, such as the rich and powerful living comfortably in Western Europe, regularly forget. What happens in the Balkans has historically affected the rest of Europe. The difference between the wealthy “we’re going to solve everything” ideologues of a modern united post-NATO Western Europe and the farmer or sheep sorter living in the rocky hills of Macedonia or Montenegro is that these hardy Balkan folk have painfully learned from history that to pretend that human greed and emotional or nationalist desire goes to sleep forever because a few people think that they have learned a lesson is simply not true. We can aspire and we can dream but as long as there are human beings in this world there will be sadness, tyranny and pain, because it is all part of human nature. This is negative thinking, for sure, but no one in the Balkans believes that the guarantee of European solidarity based on a common currency called the Euro is going to last. In fact they think that this creation of a united European confederacy happened only to strengthen economic factors for competition against others: Russia for sure, also China, Latin America, the USA. This is an analysis you would hear from a woman sorting tobacco in Bulgaria who never saw the inside of a university, who doesn’t know anything about politics or economics. Regarding human nature, no university can teach these people a thing, nor do they normally care to hear the opinions of university professors. They have been lied to for far too long for them to be trusting, let alone positive.
Connection with the past was a factor in medieval Balkan life and culture and remains a factor up to the present day. Prehistoric folk customs and traditions live on in everyday life. It is believed by the scholars of folklore and mythology that the art of epic recitation began in these rugged mountains. The tradition of the bard recounting the tales of heros; many of whom were one day a common person who then rose to become great because of his or her deeds, responding to a dire situation...dates back to the time when people sat in caves and listened to the tribal bard recite such tales for entertainment and to pass son to the younger generation the morals and ethics of the tribe. The epic singing of the Serbian guslari accompanying himself on the one stringed bowed fiddle called a gusle chanting via a plaintive melody the verses passed on for generations is n to just entrainment. This is bringing to life the souls of ancestors and their struggle to survive in the face of insurmountable odds, whether those odds and obstacles be human, spiritual or obstacles that originate in the Earth and the harshness of the limestone Karst that make up much of the topography of the region. Thus Homer, Pindar and Aesop would be at home and would recognize this ancient tradition, which is from that which the lIliad and the Odyssey do indeed hail. Speaking of the connection to life in caves of the time from prehistory, the root word for house in Albanian (shpe) and Greek (spedi) are connected to the root for cave (Alb. shpelle, Gr. spilia). A plethora of customs and traditions from time immemorial are still adhered to by even the youngest and hippest university graduates and modernist politicians and avant grade performance artists. Thus the living and heartfelt link to the prehistoric past defines the Balkans and it’s peoples. Maybe this link is something that has been proven, something the people can be sure of if little else, as according to Balkan history politics or religion can never really be trusted.
In ancient Indo European clan and family structure, everyone knows their place in society and thus, the universe. In the Balkans, one is continually reminded of the meekness and feebleness of being human by the high rocky and forbidding mountains that surround nearly every village or town, these great obstacles and barriers to the gods whom lived on high. The epic tales and fables are far more ancient than the glorious high point of Greek civilization which is a outcropping of this mentality. It is not surprising that Hellenic civilization and thought focused on the individual and their achievement, whether that be in sport, scholarship, debate or military prowess. To the Greeks man was the center of the universe. The gods played with human lives as if they were pieces in a chess game. While there was a pagan ‘religion’ which had rites and prophecies that people followed and heeded, in the myths we see a different picture of the man/deity relationship. Hercules, half human and half mortal, struggles with this duality of being and struggles with the gods and their insolent chess game. Jason, on a journey with his Argonauts to find the golden fleece, loses so many of his friends in that journey that he throws the carving of the goddess Hera into the sea and dreams of the day when mankind will no longer need the gods to bless their ventures and undertakings. Starvation and the production and procurement of food was always a problem in the Balkans as it was in ancient Greece. A small bit of soil might be used to fill a crevice in a hillside, and in this an olive tree or a grapevine might thrive, but an earthquake could ruin all the farmer’s efforts in seconds. Combine this reality with constant warfare with neighboring clans or towns which came about due to the quest for food and we can understand the negativity and dubiousness of ancient Balkan man for any institution. Limestone rocks, it would seem, are as shiftless as sand, or shall we say unyielding in their harshness These rocks separated tribes from one another giving way to the creation of city states. The ancient Greek city states even when they were at their cultural height as well as the tribal dwelling peoples of the hinterlands were almost always in a constant state of war with each other and with themselves. This has been the history of all of Europe as well until the formation of nation states after the era of the Renaissance, in some cases as in Germany and Italy into the 19th century. What united the Greek city states was a foreign invasion from Persia, and the states reluctantly united to fight the invader based on one premise and one premise alone: freedom from tyranny and the right of existence of the individual. To the Greeks, the Persians were slaves to a monarch’s word. While this may have been exaggerated on their part, as it was with great difficulty the Greek city states came to be unified to create a coalition, each Greek male did have a sense of the ‘individual’ in their upbringing that their Asian foes did not. This respect for the individual and their right to exists and be a unique entity may have accounted for their ability to withstand quite successfully an enemy that outnumbered them by the score.
Competitive farming, clan feuding and tribal warfare yielded a reluctance to unite and was a reason for the downfall, time and again of Balkan society as it was for ancient Greek civilization. Invaders would come, raid and pillage, burn, torture and kill and take away captives. In some instances this captive-taking was institutionalized, as the Avars, Huns and other steppe peoples would regularly raid the Balkan villages and steal the young. The Romans would forcibly conscript soldiers for their legions; many of the sturdiest legionnaires came from Illyricum on the Dalmatian coast. During the Ottoman era, the system of the devshirme was in effect. Every seven years soldiers would come to take away the healthiest and strongest Christian boys for conscription into the renown Janissary corp. These youths would be taken from their families, forcibly converted to Islam and taught to forget all prior experiences and attachments. They would undergo a rigid training to become the most ferocious warriors of the age, ready to sacrifice their lives for the glory of their Sultan alone. Both the Roman and Ottoman recruiting systems however, while a form of slavery, did allow an opportunity for Balkan youths to rise in position and power in these empires, an alternative to a simple life on a farm or tending sheep when not on the watch for marauding hordes of bandits or invaders. Life in the Balkan mountains had it’s dangers and insecurity too. In Rome a number of such recruits became generals and even emperors. In Ottoman Turkey many would rise to become beys, pashas and the important position of Grand Vizier. For many, these forced conscriptions were naturally a curse, as no mother could condone the stealing of her sons. But to some they were a way out of a chaotic existence that while bathed in pastoral beauty was in fact replete with bloodshed, sickness and death. Far more destructive than any earthquake or drought though was the reality of countless invasions and raids and the ensuing tyranny and chaos that followed. The legacy of the Balkans is a reminder of the cruelty and inhumanity of mankind. Here men and women have been exceptionally brave and strong willed, determined and positive, yet have been defeated time and again. The Balkans are a testament to the fragility of our existence and, according to the Balkan mind, the fragility and failure of the many laughable attempts by nations to create institutions based on promises of utopia. This is why these people are such rugged individualists, and none in their heart of hearts would dare trust either gods or men with promises of a heavenly or an earthly kingdom. The limestone Karst mountains, barren and lunar, is a reality. Life turned into a living hell is a reality too. Fate is a reality, just as all thing are created in opposites, thus dual, is a reality. All else is fantasy and dreams. This is the Balkans.
The assassination of the Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife Sophie in 1914 in Sarajevo was the spark that set the world to war, the “some damn little thing in the Balkans will start the whole conflagration” prediction that Otto Von Bismarck foretold with chilling accuracy. Europe’s powers and their mistrust of each other came to a head in a quaint Balkan town as these powers vied with each other for influence, greedy for control. World War I was not the fault of the Balkan people. But it was in the Balkans where the European colonial powers would simmer their bloody brew, making promises they were never intent on keeping of re-established nationalistic glory and the restoration of past kingdoms. They wooed the the long frustrated tiny Balkan nations awakening into the 20th century with gifts of guns and empty assurances while these nations themselves were envisioning their ‘new day’ based on memories from the medieval era. The “damned little thing in the Balkans” became a bigger, European thing and for the next four years the world would witness the bloodiest conflict humans would engage in up to that time. This has been the way of Balkan history. What happens here may seem unimportant, but manifests as gargantuan when it suddenly become a bigger European problem. Big or small, light or dark, order and chaos, duality as in war and peace, the struggle between good and evil are all at the very epicenter of Balkan thought and personality, and in their expressions of the world view as well as explanations of the mechanisms of the universe.
