ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
5. 7. 2026
Memories that belong only to you
Three years later, in 1996, I was enlightened on the Olympic Riviera by Zeus himself, because for three weeks I didn't budge from my balcony, where I read cards for practically a whole shift of children. No one called me anything other than Zeusi. I know, I know. The kids didn't want to decline Zeus in Czech grammar, so they didn't—I suppose addressing me as Die felt to them like a memory of their grandmothers' Dia biscuits […]
Three years later, in 1996, I was enlightened on the Olympic Riviera by Zeus himself, because for three weeks I didn't budge from my balcony, where I read cards for practically a whole shift of children. No one called me anything other than Zeusi. I know, I know. The kids didn't want to decline Zeus in Czech grammar, so they didn't—I suppose addressing me as Die felt to them like a memory of their grandmothers' Dia biscuits.
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Ever since a certain age, I sit at the computer and won't go to work until I click through sexy pictures of guys—the older I am, the harder it is to motivate myself to work. And why am I saying this? From a certain point when Rajneesh entered my life, men would fall silent when I entered the room, and it wasn't because I was as beautiful as Sophia Loren, but because my spirituality locked their mouths—and instead of discussing women with me and what they like—such as having big boobs and juicy asses, they minimized the internet window and pretended to talk about work.
If there is one major trap in the spiritual world, it is precisely this feeling that we are purer than our surroundings. And that saint inside us tries in the name of Light and Love to exorcise all the Darkness, until it completely disinfects life.
Fortunately, Rajneesh raised my spiritual vibrations, but at the same time he later brought me back down to earth among people. With Rajneesh, I eventually felt closer to people than ever before—they started sharing everything with me: their secret fantasies, wishes, unusual fates, and also the fact that they don't know how to give their partner a blowjob so he found someone else, and how is it actually done. I remember my first time when I was struggling with it too.
And here I'll make a digression—maybe you'll find it shocking that I share the things I share, but still, believe me, there are things I will not reveal—and those are the things that touch my secret. Openness has never killed anyone, but the loss of a secret has.
So I won't tell you here about my first love, my first kiss, I won't tell you here about my mistakes—however tempting it might seem to write about them. Whether you know everything or not, that doesn't matter. You won't get to know Rajneesh any better through that—and you won't be any closer to Rajneesh.
Not even Tonín.
Remember that when the time comes – that protecting your secret is important. Because there are things, memories, that belong only to you and no one else.
