April 15th, 2019
story from the book: NOT EVERYTHING IS LIKE IT SEEMS Life-written Fairy Tales for Adults
by Katarzyna Nowocin-Kowalczyk (Catherine)
The horse gallops faster and faster through the open space, somewhere in the middle of the Ecuadorian Andes. He knows the area, I don't. However, I have the impression that I have been here before. At another time, in another world, in another reality. Unknown places, but so familiar. I intuitively coordinate my movements with the movements of the animal. Although this is my first horseback riding in this life, I feel like I've always done it. I know exactly how to behave. It's something familiar. Natural. As if a memory of previous lives. The soul is torn apart by a boundless sense of happiness. And this freedom...
Ecuador, “the middle of the world,” the end of the eighties. Before I flew to South America, I was fascinated by the books of Erich von Däniken, who had infected me with his concept of extraterrestrial civilizations, who had been visiting our earth for millennia. According to the Swiss, there are plenty of traces of their existence on earth, including the pyramids in Egypt. The most, exactly on the South American continent. Primitive humans of that time saw space travelers as gods. They erected for them temples, statues , cut their images in rocks, built something like airports, and told stories in the range of concepts and vocabulary available to them, as they understood them. It is much easier for people to create a fairy tale accessible to their perception of comprehension and believe in it than to believe in something they do not understand. A great example is Nikola Tesla's remotely controlled boat, which he presented at Madison Square Garden in New York in 1898. Guided by a wireless transmitter the boat accelerated, slowed down and turned in a small pool. However, radio waves are invisible in our range of vision and are rather difficult to imagine. A large part of the spectators gathered at the show preferred to believe that inside this boat sits a tiny man who maneuvers it—because in circuses, various “freaks” could be seen—than to believe in some radio message, or something new and unknown, which they had not dealt with before. So also our ancestors, having come into contact with something they had not seen before, created their gods. They paid tribute to them and were giving away their freedom.
The human mind is an enormous and often underestimated tool of power. And it's so easy to program. You are either a victim or a winner. No matter the circumstances. Everything is in our head. Because everything that is really valuable in this life we get for free—our body, soul, health, our mind, love, joy, smile, nature, mother earth, singing birds, the sound of trees, people who love us, no matter who we are, and many other things. Paradoxically, however, we value the most what we have to pay for. The more, the more valuable this thing seems. Also our freedom. And yet everything is in our head. A truly free man, even if he is in bondage, will still remain free in his soul.
So when, as a very young person, I flew to the southern continent of America, I imagined that here I would have the opportunity to see something extraordinary. To touch the alien civilization, maybe to get to know their descendants…I actually saw and experienced a lot of interesting things, but I didn't meet aliens. But I saw what feudalism looks like in practice—although Ecuador is, after all, a Republic—and I understood what freedom really is.
I am stopping the horse and for a long time enjoy the silence and the beauty of surrounding nature. I feel so free, and joy just bursts inside me. I smile. I don't have to do anything. No one bothers me. There is no one. No distractions. There is only this moment. And there are birds, wind, rustle of trees. In the distance high to the sky, massive peaks of mountains. I don't really know where I am, but I don't care at all. A smile turns into a loud laugh. "Let this moment last !" I shout with all my might. Oh, how good... So good...
"Lead home,” I say to the animal and lightly press his body with my legs. I don't know how I know the horse understands me. I just know. We are galloping again. After some time, we reach a familiar route. The horse seems to be reading my mind. We slow down. Now we are riding at walk. There are no buildings. There are only trees behind which expanses of bright-green meadows are stretching. Just around the corner, I unexpectedly come across a Jeep standing on the side of the road. From distance I can see a flat tire. It must have run over some sharp stone. By the open trunk a well, fashionably dressed man looking about sixty years old. The Indian turns around, and a wide smile appears on his face.
“Hola, buenos días, señorita, como esta, usted? (Hello, good morning lady, how are you?)” He greets me friendly.
“Buenos días,” I answer politely, albeit somewhat distrustfully.
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