So it was in the Middle Ages when the region was divided by allegiance to either the church of Rome or Constantinople when a “damned little thing” in the Balkans eventually became a big problem for Europe. As Europe was controlled in the 10th and 11th centuries by the power of kings and emperors sanctioned by the Roman or Byzantine church, it was this ecclesiastical power that held the final say and verdict about any ruler’s conquests or the lands he might control. The church which the ruler adhered to meant that he was supposed to ensure that his subjects followed the dogma of that particular ruler’s church, and pay their taxes and tithes accordingly. The Balkans sat geographically and culturally between the two super churches of the age, between Rome and Constantinople. As borders and lands would often change hands due to wars and the ensuing treaties that followed such wars, so would the particular church that would oversee the teaching of the souls of the masses. The manner in which one crossed themselves (Catholics do so from left to right, Orthodox from right to left) was a defining factor in adhering to dogma and showing devotion and loyalty to a particular church. One day a town might be Catholic, but in a few years the inhabitants might be forced to adhere to the Orthodox faith and acknowledge the Byzantine emperor of Constantinople. Indeed, the political and religious established structure of the day as Balkan peasants saw it was a duality. It is no wonder that such chaotic conditions would influence and inspire the religiously frustrated Balkan peoples to eventually come up with their own version of a faith, a dualism that would challenge the power of the religious authorities of the day. This faith would tear Europe apart and shake the very foundations of Christianity long before Jan Huss or Luther would do the same centuries later. This is the story and subsequent legacy of the Bogomil heresy.
The Arab Muslim invasion of Persia in the 7th century had a devastating effect on Zoroastrianism, the state religion of that ancient and once powerful empire. Zoroaster taught that there was an ongoing battle between good, represented by Ahura Mazda and evil, which was the manifestation of Ahriman. Persia was known as a tolerant empire at one time, especially under the rule of Cyrus the Great who created and implemented the first charter of human rights in history. However, by the 3rd century AD the Persian empire was less tolerant. A new faith which grew in part out of Zoroastrianism but attained to it’s own identity known as Manichaeism began to gain popularity. Mani taught about the eternal and ongoing struggle between good and evil, and how one can free oneself from the prison of the body. Through performing good deeds and doing good works one can attain to the realm of light via purification. After traveling though Asia along the Silk Road, Mani declared that all religions were true paths, the goal of all of them being to attain the goodness of the God of light. However, his teaching was seen as a threat to the Zoroastrian Magi as well as an obstacle to Roman Christian unification. Mani was imprisoned and his body hung on the walls of the imperial city, condemned by the King of Persia and his Magi. Mani’s followers, preaching their universal faith from the Atlantic to the Pacific oceans, were persecuted in the Persian realm as well as in the Roman empire. This persecution and the intolerance directed towards non Zoroastrians of the later Persian empire may have been one reason for the conversion of some of the Persian masses to Islam, just as Manichaeism was strong in northern Africa which went over to Islam rather quickly. After the Arab invasions, many proud Zoroastrians who refused conversion to Islam fled the Iranian homeland and immigrated to India, where they are still to be found, known as Parsees. The use of fire in their services, representing the eternal light, has afforded them the nickname of ‘fire worshippers’, though it is not fire that they worship at all, as Ahura Mazda is synonymous with the Abrahamic concept of God. Some of those who held neo Zoroastrian and Manichaean dualist beliefs, as well as some groups like the Paulicians of Armenia, fled west to the Balkan mountains. The name ‘Balkan’ itself is of Persian derivation, meaning ‘high house’ alluding to the closely set groups of houses of the villages that seemingly cling to the mountainsides. There, in the land of the high houses, the dualism of light and dark, the struggle of good versus evil they held as truth found fertile ground among people living in the rocky mountains and hills, a population already familiar with an intolerance and chaos that stemmed from human religious institutions supported by an empirical military might they bitterly resented, which they saw as masks and veils for greed and power. Dualism, the manner in which the Christianized Balkan people who jealously held to pagan beliefs viewed the world, took hold as the peasants and shepherds found a codified form of their mindset and experience-shaped personalities appealing. The churches of Rome and Constantinople were about to be shaken by a spiritual earthquake that would have implications for centuries to come.
A 10th century priest living in what is now Macedonia, part of the then Bulgarian empire, whom we have come to know simply as Tata Bogomila (Father Dearest of God, in South Slavonic) began to preach a new form of Christianity, indeed a new faith. God, he taught, is goodness, and all that is good stems from this loving God. He is a God of light and beauty, the source of all that is beneficent and holy, pure and joyous. Life, however, is not. This creation, with it’s sadness and tyranny, oppression and disease, corruption and chaos, can not have been created by such a loving and beautiful being. Therefore it was Satanel, the devil himself, who created the world, the universe, and all that we see and can touch. This is why the world is such a sad and evil place. What God of love and joy would create such an unholy and corrupt place and fill it with so much evil? Only through good works and good deeds, through a life of piety and chastity can we overcome the chains of Satanel’s creation, our body and all flesh, for the soul was breathed into the body by a clever God who in turn would trick and corrupt Satanel’s material creation. At death we can attain to the God of light and love and be one with this deity, living for eternity in joy and complete bliss. But in this life, we must be prepared to suffer as creation is the work of Satanel, the devil himself. To defeat Satanel, we must commit ourselves to the cosmic struggle between good and evil and seek an escape. Our earthly existence in the form of our bodies which temporarily house our souls, is the battlefield where these opposing forces enact this struggle, the border between light and dark, good and evil.
While Bogomilism was confined to the villages and hamlets of Macedonia and Bulgaria, the rulers of the various kingdoms and the prelates of the churches thought little of what they saw and understood as ancient folk traditions. But as time went on and Bogomilism began to spread and gain popularity among the Balkan peoples, a direct confrontation with the church and the ruling authority would be imminent. There would be serious questions about dogma that would arise concerning Bogomil beliefs which would eventually become a clash between the Bogomils and the two major churches. Since all creation is of Satanel the devil, then everything, including those very churches were corrupt and evil. The Pope and the Archbishop, the priests and nuns, kings and princes who served them, their soldiers and their ministers were all corupted. All flesh is corrupted, and in this Bogomilism taught that the body of Christ was not divine or holy. This was surely a challenge and an affront to Christianity. The faith spread north into Bosnia, where the local population accepted the Bogomil perfectae and offered them to become the ministers and protectors of that kingdom’s religious conscience. The Church of Bosnia came into being, and with this the establishment of a third church within all Christendom. From there, missionaries traveled west into Italy and France where whole towns openly professed their allegiance to this new dualistic religion. The followers of the faith were called by other names now, such as Albigensiens and Cathars. Many within the church could hide the fact that they were dualists, and secretly follow the faith if they feared being suspected of heresy, a crime punishable by torture and death, while some would outright display defiance and declare their allegiance to the new faith and renounce traditional Christianity. Not only in the Balkans was rebellion against established Christianity breaking out, but now in western Europe as well.
