Scrying the cafe.

The Truth is a dangling carrot

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americano

atmosphere

happy

things

Gets this in google.

Someone is definitely laughing at me.

Western Sun

If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone

If you break it free and the morning’s come

If you would now your time has come

If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone

And you feel it burn, don’t try to run

And you feel it burn, your time has come

I feel it!

-Prodigy

2005 is almost gone. Spilled past like scotch on the trouser leg.

Does anyone else feel like it passed at the speed of memory. In no time at all I'll be on my deathbed thinking, wow, that was fast.

I wonder if empires feel the same way. What can even an empire do in the face of the joke that is time.

Laugh 'tll it hurts than laugh 'cause it hurts.

I wonder, could the ongoing meme of Apocalypse simply be death. The comet, environmental collapse, the rapture, all externalizations of our internal mythic dreamscape. After all "As Above So Below."

If we internalized death, the same way we have internalized justice or evolution, would it change our attitude to apocalypse? Would accepting ends keeps us from taking everything with us, kicking and screaming?

Bush said god told him to invade Iraq. I wish upon him a visit from Raven.

Certainty and Despair

"Not even the wise can see all ends." -Gandalf

Despair demands certainty. As long as a situation is not certain than there is hope. Hope is born of the unknowable and the unknowable births wonder.

Certainty itself is a kind of giving up. The universe has enough facts in it to support any belief. To pick one belief as certain, true above all others, is to stop trying to perceive.

I revel in my uncertainty. It allows hope and wonder to shine down through the cracks in my belief and keep me ever evolving. Ever in the thrall of wonder.

Always stepping of the cliff, whistling a tune, a dog nipping playfully at my heal.

A Trickster Brings the Light

Raven as Christ

Read this myth from the pacific northwest,Raven Steals the Light.

Does it ring familiar? It is one of the multitude of reflections of the Christ archetype. These also include Dionysus, Horus and many more. In fact you would be hard pressed to find a culture that does not incarnate this achetype somewhere in their mythology.

The Trickster defeats the tyrant.

I ruminate on the fact that the dress of clowns is a reflection of the authoritarian uniform of the day. After all, they do wear a tie, boutonniere, and breasted jackets in most cases.

The image of a clown romping through a stock exchange, or better yet, a currency exchange, makes me smile.

A Retelling of the Birth and Binding of Fenrir.

Fenrir is to Noise as Sanity is to Signal

Fathered of Mischief and birthed by Strife, Fenrir grows to quickly to be contained. He is monstrous however, and will devour reality if not subdued.

Law accepts the burden of his care, but it soon becomes clear that the wolf is uncontrollable and must be bound. Many chains are tried and all of them are sundered.

Wisdom commissions a special chain, a thin chain named Deceiver, and Wisdom challenges Fenrir to break it. Fenrir eyes it suspiciously and agrees on the condition that he be freed if he fail and that someone volunteers to keep a hand in his jaws to bind the promise.

Law volunteers his hand, knowing full well he will loose it. Fenrir struggles against his bonds, but is unable to break them. Wisdom refuses to free him and Fenrir takes the hand of Law.

As he continues to struggle against his bonds, his spittle forms the river Hope.

A Lesson in Anarchy

V Wears the Face of A Clown

The protagonist of Alan Moore's seminal "V for Vendetta" incarnates the quintessential anarchist. V aims to press the big reset button of his totalitarian society. Not only revolving its political and cultural paradigms, but also those of every one of its citizens.

V makes it clear that it is everyone who is responsible for the stasis in which they are mired. He wishes to wake the trickster in all of them.

Through this beautifully crafted narrative Alan Moore reminds us of an uncomfortable truth. That the vast evils perpetrated by our institutions go on because they do not impinge in more than an abstract way on our day to day lives. As soon as they effect us more directly, change happens.

Don't agree? Wait until the gasoline runs out. Then we'll see the tricksters awaken. Then we will see the archetype, of which V is a reflection, take up its staff.

There but for the grace of the jester goes the king.

Rabalasian Mutterings of the Meta-sane

Send in the Trickster

We have relegated our clowns to the nursery and they will have their revenge.

Tricksters dare to uncover that which remains hidden. That which must be suppressed in order to maintain stasis. They revel in change and are defined by it.

Recognizing this, most cultures treat their tricksters with awe and respect. Change after all makes life more difficult.

Growth however, is change. Ignoring our clowns is a symptom of a rampant spiritual stagnation and more and more people are finding the painted countenance filling them with fear. The longer the stagnation, the more the turbulence when the damn finally breaks.

What? This doesn't turn you on?