Image: An Artificial Intelligence artwork programs representation of the "Evermore Poem".
Good morning, it’s Friday in late “sextillia” or, as we’ve come to call it here in BOK, August… the 6 month named by the emperor Augustus.
A short update today as I’ve been enjoying that last push for the record, I actually slowed my pace and have been enjoying my beetle ridden rose bushes as of late.
Rather than a formal update I thought I would just talk today. I’ve been thinking a lot about entering into a deep mediation for the next month or so, to see if I can’t shift the balance of the fates. There have been other times in my life when I’ve done such things…. I seem to be in a very magical state of mind lately. Reality, if there is such a thing, is such a dreadfully illusive bore. Sometimes when I close my eyes I can almost see the fabric of time and space… or at least I sense it around me in the air. I’m sure I’m not the only one seeing such things. I wish it was always so, but there have been months and years when I lost touch with it all… like I forgot… or I was just so deep under the spell that I simply didn’t remember the old ways and hidden unseen things. An august crescent moon approached me yesterday morning… trying to get my attention… it first was softly calling my name in the dark above the roof tops… as I was singing and meditating. I was weary at first and thought I was dreaming or just cracking up…. I was still and then again is spoke…. “Johnathan”…. I opened my eyes and there it was, a beautiful moon hidden in shadow, but a sliver of sun I could see like a crooked smile.
“Johnathan… What's most important, is that you're here. A million times less important is what you do here, when, where and with whom.”
Hmmm… I had to ponder his words a bit. It was a reminder to me… from where it came I do not know. Well, it came from Augustus perhaps.
Life is confusing at times. So much of our life is based on circumstances defined only by what we have experienced or what we think… yet there is so much more. The inconceivable is always possible. But try explaining “Red” to someone who lived their entire life in a blue world, until they saw it with their own eyes… could you be upset with them for declaring there is only blue and no such thing as red. Would they even care and does it even matter? I heard an interesting thing this week… it was discussion about a person holding a flashlight… the discussion was focused on the fact that a flashlight can only see a 100 ft or so…. And that beyond that, you have to walk to see more. In the dark there are endless possibilities and places although if you just spend your days discussing the 100 feet or so that you see, well, the world will always just be blue “so to say”. The premise of the story was a little reminder to myself. A reminder of why diamonds hadder even exists. Hadder certainly is an idea with many unanswered questions… driven by what’s just beyond that 100ft of light. It makes almost no sense to even exist in this time, yet it does. I have no cool ending for this tale and I don’t pretend to have figured anything out, I do however like walking in the dark and I have seen the color red.
I’ll be meditating on this a while, during my midnight tracking sessions with the dead rabbit as my birth moon arrives soon. I hope you can find a little quiet place to close your eyes and imagine what’s beyond your own 100ft, keep walking… there’s a lot more to see. Perhaps we’ll see it together someday.
PS I left my "Evermore" poem under the magic willow tree outside of Remrod, "The Great Hoshendra, the gift giver" and when I returned there was a painting in it's place. Interesting image.
-j
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