Recently, I have been constantly discovering something new in familiar, everyday and familiar objects, words, books. As if someone specifically draws attention to the hidden meaning of long-known phrases, expressions or lines of poetry.
Remember Blok's famous verse “Night, street, lamp, pharmacy”? Surprisingly, it was only many years after graduation from school and university that the secret meaning of this short work came to me. But what if in it Blok described nothing else, but his own vision of reincarnation? What theologians and scholars are breaking their spears over is contained in one short verse. Perhaps the poet wrote it, guided by his personal experiences and experiences! How hopeless, sad and melancholy he describes his posthumous transformations. He has been in this world more than once and warns that nothing new will happen. What if these two quatrains are nothing more than an open message to posterity.
Recently, a psychoanalyst and I were arguing about an entertaining topic. I, with my characteristic maximalism and decisiveness, declared that if life does not suit me, then you can easily fix everything and start over. As a joke, of course, I'm not going to do this. But purely in theory. So Blok said that everything is the same. Nothing new:
Night, street, lantern, pharmacy, Pointless and dim light.
Live for at least a quarter of a century -
Everything will be like this. There is no escape.
If you happen to exist aimlessly and dejectedly in this life, then nothing new will happen. The sad Symbolist makes it clear: you do at least something, fate will continue to lead in a circle.
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The psychoanalyst also hotly and negatively answered: whatever happens, it must be experienced. You cannot cut the Gordian knot. It needs to be unraveled gradually. Otherwise, the punishment will follow in the next incarnation. Immediate and violent. Problems only accumulate. They need to be addressed, not run away. We talked heart to heart, and after that, as if I began to see the secret signs confirming her words. But she's right, I thought. This second quatrain explains a lot:
If you die, you start over again
And everything will repeat itself as of old.
Night, icy ripples of the canal
Pharmacy, street, lamp.
The poet directly says that the soul returns to this world. But it is forcibly impossible to break the vicious circle of reincarnation. Everything that you left or did not complete in your present life will reach for you into a new reality. This poem shows very well how the so-called "karmic work" works. They loop a person in the Wheel of Samsara and prevent him from reaching a new level. You can't run away. Even if you suddenly, tired of yourself and those around you, decide to flee, then after a while, with surprise, you will find yourself at the same point from which you “started”. If the last thing you saw in your past life is the cold water of the canal, be sure that next time fate will lead you to the same bridge. And so on until then. Until you understand - the icy ripples of the canal will not bring relief, but will only complicate everything.
It is no coincidence that Blok belongs to the galaxy of Symbolist poets. But now that we know a lot about karma and reincarnation, its symbolism becomes clear. He can be called a seer, because in a few simple rhymes, the poet managed to fit a huge world, to concisely and succinctly formulate the postulates of the doctrine of the reincarnation of the soul.
In parapsychology, there are terms "young" and "old" soul. Young means the one who came to this world for the first time. Such a person is easy to recognize. You have met them more than once in your life. Young souls are always ready to be surprised at the familiar things. Until a ripe old age, such people retain faith in miracles. They are naive, they say with a grin that life has not taught anything. And she cannot teach, because she was given for the first time!
The old soul has already received several reincarnations. Those who come to this world not for the first time know a lot at the level of intuition. They do not remember everything in detail, but they roughly imagine how events will develop. Such people, already in their youth, are skeptical about life and are not surprised at anything.
Analyzing the work of poets and writers of the 19th and early 20th centuries, I come to the conclusion that they all had old souls. Many of them have created works of genius and no one is able to say something new in literature. They said and left. Forever, as if fulfilling its purpose. And almost all of them left tragically and before the deadline. But it seems to us that it is premature. In fact, in a short period of time, they managed to complete their mission and retire with a light heart. They were able to break the circle of reincarnations and their souls rushed to the eternal Cosmos, to nirvana.
Remember the hero Lermontov Pechorin, tired of life. Didn't his soul yearn for freedom? Rake Onegin, born of Pushkin's fantasy, was a young man, but also tired and fed up with life. It seems to me that great writers and poets knew something more than we do. As true seers, they simply could not speak in plain text, therefore they encrypted knowledge in the form of poetry and prose.
So many interesting things can be discovered by rereading classical literature and looking for secret signs in it. My thoughts are also not accidental, because many years ago I read all these works, but only now I understood their hidden meaning. No wonder they say that the Teacher comes when the Pupil is ready to comprehend knowledge. Most likely, the time has come to see the "second bottom" in the usual things. Someone will say that you should not complicate everything so much. People have left, and a new reading of their works is nothing but fantasies that came under the influence of mood. May be so. But all the same I want to believe that the Spirit exists. And it is he who pushes us to new discoveries.
Remember the work of the great storyteller, dreamer and pilot Anuane de Saint-Exupery. Who has not read his famous fairy tale for adults "The Little Prince". But he has many other works filled with philosophical meaning and reflections on man, his destiny and soul. In the book "Planet of People" there is such a phrase: "Only the Spirit, touching the clay, creates a Man out of it." In this short quote, one can see the author's attitude to the theme of life and death, and to posthumous incarnations, and his understanding of the true purpose of the Personality. Without the Spirit, we are just bodies, consumers of life's goods, indifferent passers-by and "Outsiders", Albert Camus. Biorobots performing the simplest manipulations that do not require any effort and experience.
The dreamer pilot left early and mysteriously. Many years later, his plane was found. But fans of Exupery's work do not believe in his death. They believe that the writer simply disappeared into infinite space, merged with Heaven, which he loved so much. He stepped into another dimension and now lives with the Little Prince and, waking up, washes and puts his Planet in order. And no matter how skeptic I am, I also want to believe that the Spirit does not disappear into oblivion, but continues to live.
