We are surrounded by a wealth of words and wisdom if we look carefully. The book of nature is open to those who would seek it’s wisdom, and many have passed before whose influence still lives in us and through us. This is the heart of tradition, something that’s often lost in the fevered lurch towards progress that our culture has assumed as a normal course.
The darkest days approach, Winter solstice comes on, this year attended by a lunar eclipse, total darkness. There is no better time to remember those who have passed before and those still with us who offer themselves as friends, companions and guides. This is at the heart of the gifts given in this season, do you remember?
There is no progress without a fertile past, a well attuned present. Cycles of nature return to remind us that we are not alone in the walk. Cycles of commerce have weakened this sense, let us look deeper then, past the branding that binds us, into the consequence and care that has been passed down.
“I ask her of her next of kin and loved ones in her care, she gestures all around her then she whispers “everywhere…” – Pandemonium, Killing Joke
Does the earth cry out in suffering? It was through the actions of those who came before that this situation arose. Do we find solutions to overcome the present pain? That too arises from the past, ageless voices calling us to a brighter day. There is no death, only forgetting, so let us not forget.
Expression of wisdom comes from our active hands, courting wisdom comes from respecting the guidance of those who have walked before us setting the markers along the way. Don’t be fooled by the mirror of time, those who lay behind walk before us, this is truth.
We look West to a sinking sun, and while we stare off into the horizon, the sun moves beneath us, and comes up behind. Are you surprised at daybreak? Or have you kept the fire burning in your heart and on the heath as a reminder of this process?
Vista Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem
Visit the interior of the earth, there to discover and rectify the hidden stone. Look to the manifestations of a civilization to mark it’s mind, ours is an outward quest to the physical stars, to the material planets. There is another way, a way inward, seeing the past as the future, our ancestors as those who are ahead, looking past the fall to come, into the redemption and new Eden beyond.
“Oh, how ingenious the centuries of lies, Ezekiel’s chariots streak across the skies, Holy books and history texts forget because we know, souls are recycled in the death and resurrection show.” – Death and Ressurection Show, Killing Joke
Winter washes the earth, the cold wind that whines through barren trees, beseeches us to lay down if we are tired, or to steel ourselves if we are strong. This is the cycle of life, all that ends is merely moving to a new beginning, the dead arise and walk ahead, beckoning with joyful hands to a future we can barely see as the sun grows wane in the West and rises brightly in the East.
So as this year’s Winter solstice approaches, and remember whenever you read this that the solstice is always approaching, let us remember our ancestors, hold in our hearts the flame of renewal, and sail our ships through silent waters, ever forward as we become the past. This is the heart of the permaculture revolution, a sacred return to the cycles of nature wherein we find the true fulfillment of spirit.
Originally posted at openmythsource.com