we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!! we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!
To be able to interact with gods and spirits, or anything of the spiritual, you need to cultivate a bit of, perhaps, child-like wonder and awe for the world.
You need to reorganize your perception of the material world that so everything around you is indwelled with spirit force, and animate consciousness. You did this as a child (it is natural to us!), but then you were taught physiological reasons for animate phenomena.
Those physiological explanations do not discount the spiritual - indeed, they are the RESULT of spiritual animism. Does not the mind, our consciousness, think first before we lift the hand to write or paint or love?
Why should the material world be any different?
Cultivate your wonder and awe. Reorganize your perceptions of the world.
I think about my ancestors all the time. They were people, people who fell in love, people who had pets, people who had a favorite book, people who were passionate about a specific topic, people who went through their own tragedy and suffering. Every single one of them was a person with their own unique life experiences.
And sometimes I think of the really old ones- the ones who spoke languages that are no longer spoken, who lived alongside wildlife that no longer exist, who belonged to cultures that are only known through remnants of pottery. I think of the people who saw the world when it was wilder and more beautiful.
This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual
I like my Chicanos but Mexican Americans have got to stop with the whole “the Southwest is Mexican land”, yes Mexico owned it before the US but it was ALWAYS Native land before Mexico & the US even existed. My peoples, the Tarahumaras, Otomis, Purepechas, Chichimecas, etc ancestral territory was never in the Southwest. It always belonged to the Hopi, O'odham, Pueblo nations and the surrounding people. You have to respect that.
Prisoners in our own homes.
Häxan: Witchcraft Through the Ages, 1922
Nothing like waking up to the sunny chill of November. A blessed All Saints Day.
St. Louis Globe-Democrat, Missouri, October 31, 1918