- Behind every Door is a possibility.
- Behind every Fear is a crutch.
- Behind every Spirit is a desire.
Behind every Choice is a reason.
Five more to face.
Five more to bear.
Five more to suffer.
Yet we must acknowledge that there is Suffering & move on…
Four times ten plus three times two & an extra two…
Illusions upon a stone wall…
I see this.
Yet I Choose to accept their Validity.
I give them Authority over me.
Yet I still have my Will to Power…
Fresh air & grasslands await me.
I will return Home.
I will be where I am meant to be at the moment I am meant to be.
I just need to take that next step…
The Journey never ends. Every new corner simply opens up more possibilities.
“I am the lord of hearts, slaying the heart. I live in right and truth, I exist in it. I am Horus pure of heart within the pure of body. I live in (or “by”) my word, existeth my heart.”
from The Papyrus Of Ani (The Egyptian Book Of The Dead)
I was driving home from work tonight & was amazed by the waning quarter moon that was begining to descend to the horizon. Its sight instilled awe, wonder & a great energization throughout my being.
And then I got to thinking about how long it had been since I had howled at the moon.
Anyone who knows me, knows that my biggest addiction is Music. Even those who only “know of me” are aware of this fact. Music has always been part of my life & I cannot conceive of it not being part of my life. So it should come as no surprise to anyone here that I am today musing upon the glorious frequencies & their connection to metaphysics.
If I may, I’m going to start with a quote from one of my favourite song writers (coincidentally, I am listening to his “Eulogic Album” at the moment – Temple Of The Dog)
words and music – My only tools
lets fall in love with music
the driving force of our living
the only international language
divine glory, the expression
the knees bow the tongue
the lord of lords, the king of kings
words and music – My only tools
from Man Of Golden Words
Mother Love Bone
Music has been an integeral part of our Spiritual & Religious experience from time immemorable. Hymns, chants, &c… are present in just about every Spiritual Path & Religion known to humankind. But why is this? What is it about Music that helps us connect to the greater Spiritual presence? Continue reading
Wonderment is possibly the single most joyous expression of humanity’s attempt at understanding the unknown.
Now that I’ve gotten a little depth out of my mind, let me meditate on this subject for a while. Hopefully I will not stray too far from the topic (as you are probably aware, my mind likes to wa(o)nder).
I Believe many of us remember our childhoods fondly (at least those of us who have what might be considered a “normal” childhood). I know that I do. The Innocence and Wonderment of Childhood is often something many adults wish to recapture. Also the simplicity of a Child’s life, i.e. the minimal responsibility & lack of major stresses which often are characteristics of our earliest years on this plane of existence. Many religions and spiritual paths hold childhood as something sacred & children (in particular) as sacred & important to our spiritual well-being. My own spiritual path follows this line of Belief. The Druids hold Children in awe. They view Children as having a greater ability to connect to the Spiritual (even having the ability to perceive through their senses the Spirit World – much easier then Adults). They are also Individuals we should take time & learn from. To view the world through a Child’s eyes is to essentially reconnect with the sense of Wonderment which helps Individuals connect more strongly with the Spiritual.
At the best of times, a deluge of inconsequential thoughts forced upon it by mundane responsibilities & distracting sensory input clouds the mind. This over-powering absorption of input takes away from the Individual’s ability to focus – especially the ability to focus on what is Truly important in one’s life.
The challenge of focusing is made that much more difficult when one’s body is in the throws of sickness. Whether one is sick from a cold, flu, chronic pain or some other ailment – it is that much harder to concentrate & keep one’s goals in the forefront of one’s mind. As such, when the Individual is sick – especially if she suffers an ongoing condition such as cancer or chronic pain – the Individual must work even harder to stay on her Life’s Path.
The day out on the island was hot & muggy. Time was spent meeting new scouters & sharing our experiences & woodland skills. Meals were shared as were many stories. A good time was had by all & I think we all walked away with new knowledge.
But as the sun began to lower itself in the sky. My companions all left – one boatload at a time. Until I was left alone with my thoughts & my own woodland lore. My first task was to recce a spot to sleep for the night. Upon studying the map of the island that hangs in the cabin, I picked an area on the north shore – near what is referred to as “Skinny Dip Beach” (because Scouts of old would skinny dip at this spot). And so, I set forth along the trail – watching for poison ivy which riddles some spots on the island – seeking out a spot to bed down for the night. Once selecting a spot with a view of the lake, I returned to the cabin & hiked my gear in. Then I setup my camp, enjoying the solitude & the faith I have in my own skill.
