Octavius Has A Big Change

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This is NOT true history. I am going to make this up, and turn history around,

to make a point. Please read on.

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Ocatavius has a big change

By R. Mach Aeoidh

Warning: Reading this out of order will result in tragedy. And, this is for

those who can “get it”.

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Again: This is FICTION, NOT TRUE history.

After Rome left India in 300 AD, a nearby Greek Settlement moved in and took

over the central command. They continued to keep all Roman ways going, and so

India went on as it had for hundreds of years, a newly converted Roman society,

from something else, so long forgotten and buried, something called “the

Vedic” or whatever... Nobody cared about that now, because they had

“material progress” to replace it. Rome had killed all the

Brahmins, and so it was all forgotten anyway.

Flash to the future. It’s 2006. A middle aged Indian man named Octavius

found that there used to be this old culture. Disillusioned in some ways, he

sought it out, for curiosity and perhaps self-understanding as a brown man, not

a Greek.

He found it amazing. He began to realize what India was, before Rome. He began

to bring it all back into his own life. He made a set of mala, he made a

dhoti, he learned how to pronounce Sanskrit on his own, and began to chant

mantras.

Now, he had become somewhat well known as a Celtic Astrologer. After all,

Ireland hadn’t been barely touched by Rome, and was flourishing with

it’s own old culture, and lot’s of his people went there, to seek

out the company of the highest, best known, Druids, who spoke philosophy,

taught meditation and other techniques for increasing happiness and inner

peace, and they were into astrology. Being smart, Octavius had written a

computer program for Celtic Astrology, which was selling well in Ireland and

around the world. So, he was well known as a very good Celt, and everyone knew

they were the leading Spiritual People on Earth at this time, and that going to

the Celtic Holy Lands was the way to go, or become a member of the meditation

movement of Druid Mahucualain Ree Sidhe, who’s movement was all over the

world.

But the LAST thing you do is try to dig up that old dead, ugly, culture from

India, which everybody knows was left behind because it’s a piece of

backwards garbage.

But Ocatavius couldn’t stop himself. It was so wonderfult to him. He

could see his ancient ancestors having deities, chanting on mala, going to the

Himalayas to go to holy places and see “Brahmins”, an ancient class

of priests that were now very mysterious because we have NO RECORDS AT ALL about

what they believed or did with their time...how mysterious!

After all, their’s was an oral tradition, and Rome killed them all at once in 50 AD.

Only a small fraction of recollected memories were written down by Greek Monks

that visited India after Rome left, along with the managers that moved in and

continued the dominance over the whole place, gradually making all Indians into

Greeks.

Octavius began to share his newfound experiences with his Irish clients and

worldwide software clients. He was so happy to know something of his own long

forgotten ancestry and ancient culture...but it was not met well by all his

customers and friends in Celtic Astrology. Many of them thought him a complete

fool, for dredging that garbage up. Many thought he had gone mad and was

wasting his time.

At this point, we lose sight of Octavius. We’re not sure what happens to

him next. We think though that his self image got strong despite oppositions

and his own inner doubts, and somehow he found a balance, a way, to live in

Modern Greek India, and still do Celtic Astrology, and yet be aligned with his

own ancient ancestors in Veda-ism, and reading what scraps remain of old books

which the Greeks wrote down partially, as a last tribute to the then dieing

culture of India.

When we walk in anothers shoes, we get their particular views.

When we get their particular views, we understand walking in their shoes.

My mother and father named me Richard Edward Wurst

That’s all Germanic but Irish too, but not Indian.

Edward is funny because it means a “ward of Ed”, which is Aeoidh in

Gaelic, one of my last names, so it’s put into my name twice that

I’m a part of that clann, who’s history is known from 700 AD

onwards and is stored in a part of scotland in a little library there.

I like the Celtic Ideal that “The House of God has no Doors, cannot be

contained in a building”, so they had all services in an open circle in

the trees, a grove, as you say. That’s a nice thought. The Germans were

the same. Pretty related in many ways.

We all have something to give. But what speaks for those cultures previously

assigned to oblivian? Should they have a voice? So many questions.

It’s sure nice to feel connected to something “comfy”,

something comfortable, for you, for you in particular...what is yours...do you

have something which is you, which is like, “your culture”, which

feels really good...when you are with your family on your turf, on your

homeground speaking to your people, who are cooking your kind of food, at that

time, do you feel that? That’s your culture. Those are your people.

Family, relatives, race, your people. We all need village, home, our people, I

believe, at least I need them. I delight in them. I rejoice in their company.

It feels good.

I hate Mexican music, the old stuff. But some people I know, who are Mexicans, just LOVE it.

A lot of people hate old Irish music, it’s so frenetic.

fre·net·ic adj

characterized by feverish activity, confusion, and hurry

But I have a right to love it and I do, I play it with a jam group in Eugene (I

do the ancient drum, called the ‘borawn’ but spelled

‘bodhrain’)

Diversity is good. Friends in many colors, a human rainbow.

Octavius sit’s in his room. He has a hard time not feeling jealous

towards his Irish friends over in Ireland. They have their ancient culture

still intact. They know so much of theirs, have so many books of

their’s, still have their priest class, big ancient temples, so many

things. Wow. But hey, he’s brown, and his genetic memories are from

Indians, and he just feels it, and sees it in the mirror, feels his parents,

and their parents, feels the jungles, the ocean, the Indian ocean, and so many

things about India, just running in his veigns. Home. It’s home. Not

Ireland. He doesn’t do well in Ireland. He visited there four times

while learning Druidism years ago. It was too cold. And rainy. He prefers

his India. He’s Indian. He sits in his room. He feels good with his

stuff. He is moving forward. Things are going to be OK.

Reeshart Mach Aeoidh

 

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[Guest guest]

Hi Das,

 

Great story! I liked it.

 

You've always had the ability to shift my point of

view and help me see things from a different angle.

It's helped me grow as a person, and I appreciate that

part of you.

 

How much easier it is to understand the value of

cultures lost, when you switch it with a culture we

already know to value. Very clever. Simple really, and

yet so affective. I've seen that once before, only, in

the book 2010 by Arthur C. Clarke. At the very end, in

the epilogue, he shows how an alien culture now

growing on Io (one of Jupiter's moons) looks in the

sky and sees our own Earth and wonders if there is

"life out there".

 

Thanks for the story!

-Mary