Myth Emesis

This Black Friday, abandon consumerism.

Feel your feelings. Mourn your losses, including of innocence. Mine the wisdom.

Sit with the shittier aspects of yourself. These, too, are your relatives.

It's high time to transform all kinda myths, Thanksgiving included. 

Some myths are dying whether we want them to or not. And they're dying through us. The gluttony usually glorified in this holiday now leaves a queasy film at the back of the throat.

Take the day off and divest from capitalism by resting and sharing, grieving, and repairing.

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We don't need the hollow comfort-promise in supremacy myths anymore. We can embrace witness instead. Witness, witness, as it all decays.

For the untold historical horrors, reiterating today, like a disease no longer dormant... these thrive in environments of agnosticism: selective perception of crimes... and fundamentalism: the anxiety that we do not know, fueling the aggression to insist on knowing all.

Transcend shame today. And hold space for the shittier aspects of yourself.

How is the shit ever going to become compost if you don't? How is the condition of violence and separation ever going to be integrated, if we insist on the comforting violence of denial and dissociation?

In such shadows, rot festers. Some myths are rotting. Some myths are beyond their peak; are near their deathbed. And are idiotically thrashing for their lives, THROUGH OUR LIVES.

PAUSE TO SEE:

You've been AFFECTED by this past year.
We are each AFFLICTED with the violence, INFLICTED.

🌱 GROW DISAFFECTED.
AND GET GOOD AT GOING BEYOND. 🌱

In the grief, as it drowns you... may a new self be christened for the coming. A new self—that is, a new story, a re-organization—is upon us.

Now make some space to feel it. Clear the channels with your insight and regret, so the light can come through more. And care for yourself spiritually, so that the new self and the healed way of being come through you. 

We must undergo the gut-wrenching labor that is calls for, before we'll get to enjoy the birth of a greater myth through us. 

So reckon, and compost, and rest, rest, radically rest. 

Let the myth stop animating you for a moment. Pause. Step back. And feel Goddess in the gap.

When the greed for excess converts into the near gem, abundance... I believe we'll have plenty and we'll be cared for. This is in our hands to make so. 

May we grow the new myths in our windowsills and in every crack of Earth available. May we come home to a Life that's awakened, transcending identity into pure service and skillfulness.

Only you can claim your role in all this. 

And turn your lot of rot into good compost for our garden. 🖤🖤🖤

Yours in dharma,

C.