LIMOUSINE FOR FREEEADING 13

GEO MAN CER

The locations of the 40-day journey (23)24.05-1.07.2024 in Poland, Podkarpacie and Europe will be arranged chrono logically, just as the Limousine led the way, or the way Limousine. The story will place itself, or perhaps someone will lead it, in several parts of the series and will certainly end with an unveiling entitled “SAWA”. Time value ceases to matter in the End. Eternity begins to have. It was always as certain as . Apocalypse. Welcome to the Desert of REALITY. People are becoming less and less around, as if there is little or nothing at all. The Earth offers visions. The Fire is burning, “13” obliges to something, to a bit of a dIScuSSIon perhaps. All that was needed was ZERO point. Of the three functions / phenomena organizing the life of man, i.e. Time, Love and Freedom, whichever comes first, as in an algorithm, whichever depends on the other. Which is which?

TE MET NOS CE. When you’ve had enough, When all you see are monsters drooling over cash and pretending to be people. When you’ve had enough, When all you see are monsters drooling over cash and pretending to be people. When everything collapses, a man ceases to mean anything. The standard news is another war, massacre, fraud, rape, shenanigans, debilitation, crying religious hypocrisy, printed in the basement conspiracy to fool the rest. And so it goes every day. Every day. I can’t remember a year, a month, a week that someone didn’t want to fool you. After more than 33 years of working in various types of media, I have not found one honest one in Poland. It’s all set up contra / polar / political. To pretend to be someone else, to suck up, to pile on, to subvert the chance for a local united community, to smash and kill hope. Wolf capitalism has already corrupted children. Isolation displaces collectivity, community. Everything stinks of cynicism and contempt. Individuals are slowly going blind. An all-encompassing consumerist SHIT. After all, you can’t observe, assimilate and accept it at the same time. After all, you have to react to it somehow. The best way is to burn it, drown it or move away. End of the World. Anything to preserve the memory of love. Where is the place that will foster this. Somewhere it must be.

With incense from Morocco, I banished the old smells and, under their rule, the demons before the trip.

SOŁONKA

A couple of hours after leaving, I felt something knocking gently on the left side. I stopped by a soccer field, somewhere in the Carpathian foothills. I get out and here the fender has slipped off the side. Well, I took the tools and somehow try to salvage it. A little with screws, a little with plastic clamps, so that I don’t lose it somewhere along the way. At the stream on the other side of the road, some guy was tamping soil with a machine. He stopped his work and approached me curiously with the intention of helping me. Lying under the car, I chatted for a while about the problem. He insisted that ‘Mamut’ glue was the best. When I finished fixing it, I asked where to park here for the night to sleep. And he: “The safest place by the church, oh here, Or…. have you heard about our health resort hidden here, not many people know about it”. And that’s how I ended up at the first place. I like such interactions, I always learn something first hand. From different sides, different points, angles of view. Human old school.

The last eight months before my trip, particularly since 7/10/2023, I lived shocked watching on social media the genocide of Palestinians in the world’s largest open-air prison in Gaza by the artificial colonizing state of Israel and the lack of unequivocal reactions from around the world. The lack of any human brakes, the bestiality and sophistication of the genocide on the one hand, and the lack of any attempt to stop this cruel, ruthless, brutal, satanic extermination on the other, reminded me of the situation of Poland during World War II. Whole cities bombed ruthlessly and razed to the ground, whole villages murdered, children, babies shot, concentration camps, a ruthless and permanent state of oppression. Introduction of the master race, rape, ethnic cleansing, destruction of religious buildings, destruction of culture, looting. Militarism and racism were becoming the new religion. In addition, covering up crimes, placing the blame on other nations. Manipulation of history for several decades. Time has only changed, because it IS possible today with a cell phone to record a video and broadcast it to the world. If it were not for this circumstance, the propaganda machine would probably hide it. Just like the previous wars. In Poland, no news/media reported the truth about what was happening in Palestine. How much people must have changed. Especially in a nation so experienced by history. Is it just the media’s fault? The authorities, the government, the political alignments? Logic would dictate that living in a cult of Death is the outstanding OXYMORON, which, sooner or later brings you what it’s feed by.

