Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The Waste Land

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

  Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
    
The darkness drops again but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


Earlier this year, my wife and I accidentally broke my daughter's brain. See, we live in a first world country, and are fortunately blessed. We have enough wealth to and go see movies occasionally. One film we saw, was Rio. And my daughter was taken with it. . .  Rio the place, and the idea became her paradise. It was all she talked about, it was where she wanted to go. Her dream . . . 

(Sounds like Rihanna doesn't it, maybe Rio is The New Earth)




A week after my daughter's enthrallment with RIO, she tagged along w/ her mother who went to a film that was playing in her art dept. at school. It too was about Rio, but in this case the garbage generated by what in my daughter's mind, was ostensibly, Paradise. The two worlds clashed. . . 

This is the place where I live. The conflict between the glory of our world, and the suffering that we've created, the garbage.

So how do we arrive at a new world?

this world, our wonderful pyramid, is built upon a slow climb to the top, with a broad wide base supporting the few lucky enough to be positioned high in the structure.

This is a system built upon property--a patriarchal ownership society.

Let's stop Waiting and talk Endgame . . .

(we are all going to get old. we are going to fall apart, and we are going to die.)
--It will be beautiful though
suffering is the price of incarnating in material, yet are we as a species adding to the suffering of the life of the world?

we don't have to destroy the world in our search for connection or meaning or to stave off the inevitable.

maybe we should own less, and love more?

Ester Dean, by the way, is not Rihanna, but definitely a "star".


all the connection we need . . .


the mask of god saves (?)

\

. . .


just see what you've done to the church of the american indian


caput mortuum

9 comments:

  1. I've had an obscure Beach Boys outtake stuck in my head for weeks and weeks . . .

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  2. See, 217 and 127 have become the same thing to me--silly. I know what is room 127? Sorry here is a James and Lilly link that may clear this up?
    (sorry it's a package deal):

    start with: 214

    then read: 217

    hopefully that will clear up room 127 a bit . . .

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  3. James is the patron saint of alchemists (potters), presumably because Faith without the Great Work is dead (James 2:17). Nicolas Flamel travelled the Way of St. James when he learned how to create the Philosopher's Stone.

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  4. i read this post when i had a tiny moment of internet access while camping last week, i loved it - it really resonated strongly, and it reminded me of something i read recently that really struck me:
    "The highest vibration is what we call 'decay.' It is really the process of combustion. The very moment the body dies the self-conscious has left it and the subconscious no longer has a central control of it. Each cell proceeds to burn itself up. That process we call 'rotting' or 'decay' is simply combustion." ~ from The Rabbi's Tarot
    the world is burning all around us - signs that we are shifting to a higher vibration?
    (also, i have no proof for you, but i was seeing 217 everywhere this weekend!)

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  5. I noticed that too! Just watched the video :) white rabbits were abounding this weekend too, amazing

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  6. There is a great quote (that I need to find), but what it goes is something like:

    The same fire that creates life--Eros--one day consumes it.

    --I'll find it for proper attribution.

    (some many emails to read these days! can't keep up!!!!)

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