Dear Friend, I am writing to you..
Thus dear Lucio Dalla began one of his beautiful songs, and said it to distract himself a bit, speaking to a good friend who was far away. But by deeply reading the lyrics of that song you realize that “Lucio” which strangely means light or "born at the first light of dawn", a term that comes from the Greek lýkos 'wolf' or with Lykía 'Lycia' or Liceo with the root of leukós 'white, shining', spoke of a particular moment. He said he was preparing and that this moment was important. It was about a new year, a new season. A season that would bring about a transformation. He sang of a time when it will be Christmas three times and every Christ will come down from the cross even the birds will return. He talks about how happy he is and that it's important to laugh and keep hoping. But above all it says the “Lucio” that it is essential that I am there at this moment too. All this to tell you that we have reached the end of an adventurous journey and I hope from the bottom of my heart that you enjoyed this journey and that you too took something truly precious.
Those gems hidden underground must be brought to the surface. They are splendid treasures that mother earth jealously guards. They fell from the sky and now they remain there waiting for someone to come down to visit them. They are buried in the dust of time. And no one has visited him for a long time. They have so much to tell and even after millennia they are eager to shine. You see my friend, an explorer is nothing more than a pilgrim, who travels throughout the earth in search of treasures. Every time he stops in a place, he smells the scents, smells and flavors of that area and memorizes them in his heart to take them with him when he finally returns home. This is the experience of the journey and when he returns he will want to show all his friends what he discovered and he will want to tell the stories and smells he heard and tasted. This is what we ended up doing in this short experience together.
We traveled through many countries, visited dark and magical places, immersed ourselves in a twisted garden made like a labyrinth and we have encountered countless treasures on our way. Treasures to keep in our hearts, because a true friend knows how to preserve the spirit of those who have walked alongside us. You can rely and confide in a friend. Everyone wants good friends, but who is willing to invest in being good? Who dedicates their time and inner wealth to truly get to know someone? On this journey, we understood the value of caretaking. A guardian takes care, protects from danger and provides for needs. It is similar to what a dog or a wolf does for its children and its family, for its master. The dog shows loyalty, and his sense of smell is a unique gift. The dog protects the Master, the wolf protects the family.
My perfume making, my friend, is not accidental. Nothing happens randomly; everything happens for a reason, as the ancients said. My sense of smell is something exceptional, and I don't mean the sense of smell, but the ability to unravel puzzles. If I had to compare myself to an animal, I would definitely be a dog or a pig or maybe a sea monster. It is no coincidence that my Chinese sign is the pig. The pig has an extraordinary sense of smell, similar to that of a dog or a wolf. We have lost the profound meaning of the word 'feel'. You can hear with your ears, listening and understanding. You can smell it with your nose, perceiving odors and fragrances. You can feel it with taste, savoring and enjoying. You can feel it with your body, recognizing cold or heat, but above all you can feel it with your heart. And believe me my friend, your heart makes a lot of noise. That noise that you call passion, ardor, desire for truth and curiosity. That is that sound that can be heard from afar. And it's a real draw. You have to know how to grasp this sound and wait.
You see my friend, we have learned the gift of the fisherman. Which is patience. The fisherman waits silently and prepares the hook with the worms. He places them so that the hook is not noticed and throws the line into the sea. He knows that fish like WORMS and waits. He waits because he knows that sooner or later something will bite his bait. When he finds small fish he throws them back into the sea. He knows they still have to grow and gain experience. But when he sees a big fish coming he gets ready and with a strong pull he pulls the line towards himself. The Fisherman is very similar to the Hunter. But the inexperienced hunter may scare the prey away. He must know how to approach first. He moves stealthily. It stays downwind so as not to be smelled and when it is very close it jumps at the throat of its prey. The fisherman relies on the wire and the line not to break. The hunter relies on his sprinting and speed skills. These are two worlds of becoming a manhunter. The fisherman and the hunter are similar, but one relies on resistance, the other on sprinting. Both try to catch prey and use different means.
The term 'perceive' is associated with the act of grasping something, deriving from the Latin 'percipĕre', which means 'to take' or 'to be able to grasp'. Perceiving symbolizes noticing something vaguely. It represents intuition. While the lion uses his dexterity, the fisherman uses patience as intuition. Keep this in mind, because we are often much more likely to attack than to reflect.
I love to define my “synthesis” journey. I took and put together all the scattered pieces of my friends and my master, and piece by piece I reunited them. If as a child he was a skilled toy breaker, today I can certainly define myself as an assembler of broken things.
I use the word 'master' intentionally, rediscovering its true meaning, which comes from the Latin 'patronus', derived from 'pater', meaning 'father'. The master, therefore, is the 'Great Father'. As did the Egyptian Goddess Isis, divinity of motherhood and magic, who recomposed her husband and brother Osiris, god of death and the afterlife, and then gave birth to Horus, divinity of the Sun.
