Erika – Chapter 4
January 30, 2011 § 4 Comments
Whoa. I’m an entire week late with this post. My sincere apologies, everyone. In the past 5 days, I was responsible for not one, but two residential moves… immediately followed by a 7-day cruise… which I am presently on… without my laptop… and subject to internet fees of .75/minute. Earlier this evening, I recorded a video reflection on my iPhone, but couldn’t get it uploaded to YouTube. It probably would have cost me a kidney and several pints of blood had I persisted, so following are my typed pixels instead.
Falling down the rabbit hole of rabid world history.
Last week, the burning of books. This week, the burning of bodies. The Church’s persecution and execution of those closest to Nature and Nature’s Way is obscene. Unpardonable. Diabolical. Those luminaries who resisted the stupefying homogenization of their minds are, to me, heros. The essence/etymology of the word “heresy” is “to choose.” A heretic is one who chooses. Had you and I lived during the Middle Ages, we’d all have been burned alive. So I don’t take lightly my right to publicly criticize The Church without being subjected to merciless torture and death. Still, the barbaric, ironic and most ungodly acts it decreed makes my stomach turn and my heart ache. Human history has so many savage parts… so often initiated and powered by religion. Such a twisted and perverse use of institutional power. I choose. I see. Blessed heresy.
Interestingly, Nature insists on balance and will always course-correct humanity’s idiocy. As was the case with the superstitious burning of all those precious cats. What else, but karmic justice, would have Europe lose half of its population to disease-carrying rats. Cleansing consequences for a maladaptive and corrupt species. How do you think we’re doing with learning from our historical mistakes?
Sophia. Divine feminine. Feminine divinity. Both muted by bullying patriarchy. Before the Christian Church, two-leggeds were one with the Earth as Mother/Nourishing Womb. After the Christian Church, man was expelled from the Garden of Eden, and the creation story credits Adam’s rib as the birthplace of humanity. Did you catch that? The complete dismissal of earthy goodness and vaginal/uterine goodness, wiped away in one dogmatic blow. So, in the era of extreme darkness and stupor, I thank:
Aquinas, for laying it all down at Sophia’s feet, and for writing an alchemical interpretation (Aurora Consurgens) of my favorite Biblical book — the very sensuous “Song of Songs”;
Newton, for revering the divine pattern;
Bruno, for being unbreakable and courageously refusing to recant;
Flamel, for being charitable, self-restrained and intellectually curious; and
Bacon, for being a brilliant multidisciplinarian with a boundless mind.
Visionaries see beyond the horizon, and because we live by our own rhythm we are often out-of-step with our peers and contemporaries. It is often a solitary path that chooses us. I am grateful for your company on it.