I have been a skeptical and a severe commentator for all the national pride celebrations, where either at school or later as a community spectator I have always felt the pressure to “agree” with all the displays of heroism, national heritance and social conformity.
I have seen only one country so far from those that I have visited, where during their national celebration the people do not display their army and weapons but classes of children parading by waving their national flag and wearing their traditional costumes. The rest of us what is it that we do during our celebrations but reminding to the world the majestic force of violence, imposed by artillery, young people ready to be sacrificed like sheep to the slaughter, and the illusive perception that our value lies in our power to kill, destroy and ravage other territories, civilisations, human lives.
As the years passed, as I have been asked by life to participate more vigorously in my civic duties assuming the responsibilities and the privileges of an organized society, this past year I found myself in a different position.
During our last national holiday, the one that we celebrate the birth of our modern nation, I noticed a difference in me.
A couple of days earlier, as I was driving to the commercial part of my suburb to do my weekly groceries and trivial shopping, I noticed that on some balconies our national flag has been put up.
Never in my life have I ever displayed our national flag on my balcony for no reason, let alone to commemorate our national day.
Gazing at the flags, I thought for the first time what I put on something this year, surprised at my own thought, but still not dismissing it.
Continuing shopping at some point I find myself to a large supermarket chain.
I get to the checkout and see that the cashier has paper made national flags in front of her; it clicked to me for the first time ever.
“How much do the flags cost” I asked?
The cashier immediately hands me one, no question of price, and asks me:
“Do you have a little one at home?”
I smile up generously and I reply eagerly:
“The little one is me!”….
She smiles, hands me two small balloons, exactly in the colors of my national flag, and finishes me off. My smile now goes all the way to the moon…
I thank her with such enthusiasm, as If I were either 4 or 5 years old, and proud as a peacock and then I walk out with my little flag and the balloons.
Why so happy?
I felt the movement of LIBERATION.
The Revolution and every Revolution of a Nation, as the collective manifestation of the individual, as the manifestation on a larger scale of the personal movement that begins within the One, is the manifestation of the intention, the fire and the air of LIBERATION.
I feel within me the LIBERATION Of the Spirit of the Land P R E S E N T.
I feel within me the P O W E R of the Nation O N G U A R D
I feel within me the C O E H E S I O N of our Conscience in A W A K E N I N G
This year after centuries… I celebrate our national liberation.
And I feel happy for that special cashier lady at the supermarket chain. There are still some stores that are preserving the national character of the commercial world in this country. Respect…. Her attitude and her kind gift today became the Divine Messenger of a Superior Confirmation from another currently invisible Field of the Gift of Liberation in the here and now. Thank you.