Ephemeral
This is a page from the third version of Technopagan Yearnings. There are some formatting differences. Originally published at www.neowayland.com/C692963707/E20081202145518
Where you live and how it shapes you
Ah yes, another Tuesday. I'll skip the depression talk this week around.
“I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.”
I'll skip that one too, although I have been looking at the magickal ethics of eating meat. Don't hold your breath, that one is a long way from finished. Although I have been having fun with the rites of barbecue in the Southern tradition. They'll tell you it is Texas-style, but we were doing it in Louisiana and Missouri a long time before Texas did it.
Ahem, sorry. Another time.
What I want to talk about this Tuesday is that spot where you live, that window of experience and perception that defines you.
The most disturbing thing about my arrest was when I realized that even though I should have known better, so much of my identity was tied up in things rather than ideas and practices.
When I am thinking about my path, I'm used to being able to reach for a book or my notes or my handy dandy Palm. When I am feeling stressed, my fingers go for my pendant or my belt buckle (if I am wearing pants). There's nothing wrong with that, but that shouldn't be where I live.
Caging a line from Lucas (who caged it himself), "Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter." Humans pride themselves on moving from one frame of reference to another, but the spot where we live should be where ideas meet spirit.
That's the place that the travails of this world can't touch.
That's where we find the spark that is our link to the Divine.
In each of us, that's our constant. It's where I am and who I am and what I am.
"I am."
"I am where I am."
"I am who I am."
"I am what I am."
"I yam what I yam."
And you just thought the Popeye reference was idle free association. Yes it's silly, but I bet you remember it now. A gold star if you can figure out how it really ends.
From the "normal" world, where we live is fleeting, ephemeral, barely touched. But we need to know the path back.
So when we need it, that's where we live.
Posted: Tue - December 2, 2008 at 02:55 PM