Rome and Constantinople reacted to this new threat with the power they possessed. The Byzantine empire called on the Balkan kingdoms of Bulgaria, Serbia and Bosnia to suppress this heresy, even though many nobles and princes were sympathetic to the new religion and saw the popular movement as a chance to break from Byzantine power and control. With many of the Balkan princes refusing to do the bidding of their theocratic masters, Byzantine forces marched into Macedonia and Bulgaria and arrested any priest who practiced the Bogomil rites. Eventually, there were armed conflicts and wholesale massacres of peasants and perfectae. The burning of villages that were believed to have converted to the Bogomil heresy became commonplace.The Latin church in the west, ready to resist and always in competition with Constantinople this time realized and understood the threat and now preached a crusade against these heretics after ambassadors from the Pope in Rome were thrown into a well in Bosnia as a sign of defiance. An army of knights massacred hundreds in the Dalmatian coastal town of Zara, and raided coastal towns all along the Adriatic down to the coast of Albania and western Greece, committing unspeakable atrocities. Both Byzantine and Latin armies now criss-crossed the Balkans looking for heretics in their attempt to wipe out the faith that threatened their very control and power hold razing, burning and plundering. The stiff resistance of the locals, now armed with a faith teaching that death and martyrdom provided a release from a corrupted and evil world which they for centuries knew too well became stronger and more determined in defying those evil agents of Satanel who would oppress them. The Balkans became as it was so many times before and since, a place of war and desolation.
The great threat that plagued the Pope and his church hierarchy in Rome was the fact of the faith’s success in southern France. Kingdoms and principalities in the Balkans often changed hands many times in a generation, and the cost of defending those principalities against roving bands of horsemen and invaders from the steppes was high. The locals were usually left to their own devices and faced the invasion on their own, while a reluctant Roman church looked the other way rather than send their best knights and their soldiers to fight in a mountainous terrain where the local princes might ally themselves at any time with the invaders after all. However, here in the south of France there was good farmland owned by nobles loyal to the church, with no threat of horsemen from the east or the questionable loyalty of hostile Balkan peasants to worry about. Yet here, the dualism from the Balkans gained momentum among an already disgruntled population living under a form of serfdom. Whole fortified cities refused to pay taxes or give allegiance to the Catholic church. Their priests refused to conduct traditional Catholic mass and openly declared themselves as heretics of the church. The Pope called for another crusade as the inhabitants of these fortified towns readied themselves for imminent sieges they knew would come. Even those who were not converts chose to join the revolt alongside the heretics. The south of France was now in open revolt as the common folk armed themselves, formed peasant armies led by sympathetic knights, lords and landowners who adopted the new faith, and took over church land that would be echoed centuries later in the Wars of the Reformation and in countless revolutions and social upheaval. The bloodshed was horrible as peasants, both heretic and Christian, joined forces and massacred crusaders while crusaders massacred peasants. When the Papal crusader army besieged the town of Montsegur in the south of France the Christians inside were granted a last chance to leave and thus escape extermination. They chose to stay and fight with their Albigensian dualist comrades. When the crusaders finally breached the walls, they slaughtered hundreds of men women and children and burned the perfectae alive publicly. Perhaps the greatest massacre occurred at Beziers in the year 1209. The walled fortress resisted tenaciously, causing many casualties among the crusaders, who were led by the Cistercian abbot Arnaud. When the city was taken, Arnaud ordered all to be put to the sword. One of his captains asked how he would tell Christian from heretic? “Kill them all” said the abbot. “God knows his own”. He wrote to the Pope and reported that 20,000 heretics in Beziers and the surrounding countryside were put to death that day. Such was the resolve of the church and their loyal nobles to stamp out this movement which turned common men and women against the central power structure of medieval Europe. These events certainly started out as “some damned little thing in the Balkans” and went on to turn Europe upside down and inside out.
When all seemed lost, the rather pessimistic view of the world held by these heretics, be they Albigensian, Cathar or Bogomil, expressed itself in a peculiar manner. A person might be dying, and thus received the consolentum, in essence a form of the last rites. This was an important sacrament, as one prepared to finally go to the God of light and thus free oneself from the corrupted, dark world. However, once the consolentum was administered, it could not be granted again. One had to die. Now, if a believer was to recover from an illness and not die after the consolentum was granted, he or she by remaining alive in this world would be corrupted. As death is inevitable at some point in one’s life, the believer could not be granted last rites again. Thus they would die and remain in darkness for all eternity. To ensure that the passage to the the other world would happen, the believer was suffocated with a pillow. Needless to say, the voices of the church had an argument against the heretical priests and many came to see that suffocation was simply an absurd and rather lunatic solution to what was the creation of another form of a dogma gone too far. After centuries of such persecution, oppression and wholesale slaughter the heresy in France eventually began to die. But the resistance to authority remained a strong memory and may have contributed to the reactionary and rebellious nature of later French social movements, including the ambiguity of the French kings towards the church. The rise of the Jesuits, a group of educated men created by the same church to combat the spread of Protestantism, in time became a group of men who would would independently interpret the teachings of Christ in their own manner, and be the cause and leaders of revolutions in the New World against that Catholic power Spain, the sword arm of the church, building progressive communities among the natives of the Americas. Down to the French Revolution, France would remain rather rebellious, remaining a Catholic country but always vying with the Vatican for power. This may stem in part from the days when common peasants resisted political ecclesiastic authority while proudly announcing their conversion to a new dualist faith in the hope of a new paradigm. The Protestant movement would later gain converts in France during the Reformation, with a group called the Huguenots. However, they too would be wiped out and forced to immigrate to what was then known as the new World
Hoping to reconnect the lost sheep and bring them back to the flock, the reconciliatory church now sent the likes of Saint Dominic who tried to preach to the Cathars but managed to convert only a few of them. Francis of Assisi was inspired by the simplicity and genuine earthiness of the perfectae, and also tried to reach out to them. But his efforts too were thwarted by a stubborn resistance born of centuries of persecution. As such persuasion failed to bring the number of lost sheep back to the fold, the church began the Inquisition to weed out the heretics and radicals among them. Thus began another nightmare of intolerance and oppression that created more mistrust among western Europeans that would add fuel to the fire of the Reformation.
In central Europe, as in France, the seeds of revolt were already planted. During the middle ages, while the dualist heresy struggled with the established churches, there was a bit of intermarriage between princely families from Albania and Bosnia and the noble families of Bohemia. It should be remembered that it was in Bohemia that the very first shakings of what would become the Protestant Reformation took place. Reformer Jan Huss was executed and the people of Bohemia rose in armed revolt. Today, a Bohemian is a term used to describe a rebel, a heretical personality, one who does not conform. In short, this is describing a very Balkan-type personality in this case in a central European context. Were there heretics among those Balkan brides and grooms who intermarried with Bohemian nobility, influencing their children and grandchildren with stories of resistance to religious authority? Perhaps. Nonetheless, ideas that are universally appealing tend to spread, and sometimes they spread like a wildfire across our world seemingly penetrating borders and political boundaries, knowing no limits in reaching the hearts of humanity.
What of Bogomilism in the place of it’s origin, the Balkans? Though the faith still had adherents and was practiced, it began to lose ground due to lack of funds and constant persecution from outside forces. The local princes in the kingdoms of Serbia and Bulgaria fought, local princes and dukes in Albania, Bosnia and Rumania bickered with each other, or took bribes from the Byzantines insuring chaos to ensue. Politics in the Balkans, as in many places in the world, aways did and still does to this day manifest a chaotic and corrupt sense of governing. With such internal dissension, the one-time unity brought about by Bogomilism which bonded the various kingdoms and peoples together at least in a spiritual sense eventually disappeared. In time, the memory of organized dualism faded and the people of Serbia and Bulgaria who may have questioned church dogma embraced fully the doctrines of Constantinople and Orthodoxy without question. Croatia remained Catholic, and to this day the cultural line of division and demarcation between an Orthodox Serbia and Catholic Croatia can be seen and felt during modern times of political turmoil as in the days of old.
In Bosnia, however, once the seat and center of the Bogomil faith, the population surrendered not to Christianity but to Islam. As the Ottoman Turks conquered and spread into southeastern Europe, the one time followers of Father Bogomil saw in the simple and austere faith of the Quran parallels to their own. There were mass conversions, and hundreds of churches were converted into mosques as the local populace quickly and simply converted to the new faith en masse. The memory of religious persecution and oppression was great and the Bosnian soul already removed itself from the fold of Nicaean Christianity long ago, even before the coming of the Turks.
