- How the Gods Died
- The Great Forgetting
- Walking with the Divine
“Night with Her Train of Stars,” by Edward Robert Hughes (1)
A few thoughts on who we were and are….
HOW THE GODS DIED
“With the old Deities has it long since come to an end:- and verily, a good joyful Deity-end had they!
“They did not ‘twilight’ themselves to death- that do people fabricate! On the contrary, they- laughed themselves to death once on a time!
“That took place when the ungodliest utterance came from a God himself- the utterance: ‘There is but one God! you shall have no other gods before me!’-
“-An old grim-beard of a God, a jealous one, forgot himself in such wise:-
“And all the gods then laughed, and shook upon their thrones, and exclaimed: “Is it not just divinity that there are gods, but no God?”
“He that has an ear let him hear.-” (2)
Who is this one god, anyway? How dare he take our place in heaven? Do we not co-create with the infinite? How far have we sunk, that we forget the very nature of our being?
THE GREAT FORGETTING
The poet Adrienne Rich wrote a poem with this sentiment in it (to paraphrase): When we were born, we forgot our origins. We could no longer remember what we needed to. There was no hint how to remember that very important information. In this way, we were stripped of our birthright, torn from our mother’s womb, separated from the feminine, and from our very essence. The chorus of the world throbs and throbs … like the whine of tiny flying insects, this sound is meaningless. (3)
Thanks to all that is – the tide has turned! So here we are, on the verge of remembering, on the verge of creating a completely new vision of Earth. Our choices are many.
In “At Delphi,” the poet May Sarton wrote a poem, a portion of which I paraphrase here: We have choices in life. We can choose to be peaceful or to be warlike. Or we may instead choose a balance of these forces. We can choose to be violent; or we can choose to be gentle. We can choose to be disciplanarian, or to be more human and understanding. While we are all listeners, we all stand alone. (4)
So then, why do we listen? To whom? Who are we? Are we all alone? Could it be we are not alone, but we are not, as so commonly is supposed, among other people either? That the good opinion of others, which is held so dear by so many, in the broader perspective counts for naught? Is as worthless as a grain of sand on the vast shore of life? Is this possible?
WALKING WITH THE DIVINE
In “Homeric Gods,” Otto offers a description, which I paraphrase: Ancient Greeks offered us a way of seeing things as Divine. It is they who offered us a chance to envision the Divine, not as something separate from us, not just the rare mystical experience, but as the experience of everyday life, what we perceive, moment by moment, through the senses. (5)
The Divine walks with us in daily life. Every step we take, the Divine takes with us. Everything we see, good or bad, the divine weaves into the fibre of our being. Her intent is single – that the fabric of our lives should bring about our Great Remembering – who we are, who we have always been, why we walk here on Earth, what our life mission is, to whom we are partnered among celestial beings, and the beauty of Her formless form loving us with each breath.
May thy choices be infinite, thy focus cosmically wise, and thy path be lit by the love-filled lamp of instantaneous, certain knowing. Blessed be thy day!
In love and light,
I Am of the Stars
(1) “Night with Her Train of Stars,” by Edward Robert Hughes … from https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Edward_Robert_Hughes_-_Night_with_her_Train_of_Stars_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg … public domain
(2) from “Thus Spoke Zarathustra” by Nietzsche, translated by Thomas Common … from https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Thus_Spake_Zarathustra … public domain
(3) See “Transcendental Etude” in “The Dream of Common Language,” by Adrienne Rich … see https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1121835-the-dream-of-a-common-language-poems-1974-1977
(4) For May Sarton’s poem “At Delphi,” see https://books.google.com/books?id=dRL-AgAAQBAJ&pg=PT329&lpg=PT329&dq=%22Choose+the+river+of+olives%22&source=bl&ots=IJG0E_haGZ&sig=4xy53m0Wcr7NXcyRzZf3yGkU7hw&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjrxt61j4_NAhVCGlIKHWLVDZoQ6AEIHDAA#v=onepage&q=%22Choose%20the%20river%20of%20olives%22&f=false
(5) See “Homeric Gods,” by Otto, p. 11
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