Just before the depopulated brine spa I saw just such an oxymoron: “Cat and mouse in the Palestinian arrangement”. The association was fresh and obvious, mainly due to the mentioned context, circumstances of the fun of death and the color scheme. After a moment of watching the cat playing with a stunned mouse for tastier meat, not far from the library/social point of leaving books in this brine spa I found a rarity from 50 years ago dedicated to the cat and the nightingale, a fairy tale by Adam Bahdaj, the undisputed leader of a youth novel in the People’s Republic of Poland and thus a lushly used base of screenplays for film series; it was a fairy tale named “Lunar Concert”.

The salt water source in Solonka is a remnant of the Miocene period and hot sea (about 23 million – 5 million years ago). The brine was used in the 16th and 17th centuries to brew salt on a wide rock. The salt well located here was created during this period. It dates back to 1596, with a depth of 26 meters. It is particularly rich in iodine.

For many years, I have observed slowly emerging opportunities to build small cells of local tissue of a healthy, responsible society. Opportunities constantly wasted, which unfortunately take revenge. So much has been written about this. So many examples from abroad. And yet some power, hatred, jealousy, pride, laziness or marasm dominates and interferes. I’ve observed the formation and development of a certain group of historical reconstructions in the last few years. It starts wide, enthusiastic even, and then slowly decelerates, loses its resonance, crumbles. Unhealthy competition with another similar groups begins. Only individuals left who are forced to accept the status of a struggle for injustice. And this scheme of construction / reconstruction is often if not always, repeated. What a historical curse. The potential of rich Polish culture as if constantly reduced to the starting ZERO. One taxi driver listening to the news on the radio asked: “What’s in politics now?” he replies:”How can it be good since already 16 unions of farmers who do not get along. And the same bread is taken away from all of them.” Simple.

OVER THE RIVER SAN

My camper Husbil has 14 windows, including 11 scenic and 3 roof. This gives huge ventilation and peeping values, so to speak. Often, wherever I parked after a moment of silence, I could calmly observe the world without being noticed. It is very interesting if you have the patience to associate frequencies, for example. In this case I was sitting on a chair outside and a couple of children came to fish for pearls in San river. But I’m calm in observation, so perhaps I’m ‘disappearing’ in the consciousness of presence. Children are amazing in their creativity to explore the world and ‘getting’/’fishing’ it. Pleasant to realize it at will. It gives some incomparable HOPE.

They found a small pearl, the size of a pinhead. But of course they couldn’t believe it themselves. They kept it in a small plastic water bottle and tried to control their emotions. I remember the girl was great, she had a nice voice and laughter and she was very determined to find another pearl. She was resolute, and trying to figure out a pattern for fishing in that river. The boy was a bit lazy, nodding and showing off a little, because he was delighted with the find and wanted to show off to his colleagues; he often repeated it would bring some jealousy.

I went to Sanok, the Royal Museum, and saw three exhibitions with mixed meanings of hell, purgatory and heaven. Because it is a bit separate expedition and to maintain the chronology I will open a drawer as in the casket novel “LIMUZYNA 14”. You can enter now like another forest, read, watch and come back. Or read “LIMUZYNA 13” to the end and then… FEEL FREEEAD. LINK LIMOUSINE 14

It’s a strange feeling to drive around and explore empty, public, peopleless places. Closed temples, abandoned children’s playgrounds. You will not see a man on the horizon. As if the potential is no longer dormant but rejected. I remember as a child in a housing estate or passing through a village, it was difficult not to meet a several groups of people on a bench talking to each other. I do not remember the last time I saw something similar in Poland. Sooner in a pub under the so-called “mighty angel”. Or in a shopping mall, a temple of consumption, to spend money, and perhaps on this occasion to spend a few words. As in the Polish Sejm, from whose libations and apparent party division the leader of the new grouping began to report from 2015, who, according to public opinion, from this very ‘fraternal’ consumption, also lost this very trust. Just like crying another leader with a ‘religious’ background voting for abortion. It’s hard not to have associations with a progressive and expanding desert.

Like a strange dream, observing on social media the collapse of the world and human values, the lack of response from your own country, and like a strange dream, this kinda final journey. Like participating in an accelerated passing. As if the conspiratorial Reality is taking away your chance to wish someone important or the Only One a happy birthday before you leave. It comes out as if you’re saying “Thank you for everything” and “Goodbye.” The picture of a supposedly real oasis blurs and becomes a fatamorgan. You no longer want to look for your place here. You don’t see it in potential. NOTHING speaks for it. The most important thing is not to lose yourself, not to lose your Sensitivity, not to forget about Love, because SHE, against all odds, against everyone and everything, happens, after all.