Before the Ottomans, Albania’s Christians, like the Slavs of Croatia and Serbia were divided into a Catholic north and an Orthodox south, brought about by the already mentioned adherence of princes to this church or that bishopric and involvement in Byzantine or Roman political intrigue and administration. For the Albanians, this was a political division rather than a religious one, as the Albanians held to ancient pagan beliefs and traditional folk practices without a centralized religious authority as was the case in other Balkan kingdoms. It is said that an early form of Sufism entered in the 13th century with the arrival of one Sari Saltuk, who spoke to the populace in their own unique language. When the Turks arrived with their armies and forces ready to subdue the Balkans, some Albanians already knew about their religion, though Albanians did not submit willingly or quickly to Ottoman Islam. In fact Bektashism, named after a dervish from Khorasan named Haji Bektashi who taught the unity of all religious faiths, seeking God in the pantheism of nature, became centered in Albania and always stood for the unity of the people against foreign domination. The Bektashi Babas would, like the Bogomil Fathers before them, visit people in their homes or set up centers in their towns, inviting people of all faiths to visit and pray with them. Conversion to Islam was, however, beneficial regarding taxes, which Muslims didn’t have to pay. For those Albanians who wished to hold to their Christianity, as a rule the man of the house would convert but his family could remain Christian. Thus they were exempt from paying the jizya tax and were not considered as dhimmis under Ottoman law. In many instances the man of the house would have a Christian name he used among his family and a Muslim name when going about the town and visiting with Ottoman officials. As a result of few centuries of this interfaith symbiosis, a crypto Christianity developed, with people using two sets of names and two identities. These were called Laramane. This crypto Christianity inspired the Laramane to develop their own particular practices, such as using Muslim prayer rugs and reciting the Muslim ‘basmillah’ (in the name of God) formula before reciting Christian prayers. In 1912 when Albania became independent after 450 years of Ottoman rule, many Laramane came out and openly professed their Christianity. There was no backlash or condemnation by the Muslim populace. Such tolerance comes about, perhaps, due to the commonly held belief that only God is perfect and remains a mystery; outside of this world and all that we can touch, see or feel. We are here and this is a fact. All else is conjecture, but all conjecture should be respected. This is also a reason why in Albania it is customary for Muslims to visit churches and celebrate certain saint’s days, as Christians visit the graves of dervishes and Muslim holy men. The legacy of Bogomil dualism and tradition can clearly be felt here, as strict adherence to dogma is just another manifestation of the created world, created as it was believed by none other than that prince of darkness. Dogma has brought much pain and sorrow to humanity, and in the guise of religion has poured salt on already deep wounds. “Ku eshte fej, shpat” is an Albanian expression...where there is religion, there is the sword. Yes, the bloody legacy of the distant past lives on.
Many accepted practices that have become part of Christianity have heir origins in the Bogomils. For example, the eating of fish on Wednesdays and Fridays was a practice among the common people in the Balkans in the middle ages. As the prefectae were vegetarians, the common folk would fast from meat on these days. The custom became part of Catholic religious practice. The formation of the religious orders of brothers who wear simple robes and sandals, beginning with the Franciscans, get their inspiration from the Bogomil prefectae. The custom of ashes placed upon the forehead on Ash Wednesday might symbolize the Bogomil concept of the corrupted Earth, a reminder of what we are created from and to that which we will ultimately return, while our soul on the day of our death is freed from the prison of creation, and all that is left are but ashes, the clay Satanel used to mold our forms. On that day we joyously fly to be with the God of light, and we know that Satanel can never again harm us or command our fate. The confusion of duality is no more as unity with God and his bliss comes to us at last. We leave the corruption behind knowing that we have succeeded in our earthly struggle. God has defeated Satanel and we share in that victory. We finally dwell in the long awaited light, our time of suffering over as we complete our journey to be one with the light of goodness, basking in that light forever.
If one were to visit Bosnia today, they would find the remnants of the stecci, the carved tombstones of the long gone Bogomils. These are rather large structures, carved with neo primitive folk carvings of mythological and spiritual symbols. One popular style of stecci is a carving of the deceased dressed in a folk costume. Curiously, the right hand of the effigy is raised and slightly larger than normal. The hand is raised as a gesture, as some speculate this was meant to ward off the evil eye. But another explanation is that the deceased is happy and content where he is now having completed his time on Earth. He is waving to us, as if from another dimension to convey his humble and hospitable greetings from centuries ago with an emphatic hello, with all the robust, welcoming warmth Balkan people are known for. The effigy reminds us that we are now going through the trials and tribulations that all beings must endure but all will be well after our souls pass through the portals of light out of this material world and into that permanent abode where all is pure joy. He seems a bit teasing, snark, laughing at us as we endure the rigors of day to day living, taunting us to ponder out existence as we envy him in his peaceful abode in heaven. Whatever or however we wish to interpret the figure on the stecci the gesture is one of hope, the only entity this individual in his troubled time may have known. But hope gives us a reason to live, a cause celeb to strive and endure, move on and climb. Hope is a human emotion that cannot be extinguished or deleted- not by massed armies, the cruelty of tyrants and scoundrels or the indifference of religious clerics who with their dogmas wage war on everything not in line with their literalist thinking. Unlike the corrupted materials of the Earth, hope like love can be one's passport if you will, taken with us to the realm of light. This hope is then passed on and lives forever in the hearts of other beings who come after us. And so goes the cycle in the struggle between light and dark, good and evil. Everything will be just fine when we finally become illuminated. Duality would for us cease to be our reality, the reason for the suffering we experience, and unity would be the realization of the truth. That illumination, that ultimate unity, the light we all seek and aspire to become, is indeed our ultimate destiny.
Mani and His Gardens of Perpetual Light
It is rather interesting how Manichaeism was persecuted and eradicated so completely in both the Roman and Persian empires. This religion of light, love and compassion which began along the Tigris and Euphrates rivers in Mesopotamia, in what is now Iraq was seen as a great threat to both the bishops of Roman Christianity and the organized Magi of the Zoroastrian religion of Persia in days when religion ruled and political power was blessed by those who were protected by the kings and emperors who sought divine status among men. The world's truly first universal faith, Mani acknowledged Zoroaster, Buddha and Jesus as bearers of light and taught that universal truth was to be found in all the religious scriptures of the world's religions. His vision was realized in his lifetime, which is a rarity among those who inspire a religious path. Manichaeism was practiced on the shores of the Pacific ocean in China, through the Middle East and Northern Africa into France and Britain on the Atlantic. Whenever the teachings of Mani were reborn like a phoenix rising from the ashes, organized religion found it necessary to attack it and erase it from memory. There truly must be something to Mani's faith in that it threatens the very central dogmas of established world religions which themselves were the cornerstones of empires. While the world knows well of the persecution of Christians and their martyrdom under Roman tyranny, seldom are we informed of the many tens of thousands who were imprisoned, tortured or killed by the newly converted Christian Roman empire who insisted on it's citizens following the dogma of the council of Nicaea. Manichaeism would not be allowed to spread it's wings as it was seen as a threat to the unity of a newly Christianized Rome and the findings of the established and accepted religious council narratives, just as Mani was seen as dangerous to the corrupt Magi priests of Persia in much the same manner as Jesus was viewed by the Sanhedrin and the Roman governor of his day. Political power and corrupt religious authority sought to silence those who truly loved humanity and the God who inspired them to do good works, perform deeds of compassion and teach others to imitate and do the same by loving even their enemies. Though virtually unknown and forgotten, Mani remains one of the greatest teachers of spiritual knowledge who ever lived, as well as one of the most influential- Saint Augustine, believed to have been a Manichaean himself, introduced the concept of the struggle of light and dark, good and evil to what we know of as Christianity and it's doctrine. Some 400 hundred years later, Mohammed and the words of the Quran would echo Mani and proclaim that universal truth would be found in the essence of earlier religious scriptures, as Islam would acknowledge those who followed such a scripture as 'people of the book'. However, despite the adoption of the inclusivisity of these teachings, these organized and formulated religions would persecute those who were deemed heretical, just as Mani predicted, and Manichaeism would dissappear from history due to persecution and oppression by the religious authorities of these Abrahamic faiths. Mani Hayy, a greeting used by followers after Mani's subsequent execution and death, comes from the Aramaic meaning "Mani lives"...and is what the Greek term Manichaean comes from. Indeed his religion lives on in subtle forms found here and there in the narratives of many faiths.
