Daniel Medvedov

Venezuela -

A Paradise Lost

The Sown Sower
Latin-American Thought of Unification

Caracas 1991 Madrid 2009

When Columbus reached the shores of Venezuela, he witnessed an extraordinary array of flowers, multicoloured birds and luxurious vegetation. He came to the conclusion that he had found the terrestrial Paradise. What Columbus had seen in the Paria Gulf has not, to this day, lost its brightness and luxuriance. Venezuela is indeed a paradise with its natural resources, rivers, waterfalls, jungles, plains, mountain ranges, beaches that cover more than half its Caribbean coast as well as a moderate climate, which is on the average 25 C (77 F) year round. Columbus was indeed a visionary. Venezuela is considered worldwide to be a natural paradise. Its climate is undoubtedly the driving factor in its being considered a privileged place. Despite the fact that Caracas, Venezuela’s capital, has a chaotic city life, it is walking distance to a majestic mountain, Mount Avila, with its jungle environment intact. Yet in the heart of the paradise that is Venezuela, the sons of man have devised an underworld of immorality and treachery. The moral fibber of Venezuelan life, along with the ethical values of its people has been lost. Nevertheless, one can perceive men of exceptional qualities, like lotus flowers upon a swamp, people sharing a philosophy that reflects authentic wisdom. An army of dull-witted individuals are charged with the task of cutting down, closing doors on and eliminating everything that the authentic, the wise and the visionary create. What chances does anything have of growing in the face of such incompetence, thievery and immoral astuteness? In the field of education, true masters are cursed and criticized by the authorities. In that of medicine, businessmen not only seek out, but are actually given medical degrees. In general, real experts in their fields are reduced to positions and conditions they do not deserve. We can see some fellows putting on sheepskins in an economy run by wolves. They kindly offer their ideas and their hypocritical commitment to the cause, ending up as ‘saviours of the Venezuelan economy’, so on and so forth. A detailed analysis of the present situation in Venezuela, demonstrates the difficulty of resolving social problems by having low morality and a lack of ethical principles star in this theatre of social life.

Who is the doctor?

Who is the political leader? Who is the businessman? Who is the teacher? Medicine, Politics, Economics and Education are the four fronts of the battle to acquire better salaries, better medical facilities, better schools and more money, always more money. The root of the problem is not the plant but the seed itself; the seed must be replaced. Most of the apostles of the crisis are clearly not competent enough to neither see nor solve the problems which inevitably surface in that sea of delusion. How has this paradise become a lost jewel? Case in point: the Central University of Venezuela. Why have the professors recently decided to go on strike? This very month? Just to increase their salaries! University graduate programs use up increasingly more academically related personal than needed for the students they attend to. The mediocrity of the majority of the professors becomes evident as they open classes. All they are looking for is higher salaries; though, there is no mention of revising academic principles or competence. More money and everything will be just dandy for one more year. Every year, the same story, the same requests, the same needs. What about the moral values of the educator who has to fight even against his own interests by continuing to teach? Teaching is a sacerdotal sacrifice which cannot be done as any other job. To move a large number of people through the streets to the sacred gates of the Congress building is, today, a childish action, lacking any political impact whatsoever, in any country. Today, the weapons and the tools of social change have to be different from the ones used last century. Politicians shackle themselves inside the Congress hall. Congressmen let cynical smiles show through. How can an erratic community, unified solely by a common plea for higher salaries, produce a change in the conscience of a sickly political arena? “Education has to be changed “- say the educators.

“Medicine has to be changed “- claim the doctors. “Politics has to be changed”- cry the politicians. “Economics has to be changed”- bellow the businessmen. What we have to change is not Education, Medicine, Politics and Economics but the educators, doctors, politicians and businessmen. The written principles of human society display common sense and a profound knowledge of human nature. The individuals who apply these principles in social life are ill, treacherous false, hypocritical and incompetent. They, and not the principles of present society, are responsible for the crisis. How can we reach a level of competence, generosity and wisdom, and then practice it in society? By cutting the string of lies that links social mediocrity to confusion. These principles would suffice to create a paradise, but we missed the boat, due to our own ingenuity. We have let the incompetent bring in a band of thieves to run the ship while the captain is tied up below deck. The Paradise-Lost is the name of the ship which could be Venezuela. Venezuela is only one example. Most of the countries of the world are bearing the same cross. Yet the hope for better times transforms this sad portrait of Venezuela into a living possibility for future change.



The Sown Sower
Latin-American Thought of Unification

A mindless man an idea did have To a dumb one dictated it word for word It happened that the topic was all about love And wise become the man who listened and heard The Parable of the Sower The field of a Unified America has been sown a century ago by Francisco de Miranda and Simon Bolivar. Like a seed that is initially attracted to the center of the Earth and later shoots up, the Idea of The Unified America has sprouted to the center of the continental life, pulled in by the powers of Universal Love. It then grew to the outer confines of the very being of that continent and now blossom in our glance, like an exotic plant. Look at its stem, observe its thorns, discover the flower, savour its fragrance, touch its petals, move its leaves. It is an Idea. Afterwards, the bees will make honey; the newly made honey will be poured carefully onto the tables and the children will play6 with and taste it, feeling its density with their fingers. Once again, the flower will dry up, the seed will fall, the earth will receive it anew and once more it will bud or may just vanish. How could an idea become true? Just doing a prototype! The seed’s decay does not mean the disappearance of the seed: it is simply an instant in the seed’s return to its origin. If an idea starts to wither away, rest assured that will not disappear. It ends up in the Universal Memory from whence it came.


Thank God, it makes no difference if you do accept the Idea or not. Does a seed ever worry about being planted? The Sower sows the seed. The seed germinates and buds. However, the Great Seed remains there, dry and hard, like a plum pit; it is not the one that suffers from stagnancy. It is the sower that is still a child. The sower must mature and become a Sower. At that moment, the Seed will be contemplated and kept forever. Nobody will ever sow it again. In a grain of wheat, in a grain of rice, in a grain of corn, there lies the world and the world is just an Idea. Can you recall what happened to the grains of wheat once found in an Egyptian tomb? After thousand and thousand of years, they were planted and they germinated. A brief step in time. Almost nothing . . . Then, the Idea of Unifying the Whole World, not only a continent will sprout at the right time. The Sown Sower There once was a sower, who always sowed his fields with the seeds from the harvest. But, one day, God, who happened along, took him for one of His seeds and planted him in the field of the world. The sower gestated, awaited and germinated; that is to say, he sprouted toward the center of the Earth and raised his head to the outer world. He was a sown, sprouted, germinated and elevated sower. All that was left for him to do was to grow, to to blossom, to dry up and once again to await the harvest. But never again did God plant him. The Sown Sower had to sow himself in the fields, which before he had sowed without having been sown himself and without ever having sown himself even once. Now, he, a Sown Sower and later to be Self-Sown Sower, was a real Sower : he had been sown and it turned out that he also planted himself to see what it was like to be immolated in one’s own field ; to gestate in the dark, to sprout, first toward the center and then up, outward. It was a pleasant sensation.

After having blossomed, the Sown - Sower, and later to be SelfSown Sower, had no need of any more harvests. He was no longer a sower. He was God himself as well as the harvest, the seed and the planter. Here ends the story of the Sown-Sower, who after having sprouted sowed himself. This parable illustrate the life and deeds of OSHO. As every spiritual leader, he was misinterpreted and blamed. It is time to look at his main Idea of Unification of Thought with attention and clarity of mind. The Seed was sown many years ago.



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