Just saw the video yet again... haunting... lilting melodies carried on the breeze that bring tears to the eyes. Melodies? Sacriliege to call them just that... Visions of beauty that rip one out of disillusionment, carrying them away to the ZONE the ultimate destiny of the ones to be truly marked.... the TRIP the aura exuding a mystical power over something above mere senses, somethings connecting at a fundamental level to the mind, unhindered by chains of delusion or impossibility, something pure... transcending reason... transcending life. The essence. The reality. To be there.
I love you Syd Barrett... Gilmour... Waters...
Mary my Mary my Jane my pain! Where art thou when I'm in need!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The Phoenix as a mythological symbol
The phoenix is one of the oldest mythological symbols known to man and also the one most cloaked in reverence. The mention of this mystical bird dates back to the egyptian civilization over 3500 years ago when this was known as Bennu, the Ancient Greeks believed it to have its origins in phoenica and hence they called it the Phoenix, derived froom their word for the flame-red colour that this bird was generally believed to be. There are proofs that the Garuda of Vishnu in Indian mythology as well as the Senmurv in Persian and Feng Huang in Chinese mythology as well as the Zhar-Ptitsa of Russian folklore are all derived from the same general legend of an immortal bird that bursts into flame every 1000 years and returns to life and youth from its ashes. This bird is also said to possess healing powers as well as great knowledge and immense strength. Among contemporary authors, one is familiar with Fawkes; featured in J.K Rowling's Harry Potter series; who shares the common traits of all Phoenixes. Now let us examine the reason for humans, from the dawn of civilization to the modern day, being so intrigued by this particular legend more than any other.
One explaination springs to mind: that of Primal Fears and Desires, i.e, feelings that are part of our general RACE MEMORIES.The first fear is of course the fear of Darkness, which pre-fire cavemen would have experienced. For them, darkness meant certain death if they strayed into it, because of the numerous dangers that lurked namely: losing contact from the tribe, accidents due to lack of visual input, being preyed upon by nocturnal predators and the general human fear of having one sensory input disabled. Hence they would worship and revere anything that drove away the darkness. It has been noted that the Sun and Fire are one of the chief and primary elements worshipped as gods by the early religions. The Phoenix, is a bird of fire, it can transport itself by means of it and can burst into flame; when an attempt to harm it is made; and hence survive. Thus, it can be established that this is the first reason that the Phoenix myth arose.
The second Primal Fear that governs humans is the fear of DEATH and subsequently, the fear of aging. The Phoenix, according to legend, was a bird that did not age, nor die, only preparing a nest of perfume and spices (expensive ingredients in the Ancient World!) before the millenial ritual of burning and consequent resurrection. This trfle too, it can be safely deduced, was introduced as a consequence of the human knowledge that death cannot really be staved off, so they opted; in their mythology; to preserve it in a ceremonial, rather than absolute, form. This may be the second reason that the Phoenix was revered as a religious symbol.
The remaining reasons can be deduced by examining the basic human Secondary Desires, i.e, the fantasies every human being capable of will indulge in and according to his capacity, take steps to fulfill after his Primary Needs are satisfied. Foremost among those is the desire to FLY. Since time immemorial, man has desired to take wing and ascend to the skies in glorious freedom. Before the advent of modern technology, in fact even as late as the 20th century, flying was considered impossible and a foolish fancy. Therefore, it is easy to see how this mythical creature came to be a bird, for men envied the eagle's flight even more than they the lion's strength or the wolf's nose. Hence the Phoenix had to be a bird. It is interesting to note that later, to add strength and more 'humanity' a modification or development of this legend took place and the Sphinx and Gryphon (or Griffin)legends arose, these creatures being part eagle, part lion and part men and immortal and knowledgable to boot! The imaginative miinds of men had begun to take complete scope of their fantasy; with roots in the fear of power; and these later legends came to be regarded as mysterious and powerful creatures to be avoided rather than symbols of worship.
