Good Saturn's Day.
Saturn, despite being known in modern day as the god of time who devoured his children, was primarily a titan of agriculture, harvest, cycles, and liberation. He is the Wheel of the Year personified. He is the wealth of the earth. This cycle of winter will end, and the seeds of spring are being sown. The harvest awaits. The earth, ransacked as it is, will take what it is due.
How long? Not long! How long? Not long! For what you reap, is what you sow!
-"Wake Up", Rage Against the Machine
Saturn, despite being known in modern day as the god of time who devoured his children, was primarily a titan of agriculture, harvest, cycles, and liberation. He is the Wheel of the Year personified. He is the wealth of the earth. This cycle of winter will end, and the seeds of spring are being sown. The harvest awaits. The earth, ransacked as it is, will take what it is due.
How long? Not long! How long? Not long! For what you reap, is what you sow!
-"Wake Up", Rage Against the Machine
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Good Sun's Day.
Rarely will I do two days back to back of thoughts for the day. But today I was thinking about how the ancient Greeks were said to have believed that the voices within the mind were those of the gods.
Are they not?
When we interact with that which is Divine, do we not tap into that which is greatest within us to speak with that which is outside of us? Is the Divine not within our very spirit? The Divine which exists outside of even the collective unconscious is etched into me, into you, into us. Each of us contains a spark of Divinity within ourselves.
Carl Jung believed the gods exist as archetypes within the self and collective unconscious. What is really to differentiate the Cernunnos archetype within me from the Cernunnos without? Where does my consciousness end and the other begin? Is the difference even there at all?
"It's all in your head -- you just have no idea how big your head is."
-Lon Milo DuQuette
Rarely will I do two days back to back of thoughts for the day. But today I was thinking about how the ancient Greeks were said to have believed that the voices within the mind were those of the gods.
Are they not?
When we interact with that which is Divine, do we not tap into that which is greatest within us to speak with that which is outside of us? Is the Divine not within our very spirit? The Divine which exists outside of even the collective unconscious is etched into me, into you, into us. Each of us contains a spark of Divinity within ourselves.
Carl Jung believed the gods exist as archetypes within the self and collective unconscious. What is really to differentiate the Cernunnos archetype within me from the Cernunnos without? Where does my consciousness end and the other begin? Is the difference even there at all?
"It's all in your head -- you just have no idea how big your head is."
-Lon Milo DuQuette
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Good Woden's Day.
Today perhaps more than any day in many months I am feeling the effects of domestication. I cannot think of anytime recently when I felt more like an animal forced into a button down and pants and then required to drive a car through the biomes that I ought to be lounging in. And realizing that this is not just a feeling but the actual reality of the situation just makes it all the more miserable. I am a human creature and I am supposed to be eating, drinking, and foraging in a close-knit local community amongst local fauna and flora. Instead I am forced to work in a capitalist hellscape of a "civilization" and to make money to live.
I'm sure in the morning I will feel better. But it is always there like an itch. Like claws scratching at the back of my skull, always present.
I am desperate to be wild.
Today perhaps more than any day in many months I am feeling the effects of domestication. I cannot think of anytime recently when I felt more like an animal forced into a button down and pants and then required to drive a car through the biomes that I ought to be lounging in. And realizing that this is not just a feeling but the actual reality of the situation just makes it all the more miserable. I am a human creature and I am supposed to be eating, drinking, and foraging in a close-knit local community amongst local fauna and flora. Instead I am forced to work in a capitalist hellscape of a "civilization" and to make money to live.
I'm sure in the morning I will feel better. But it is always there like an itch. Like claws scratching at the back of my skull, always present.
I am desperate to be wild.
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Good Sun's Day.
The sun has shon on the miserable incompetence of those claiming to be in power while those with money panic over the so-called "stock market", which, alongside money, is about as imaginary as imaginary things get. Most of conservative politics seems to center around panicking over things that don't exist and made-up scenarios.
And yet it is the animists who gain their ilk.
Irony.
They call the animists backwards and superstitious for venerating the sun and hills and trees, which are very real, while panicking over imaginary things and attacking the very fabric of their own biosphere, which is sure to kill them in the long run.
The sun has shon on the miserable incompetence of those claiming to be in power while those with money panic over the so-called "stock market", which, alongside money, is about as imaginary as imaginary things get. Most of conservative politics seems to center around panicking over things that don't exist and made-up scenarios.
And yet it is the animists who gain their ilk.
Irony.
They call the animists backwards and superstitious for venerating the sun and hills and trees, which are very real, while panicking over imaginary things and attacking the very fabric of their own biosphere, which is sure to kill them in the long run.
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