Amin Maalouf writes in the epilogue of his novel about the life of Mani, 'Gardens of Light'...
Amin Maalouf continues:
"I came from Babel" he said "to make a cry resound throughout the world. For a thousand years his cry was heard. In Egypt he was called 'The Apostle of Jesus'; in China, he was known as 'The Buddha of Light'; his hope flourished right to the shores of the three oceans. But soon it became hatred, relentless fury. The princes of this earth cursed him. For them he was the lying demon, the vessel overflowing with evil and, in their anger, the maniac. His voice, treacherous with witchcraft, his message unspeakable superstition and pestilential heresy. The stakes did their work, consuming in one dark fire his writings, his icons, the most perfect of his disciples and those haughty women who refused to spit on his name.
Why We Suffer
The Unexplainable Theory, Unanswered Questions,
The Mystery of Why We Suffer
For the medieval dualist Bogomils of the Balkans and their offshoots the Albigensians and Cathars of France and Italy, this world was a hell hole. Everything really paled and failed- people, animals, the stars and the Moon, all of it. This world is a horrible place, and cannot be the creation of a compassionate and loving God when one witnesses and hears about the terrible events that have plagued humanity and all the Earth's creatures since the supposed beginning of time. Yes, there are moments of pure joy and happiness to be sure, as life is a combination of many experiences that can be either pleasant or unpleasant. But we all know that a perfect life is not what any of us will experience. Whether we simply break a limb as we play as innocent children or face terrible events in which we are scarred physically or emotionally for the rest of our days, we know that everything in our life is dual. We learn this at an early age and know this to be the fact of life, yet everything we seem to create around us shows that we try and pretend that this is not the case. There is no question that we prefer the positive, the joyful, the beneficial in life but know that just as the night overtakes the day our joy will eventually be followed by sadness. This is not only a fact of life but this is a fact of our very existence, and the existence of every thing, animate and inanimate, whether here on Earth, on some spinning planet or pertaining to a comet flying through the heavens at breakneck speed. Everything that exists will one day not exist, as everything that does exist will eventually break down and dissipate. We know this and accept this yet we try our utmost to avoid this reality.
We often hear about free will, and there of course is an element of free will in our decision making. If we smoke or drink too much, there is danger of developing diseases such as emphysema or alcohol addiction and liver damage. Obesity and poor eating habits may lead to diabetes and heart disease, just as reading in poorly lit rooms may cause problems with eyesight. Back strain is the result of too much exertion, and indeed any kind of overindulgence has it's price. Even animals have to make decisions. When a water buffalo chooses to drink water in a river inundated with crocodiles or a bear decides to rip apart a beehive for the honey, risking being stung dozens if not hundreds of times. A choice is made and the decision carefully weighed before any action is taken. We all do this, we make decisions as to a course of action, from the human being to the tiny ant.
In the same vein, we can choose not to board a rickety boat to cross the sea or refuse to ride a lame horse across a plain because we know what the consequences might be. Yet, people make the decision to travel and do something they deem safe and sound all the time, traveling in trusted vehicles or modes of transport or choose to live in place where their lives might be improved and happy, with all good intentions, just as they eat healthy and attempt to live a content and fulfilling lifestyle. Some lives do attain to contentment and happiness, as families impart their values and beliefs to their offspring in the hope that they will carry on what they learned from their own forefathers. Some are successful and lead peaceful lives, while others face just the opposite of what they strove for. The area where they moved and migrated to might experience an earthquake, a tornado or a hurricane, the supposedly sound boat they chose to travel on- think of the 'unsinkable' and in it's time the thoroughly modern Titanic and what happened to that vessel. People attempt to live as healthy a lifestyle as they can and still become diseased and die. Look at the invasions in human history and the results of those devastating invasions. Yes, it is the free will of man to choose whether or not to invade, make war and kill, and it is the free will of the would be/soon to be conquered victims to decide that events and the political climate are getting dangerous and they can and should move away to safety. But what free will does the baby sleeping in a household about to be ransacked by barbarians possess? The old woman who is raped and tortured at the hands of tyrants didn't ask for that treatment. Some might say she was an awful person all her life, as if she deserves the treatment or others might conclude that she was a near saint who helped her neighbors at every turn and was generous in giving charity. But we make excuses that she had free will, and mankind was gifted with the free will to not inflict pain and sorrow on their fellow human beings. The animals randomly tortured or put to death for amusement or as part of a sport also were gifted with free will. The giraffe or the boar can by sheer will and determination evade the stalking cheetah but can it escape it's fate which could be that it becomes as so often the meal of the wild cat? Or the eye of the hunter and his high powered rifle? If God exists, why does he insist on killing, torture and bloodshed so that others might live? Circle of life? Hm. Tell that to the mother of the children who were crushed in the rubble of a falling building due to an earthquake or a fire caused by a lighting strike or a faulty wire. And what of those young, beautiful children who are doomed with an incurable disease?
Nonsense say the Bogomils, who themselves were influenced by the teachings of a 3rd century prophet from what is now modern Iraq named Mani, who himself was inspired by the Gnostics and their knowledge from around the BC/AD time of Jesus. Mani taught, like Zoroaster, that the universe is made up of two continually opposing forces, Light and Dark therefore Good and Evil. The Bogomils taught that the world, the Moon and Sun, the planets and the heavenly bodies of the universe were all brought about by a collision of light and dark. The elements of the dark brought forth Satanel and he created what we know of as matter. Thus he represents all that we call evil and in many religious teachings the devil or Satan. Thinking that he fooled the God of Light and boasting that he can bring forth and maintain his creation, the God of Light- full of goodness, compassionate, merciful and kind, without fault and imperfection, pure light...Satanel reclined and rested as he admired his own creation and handiwork. So God breathed into each of the creations which Satanel brought forth a bit of his own, holy spirit, thus corrupting Satanel's creation. This is how free will came about, so that each individual can use this free will to think and make decisions, so that Mankind can choose, if he or she so desires, to "do the right thing" and make the right choices. The spirit of God is imprisoned in every body, every human and animal, every tree and flower, in every living thing, and only in death can it be freed. This is how God fooled Satan. At the end of time, the spirit of all things will return to their source and as one the Light will overpower the Dark. This can be found at the very root of all religious teachings, this final victory of Light over Dark, Spirit over Matter.
Yet Mani and subsequently the Bogomils acknowledged something that few dared to admit: that what we see as creation and our world could not have been created by a compassionate, loving and kind God who watches over everyone and protects them constantly. He is not in full control of everything, since if he is, then he is clearly thwarted by the powers of negativity. Bad things continually happen to good people or to innocent animals. We have no explanation for why this is, and many of us choose to simply say that this is part of God's plan. Every reason, all of which border on actual excuses, is voiced to attempt to give a reason why a baby dies or an healthy animal all of a sudden becomes sick. Darwin analyzed life and called it survival of the fittest. Mani says that some beings are not meant to be 'fittest' because they have been corrupted by the collision of Light and Dark. The person might be the sweetest person we know, caring and good, yet doomed with an incurable disease to an early death, leaving us sad and wondering why a god of love could not leave that person with us a bit longer. Mani explains Jesus' crucifixion in the manner: his body, the flesh, was destined to deteriorate as all flesh must deteriorate since it was created of matter and thereby created by the Darkness. Evil must by it's very nature seek to destroy goodness. But the soul of Jesus, which in Christian teaching "sits at the right hand of the Father" returns to it's source and becomes one with that source. Jesus is freed from that dark prison and lives eternally in the realm of Light.