The Phoenix was revered also as the god Apollo's advisor and decorated the banners of many an ancient army. In modern times it has been used as a symbol for peace and by the captains of the armies of the Greek Revolution in modern times. However, despite all that has been uncovered about it, it remains one of the greatest symbols of humanity, for it embodies the one unquenchable, immortal quality we possess: the Human Spirit.
One explaination springs to mind: that of Primal Fears and Desires, i.e, feelings that are part of our general RACE MEMORIES.The first fear is of course the fear of Darkness, which pre-fire cavemen would have experienced. For them, darkness meant certain death if they strayed into it, because of the numerous dangers that lurked namely: losing contact from the tribe, accidents due to lack of visual input, being preyed upon by nocturnal predators and the general human fear of having one sensory input disabled. Hence they would worship and revere anything that drove away the darkness. It has been noted that the Sun and Fire are one of the chief and primary elements worshipped as gods by the early religions. The Phoenix, is a bird of fire, it can transport itself by means of it and can burst into flame; when an attempt to harm it is made; and hence survive. Thus, it can be established that this is the first reason that the Phoenix myth arose.
The second Primal Fear that governs humans is the fear of DEATH and subsequently, the fear of aging. The Phoenix, according to legend, was a bird that did not age, nor die, only preparing a nest of perfume and spices (expensive ingredients in the Ancient World!) before the millenial ritual of burning and consequent resurrection. This trfle too, it can be safely deduced, was introduced as a consequence of the human knowledge that death cannot really be staved off, so they opted; in their mythology; to preserve it in a ceremonial, rather than absolute, form. This may be the second reason that the Phoenix was revered as a religious symbol.
The remaining reasons can be deduced by examining the basic human Secondary Desires, i.e, the fantasies every human being capable of will indulge in and according to his capacity, take steps to fulfill after his Primary Needs are satisfied. Foremost among those is the desire to FLY. Since time immemorial, man has desired to take wing and ascend to the skies in glorious freedom. Before the advent of modern technology, in fact even as late as the 20th century, flying was considered impossible and a foolish fancy. Therefore, it is easy to see how this mythical creature came to be a bird, for men envied the eagle's flight even more than they the lion's strength or the wolf's nose. Hence the Phoenix had to be a bird. It is interesting to note that later, to add strength and more 'humanity' a modification or development of this legend took place and the Sphinx and Gryphon (or Griffin)legends arose, these creatures being part eagle, part lion and part men and immortal and knowledgable to boot! The imaginative miinds of men had begun to take complete scope of their fantasy; with roots in the fear of power; and these later legends came to be regarded as mysterious and powerful creatures to be avoided rather than symbols of worship.
The Phoenix was revered also as the god Apollo's advisor and decorated the banners of many an ancient army. In modern times it has been used as a symbol for peace and by the captains of the armies of the Greek Revolution in modern times. However, despite all that has been uncovered about it, it remains one of the greatest symbols of humanity, for it embodies the one unquenchable, immortal quality we possess: the Human Spirit.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Diary of Mephistopheles- On the regurgitation of thought
Weep at the joy
Of freedom from tears
As you tear out remnants of
Your thought once whole
Despised inside your mind
Watch as their consequences unfold
For everything inside you
Is manifested outside as
You truly love what you know
You shall Not be kept
From possessing what was
Once yours shall now be whole again
And feel it spread to the chaos without
Mirroring inversely that within
And once more from the eternal spring
Shall spring havoc and din
For what was shall be again
And what will be IS
And once that which you left unfettered
Shall return to you and ring...
Of freedom from tears
As you tear out remnants of
Your thought once whole
Despised inside your mind
Watch as their consequences unfold
For everything inside you
Is manifested outside as
You truly love what you know
You shall Not be kept
From possessing what was
Once yours shall now be whole again
And feel it spread to the chaos without
Mirroring inversely that within
And once more from the eternal spring
Shall spring havoc and din
For what was shall be again
And what will be IS
And once that which you left unfettered
Shall return to you and ring...
