A few months ago, I suspended the articles I used to write with certain regularity. Why? The situation in the world was so grave—and remains so—that, in the face of such profound suffering, writing about symbolism, history, cosmogenesis, or Buddhism felt almost like an offense.
From my Masters I learned a few things, and one of them is to denounce Evil wherever it may exist.
"...We denounce with indignation bad systems and organizations, social and religious, and, above all things, cant and hypocrisy; but we abstain from condemning individuals" (H.P. Blavatsky, art. "Is Denunciation a Duty?"]
Today, before the wave of crimes carried out by supposedly democratic regimes—authentic genocides against innocents—we feel impotent, crying out to heaven for the end of this atrocity. But prudence, "holy prudence," makes hypocrites of us; it causes us to turn our faces away, to withdraw our gaze from the horror, as if it were to disappear. For the sake of "not causing offense," we try not to think about it, and to forget the organized genocide. However, the shame is not ours, but rather belongs to those who participate, in one way or another, in maintaining this situation.
Why do I resume writing in this blog? Because my only weapon is the word, and because my Masters maintained that the true revolution—the one that would truly change the world—was the revolution of the Human Being, of his consciousness. So I will continue to write about wisdom, about philosophy, about humanism, because perhaps it may serve someone; and then, little by little, we shall change the world, because we have changed first.
I am not, therefore, going to raise banners—though perhaps at some point I might—nor am I going to engage in political disputes; but I must, by all means, call things by their name. What is happening in the world can only be qualified by two words: GENOCIDE and BARBARISM.
