Posts Tagged ‘religion’
the healing wounds of the morrigan

Lately, I’ve been thinking of the boldness of it all, and I have a sneaking suspicion that the Morrigan wanted, desperately wanted Cuchulainn to reject her offer.
I wonder if it would be possible, in this late hour, to redefine the word religion. There are those who would say it is not necessary, that religion is in the proper box, where it belongs and needs no new definition, but I think it does.
Caging them in threats of eternal damnation or salvation, religion has stolen the story of mythology, the story of science, our human freedom. I think we need a new definition of religion that includes the mysticism of mythology and the understanding of science; one that embraces them within the arms of the natural process of becoming. This, rather than painting it as do or die and decorating it with sin and dogma and stiff ceremony, will be my definition of religion divorced from any denomination or dogma.
Or perhaps rather than a new definition of religion, it would be more appropriate to say that we need a better way of describing and engaging the process of maturation from a guided childish religion into a responsible and natural human way of being in the world.
That is where I take issue with the stigmatisms of religion. It doesn’t allow us to grow out of the spoon fed way of being a child religious and in to the spiritual responsibility and obligation of adulthood. Religion may well be in the proper pedantic box, but it is a box that few ever can break out of.
So let us now reject that form of being of religious and open the door to becoming Human.
Lately, I’ve been thinking of the boldness of it all. The boldness of deconstruction. The boldness of the void. The boldness of reconstruction. The boldness of healing of our enemy, religion.
It starts when we are born into this age, into the inherited ways of being, the historically determined meaning of religion.
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the difficulty of sheep
But so that I may reveal
The secret of this island
to you
inquire of me.
-The Woman of the Fortress
Do not be alarmed.
Most of us in the western world today are in trouble even before we are in trouble. We are in trouble because of the greatest secret in our society. The greatest secret for most of us in the western world is simply “who am I?” This secret causes most of the problems we have in our world.
When we are raided, this trouble is in trouble. And that is the trouble.
Put away blissful ignorance.
Put away the safety of religion. Put away petty obsessions and reckless addictions. Forget the hiding places you have sought out and furnished comfortably over the years.
It is time to put away blissful ignorance and come out of hiding.
With no more blissful ignorance, we can no longer act as if we are not in trouble. We can no longer hide. We know we are in trouble.
This, then, is our ordeal.
The beast on this island is turning, revolving. Its skin rotates around its bones. Its bones churn around within its skin.
Do not be alarmed.
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just outside the door of the otherworld door
Sometimes, being human is too big for religion.
Sometimes, all I want to do is listen to Fionn tell me about the sweetest music of the world.
There has been a lot of ruckus going on lately. A lot of growing and outgrowing. All around me I hear people saying the same thing… I’ve outgrown this or that, I’m in limbo, I don’t get it anymore… To some, both those who say it and those who hear it, this is a cause for dismay, to others amusement. Some, like me, silently nod their heads in empathy.
All I can say is that maybe I’ve outgrown the need to know if I have outgrown anything or even if I have grown at all.
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.



