alwaysinsearchoflight:

The grave receives you with love. Surrender yourself to the Earth. Return what was loaned to you. Give up your pleasure, your pain, your friends, your lovers, your life, your past, what you desire. You will know nothingness, it is the only reality. Don’t be afraid, it’s so easy to give. You’re not alone, you have a grave. It was your first mother. The grave is the door to your rebirth. Now you will surrender the faithful animal you once called your body. Don’t try to keep it, remember, it was a loan. Surrender your legs, your sex, your hair, your brain, your all. You no longer want to possess, possession is the ultimate pain. The earth covers your body, she came to cover you with love, because she is your true flesh. Now you are an open heart, open to receive your true essence your ultimate perfection. Your new body, which is the universe, the work of god. You will be born again, you will be real. you will be your own father, your own mother, your own child, your own perfection. Open your eyes, you are the earth, you are the green, you are the blue, you are the Aleph, you are the essence. Look at the flower, look at the flower, for the first time look at the flowers.

The Alchemist

From the movie The Holy Mountain 

Myth is sacred

ginandjack:

Am I the only one who gets tired of reading reductionist thinking in mythology studies? Yes, lots of myth are etiological in nature, that doesn’t mean that all mythology is some crappy proto-science, and nothing more than a primitive man’s explanation of the universe, that all myth is somehow outdated and irrelevant today. And this crap doesn’t just apply to mythos, we see it over and over again, myth, and dreams, language, sex.

How many times are we told that dreams are just the leakage of the brain shifting in and out of higher and lower states of consciousness creating bizarre sensory input that means absolutely nothing? Or that languages are “flawed”  and that languages need to be reduced to factual information, of purely one dimensional core concepts with as unambigious and simple a structure as possible? As if somehow emotive or flowery language detracts from our ability to communicate rather than enhances our ability to relate to one another? And don’t get me started on sex. Sex is apparently nothing more than a pelvic sneeze, an expulsion of mucus, and the begrudgingly necessary mechanism for spawning with the fun side effect of variable genetic combinations. As if somehow none of these things have implicit effect or value to the psyche, to our physiology and psychology, to our social bonding, or our spiritual selves. Myth is sacred. Dreams can be sacred. Languages, words, diction can be sacred. Sex can be sacred. And I am sick of reading about these things as a form of attrition.

Dionysus was the god of the most blessed ecstasy and the most enraptured love. But he was also the persecuted god, the suffering and dying god, and all whom he loved, all who attended him, had to share his tragic fate.

From “Dionysus: Myth and Cult,” by Walter F. Otto. (via oncebittentwiceborn)

coconutjuicee:

The war you don’t see

To choose to go to war with the army we have is to choose to kill an overwhelming majority of civilians. This is what our army is designed to do. No matter how much the soldiers believe or choose to act otherwise, their machinery and tactics are designed to reduce an enemy’s will to fight, not fight the enemy.

No matter how justified you feel going to war is, how do you justify a war that targets civilians?

This is the essence of terrorism.