Mani himself was convicted and tortured by the Magi, the established Zoroastrian religious body of Persia in the 3rd century. Jesus was convicted and found guilty by the Sanhendrin rabbis of Jerusalem, who cruelly used Roman law to make him out to be a zealous rebel and convict him and sentence him to death. John the Baptist met a similar fate. Moses in his time was first confronted and challenged by none other than the Egyptian temple priests. Wasn't it Abraham's father who was an idol maker for the religious authorities of Nimrod who sought God's friend's demise? Later on in 7th century Arabia Mohammed would face the wrath of the pagan religious authorities in Mecca who saw him as disrupting established practice and social custom. The Sufi mystic Mansur Hallaj dared to express his love and proximity, nay his union, to God and was executed by the orthodox Muslim ulema of Baghdad. Lastly let us not forget that Martin Luther challenged and in turn was challenged by the church, who gladly would have had him roasted like a pig for having the audacity to counter the religious authority of his day. The conclusion, according to the Bogomil and Manichaean thought and teaching? Religion is a creation of mankind, and since mankind is a further creation of the Lord of the Dark in it's matter-form, religion too must be corrupted and imperfect. The cruelty of religious authorities in the past and even into the present time which display a complete lack of pity, mercy or compassion, testify to this corruption. All religions have had to be reformed and updated, overhauled, revamped and rethought. If they do not they become tyrannical, thus revealing something underneath their outer veneer.
Perhaps Mani was right after all. All religious scriptures claim that only God is indeed perfect, though this basic accepted universal 'truth' is concealed beneath a plethora of beliefs, practices, laws and dogmas. Religions can be, and have been for the most part, a tool for evil. While they provided support and comfort to millions and have produced some remarkable human beings who have been an example and encouragement for good and of benefit to the masses, the questions still remain as to why a body such as an established religious institution can produce such exemplary beings as those we might consider as saints and the elect, yet approve and endorse war, conquest, slavery and the subjugation of women as many religious bodies actually have. There is no spiritual explanatory narrative that better explains, if any explanatory narrative is pertinent at all, than Mani's teaching that we are all created as a combination of two opposing forces: look to the light and the world will be somewhat a better place, and certainly the future will be better for you than the present. I use the word 'somewhat' because it is our destiny to laugh and cry, experience joy and pain, happiness and sadness, gaze upon a beautiful world and the entire universe with all the wonder contained in that gazing, yet know that at any moment terror can strike and will strike when we least expect it to do so. Just as the gazelle knows not when a lion will crush it's neck in one swift movement, we know not what will become of us today, tomorrow or in ten years or fifty if we live that long. There is only the Light and the willingness to do good and spread good to counter evil and the darkness that is, by it's own nature destined to be encroaching upon us for all our existence. Live life as if we hang in the balance, and do not fully trust anything you can feel with your hands. Love your family and all those around you, your friends and those who have come into your space, as they possess the soul of God within them and thus you are to honor that presence. But make no mistake about it, a person can change at the drop of a hat and nations can change as quickly, situations alter and drastically at that. A popular song from the 60's by the Byrds, they quoted Ecclesiastes to see that everything turns, turns, turns.
There is a saying in Albanian: "where there is religion one finds the sword". This saying reflects the lives of the medieval peoples of the Balkans, who were never sure where safety would come from as they were being inundated by invading armies causing continuous war and persecuted by corrupt churches intent on doing the devils work in the name of God. Both the ancient Hebrews and the Aztecs conquered a 'promised land' in the name of a divine right which they believed was theirs and theirs alone, exterminating whole populations and establishing their own kingdoms in the name of the God of the Sun or the most Holy. Christianity was given power by Constantine who saw a cross in the heavens in a dream, accompanied by a voice which exclaimed "by this sign ye shall conquer". He and his soldiers supposedly saw this sign in the sky, fought and won a battle and the rest is history. Charlemagne would follow suit and slaughter tens of thousands of Saxons in the name of Christ and build a church in his honor on every field where his armies were victorious. The Church of the day would sanction the Spanish and Portuguese conquest of Central and South America, exterminating hundreds of millions in the process. The armies of Islam would conquer Persia and India, Africa and Turkestan and rule it with a Caliph who would be the very agent of Allah on Earth, much like the Popes who indeed considered themselves the vicars of Christ. The conquest of India by Muslim armies would, over the centuries, result in the deaths of some 80 million Hindus. Hinduism itself would see a caste system that relegated tens of millions to a form of neo serfdom just as Buddhist monks in Tibet would live well in their monasteries while peasants in the Himalayas starved. The Mongols believed that the world was created for their horses, and the worship of the four winds demanded that there be nothing to stand in the way of tribes of horsemen intent on plunder. Religion gets formulated and created, and while there is an element of benefit in all religious narratives and the civilizations they inspire, there has been and remains a rather equal aspect of oppression and tyranny performed shamelessly in religion's name. The expansion of the United States, though a secular democracy, was nonetheless inspired by the concept of Manifest Destiny which resulted in the deaths and expulsion of millions of native Americans and the conquest of land belonging to Mexico. Somehow, God could be summoned to bless and support the conquests of those who are doing the conquering, and the innocent always tend to become the guilty in their eyes. Northerners and Southerners both would fight a Civil War believing God was on their side as they debated whether slavery was Christian or not, yet few asked or cared what the descendants of African slaves: who were forced converted and thus lost their connection to their own traditional religions...thought or felt in the process.
While the vast majority of the believers in a divine being in the world- those who follow a great world religion...are benign people at best, seeking only to live their lives with a touch of enlightenment which they get from their respective faiths, most of these people follow the dictates of their compiled and formulated religious dogmas which any particular community holds to be true. Thus, many religions claim that those who follow other religious scriptures or guidance are the 'other' and therefore not necessarily quite as qualified for an eternal abode in paradise as the believers of the particular faith are. Somehow, one group gets it right while the others have it wrong, are misguided or have been duped by the devil. God, who is defined as all powerful and perfect, for some reason ceases to be all powerful and perfect when people are following a particular religiously held belief or dogma. Some beings are less than others, non believers not worthy of salvation, women might be seen as less than men, those who prefer same sex companionship are only seen as fuel for hellfire, some animals are seen as dirty and unclean. God, that loving and compassionate all knowing creator of perfection is suddenly not loving or compassionate, and his creations are less than perfect in the narratives of many world religions. Mani got this right too: if God is perfect he/she cannot be imperfect and if this beautiful deity is all loving and kind, then this deity is also incapable of being unloving and cruel. Therefore, there must be something wrong with religion. Since it is created by men it is clearly an extension of evil and ultimately of the dark, fostered and inspired by the darkness to lead mankind astray.
Trust in the God of goodness, the source of Light and all good things, and trust in this sublime being alone. Due to the nature of the universe and creation itself light is countered by the dark, good is forever countered by evil. This is the only explanation that could make sense of all the suffering that all beings experience. Matter is finite, light eternal. This can be found in every spiritual scripture and teaching, but it is only Mani's religion: once a universal faith practiced from the shores of the Pacific to the coasts of the Atlantic...which feared not to exclaim truth without hesitation, knowing full well the fate which awaited those who dared to reveal the eternal secret of our existence. The cosmic battle is fought on our persons and in our midst. It is the gift of free will, granted to humanity when the soul of light entered the body, which helps us decide which force we will fight for, the army of angelic light and good or the hordes of darkness comprised of the warriors of evil.
Reciting The Legend Of Saint George
The Green Hero Man of the Earth
The idea of a hero of the Earth who comes to save humanity at it's moment of peril, the battle between good and evil, the clash of the soldiers of God and light and the hordes of the devil and the army of darkness is an old theme indeed. This battle is the basis for much Zoroastrian as well as in Manichaean theology and is found amongst nearly every one of mankind's religious teachings, mythologies and folk tale traditions. Whole cycles of epics and sagas are based on such a theme. Religious stories and prophecy, from the Mahabharata to the Book of Revelation to Star Wars describe the final battles of humanity on a cosmic level. At some point, if we are to believe these stories and traditions, there will come a showdown where we will be called to struggle for either goodness or evil, and the going will get tough. When it does, God sends a hero to our aid to tip the balance in favor of the light. Usually, such a battle has already taken place, and the evil one has been defeated by God's hero soldier. But that evil one is never content, and promises to return. When he does, so will the hero soldier of God who, willing to sacrifice himself for the power of good, will defeat this evil forever.