The night was still hot – for as I sat next to my small fire I felt as if I was sitting in a sauna. As I ate my supper, I contemplated the beauty & serenity that surrounded me. The sun was setting, as too was the crescent moon. The silver sickle following in the path of the golden disc… a potent image.
The night was quiet. The lake was calm. Peace, paradise & serenity filled me. A perfect moment.
The next morning the weather turned. The winds blew strong from the south & with it came cooler & wetter air. The rain fell, soaking my tent. It wasn’t much fun striking camp – but something you get used to if you’ve ever spent a lot of time outdoors. I made it back to the cabin & began to plan my solo canoe trip back to the mainland. Listening to the weather on the emergency weather radio in the cabin, I watched through the window as the rain slowed & then stopped. A glimmer of sun poked through the clouds for a moment – an omen foretelling me of my only opportunity to cross the lake without rain.
As quick as I could, I loaded up the canoe & paddled for shore. The wind was with me as I left the dock next to the cabin. However, as I rounded the north point of the island – passing my campsite from the night before – I turned into the wind. I made short sprints from island to island – using the granite shores that rise up out of the water as a windbreak. At last, I reached the landing, unloaded my gear – put the canoe in its berth – & returned home.
The adventure, the moment, now in the past.
Tell me about your own adventures – either in the wild or any other journeys of solitude you might have undertaken. What did you learn about the world & about yourself? Please leave me a comment below.
Until next time…
Solitude is often a tool well oiled by years of pensiveness & situation. For those of us who are truly solitary creatures, we value this time dedicated to the self. It is a time to reflect, to listen to one’s heart & to explore new & wonderous possibilities which often open up before Individuals at such times.
Upon the suggestion of my lovely wife, I am undertaking a night of solitary camping on an island not far from where I live. To use my mother’s words: I’m “going to play silly bugger in the bush” for a night. I have been looking forward to this night (Saturday, September 27th) since my wife made the suggestion. And so tomorrow, I will be off into the wild to reconnect with nature, with my own thoughts (without any mundane distractions) & hopefully with something deeper.
It will be a night to remember.
Do you ever have times of solitude? Time to yourself to think, to refocus & reconnect with what is truly important to you? If you do, I’d like to hear about them. Leave me a comment below & tell me about how you use your times of solitude to enrich your life.
Until next time, Blessed Be.
Down the hill from my home, I came across a dead crow lying in the road. I was driving on my way out of town and there it lay – peacefully & undisturbed in its post-mortal slumber. The image is burned into my mind.
I have always felt a special affinity for ravens & crows. The myths & archetypes of my ethnic & cultural backgrounds have always placed these birds in a special category amongst animals. They are intelligent & this prompted my ancestors to associate them with knowledge & wisdom. Indeed, they are symbols of the very quality I seek.
To see one dead, lying upon the concrete roadway of a modern human town, the symbolism & the archetypes spin through my thoughts. One could see this as a representation of our modern life – how humanity has set aside the pursuit for wisdom (the crow) for the pursuit of material & economic progress (the roadway). We find the bird dead upon the concrete, a victim of the very technology our human knowledge has created.
On the other hand, we could dig a little deeper & think about the limits of human Knowledge. At times, the dead bird reminds me of how little we do Know & understand about the world, our place in it & the reason for existence itself. Its passing from this world makes me think of how much there is beyond the mere physical that our collective & our individual Knowledge has yet to discover.
Maybe our modern pursuit of progress can be turned into something worthwhile for all of humanity. Maybe we could pour our collective creativity, wonder & urge to explain things into figuring out what is truly important. Maybe we can concentrate more on what makes us happy & what makes our lives feel fulfilled & concentrate a little less on material wants & all those things society tells us we need.
I know this is very idealistic. Yet, when we think about how little we know about ourselves, about the world & about this universe we inhabit – it seems abundantly apparent (to me at least) that our priorities as Individuals need to be re-examined so that we do not become like the crow: a missed opportunity for knowledge found dead on a road.
Let me know what you think. What sorts of thoughts fill you from this musing of mine? What archetypes & symbols do you identify with & what do they make you think & feel? Let me know in the comment section below & thank you for reading my musings.