In the beginning, the Earth was without form, and void.
but the Sun shone upon the sleeping Earth, and deep inside the brittle crust massive forces waited to be unleashed,
the seas parted and great continents were formed,
the continents shifted, mountains arose,
earthquakes spawned massive tidal waves,
volcanoes erupted and spewed forth fiery lava and charged the atmosphere with strange gases.
Into this swirling maelstrom of Fire and Air and Water the first stirrings of Life appeared:
tiny organisms, cells, and amoeba,
clinging to tiny sheltered habitats.
But the seeds of Life grew,
and strengthened,
and spread,
and diversified,
and prospered,
and soon every continent and climate teemed with Life!
and with Life came instinct,
and specialization,
natural selection,
Reptiles, Dinosaurs, and Mammals
and finally there evolved a species known as Man,
and there appeared the first faint glimmers of Intelligence.
The fruits of intelligence were many:
fire, tools, and weapons,
the hunt, farming, and the sharing of food,
the family, the village, and the tribe.
Now it required but one more ingredient:
a great Leader to unite the quarreling tribes to harness the power of the land to build a legacy that would stand the test of time:
a CIVILIZATION!
Sid Meier’s Civilization (1991)
God as an Architect, illustration from The Ancient of Days. William Blake (1794)
in this digital Xanadu let nemo Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree
On this site I wish to explore the wide world of myth, mysticism and magick,
with the goal not to find Truth,
but to tackle the narratives that shape our experience as humans:
to merge past and future into the now;
to be a part of the greater movement that shall tell a new story
I call it temple, because this is a part of my Great Work, the purpose of which is to unveil the sacred nature of the material experience;
to expose the profane for the divine material it is;
to remove the barriers that divide ape from angel;
to tell, in new words, the age olds story that we are all co-creators of reality
through words written by others or battered around by me;
through art, through craft;
always striving to find a balance between
serious and silly,
musings from within and observations of the without
I call it temple, because it reflects the world around it;
a place of Life and Wonder, of sorrow and joy, of intensity and lightness;
where we shall learn to step down out of our ivory tower to once again step into the forest from which we came,
as stewards of the future mandated by love and community;
not as tyrants that seek to rule through force;
and I seal this first calling with the most magickal of phrases;
no abracadabras,
no mote it bes,
no let it be writtens,
no let it be dones,
“because I fucking said so”
The Ancestor from the Wildwood tarot, shamelessly stolen from
https://partingthemists.com/2020/04/30/todays-card-the-ancestor-is-here-to-guide-us/, who might or might not have stolen it themselves. i don’t know.
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