Until the second part of the experience related
to the visit to the ”Oracle from Pipera” comes (you can find the first part here:
http://oshotraveller.blogspot.ro/2013/06/visiting-oracle-from-pipera.html), I’ll tell you now about a happening that took place recently,
related to my family. The characters in the movie are: Me, My mother, My
Father, The Family’s dog, My brother. What is all about?
Before we literally enter the story, I’ll tell
you the background facts.
My parents have a house with a courtyard, with
no upper levels, in which nobody lives now. And we have a dog there, a female
dog, that guards the stuff there. And because nobody lives there, we have to go
each day to feed the dog. Usually this is done by my father, who is retired and
has more free time available. Sometimes I also go or my mom, and when we are
out of town, my big brother goes. He has lived there quite a time but now is
living with his wife and the child in his own house.
Let’s say that this dog has been tied for
almost 99% of the time, near his kennel, with a chain
So for a couple of days, our little doggy was
kind of sick and he wasn’t eating too much, he wasn’t barking, apparently he
was about to die. The dog is 10 years old, anyway, and it looks like he doesn’t
hear very well. When I heard that he was ill, I got an idea. I thought to go
one of those days to give her food and then to let her free on the street.
Almost every time when I was there to feed her, I was feeling some kind of heartache
when I saw her there, alone and tied also with the chain. But, my rationality
and coziness, two aspects I inherited from my father, basically, stopped me
from acting in a way that will make the life of this animal easier. With just
one exception, mentioned above.
So when I heard that he was (probably) dying ,
I thought that I’ll never forget myself if I don’t get there to let her free.
Besides, it looked to me a good moment, psychologically speaking, for my
parents, because it was more likely that they will forget about their stupid
attachment to the dog, now being put in front of a possible break-up once and
for good. Said and done.
So I went on a Sunday afternoon, among drops of
rain, to feed the dog and to give him something that I should have gave him
long ago: freedom!
I got there and I saw that he was standing in his
little house, sleeping. At first I thought he was dead because usually when I
arrive there, as soon as I open the door he starts barking joyously. I went to
him, I caressed him on the head and I spoke a little with him. He wasn’t moving
at all, just hardly breathing. But after a few minutes he woke up, he stood on
his feet and ate the bones I had brought it. Hmm, if he’s eating that means he
wants to live, I said to myself. Meanwhile, the rain was coming from time to
time, with little drops, and I was wondering if under these circumstances it’s
a good idea to let her free.
In the end, when I saw the rain had calmed
down, I set the dog free. And he left slowly but surely towards the door. He
walked a little loop sided, he barely stood straight, his legs were probably
numb after so much rest. And when I opened the door to the courtyard, he got
out instantly.
And then I watched to see what he’s doing. He
went on the street, slowly, slowly, started to smell all kinds of things, like
an animal of course. After some 15-20 minute, I shouted at him to come back. Of
course he didn’t hear me, or just didn’t listen to me. Then I went to him, to
talk with him and to persuade him somehow to come back in the court. He’d walk
a few steps with me and then would stop and go back. Then I walked away as if I
wanted to go, to see if he goes to the house. I knew that last time I did this,
it was the way I convinced him to go back. But now it didn’t work.
In the end, I went back to take some wire, to
pull him by force towards the home. I walked some distance with him, tied with
this wire around his head, and then he wouldn’t want to walk anymore. Then I
said „Ok, have it your way”. I untied the wire and I left. He didn’t come after
me. So I went home, my real home.
When I arrived home, I thought I should prepare
somehow for the reactions of my parents. I didn’t felt sorry for what I had did,
anyway, and I thought that if he wants to come back he will come back the next
day for food. Or he will stay there on the street. But because I expected my
parents will blame me as if I was a little child, although I knew very well
what I was doing, I said to myself I’ll tell them what I did after I finish my
evening meditation, Osho Kundalini Meditation (http://www.osho.com/main.cfm?Area=meditation&Sub1Menu=activemeditation&Sub2Menu=kundalini) , so I will not spoil this goody meditation with the argue.
Goood. So the meditation is over and I go to
the living room, where my parents are watching a movie on Pro TV (one of the
romanian tv stations...), a romanian movie in which a he and a she were arguing
very passionately. The eyes were captured by the movie action, so I’m thinking it’s the right time to break the spell with my great news. And I say to my
father: “Tomorrow when you’ll go to the dog you will find him on the street, if
you will find him anyway”. Ha? What? Why? I explained them, in brief, what
happened, and only my mother appeared to understand why I did it. I felt this
in her eyes… My dad gave me one of his well-known replies: “Such brains you
have!” And then something like: “How could you let the dog on the street? To
die on the street?” I said: “What difference does it make if he dies on the
street or in his kennel?” But for his narrow and possessive mind, it didn’t
make sense what I was saying.
Eventually they went to the court house, to bring
the dog in the courtyard, if they would find him on the street. The found him
but it looked like the dog didn’t wanted to stand up. So they left him there
till the next day. Then my father (after my mother had left to work), brought
him somehow by force, with the chain on his neck, back in the courtyard. In the
third day after this, I heard that he came back to life. Very good.
The next day, on Monday, I spoke with my
brother, who had phoned me the day before to ask me: „What was in my head to
let the dog on the street?” Well, so that he feels what it means to be free, I
said. Then he starts with rational arguments, like: „What if he would have bit somebody? The dogs are unpredictable! You should have put him back in the
courtyard, if you let him free.” And the thing that really pissed me of, was:
”I don’t wanna hear that you’ll do this kind of stuff!” WTF? I was a little kid
who made a blunder and he was explaining, like a parent, what is good and what
is right? He explained me that after so many years of living there he had an attachment
for the dog. And he cared so much for him that he didn’t go even once with him
to the near park, to walk him, to let him see something more than that fucking
kennel. They kept him tied, he and my parents also, so many years, giving him a
more ugly life than that of a bullock horse.
Well, this is it .
For me it was amazing to see how blind people can
be, when their heart is closed. And how they make up all kind of
rationalizations to justify their so called affection, which it’s not at all
about some other being, in this case a dog, but about their own egoism and possessivity.
And I also found interesting the fact that
although the dog had total freedom, as far as movement is concerned, he
remained on the street and it didn’t go in the big world, so to say. What it
means to live all your life chained to the peg...Is it man also like this? I
think so.
