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So I bugged out of work early, and came home- all of my dark chocolate was at work but my cats and my bed were home. I lit some incense and my healing candle and read my book and pet Bolt and drifted off to sleep.
I had fabulous dreams about going to Alton Brown's mansion and him offering to make us a terrific meal after the tour of the mansion, which was all cool and modern and had many pools and fountains. I also dreamed about flying through the air via broom (but by dangling from it by my hands rather than sitting on it) over the moonlit landscape and seeing mountains and cities and seas and clouds all from above, lit up all silver. I awoke feeling much better.
I read an interesting thing in The Magick of Aleister Crowley about the possible origins of our typical concept of the afterlife. It went something like this. In the beginning of the rise of the more patriarchal/agricultural sort of societies (the aeon of Osiris), people started worrying a lot about what happens to you after you croak. They noticed the Sun setting every day, like it was dying, but coming back every morning. They also noticed that when you sleep, which is like dying in a way, it often happens during this time when the Sun is 'dead' so they made a lot of connections there. Reinfocing the whole death-night-sleep connection is the fact that you have these experiences while sleeping where you run into people who are dead and can talk to them and have other fantastic adventures- in other words, dreams. So maybe that is a foreshadowing of what happens when you actually die, and so people developed this theory of an afterlife where you get to be with your dead grandma and whatall. Then all these rituals sprung up to make sure you go to the nice dead grandma place, instead of going to the scary clowns will eat you place, and you have to follow all these rules and be good and not covet your neighbor's antelopes and oh, make sure you're in good with the priests while you're at it. All this is essentially an artifact of apparent sunset, and dream states.
Supposedly, since we now know that the Sun never actually dies, we can realize that neither do we and this can usher in a new era of people taking responsibility for their own shit, and not being held hostage by a fear of dying- the aeon of Horus. Okay, I can see that. I think that there's a lot of people hooked on the 'tell me what to do' crack, though, so hopefully we can struggle off that as a culture as opposed to sticking baby Horus in a locked car and driving it into a lake. I live in hope.
I had fabulous dreams about going to Alton Brown's mansion and him offering to make us a terrific meal after the tour of the mansion, which was all cool and modern and had many pools and fountains. I also dreamed about flying through the air via broom (but by dangling from it by my hands rather than sitting on it) over the moonlit landscape and seeing mountains and cities and seas and clouds all from above, lit up all silver. I awoke feeling much better.
I read an interesting thing in The Magick of Aleister Crowley about the possible origins of our typical concept of the afterlife. It went something like this. In the beginning of the rise of the more patriarchal/agricultural sort of societies (the aeon of Osiris), people started worrying a lot about what happens to you after you croak. They noticed the Sun setting every day, like it was dying, but coming back every morning. They also noticed that when you sleep, which is like dying in a way, it often happens during this time when the Sun is 'dead' so they made a lot of connections there. Reinfocing the whole death-night-sleep connection is the fact that you have these experiences while sleeping where you run into people who are dead and can talk to them and have other fantastic adventures- in other words, dreams. So maybe that is a foreshadowing of what happens when you actually die, and so people developed this theory of an afterlife where you get to be with your dead grandma and whatall. Then all these rituals sprung up to make sure you go to the nice dead grandma place, instead of going to the scary clowns will eat you place, and you have to follow all these rules and be good and not covet your neighbor's antelopes and oh, make sure you're in good with the priests while you're at it. All this is essentially an artifact of apparent sunset, and dream states.
Supposedly, since we now know that the Sun never actually dies, we can realize that neither do we and this can usher in a new era of people taking responsibility for their own shit, and not being held hostage by a fear of dying- the aeon of Horus. Okay, I can see that. I think that there's a lot of people hooked on the 'tell me what to do' crack, though, so hopefully we can struggle off that as a culture as opposed to sticking baby Horus in a locked car and driving it into a lake. I live in hope.
