Reclaiming the cosmic image.

The dancers themselves dance for us all.  They unwind the certainty of our endeavours.  They turn willingly though not naively toward the dark.

Surely, we have individual souls, but, the tribal soul has us.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom…

Even at the summit of Mt. Sinai, there is a Voice in the clouds, in the burning bush, in the tongues of fire.

Love consists in this…

We get glimpses of this other dwelling in our dreams, in our reveries, in our walks in the wintry woods.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

How do we meet the archetype of the wise old man and receive his blessing?

Alignment to an emergent field.

I resolve to reach up, to reach higher, to reach farther. 

The sweet spot…

Deep in our soul we know these monsters exist. The ritual parade and Krampus events touch it and contain it.

Why is it that those with so little offer so much? How is it that the gift giver is honoured more than the gift? When is it that the feast that is not part of your religion or culture is still celebrated with respect for the other? Where is the stranger the guest and something deeper and more eternal is touched regardless of differences and maybe even because of them?

The story told and the story we tell of these times will either transmit the mind virus or offer an essential antidote.

What sacred cows are we prepared to sacrifice on the altars of our development? Personally? Collectively? To what do we bind ourselves? To whom? What flags or banners or colours do we stand under? What do we stand for? What do we see when we comprehend our deepest and highest value? What if this were the god we serve? What if the ultimate task of these times was to know this and find communion with the other? Communion with the Other.

The verb κλαιω (klaio) means to wail. Unlike the more modest and private activity of weeping (δακρυω, dakruo), this verb describes the loudly communicated expression of grief or pain. We are surely in klaios time. There is much to be mourned.

We carve our jack-o-lanterns and light our candles. We visage the monsters we know and costume our fears in carnival attire. Like the gargoyles on the corners of the Gothic cathedrals, we sentry the monsters we know to ward off the monsters we do not know.

We will forget and we will remember…

“I am here seventy-five percent of my own free will, sixty-five percent by compulsion.”