In our world mythological literature we have figures such as Jesus or the Mahdi, a figure from Shi'a Islamic literature, who returns at the end of time to fight the battle of Armageddon against the anti-Christ/anti God who will make his appearance. There is the concept in Judaism of the Moshiach, or the promised Messiah. In many national legends, half real/half mythological heroes sleep in caves waiting to be awoken to bring deliverance and freedom to their people such as the Serbian hero Marko Kraljevic, the Russian Ilya Morametz, the Albanian Skenderbeg, the Irish Cuchulain, the Iranian Bahram Gur or the Mexican revolutionary Emilano Zapata. Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table at Camelot come to mind as well. So great were their deeds, be they real or imagined, that they live on as immortals in their people's hearts. The mercy of God, the Light, or the goodness inherent in all men must triumph for all time. It is this sense of good which resurrects these heroes to rise once again and fight their final battle so as to do away with evil forever.
In the chaotic centuries after the founding of Christianity, a time when existing legends and human imagination combined to create stories about heroes and martyrs who suffered or were willing to suffer or fight for right, there was a need to call upon hero types who would stand against political oppression, barbarism, paganism and turmoil. With the persecution of the early Christians came the downfall and sinking into the abyss of the Roman empire. Many stories told of martyrs who died at the hands of cruel emperors and tyrants, and there were stories of hope and help, God's aid and the demonstration of his power and might. As the Roman empire, thus eventually Christianity, spilt into an eastern and western empire these tales became widespread and took on many variations. Such are the legends that accompany the memory of the obscure but popular Saint George.
It is said that the historical George was a Christian convert from the eastern province of Syria. He lived around the later 3rd century AD. George enlisted as a soldier in the service of the emperor Diocletian. This emperor was hostile to followers of the new faith of Christianity and was known for his torture and cruelty towards Christians. He ordered all the Christians in his army to pledge allegiance to the Roman gods. Those who refused were tortured and then executed. George refused to renounce his faith and became, like thousands of others, a martyr. However, he must have been a dedicated soldier because the legends that were recited about him all over the empire describe George as the slayer of the dragon, the fighter of evil and the enemy of satan. While we are less sure about his real life, we know about the legends and stories that sprung up to make him a patron saint in many lands and cities, honored in both Christian and Islamic traditions. From Beirut to Britain, from Cairo to Casablanca, from Abkazia to Albania George is honored and celebrated with music, song, feasting, dancing and ritual traditions that honor the land and the crops, the herds and the bounty of the Earth, the renewal of life and the affirmation of all that is good.
George means 'man of the Earth' or 'tiller of the soil' in Greek. Indeed in Islamic tradition he is associated with the color green and his Arabic name-counterpart Al Khidr, also associated with the prophet Elijah means just that, the green one, and it is this mysterious being who guides and instructs Moses (Surah Kahf) In all likelihood, the concept of the 'Earth man' who represents our planet is an old altered version of the Earth goddess, replacing her when humanity settled down and created agricultural societies and it's male patriarchy hierarchy. We can't be sure, but the idea is an old one and has been around much longer than monotheism, to which the concept adapted itself readily when Abraham's simple creed replaced the polytheistic female deities that were the hallmark of ancient civilization. Now the Earth was in the embodiment of a man named George rather than in a female Astarte or Durga. But the essence remains the same. The Earth, the soil, the wisdom of that Earth and the goodness found within it forever teaches us, and will never let us down. It will even fight for us when we need it to. So when the forces of evil unleash their worst upon the people of the Earth and all seems hopeless the Earth fights back with it's own hero who seemingly rises from the very depths of the Earth, fights and wins the day. His saint's day in the western church calendar is April 23rd, which corresponds to May 6th in the eastern Orthodox Gregorian calendar. Whatever the date, Saint George represents the revival of life when the land has been tilled and planted, the sheep and cows are milked and the Summer has surely replaced the cold and dreariness of Winter for good. In several rural regions of the Balkans the eldest male ram in a herd is bathed, decorated with garlands and lit candles placed atop its head. Songs are sung praising thanking the animal for its service as it is led to a meadow as members of the family caress the animal fondly. There, facing east, the ram is then sacrificed then roasted with green herbs and consumed in a great feast that includes such renewal and fertility symbolic foods as eggs, scallions, pies or breads made with green vegetables and cheese made from recently produced milk. A jacket or a sheepskin cushion for sitting will be made from his fleece. A young male ram is then chosen and honored as the successor who will father many sheep and in turn, several years later will become the 'sacrificial lamb', the sustainer of the family and the community. People go to a river or stream, wash their faces with the water and then cast flowers in to the stream to carry their ills and misdeeds of the past year away as the youngest male in the family is bathed by his older siblings and his body is rubbed with an egg. Weddings are planned and the new year manifests itself, all this on Saint George's Day.
This version of his story, told to me years ago by an an old Albanian bard in his own tradition, is interesting as it connects both Balkan pagan, early Near Eastern and Byzantine Christian symbolism and subjects. There are references to monks living in a cave on Mount Lebanon, certainly noting the birthplace of George in the region known as Syria of old and the tradition of ascetics, hermits and holy men who through their prayers look out for the care of the world. Flowers, virgins and birds all play a part, as does the idea of the return of Spring and the constant battle between good and evil. Why hyacinths grow on Saint Georges day, why forsythias are bright yellow and why all is fully green and lush in the Spring is dealt with in the story. Hope you enjoy. Happy Saint George's Day!
Many ages ago, high in the mountains of a far off land lived a hard working and peaceful people. Their king and his wife were good and fair rulers, and they were blessed with a daughter who grew up to be the most beautiful girl in all the world. She was so beautiful that even the Sun was in love with her, and would send down a swing from heaven so that she could ride back and forth across the sky and he could look at her. But when he realized that he could not have her for his own, he cried and his tears fell upon the Earth. His tears became bright golden yellow forsythias. The devil saw the bright flowers that dotted the land and learned what happened. So, he approached the king and queen and asked for their daughter's hand. As they knew that they could not give their daughter away to the devil himself they told him that he could never have her. The devil was outraged and swore vengeance. "Now that you refuse me, you will see my power. I will darken the sky and blot out the light, and cause the rain to cease. Nothing will grow, not a blade of grass. Your animals will starve, so your sheep and cows will be without milk, then your people will waste away. See what will happen to all who defy me!"
The devil took the beautiful daughter captive and tied her to a rock atop the 'Black Mountain'. He then sent his emissary, a three headed fire breathing dragon known as 'Kulshidra' to keep guard. This dragon burned all the fields and set the rivers ablaze. People were burned alive as they slept in their homes. The king asked for volunteers to go forth to battle the beast. But every hero who came forth to fight was eventually burned to cinders, killed or eaten by the horrible Kulshidra, who collected their bones in a pile atop the Black Mountain. It seemed that humanity was indeed doomed forever, as the king knew not what to do. The king prayed and prayed for God to intercede, but so far his prayers remained unanswered. In the meantime, the world was devoid of vegetation and light, the cattle and herds of sheep and goats were wasting away, rivers went dry, the people began to starve and the king's beautiful daughter remained chained up on the Black Mountain guarded by the vicious and terrible dragon known as Kulshidra.
Meanwhile far away in another mountainous land called Lebanon, there were hermit-monks who devoted their lives to God and prayed all day in cave-shrines cut into the mountainsides. Three of these hermits, named Tobias, Ezekiel and Melchizedek, all awoke suddenly in the middle of the night. They related to each other a dream, with all three accounts being exactly the same. They saw in the dream the condition of the people in a far away land being held captive by the dragon and the devil. They dreamt that an angel appeared to them and told them to dig in the back of the cave, there behind the altar they had erected deep inside this cave where they prayed day and night. The three hermits agreed that this was no coincidence and so they proceeded to dig. After breaking some of the rock, they noticed an iron door with a huge padlock with large key in it. They turned the key and opened the great iron door. A green light proceeded from the inner cave. Then, a handsome man with a green luminescence wearing a helmet and armor of gold bearing a great sword and shield appeared, leading a white horse who also glowed with a greenish light, also covered in golden mail armor that draped the animal and bearing on it's back a finely wrought leather saddle, all seemingly made by the finest armorers and craftsmen in all the world, or rather in fact by the craftsmen of heaven.
