The sun is shining bright and warm, every ray a phallus and seed. Holy Sun, holy son, how I love our communion. Oh son of god that dances on the water and makes love to the Mother, oh Sun, I so welcome you.
I've been freezing my ass off in the cold, grey and wet last few weeks while the light of this world seems to be loosing the battle with the prince of darkness as the days grow short and the nights draw long. It seems that the Sun will have three last breaths before he lies still in the sky. I have faith though. Faith that the sun shall be reborn, heralded by three kings that form Orion's belt.
Thirteen-thousand years ago, another cold dark night came to an end, an ice age was over. Now you might think that's a good thing, and yeah it was, but shortly following, as chance or providence would have it, there began a thousand year drought. Long frickin drought, just our luck. Yet lucky we've been, blessed with great intelligence and opposable thumbs. It was long enough to make it habit for many to stay near the rivers in the fertile valleys. Farming became an institution and people began to settle not only themselves, but then the beasts as well.
It took another few thousand years or so before we developed written language. Until then we had to pass the sum total of humanity's knowledge through an oral tradition aided with some pictures, diagrams and buildings. Many of the stories and allogories crafted through milennia are lost to us today yet there remain traces buried by the weight of history.
I've started searching for the origins of zodiacs, but haven't had much luck so far. I'd imagine that having a decent calendar is essential for efficient farming, but I've never been a farmer. Farming is the foundation for our enourmous recent success and survival as a species, not to mention the whole business of civilization development. So I was thinking that zodiacs probably predate written language by a long shot and were representations that helped us to understand and convey some really important and meaningful knowledge that took untold generations to accumulate, so meaningful and important that they are sacred.
So I'm thinking that zodiacs are one of oldest and most elaborate sacred symbols. I have new reverence for zodiacs and I am saddened that it is used in heretical superstitous fashion by many and unnoticed or dismissed by others.
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It's a bit difficult to concentrate, there are many distractions as I use this space-time to jot a few notes. Good thing that I have ample cushion-time under my belt. Meditation can reinforce concentration, or so I think. But what I think may not be true.
So if you're reading this, sorry if it's sloppy and senseless, but you should be used to that if you've read any of my other blogs.
Why 303? Because I don't want a bunch of newbies in a discussion about meditation, only seasoned veterans of meditation. Nor do I want to hear from any "professional" meditators, teachers, preachers, authors about, or others who may have vested interests in the promotion of meditation.
Demystification? Yeah, I'm hoping to discourage or prevent inclusion of metaphysics into a future possible discussion. Maybe secular meditation would be a better description. Whatever...
My big question is, why, why meditate? Yeah, Yeah, I've read studies and summaries of 'em about all the physiological benefits and I'm not really interested in that either. So what am I looking for? I'm looking for the reflections of other seasoned lay-meditators about what makes meditation valuable. I'll start.
We are all familiar with the chattering-monkey-mind. We should all be familiar with learning to avoid giving too much attention to compulsive thought and instead, cultivating a peaceful mind.
Looks like I'm getting derailed...
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