II. Daimon Agathos

II

DAIMON AGATHOS
(Spiritual etude)

My little piece of real Beauty and Eternity, that stays with me here, even when everything comes to ashes.

The philosophers of Ancient Greece did believe in one special type of humanlike creatures, called Daimon Agathos. It means 'a loving demon' or 'a friendly demon' or something like that. Maybe, they are demons, maybe they aren't. Maybe, they can incarnate, maybe they cannot. Someone says, they are, actually, muses and cause inspiration, other ones say, they are demons and invoke passions in human's heart, the third ones say, Daimons are more perfect humanity, who live in an other layer of reality and sometimes have transactions with ordinary humans... I can't say, who is right. But there is one piece of information, that I personally like very much. Sometimes human beings and Daimon Agathos feel some kind of connection with each other, to help each other grow, become better, stronger, more beautiful, more talented, more pure. In this case a human being becomes obsessed with a Daimon and Daimon becomes a living talisman for the human being. Not a talisman, though. He becomes a deeply beloved creature, an inspirator, a little part of Divine, imprinted inside of human's DNA... Ancient Greeks believed, that Daimon appears as a human being or a very bright and beautiful fly upon the shoulders of the obsessed, that only another Daimon-obsessed could see.
Maybe, throughout many years I'm sick with the Divine-sickness.
I remember 'historical' December 2004. It was a week or two, before my 15teen, as I met him. I met him in a weird, extremely real and colourful dream. I lived in winter, but in my dream it was late summertime – augustdays or first days of autumn, I believe.
Daimons aren't always creatures of flower petals and pure light. Sometimes they, as humans, suffer quite badly and become devils, sometimes they cry and sometimes they kill, sometimes they break and fall, sometimes they have enemies and stuck into problems... The Daimon, who came to me, was 'addictive' one. I say 'addictive', but I do not mean anything bad. I do not mean some kind of social label. He was killer – yes, he was. He killed creatures, who loved him. At least, they said, he did. Maybe, he was cold, maybe, he was cruel. It's hard to say for me now – I knew him for such a long time. But – I don't know how, I felt, that he is broken. You know, sometimes fallen Angels are called broken Angels. That's what I mean, when speaking out this word - 'broken'.
He was beautiful though. As every Daimon, he had a special feeling of Beauty. That's logically – if they are muses, they are created for Beauty. Though he was terribly unhuman and his beauty was cold. I actually do not know, if/how his severe, too apollonian, too ascetic beauty could really attract.  As he walked along the street, he wasn't like a human, like a part of the humanity, he was like a ship, that swims through the stormy sea. He walked so tranquilly, he was so unbelieveable strange, so out of this world... If he would be a human, people would stare at him all the time. But they behaved, as if they didn't see him, as if he was just a piece of furniture or something like that. Today I understand – such a situation occures, when someone's soul is very long distance from the reality and that's why people usually just do not identify him as somebody, whom they could get in touch with. Such a person is a voyager – with one foot he stands on the ground, with another one somewhere else, under ground, maybe... maybe in the aether. As for me, my last years I'm a voyager too. But I must be fair, it was he, who kicked my ass out of the frames...