An Outpouring of the Gods
Riffing on Eternity #1
“See the Material World as an outpouring of the Gods”
This morning as I opened the drapes I saw the sun brilliantly shining and reflecting on the water below, creating a second sun to dazzle my eyes. After days of cloud and rain, this was a welcome greeting.
And as I picked up the notebook the first phrase caught my eye - “the material world as an outpouring of the Gods.”
This is my watchword or my motto for the day. It is a way to rise up from the denseness of the earth and the burial of the soul in the body, and look up to the sun of life and live a new life. The life of the soul.
When I live the life of the soul, surely this is an offering to the gods, all toward the One.
The reflection of the light of the sun creates a shimmering path along the sea, marking a visible way toward a plane of light near the horizon. Beyond is the edge of the island across the bay, where clouds still hover.
I see all this through delightful branches of the evergreen trees of this area of the earth. This place was home to the first peoples here, before we settlers came and called it ours, at their great expense, and sorrow And at the expense also of the meaning and consciousness of the trees. Today I wonder: what is the relationship of the old original gods of place in light of Platonic theurgy?
We can reconcile it all, even if the language of the old gods seems unknown to us.
As we nose forward in our fiberglass canoes, the ovoids on the surface of the water speak their truth. The same ovoids are seen on the surface of the water on the other side of the globe, or at another earlier time, or in the future.
These are only differing in name and form, just as humans are only different in name and form. Yet we are all seeking to do the great work and, to be in touch with our inner purpose, the purpose of the soul.
Just as various beings and groups of people form cities and towns, markets and places of worship, pyramids and sacred temples, ceremonies and festivals, all thinking they are the only ones, yet these are all actions and activities of humanity that have been recurring for centuries, and more. Down through the ages, there is a single form that we are all in touch with.
The Sundance and the Candombley ceremony, the centre pole, the theatre and the altar: respect, learn, synthesize and understand. Anthropological differences are particularizations of being that the “souls” of various peoples have been given to expand upon, to contribute to the whole of this endeavour of creation. All nurtured by the same sun. A universal worship.