In the season of Autumn,
what has been most living sets itself afire,
making the air bright with wisdom.
The Thrice Bordered Sphere, where Humanity lives,
… a double-sphered
surface, a narrow place when we think of the infinity of stars. Make
a picture – the idea of a sphere which is able to fill the whole
room in which we are when reading this. Then make another idea of a
sphere, just inside the first, the gap between the two is where we
The surface of the Mother, where if we leave Her close embrace, – rising away from Her core-center, seeking the Father in the moons and planets and stars – we will surely die if we cannot bring air to breathe, water to drink, food to eat, and the good company one always needs when traveling anywhere.
If you go down, into
the roots and caves and hidden lakes – some cold and bright to
taste, other’s burning liquid magma, waiting to engage in the dance
with the surface … if you go down you also must carry something, …
an empty grateful hand – out-reaching – will do.
That is two of three, as in Thrice Bordered Sphere. Where is the third?
In your heart’s mind. Another border, some call the Threshold, others a Gate to Faerie.
Duality and Unity. Father&Mother together make the Son.
Humanity and Divinity. As above, so below, and as below, so above … for the miracle of the One.
Humans make art. When compared to a sunset, or a moonless night, we are still learning … right now we seek a mastery of popular arts, such as movies, hip-hop, jazz, salsa, reggae, and our own dreamtime.
The latest Godzilla movie is art. The base of the tail of that tale is that when we dared to play with elemental fire, we changed the whole world radically. Monsters from the Id. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2BYyeS-fIU&t=4s
As life after the
bomb proceeded, film arts&crafts played with worries, and strange
creatures multiply across three dozen Godzilla movies. That is more
movies than Star Trek and Star Wars combined, with the added result
that they are wonderfully “chessy”,i.e. cheap,
unpleasant, or blatantly inauthentic.
In spite of which, they are enormously popular, with comics and tv shows, toys, and all the rest.
Then comes computer generated images and Hollywood.
of men in seriously goofy rubber suits, knocking down obviously fake
buildings, when get movies stars like Ken Watanabe, Bryan Cranston,
and Matthew Broderick, facing off against Godzillas the size of
skyscrapers. Hollywood is very good at blowing stuff up.
At the same time, the collective back-story changes. In the latest film – Godzilla: King of the Monsters – during a kind of war among different “monsters”, the leading scientist calls them: Titans. The Titans, who were the deities in Greek mythology that preceded the Olympians. They were the children of the primordial deities Uranus (heaven) and Gaea (earth). The Titans included Oceanus, Tethys, Hyperion, Theia, Coeus, Phoebe, Cronus, Rhea, Mnemosyne, Themis, Crius and Iapetus.
central issue, from the beginning of these films, is whether or not
Godzilla is a friend of humanity. He is also characterized as an
“apex predator”. He defeats lesser monsters in battle and has
help: Mothra, a
glorious winged creature, as deadly as is Godzilla
Do Titans still exist, in the sense of Gods and such? Do hurricanes and tornadoes and earthquakes and floods and cyclones – exist? Have we lost our sense of the Being within Everything?
In Godzilla, the King of the Monsters, weather phenomena accompany all battles. The ground shakes, and cities are devastated. Magma is penetrated, and fire is everywhere. The voices of these folk are terrible. They are capable of shooting rays of energy from mouths, and eyes. Talons and teeth rip and tear … nations fighting to control the weather after having blown holes in reality … what do you suppose will be the outcome of that? … do we have the gall to think we are the Apex Predator ruling the world for gain?
What about the Wild inside of humanity? We give names to storms because of their unpredictability. Is it male to want to destroy, and female to want to control?
Godzilla eats the head of the Hydra. The head just grows back, until Godzilla eats the whole thing. Do we need to be our own Godzilla, and steal back our hearts from the monsters of the id living in corporations?
At the edges of the collective imagination, that occupies our own hearts, where is the path? Do we have some good reason to trust “climate change”? Talk about a King of the Monsters. Mother Earth having Her Way with folk, who think of nature as an enemy to be conquered, rather than as a miracle to be adored.