Thursday, December 8, 2022

December 8, 2022


There was a west in ancient days, a place for the west wind and for the raging sea, and the ancients named the sea the Ancient of Days and put him in a blue robe, safely anthropomorphic.

But the Gods of the Earth knew the sea as Leviathan.

There was a east in ancient times; the sun rose there and so, the sun was thought of as immortal by those who should have known better.  But things always seem to rise in the east no matter what we think we can do about it. 

And we really can’t do anything about it except talk and notice and hope and pray: “Yes!  The sun will rise!  Yes, the sun must rise!”

But there is still the west, the Ancient of Days.  And there is still the east, waiting for the sun that will surely rise, not because it must, but because humans need it so much.

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Monday, November 21, 2022

November 21, 2022

 In isolation, we often can see the truth of something that has plagued our minds with doubt and inconsistency. Today, I see young people and older people becoming increasingly isolated.

They stare down at the screens of their smart phones as though hypnotized, irrespective of where they are, or whatever they are doing. They could be sitting on the white sands of a beach, a gorgeous sunset taking place right in front of them, and they can't be bothered to lift their eyes to glance at it.  If they are sitting on that beach with others, the others are, likewise, hypnotized by their glowing screens.

Is this a bad thing?  I really don't know, but I can't say that I disapprove.

 Isaac Asimov argued that we, as a culture, are evolving into a specialized form of human beings known as "Spacers", who prefer living alone on large plantations on other planets, attended by hundreds of robots, but keeping other humans at bay, and unwilling to engage in any human contact except by phone, or computer monitor.

It is possible that we may be seeing, perhaps, the emergence of the spacer in our own time and on our own world. 

For more speculations such as these, please check out my two books; they are both committed to seeing the truth of things that have plagued human minds with doubt & inconsistency.

JLS

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Sunday, October 30, 2022

October 30, 2022

 Greetings Everyone!

The last week of October!

Before ending my series of October postings, it is only fitting to cite Edgar Allan Poe, an autumn person to the roots of his heart & soul. 

In his greatest poem “Ulalume”, Poe describes the October dream-scape that his narrator is journeying through on his way to a mysterious destination.  It is clear that this nightmarish experience is taking place on Halloween night.

The skies they were ashen and sober;

The leaves they were crisped and sere-

The leaves they were withering and sere:

It was night, in the lonesome October

Of my most immemorial year:

It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,

In the misty mid region of Weir:-

It was down by the dark tarn of Auber,

In the ghoul-haunted woodland  of Weir.

The narrator encounters weird visions- including the “specter” of a planet- a ghost planet! – and ends up standing before the tomb of his beloved- the Lady Ulalume.

The narrator has been tricked by the woodland ghouls into a confrontation with Death.   And this is the ultimate Halloween trick or treat!

JLS

Thursday, October 27, 2022

October 27, 2022

 Greetings Everyone!   

Halloween is only a few days away!  H. P. Lovecraft, as much a patron-saint of autumn as Ray Bradbury, writes in his poem “October”:

Mellow-fac’d, with eyes of faery, wistful clad in tinted leaves,

See the brown October tarry by the golden rows of sheaves;

Oak and acorn in his garland, fruit and wineskin in his hands,

Mystic pilgrim from a far land down the road to farther lands.


The “farther lands” referred to in the last line are what Halloween is all about- half-seen sights from the outer distance & half-heard sounds from the outer spheres.

JLS

Thursday, October 20, 2022

October 20, 2022

 
Reverend John Hale of Beverly, in The Crucible, makes the statement: “The Devil is precise; the marks of his Presence are definite as stone.”

But is he, & are they?  I think not. 

The Devil is chaos personified- part & parcel of the Dionysian Great Mother- Female, not Male, Goddess not God –which is why Baphomet has breasts.

What is really precise is to think for yourselves.  To make up your own minds.  To accept yourselves, as deep down, autumn people –thinking autumn thoughts; keeping autumn shrines.

During this Halloween season, some of you will celebrate the Devil, and some will celebrate God.

But God, Goddess, Devil, Demon, come as you are & as only imperfect shadow-puppets.

You, all of you as individuals, are more than the shadow-puppets that you insist on holding in your mind & subjugating yourself to.

So, celebrate that!

JLS