"Come to the edge", he said.
They said, "We are afraid".
"Come to the edge", he said.
They came.
He pushed them ...
and they flew.
-Guilluame Apollinaire
"Who we are from conception to death isn't the whole story, our life in the universe isn't the whole story, and the universe itself isn't the whole story...and a day will come when we all of us will have stars at elbow and foot."
-John Moriarty, in an interview with RTE
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the journey to the harp
Imagine the Dagda and Lugh and Ogma journeying across Ireland to find the oak of two blossoms. To regain their sovereignty. The harp. The music of the land.
They had no insurance. There was no store. They could not just make a new one. They had to regain their sovereignty. The music of the land.
High stakes. Life or death.
We are on that same journey.
Journeying through time. Through our souls, we are journeying to recapture the harp, the music of the land from the Fomorians. We are journeying to recapture our sovereignty from ourselves.
High stakes.
Life or death.
Up to you.
Sometimes, in my mind, the gift of voice and word of Ogma are still powerful. Sometimes, he tells me the story:
what art is silence (or the whispering feather of a wing)
Somewhere along the line, somewhere between the advent of agriculture, or by the latest, the Council of Nicaea… somewhere between there and Francis Bacon we lost the plot. Completely and totally lost the plot and got caught up in what might be termed the age of comfort, or the age of industry to produce comfort at the expense of anything.
Lost the plot of our place in nature. Lost the plot of our soul. Lost the plot of species, individual and collective. Lost the plot of cyclical time. Lost the plot of tribe or clan or family. Lost the plot of the wisdom of our race. Lost the plot of our place in the universe.
Lost the plot.
We have been quite good at losing the plot, but then again, we have also had a lot of help from what I am very tempted to call false prophets. Not being a judge however, I will refrain from actually saying it, yet I am very tempted. Make no mistake, the help we received was likely more often than not good intentioned.
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the son of the edge of battle
But for now we are in trouble. We have been raided. We are dead. We find ourselves in the paradoxical moment that is both death and birth.
Do we need a book of the dead?
Do we need a book of the living?
Could the book of the dead also be the book of the living?
This great book could show us the way into life within death, death within life. What wonders await us?
What perils?
Is there such a book? Is there a book of the living and of the dead, or should we leave the dead to the dead and seek a new way of living? A way of living that arises out of the death. Where is the way to move from this terrible moment where we are not dead yet we do not live, where we have perished, and have been birthed? Is there such a book to show us the way out of this terrible moment?