ULUCZ

HŁOMCZA

ŁODZINA

Most Orthodox, Greek Catholic, or post-Greek Catholic churches of wooden architecture were closed. As I rode my bicycle looking for the last one in my plans, I asked the children in the village, they didn’t even know such a thing existed there. Adults, a piece further away answered me: “ThereO, at the end of the road…”. And indeed, a little further there was no road. There was an elderly man sitting in front of the Orthodox church, waiting for his wife to give the keys to clean the place. But she was late. So we chatted a bit. I told him what I had seen at the Museum in Sanok (Limousine 14) and what an impression it had made on me. He, looking me in the eye, replied “You’re probably older than me”. So…, looking at each other for a while, we fell silent. Later he told me that everything is slowly dying, people don’t want to move from their homes, among other things because of the elimination of local transportation. Not everyone can afford a car. The mundane is completely ungone. The wife finally came and I had the opportunity to finally go inside one of the most beautiful Orthodox churches I’ve seen in ‘matchstick’ wooden fading architecture.

Well, what to say… My world does not consist of coincidences, for which, all in all, without judging their cruelty, I am kinda grateful. Returning to Husbil, I saw a hidden, as if left behind in the grass, the MIRACOLO, which I had never seen with my own eyes before. The height of many a man’s dream, I suppose. On the penultimate day of my stay in Poland… Well… who would have expected that. Especially in such a religious context, such a conversation, such a vISit, at the end of the road.

MIEJSCE PIASTOWE (PIAST* PLACE)
*PIAST-FIRST POLISH KINGS DYNASTY

The below table translation: Guardian Angel of Poland. You Poles by the tribulation purified and by common love strong will bear the rescue of other nations. God will pour on you great gifts and graces will raise up among you saintly and wise people. And the highest God will elevate you when you give the world a great pope. Trust therefore in the Lord. The words os Polish Angel 3.05.1863 from “Ks. Bronisław Markiewicz ‘Bloodless battle'”

Complicating the situation are those who in truth don’t want / are afraid of / answers. I had such a buddy who also saw what was happening to Poland, like many, he stepped aside from the media and took up the craft. I tried to tell him a story about love and say that some things can’t be explained without using a figure / character / influence of God. And he to me that “he thought intelligent people don’t believe in fairy tales”. He must have realized beforehand that I was a believer, and yet he sort of lost the memory of that. Or something else. He had such angelic potential, a certain attentiveness, tolerance in him, but he preferred to choose, in his opinion, visible divine anti-interventionism as the basis for disbelief. And once again I have the impression that accommodation takes away Hope. Easy wishful thinking and claims appear. The usurpation of the position of judging someone / something in which one doesn’t believe. By the way, how glaring and immediate the intervention would have to be for him to finally believe. I wonder how such a scale is calculated. To me, it seems that the lack of intervention is also intervention, as punishment. If aWAReness is not always a reward, well… the eschatology appears.

The next day, on the eve of Corpus Christi, my last day in Poland, I visited just over the Slovak border, in the village of Zyndranowa, the Lemko Culture Museum. And, as in the case of the Royal Museum exhibitions in Sanok, I wondered about the mixed meanings of hell, purgatory and heaven of a people’s culture falling into OBLIVION. But that’s already in Limousine 14.

MEM(ENT)O MORI

What kind of society is this, whose representatives cheer and stand up dozens of times and applaud in their parliament / congress a foreign war criminal, a mass-murderer, someone who wants to annihilate entire nations. Moreover, they fund him with money of their plunging poverty nation and put up candidates with a similar genocidal worldview to ‘fight’ for the next term. How can you even support someone like that?! Forcing others to explain the so-called lesser evil? It is no lesser evil, IT IS EVIL. So what IS an anti-abortion organization supporting and cheering for such a candidate anymore? Who are they cheering those gathered at the election rally? Militants, prepaid? What right do you have to say “people” about them. They are NOTHING like synthetics, empty shells, washed out of the human spirit, feelings, empathy or emotions. The instinct of self-preservation would tell the body to defend itself. It’s not the mechanism of man that justifies his annihilation, IT IS EVIL, a satanic, bestial mechanism, in my opinion completely AUTO/DESTRUCTIVE, leading the whole nation to SELF DEFEAT.