When "Why?" Doesn't Serve...

where are all the magic words?

it's no secret that we live in a society shaped by the masculine.  know that when i say "masculine," i don't mean men, and i'm not thinking in terms of gender, i mean the energies of the masculine polarity - the yang - logic, reason and linear structure.  our language reflects this bias.  think how many words there are for money - cash, coin, dough, bucks, moolah.  how many do we have for love?  for unseen energies, and for those who work with them?


around 1700 years ago, all the gnostic libraries were destroyed by those pushing a dogmatic religious (read: political) agenda.  most of the mystical texts were lost, as were our mystical words and our feminine language.


without words to represent these more enigmatic and esoteric concepts, people stopped believing in them.  we forgot about the magic for which we used to have so many names and words and descriptive symbols.


it's time to bring these concepts back into the mix.  and so, it's time for us to name them.  


let's make up some words, shall we?

word world

"The syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made up of words.  And, if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish."
                   - Terence McKenna


what do you wish to make of it?  what ARE you making of it?


let us examine this example taken from a (sweet, yummy, amazing) friend's Facebook status update:
"disheartened by the nasty non-recyclable aseptic nut milk containers and the volume i was consuming in my daily Dope Ass Smoothie routine, i've taken to making my own."


(and, thank you, dear, sweet friend, for loving your planet and yourself enough to model this inspired action)


AND...how does it feel when we word it like this:
"inspired and excited to lighten the load on my/our beautiful planet, i've taken to making my own nut milk - no containers to (not) recycle, no preservatives around which to pray. yay!"


...ahhhhh, infinitely more uplifting, yes?


again, i ask you: what are you making of it?


love, love, love from Taos...dani

gossip...

I hugged a friend with whom I'd unexpectedly crossed paths, as she said: "I was just talking about you..." and then added, quickly:  "It was all good stuff."

I had no response, as I hadn't assumed anything different.  Why would I assume the worst?  If I'm missing information, and left to imagine the holes filled even and sanded smooth, I assume the best, because it feels the best, and it vibrates the highest, and it's probably even the truth.  Why is it our default to assume the worst of one another, and to defend our third party information sharing with assurances of our good intent, as though to speak well of someone in their absence is an anomaly?

Maybe it has something to do with that third party information sharing habit that is our cultural pastime, which is itself caustic and destructive.  Gossip, hearsay - all that juicy, time-wasting, space-filling nonsense about so many absent others that may or may not be true - is wickedly viral and vicious in its spreading, pollinating lies and opinions passed off as empirical reality, as fact, through filters of individual wounds and issues and perspectives; sullying reputations, tarnishing the field, and eroding trust, community and friendship in its careless passing.

Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.

                                                                            - Eleanor Roosevelt

Let us be great, shall we?  It's time.

declarative sentences are the new black.

etymology...

terrific.
terrify.
hmmmm...