"Peace unto ye three hermits, devoted unto to God. I am here but to serve my Lord. My name is George. For what reason was I summoned?" The monks related their dream to this mysterious being and told him that he was the world's only hope. "Then I shan't fail thee or my Lord. I shall go to the Black Mountain and do battle with the forces of evil, in the name of the Most Holy, and I shall not return until I slay this beast. As the men and the heroes of this world are all but defeated are there perhaps any beasts or birds that might assist me in fighting this Kulshidra? Who would accompany me?" But none of the animals or birds volunteered or answered his call, as all were frightened by the very thought of facing the horrible creature. None that is, except one. At that moment, a tiny dove nesting in a cedar tree spoke and told George how she was the last of her kind- "I am the last one left in this world. Birds no longer sing nor care to fly due to the acts of the devil and his dragon accomplice. May I accompany you, oh brave hero, that I may be your eyes across the horizon?" George thought well and studied the little dove for a moment but refused to allow her to follow him, suggesting she remain in her cedar tree and remain safe atop Mount Lebanon until his return. "What can a dove do against such a mighty foe as this fiery dragon who would burn you with one blow of his breath? Stay here, little dove, for your own safety". He then mounted his white stallion and rode away, first over the mountains then into the sky over the tree tops until he was out of sight. The monks prayed continually for his success, for the world depended on it.
George arrived at the Black Mountain. He saw the beautiful daughter tied to the rocks, and noticed the once lush, now barren valley below. He drew his sword and ordered the dragon to come out and do battle. From within the cave a raspy voice spoke in low, rumbling tones- "Who is this fool who wishes me to burn him to cinders or crush his bones into dust? I am the Kulshidra, and there has been none born who could defeat me in battle. Run, little man, run before you too join those who came before". George noticed the pile of bones and broken swords of the many heroes who tried, unsuccessfully, to slay the beast, who now peered through the opening of the cave. George looked upon the horrible creature, this agent of the devil himself. He had three monstrous heads with enormous teeth, each head had a mouth and nostrils breathing fire and smoke. He had great pointed spines running down his back and his eyelids were spiny as well. His long tail had such spines too, and these were pointed, long and bone like. His body was itself protected with scales that seemed as though metallic, and his toe nails were sharp as blades. Every step the Kulshidra took caused the ground to shake and tremble. Every warrior who came forth to fight him was defeated. He was so terrible to look upon that lesser men died instantly from fright and from the foul stench that emanated from his body.
Saint George invoked the name of God, drew his sword and urged his horse onward. He struck at the mighty dragon, but the beast breathed fire and forced George back. He was only able to protect himself because his shield, forged in Heaven, was able to withstand the heat of the fiery blast. He attacked again and stuck a blow that cut into the dragon's leg, causing the many headed behemoth to cry in agony, but the mighty beast unhorsed the hero with a snap of his tail. Every time Saint George attacked, he was beaten back by the creature. Both man and horse fought on, but with little success. The situation was growing desperate as the day turned to night with no sign of either the devil's agent or God's elect prevailing. The valleys echoed with the rumble of the battle of the age.
The battle was entering it's third day and Saint George and his horse began to grow tired. His sword arm was aching with pain as both he and his stallion were sweating profusely, hot from the fiery breath that bellowed forth the very lava of hell. He cut and wounded the Kulshedra with mighty blows several times but the beast continued to fight on. It seemed that evil was about to prevail as the hours passed and George was going to be defeated like all the others who came to fight the Kulshidra but failed. Would it be that this hero would leave his bones on the mountain like all the others? Evil seemed to be winning the day, darkness reveling in victory.
Back in the shrine-cave in Lebanon the three hermits Tobias, Ezekiel and Melchizedek were once again awakened, this time by a frightening dream. They saw the battle raging atop the Black Mountain and knew that something had to be done to help Saint George. The oldest of the hermits, Melchizedek, who knew the languages of birds, ran outside into the cedar grove and spoke to the dove who previously wished to accompany George on his journey. "Oh dove, noble bird, our hero is facing serious defeat and we have no alternative. You once volunteered to accompany him, but were denied that honor. Would you now, in his time of need, still have the courage to somehow assist him?"
"I would do what I can to save this world" said the dove, "for the Kulshidra has burned the trees and hillsides and left no place for the doves and the eagles, the owls and the hawks, the sparrows and the nightingales to build their nests. Let it never be said that the doves, messengers from heaven and the servants of the prophets, remained behind when God's world was at stake. Of course I go to aid the hero, of course!" So the dove took flight and flew off to the Black Mountain, the monks bestowing God's blessing upon the tiny creature.
After flying all day and night the dove finally arrived at the Black Mountain and could see the furious battle raging below. Saint George, mounted on his charger attacked again and again but was forced back every time. You see, with three heads the Kulshedra could see every move that the hero made. George could not get close enough to deliver a fatal blow that would decapitate the beast, which had to be done three times, one blow for each head, the only way to slay him. When he would strike at one head with his sword, the other two heads with their sets of eyes could see him and easily strike a counter blow that sent man and horse reeling. There needed to be some kind of distraction. That distraction arrived in the form of the dove. Carefully studying the situation, the dove flew low, close to the heads of the dragon. He flew around and around at high speed, moving up and down, darting to and fro, fluttering her wings and making a buzzing sound with their rapid movements. The Kulshedra was for a moment distracted and confused by this little bird's quick movements, who caught the eyes and the attention of the terrible beast. At that moment, Saint George saw the advantage and charged once again with his stallion. He rode up to the right head of the beast and with a mighty blow brought his sword down on it's head, severing it completely. Then moving on to the left head, he struck once again. Blood sprayed as the second head was separated from the scaly body. Then George dismounted from his horse and climbed on top of the Kulshedra, throwing down his shield. With both arms he brought the mighty sword down, severing the third head with a single stroke. The Kulshdra's body shuddered and the ground trembled as in an earthquake as the scaly body, now completely headless, ran to and fro until finally it fell over the cliff down into the ravine below. Soon, all was silent as a fatigued Saint George standing next to his panting horse, the little dove perched on the warrior's shoulder. Hero, bird and horse all stood and watched in awe as evil was at last obliterated from the Earth. The great battle of the age was over.
People returned to their homes from hiding, birds began to sing, animals began to populate the Earth once again and all was returning to normal. The king and queen gave thanks to Saint George and to God, and their daughter was married to a handsome prince. They had a son, whom they named George, and all the royalty since that time would name their children thus after the great hero.
In the meantime, the devil, furious in his defeat, was forced by Saint George back into the pit of hell. A great stone was rolled in front of the gateway to hell. It cannot be opened unless human beings forget their duty to God and their responsibility to each other. One day, they will. On that day, the devil will emerge again. Before going into the fiery abyss, the prince of the dark swore that he would return at the end of time to try once more to retake the world and bring forth a new Kulshedra to oppress humanity. He is biding his time, waiting for the day when he will once again be released by the heedlessness, cruelty and greed of men.
George and the little dove returned to the mountain cave in Lebanon. There the monks gave thanks to God, and saluted the saint and the tiny little dove for their service. Melchizedek placed the dove back in her nest in the branches of the cedar tree. Then the three hermit monks accompanied Saint George and his white horse back into the cave. "I go to sleep now, here in this holy cave. At the end of time, when evil shall reign once again, we shall meet once more my brothers, when God calls upon us to serve him. Peace unto you Tobias, Ezekiel and Melchizedek, until that day". After bidding each other farewell and blessings of peace the great gate was closed and locked forever. The stones was placed back on top of the door to conceal it and the altar replaced. It seemed as if there was never an iron gate or opening there before. The cave was once again a simple shrine.
So the world was saved from a terrible calamity. The forces of light and goodness overcame the forces of darkness and evil. The faith and hope of humanity was answered by the prayers of Tobias, Ezekiel and Melchizedek, their fear and concerns put to rest by the hero Saint George, who received some unexpected help from one of God's tiniest and seemingly insignificant creatures...a little dove who nests in a cedar tree, high atop Mount Lebanon.











