Find a Place, and, knowing the right beginning, look around you.
See, feel the Pattern of Life around you.
Express that Pattern there, just where you've chosen
Greet the dawn, watch transits of each star's zenith point, see how folk come and go, and how the water flows.
Mark the pattern, notice noon, sing when place-moments move you.
Dance, freely as your body moves in it, there, those moments you choose
Regularly, moon-thly, cross quarterly,
To witness the evolution of that Place you chose into that
Place's Temple.
Let a Temple happen where you are.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Last week's visit to Armageddon
Yup, it is a specific place on the globe, Har Meggido (Armageddon).
A remarkable representation of the worst of human behavior.
For thousands of years a fort commanding a critical pass between Cairo and Damascus.
Embattled!! Boy, was this Place embattled.
Har Meggido. Now a sandy mound of the remains of 26 separate layers of dead cities, each dreamed into being, invaded, defeated, destroyed, salted and burned, covered in sand by the next city to be dreamed into being . . . .
Talk about the bad habits of our Ancestors.
No wonder the ancient bible writers thought the Great Battle would happen there. So many other worlds had ended there, regime after regime, orthodoxy after cataclysmic orthodoxy, so many uprisings and downfalls.
And now, a Tell, a mound, ruined foundations packed with the sand of all their fine finishes and the crushed bones of many of their ravaged inhabitants.
You gotta wonder - is our species capable of learning another script?
I mean, is the beginning of the next world really gonna kickoff on the plains of Jezreal at the foot of Meggido, following the bloodthirsty pattern laid down in so many histories, many of them lost forever.
Do folks seriously imagine that there might ever be a "winner" in the silly ancient drama of King of the Mountain?
So, what if we redefined what was supposed to happen on that fateful day at Har Meggido? Wrote an alternative future for the Place-Moment so many fear, and so many times others pine for.
A remarkable representation of the worst of human behavior.
For thousands of years a fort commanding a critical pass between Cairo and Damascus.
Embattled!! Boy, was this Place embattled.
Har Meggido. Now a sandy mound of the remains of 26 separate layers of dead cities, each dreamed into being, invaded, defeated, destroyed, salted and burned, covered in sand by the next city to be dreamed into being . . . .
Talk about the bad habits of our Ancestors.
No wonder the ancient bible writers thought the Great Battle would happen there. So many other worlds had ended there, regime after regime, orthodoxy after cataclysmic orthodoxy, so many uprisings and downfalls.
And now, a Tell, a mound, ruined foundations packed with the sand of all their fine finishes and the crushed bones of many of their ravaged inhabitants.
You gotta wonder - is our species capable of learning another script?
I mean, is the beginning of the next world really gonna kickoff on the plains of Jezreal at the foot of Meggido, following the bloodthirsty pattern laid down in so many histories, many of them lost forever.
Do folks seriously imagine that there might ever be a "winner" in the silly ancient drama of King of the Mountain?
So, what if we redefined what was supposed to happen on that fateful day at Har Meggido? Wrote an alternative future for the Place-Moment so many fear, and so many times others pine for.
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