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Long time Face Book friend, Eva rider, wrote this piece yesterday. I found it deeply moving so feel a need to share. The world today is to my mind, a reflection of Dante’s Inferno. Although not in the sense of after-life atonement, but in the physical realm of every day life that’s being played out before our eyes.

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“Trump is indeed a hot air balloon. He is a spokesperson for the deep racial shadow heretofore hidden in the American psyche. Dante’s Inferno would describe him as The Phlegethon in waiting – a  deep  dark river of blood that may well spill over and from which we have very little power to halt. However, I cannot perceive this rise of evil and violence here and around the globe as a force for the positive any more than what we have already experienced in the rise of Hitler or Mussolini. I perceive that we are seeing is the slow collapse of the Patriarchy in its ugliest and most brutal form. The utter disregard for life in any form, propagated by the lust for greed and power can have no positive outcome. I am haunted by Jung’s words toward the end of his life when he spoke all too clearly to the threat of the devastation to come were consciousness not attained in balancing the tension between the polarities. This transformation would posit humanity into the transcendent third. “The world hangs by a thin thread and that thread is theconsciousness. What happens if something goes wrong with the Psyche?” and “Where there is will to power there is no love, where there is love, there is no will to power”.. (excuse my loose quoting)

We are moving into a realm of insanity. Trump is mad. The world seems to have lost its center. This is one of, if not the most dangerous times in the history of life on the planet.
It is time to wake up from our complacency and realize that the time to create conscious community is now. Our children’s lives, the live of all species and the planet as we have known it in her glorious, fecund wonder will not tolerate our abuses. We are on the brink of  hunger, poverty and war are upon us. Children and all innocent life is being exiled and slaughtered. I see nothing redeeming about the rise of Trump and the other demagogues now rising to power. Narcissism is an apt, but very incomplete diagnosis but Impulse control disorder and rampant Sociopathy is even more terrifying and rarely mentioned.”

 

http://www.citizen-times.com/story/opinion/contributors/2016/09/16/guest-columnists-donald-trump-best-thing-america/90478024/?fb_action_ids=10208990647977275&fb_action_types=og.comments

Giving and Receiving – Value Of Kindness

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“Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There’s magic in that. It’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift. Your sister may be able to see the future, but you yourself can shape it, boy. Do not forget that… there are many kinds of magic, after all.”

~ Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

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The Tale:

Once upon a time it happened—where, then, was it? Yes, where indeed was it not? That is the correct beginning of a fairy tale,  and every myth must end with—”I once saw this; and if what happened in the spiritual world did not succumb to death, if it is not dead, it must still be alive to-day. Every story has a consequence.”

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The story of Psyche goes, she is fated to be married to a horrible monster. By day she lives in luxury in a glorious palace, and by night she shares her bed with an invisible bridegroom. All her wishes are granted as long as she does not seek to uncover her husband’s identity. When Psyche’s sisters come for a visit they are consumed with jealousy and give her bad advice. Their intentions are hateful and destructive. They convince her that her husband is a terrifying beast, that he will eventually consume her and that her only chance to save herself is to kill him.

Giving her an oil lamp and a dagger, they poison her mind against the one who, though invisible, has always been a gentle lover and a generous provider.

Once night comes and with it her unknown spouse, Psyche waits until he is asleep, takes up the oil lamp and the knife to kill him and to her shock finds a beautiful young man there, indeed the god of love himself. When a few drops of burning oil fall onto him, he wakes. As her punishment for doubting him, he flees from her and it is only after undergoing many arduous tasks for Cupid’s mother, Venus, that Psyche can finally redeem herself and be reunited with her husband. What began as a hostile gift from jealous donors ends happily with the gift of redemption and reunion. These are themes that have been repeated down through the centuries to our own times.

However, it is how we receive the gift that makes all the difference. As the tales remind us, we must approach mystery with respect, wait patiently for its gift, and accept with gratitude that which has been given. But we must also never forget to give thanks for our wits, whose sources lies somewhere between the domestic and the divine…

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“All you are unable to give, possesses you.”  ~ Andre Gide

~excerpted from Parabola Magazine. Theme:  Giving & Receiving.