Dionysos

 

I know this might seem grand to write this down, but I think I found my purpose on this planet. My purpose for life. My purpose for anything, and it all has to do with Dionysos. I know. The thought of a god and me (and atheist) seems disconnected at first, but indulge me to explain my thought process (which only a few minutes completed itself).

I was a wiccan before I read “the god delusion” and had to re-examine my beliefs, but still couldn’t shed of the Greek pantheon, which I love and love reading about since my childhood (I loved Hercules and his 12 works). Only a few months prior I read “Gods in everyman” by Jean Shinoda Bolen (she first wrote the female version: Godesses in everywoman, which I also read first before getting my head knocked by the male version).

I had connections with Hades, Poseidon and eventually I reached Dionysos. Dionysos is the one I felt with the most. The one I reacted to the most. He is described as a nomadic wanderer, the same as Odin also was described in norse mythology.

People I have met in my life, I have met with a certain purpose and have shed once that purpose is fulfilled. I know this sounds weird, but it is. The same goes for the place I have lived my whole life. I have lived there, it has fulfilled it’s purpose and I move on.

The same goes for my previous identity as a neurotypical. It has served it’s purpose of giving me the education I needed (which as an autistic would have been severely lacking, to be honest. I would’ve been treated differently if I was diagnosed earlier).

Now I am seen as an autistic and I am indeed treated differently, but thanks to my maturity and my previous life experience, I can handle it. I can take it and fight against it. I have accepted this identity and embrace it fully.

My realisation came after reading the book: “Mr Robot and philosophy” and the term “Nomadic War-Machine”. I coin it as Nomadic revolutionary.

A nomadic revolutionary is someone who takes life as it is, and takes the people he meets and puts them on the path they are destined to be. Many philophers were nomadic revolutionaries, not in the grand scheme of things, but in people’s very lives.

My own revolutionary acts include getting my autism diagnose, getting my degree (despite having to do over my year 3 times but persevering nonetheless (It wasn’t that I was intellectually incapable, but I was conditioned to do one thing and they told me that that conditioning wouldn’t do that year, to put it in simple terms)).

Another revolutionary act is my girlfriends. I have something that attracts women that have been abused by their boyfriends. I know that my relationship with them might not last, and eventually they become stronger and will leave me. I can’t stand abusive men and will fight them if necesarry but it is much more useful to help women become stronger, so their abuser have no more power over them.

I know this all sounds arrogant, but my revolution also comes in small things. I read. Reading in an age of being spoonfed everything is an act of revolution. Wanting to grow intellectually, artistically is an act of revolution.

Taking antidepressants in a world that makes you depressed, is an act of revolution. Wanting and fighting to stay alive in a world that wants you dead, is an act of revolution.

These are only a few examples, but there are more.

Be proud of your revolution. Be proud of being a nomadic revolutionary.

I will quote the most powerful sentence of the essay “How to become a revolutionary” in “Mr robot and philosophy”:

“The real revolution is simply getting on the subway, getting off at a stop we want, sitting down somewhere and accepting ourselves, by enjoying all the beauty that our difference creates.”