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Random Reason- Marijuana Fix
I walk in a dusty haze
Where dreams come and wake you from reality
Where slumber is the disturbance
An infinite melody of noise
Beseeches acceptance from reluctant ears
It's lonely out here in the crowd
And indistinct shapes lend company
to my solitude and my pain
I feel burdened by none
Of what matters to ordinary mortals
I soar above desire in a valley
Of air where I see my substance
My soul solidified by my fancies of thought
And dreams take flight
And are brought soaring up by the power
Of conscious thought made free
And unburdened, unchained save by air
Like an eagle I soar
In the deep vales of my own Dark consciousness
And I see my soul of fire
Unstained by flame or by mortality
Once is eternal
An instant spells doom
And the shards of immortality I gather
To save my dying spirit from the finality
And fear lest they pierce
the very thing they were meant to protect
I fly on in hope...
Where dreams come and wake you from reality
Where slumber is the disturbance
An infinite melody of noise
Beseeches acceptance from reluctant ears
It's lonely out here in the crowd
And indistinct shapes lend company
to my solitude and my pain
I feel burdened by none
Of what matters to ordinary mortals
I soar above desire in a valley
Of air where I see my substance
My soul solidified by my fancies of thought
And dreams take flight
And are brought soaring up by the power
Of conscious thought made free
And unburdened, unchained save by air
Like an eagle I soar
In the deep vales of my own Dark consciousness
And I see my soul of fire
Unstained by flame or by mortality
Once is eternal
An instant spells doom
And the shards of immortality I gather
To save my dying spirit from the finality
And fear lest they pierce
the very thing they were meant to protect
I fly on in hope...
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The Triad Rules
The following post was conceived in the midst of the Triad meeting on a gentle winter's day. The Triad is Me, Ak and Suck. We RULE! Love to them both...
The Sunbeams' Sorrow
Sitting in the sunshine
On a winter morning fading
Watching as the leaves fall in rhyme
Yellowed by autumn's jading
Brusquely bitter as the touch of time
The wind blows messages covertly
to ears deafened by its passion
and the words are lost in a mystery
the manner of things worldly in fashion
a burst of faded energy
Sunmbeams brave their way
through the burning touch of cold
and in gentle rhythmic sway
their healing touch unfold
and let Morning guide Day
The sunbeams that are lost
On their way through
the embittered touch of frost
they find sanctuary
in the embrace of moistly glowing clouds that need them most
Some sunbeams are lost forever
And the ways to Earth they cannot find
And in their bittered joy fading never
Their own happiness they bind
And those paths they trace...
Forever and ever and ever...
On a winter morning fading
Watching as the leaves fall in rhyme
Yellowed by autumn's jading
Brusquely bitter as the touch of time
The wind blows messages covertly
to ears deafened by its passion
and the words are lost in a mystery
the manner of things worldly in fashion
a burst of faded energy
Sunmbeams brave their way
through the burning touch of cold
and in gentle rhythmic sway
their healing touch unfold
and let Morning guide Day
The sunbeams that are lost
On their way through
the embittered touch of frost
they find sanctuary
in the embrace of moistly glowing clouds that need them most
Some sunbeams are lost forever
And the ways to Earth they cannot find
And in their bittered joy fading never
Their own happiness they bind
And those paths they trace...
Forever and ever and ever...
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Fog
On a cold january morning
When the fog levels all colours
All is discoloured
All is united in white
And all encompassing indistinction
Where reality entwines itself around
The pillars of ones perceptions
And they are shaken in the act of expansion
Tremors that perhaps only the strong
And the weak can endure
When the fog levels all colours
All is discoloured
All is united in white
And all encompassing indistinction
Where reality entwines itself around
The pillars of ones perceptions
And they are shaken in the act of expansion
Tremors that perhaps only the strong
And the weak can endure
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