In my journey through time, studying cultures and civilizations, it led me to understand that there is a Father and a Mother. Loving parents who, without each other, cannot be fully understood. The Great Mother represents our love for this land, its riches and its subsoil. She embodies maternal love for all her children, even the most unusual and different ones. Like those sea creatures that were defined as Monsters but also dwarfs, who are short and small beings. We have hidden the deep meaning behind the word 'darkness'. The shadows are just projections of demons that try to emerge, but a blinding light of our ego repels them. This is why I say on this site, “love your demons to you who enter.” The Daimon, which can be translated as "Demon", is in philosophy a being that is halfway between what is Divine (Light and Shine) and what is human (which belongs to the earth), with the function of intermediating between these two dimensions.
Before we were even born, we were an 'WE'. In the womb, the only word we knew was 'WE'; there was no 'I'. The umbilical cord tied us inextricably to our mother. We were two, but united. A unique bond between mother and child, before the world separated us as distinct individuals.
An inextricable connection that lasts until our life and that of our mother separates. The cutting of that cord became a deep memory, a trauma, a wound and in that moment we evolve from fish to animals. But there are fish that, despite being in water, breathe like air. They are the so-called Cetaceans. Whales, dolphins and orcas. Creatures who, despite breathing air, decided to hide and remain in the water. I imagine how much effort it is for them to have to re-emerge from the bottom every time to be able to breathe. They were called kētos or Cetos by Aristotle which means sea monster. Hearing is the most developed sense because they are able to understand which direction the sound is coming from. This is why the early Christians used fish as their symbol. Fish and fisherman and who one is or the other is unknown.
It is a brief parenthesis to say that when we came to light, we remained in that 'WE', in those waters, in which our parents were an extension of ourselves, like currents. Over time, we began to experience an 'I', comparing ourselves with other 'I's' and gave life in competition. But over time, as we competed, we lost the original meaning of the word 'compete', which comes from the Latin 'cum' (with, together) and 'petere' (to go towards).
We have become 'Olympians', building a world based on strength and justice. The idea of a competitive father devoured us. Competition is based on time and not patience. As in a running race, whoever finishes first wins. The Olympics were precisely this, a race against time. Against that Devouring "I". There's no time!! Dionysius was originally an archaic god of vegetation, linked to the lifeblood that flows in plants, and only later became associated with that of wine. And for a seed it takes time to mature. It requires water, air, earth and the heat of fire.
Dionisio, "hybrid" divinity with a multifaceted male and female nature, animalistic and divine, tragic and comic, Dionysus embodies, in his mystical delirium, the primordial and instinctual spark present in every living being; which also remains in civilized man as his original and irrepressible part, and which can re-emerge and explode violently if repressed and not processed correctly. He was identified in Rome with the god Bacchus (similar to Dionysus), with the Fufluns venerated by the Etruscans and with the Italic divinity Liber Pater, and was nicknamed λύσιος lýsios, "he who loosens" man from the bonds of personal identity to reunite him to universal originality. In the Eleusinian mysteries he was identified with Iacchus.
Closely linked to the origins of theatre. Now you know why my boxes are called Opera and Theatrum.
We began to feed on the tree of good and evil, but this path led us nowhere except to incessant competition. Growing up therefore means going back. It means returning to that primordial ocean. To grow, we must let our 'I' die and return to a 'WE', to a unity. We must return to Mother Earth and dive our roots deep, seeking stability and connection with others. The Father who was previously competition now becomes inner strength, the courage to explore the black earth. We become explorers of the abyss. To do this, we must be hungry for knowledge and transform ourselves into wolves, thirsty for answers and eager to discover our purpose in life. Growing means becoming ravenous, just like the roots of a tree that expand, peer and move underground in search of water and food.
We are hungry and thirsty for knowledge, we want to elevate ourselves. Little Red Riding Hood's wolf must first eat her grandmother and then her meat be shared by the hunter. Just like Christos (the one anointed by the perfume of a woman) who says: you must eat of my body and of my flesh. The same goes for the fabulous Cerberus, dog from Greek mythology, guardian of the entrance to Hades. His task was to guard the access to Hades, to prevent the dead from returning to the earthly world. No one managed to tame him, except Heracles and Orpheus. In ancient times, Cerberus was called the "wolf of the gods", since everything buried seemed to be devoured in a short time. In Genesis we find this passage: 'Benjamin is a predatory wolf, in the morning he eats the prey and in the evening he divides the spoils.' Just as in the ancient texts that are told of Jonah, where he told the sailors to throw him into the sea so that the storm would pass and God sent a whale to save him.
All these fearsome figures, sea monsters, wolves, rabid dogs, ferrymen represent faithful friends who accompany us into the world of the non-living. They are thieves who have eaten the secret, for they descended into hell (Into all that is not known) before us and have emerged to breathe.
This is the real secret kept in the heart of PrismaNero."
I don't know if you will understand the profound meaning of everything I wanted to write to you, but as our dear friend Lucio said, this way I distract myself a bit!.
I wish you much serenity and I hope to hug you one day.