I watched the record yesterday once again… And started to think about the fairy-tale which was told there… In short, it was something like that…
Long time ago there was a tribe living somewhere in the forest. And there was a clever but strange old man, living seperate from the tribe. People called him Lichen-beard (Ķērpjbārdis). The man was really strange, going around the forest, murmuring some magic spells and drawing some strange signs on the stems of the trees.
One day Lichen-beard came to the chief of the tribe and asked him to give some young man to whom he could pass his knowledge. However, the chief was so busy, self-satisfied and uninterested about the strange offer of a strange man, that the answer was negative. The old man walked away and some time later died…
Then real natural disasters struck the Earth putting the tribe in real despair. Besides, the big floods and heavy rains washed away all the signs from the trees left by a Lichen-beard.
One day the chief of the tribe prayed for the gods to send his tribe some help. And really, some light persons came down from the heaven and told that they would like to help, but they have to talk to the old Lichen-beard. „He’s dead”, replied the chief. So they asked for the person to whom the old man has left his knowledge. „There is no such person”, answered the chief…
And Then the „people” from heaven said that the old „Lichen beard” was the last wise man left, who knew the language of signs and who could translate the great wisdom of life hidden in them….
This was a really short version of the fairy-tale (I’m sorry to the authors about such a sketchy interpretation of it!). But I hope you got the idea…
At first, it was just a fairy-tale, but then… Suddenly I realized that there are so many strange and weird people around us, to whom we just don’t listen, because we somehow don’t accept them. Who knows, what kind of wisdom they carry and what could we learn from them?
And there was a certain man I remembered… He was a tall man with a beard who used to walk in Riga streets with a wooden stick, singing folk songs and shouting patriotic slogans in his thunder-like voice… I used to talk to him. He presented himself as a Ruler of The world (Pasaules Valdnieks). I guess everybody knew him exactly by this name….
Few people knew that this stranger was a simple man named Pēteris Seņkāns, who sometimes made even politicians feel uncomfortable because of his sayings, who talked to anyone he met on the street – no matter poor or rich, a local one or guest… Towards anyone he was open and sincere. Some called him a wise man, some called him sick one, some just listened and answered him with a handshake.
Just at the end of October The Ruler of The World passed away… As a simple man. But contrary to the Lichen-beard, he was not forgotten – Even some newspapers and magazines wrote about his death, internet was full of condolences from different people who just like me – met him some day somewhere on the street… And believe me – I didn’t read a single bad word about this man on internet…
Who knows how many such strangers are still among us and who knows, if we won’t be the same at the end? No matter what happens, but I realized how important is to leave something after you…
I’m still looking for such a thing… Actually, writing a blog is almost like writing some signs on the trees, and the only hope is that someone will read and understand it…
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