For the first time, I am sensing a pox on the land. Mind you not your ordinary lactose intolerant funk. This pasty pale that has settled over the globe appears built of greater sinister quality. My thoughts at first settled around a blame game kind of thing. After all it’s that Holiday time of year. Something about the Yule log, Hanukkah and frenzied Christians insisting that Jesus is the reason just loops people. Dark feelings over take and well you know bring out the anti-depressants and Sigmund Freud. This year though, this year! How do I wrap my words into description? That’s it I think, this year has silence. A strange void has settled upon the populous. A desert has leaked into the fruited fields of spirit; a great unwashed has been scrubbed clean. That I would venture frustrates me, and yes my imaginative readers it might should bug you too.
So what we have here on my part is a bit of theological musings. Kind of a basic eschatology of wit, that will defy most of what, my compadres slumping through this codex of mysticism believe. Many of these wonderful folks will probably hasten to find their old VHS copy of “The Exorcist” to shake their fingers at their blurry screen when Linda twirls and say “aha, aha”. That’s okay. A fair season ago I hypothesized that there are more than enough thinking bigots to each build their own tower of Bable. I just figured I would love them enough to rent them the building tools it takes. Leasing suggestive guidance can be a lucrative business, so I have heard from many a television evangelist. I would be remiss if I didn’t offer a little mortar to all those towers.
Have you seen many lights and decorations going up around you this year? I did a little informal survey in our hamlet, an anecdotal investigation if you will. It had occurred to me that after living in this neighborhood for the past four Holiday seasons, things were looking just somewhat gloomier this year. I spread my sleuthing out to include other neighborhoods. Low and behold, the lightless homes began to flood my imaginary list. The lack of Santa and Rudolph, and the baby Jesus on lawns far and wide was noticeable. The dreariness was unspeakable. Homes seemed desolate and hollow. Indeed it was as if a pestilence had invaded the land.
It occurred to me, as you might already be thinking that this whole rag of mine might have its basis in the meager economic times countless are facing. The modern era of December has usually been linked closely with materialism. Some very spiritual like language has been addressed in accordance to what little Johnnie or Helga received under the Pagan tree. Words like blessed, joy, loved, have all been linked carefully with given and spent and the latest shiniest digital what not. It could be true that finances play a roll here, but I don’t think so. We have history to look to as our guide to disprove that one. Many a homemade gift was given during the World’s great depression from 1930 to 1939. People were living in boxes, and they still found a way to carve a manger set out of a few pieces of lye soap to display. Millions of Jews found a way to celebrate Hanukkah while being marched to the gas chambers during the holocaust. The survival instinct of the human race has always been stronger than having a few gold coins to call your own.
The negated today finds itself at home in the opposite of G-D. There I wrote it. I even gritted my teeth when I put the words down. There had to be something there. What I am about to write is going to illicit howls from many of my brethren. That’s good. You’re alive and not nullified. The reverse of good is not evil. The opposite of salvation is not sin. The conflict of judgment is not compassion. There is no conflict for they are one. True opposition is not when the structure is destroyed to be replaced with another building. When trepidation is replaced with apprehension you still have fear, and therefore you live, your spirit resides. No is not opposite of yes, as any good sales representative will tell you, the cash register will not ring the sale when the prospective client says nothing. We have acquired ground zero my crew, and the enemy of life and the goodness we all seek is nothing. In nothing is where real abandoned of Sheol reside. It is the eye of the soul that has been at long vanquished by our civilization, and we are witness to one another of the emptiness we see. The holiday from nothing has retreated. The Mid Winter Solstice finds itself changing clothes under the stealth gaze of electronic ghost and weapons, for they see only, but they are nothing in the performance of logic, in the death of the living that they seek. Nothing has sought to cleanse the law of something.
This December you should eat candy. This holiday you should sing to your G-D in a minor key. In the night of the twenty-first you should burn incense and dance naked like perhaps the Druids did before the North Sea. You should carve your manger out of pieces of lye soap, and celebrate what a wonderful nativity you see. Hanukkah sweet Hanukkah, it is the Assembly of Yisrael’s time to turn and harvest the tree. It is an end of time it is a beginning of time. While we celebrate, the real eternal will change the laws, and that candy you taste will harmonize your being with a glow in your soul that is something free. – DS – 12/12/2013
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- Hanukkah and Thanksgiving fall on the same day for first time in 125 years (ktvb.com)
- The War On Hanukkah (huffingtonpost.com)
- Yule: The Winter Solstice the Asatru Way (theasatrucommunity.org)
- A Blended Christmas Story (simplicityredesigned.com)
- Christmas and Invictus Sol (lifeondoverbeach.wordpress.com)
- Everything you need to know: December solstice 2013 (earthsky.org)
- Ten Things You Might Not Know About Christmas (planet.infowars.com)