As I was out walking the other day, chatting to the stags (see pics), some thoughts jumped into my head, Id like to share. The main sickness in the modern world is one of disenchantment, this affects every aspect of our being, from our physical, mental, emotional and spiritual health, to the ecological destruction of the planet. Because we have worshiped the gods of reason and rationality, we have fallen out of enchantment with the world and life. The landscape is no longer imbued with magic and mystery but rather is cut up into segments that can be named and explained, qualified and quantified and thus bought and sold- it is the same with our own souls. If you feed something with imagination, something natural to every child, you enrich it and it becomes sacred. We do the same with our relationships, we feed them with the imagination of past memories, stories half remembered, half made up, with the imagination of our future hopes and dreams, this feeds our love and desire to preserve them. We need to feed the land in the same way and more importantly the magic and mystery that sits at the heart of life- that cannot be explained and barely even described. Thus to re- enchant it, to make it sacred again. When people first come to shamanic work they always say when interacting with the spirits- but this is just my imagination. This is a conditioned response, where we have been taught to devalue the imagination and over value the rational. The consequence of this on society is that the imagination is only there to serve the rational which results in all our dreams going into technological progress or making things that will bring profit and reward- acts of a reason- able society, which actually have the paradoxical effect of tying us up more and more in knots and feeding an insatiable yearning. The imagination is limitless and is not meant to be fulfilled, it goes against its very nature, yet the rational mind tricks us into thinking that this limitlessness can be created into something definite that will then answer all our deepest yearnings and feelings of unfulfillment. Then it can be replicated and bought and sold. Yet you could study the mathematics of music for a hundred decades and still not be able to write like Mozart or Dylan. This is why I feel we must turn this around, and the rational should be demoted to its rightful place of serving the imagination, should get back down like the hungry dog it is. The imagination might then say to the rational, hey go build me a house, but dont make it too solid as you will dam up your dreams in that way, and remember that tree stump where you used to go and sit and dream as a child and you first tasted the sweet lips of another, that place there is sacred, dont go building anything anywhere need that. Or that stag over there, call me mad, but he told me to say all this... The imagination is what can re enchant life, to make it sacred again, for when the god of reason rules, disenchantment becomes an epidemic which kills magic and when magic dies, so does the world and so do our souls.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 14:59:28 +0000
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