the shaman king's saga at the veil's twilight

Woke up today as the sun was lightening the dark thinking about that twilight space. When we pass from one life to the next we use that space to build our next adventure.

I was gifted the last several weeks assisting my Mother design her next life. She built a whole story while shifting in between here and there including name. The timing of her last heart beat equals in gematria the name she chose. She chose the exact moment to move on. If we all could be so lucky to have that much control over our next move. Overcome death's design replacing it with our own choice.

king arthur, horus, hermes, apollo, odin, osiris...

our consciousness is trapped in spirals: repetitive complexes that follow us between generations, inculcated in cultures and dogmas, leaving us in loops, chasing tails of both our lives and our forefathers.

so they say the shaman king rises again and again, stealing fire from the god's to show man their own immortal reflections.

At ragnarok, the twilight of the gods, an old world ends.
a new world steps into the shadow of that empty space.
the end of the gods is the birth of new gods.
these are totems we can define ourselves.

the hood of the spirit is not a mantle reserved for one chosen by fate.
but those who mark their own destiny, and reach for it with their own hands.

the avatars of countless powerful entities have chosen their forms among the humans of earth..
making them not quite human, something more than human.
aspects with the power to reveal the concealed.
they emerge at the twilight of the gods to participate in their own reorganization.
to break the veil, alight the eyes...

port-holes beyond these old patterns

"stealing fire".. nice way of putting it
but is it really stealing. no one owns fire and it goes where it wants

king arthur, horus, hermes, apollo, odin, osiris...

our consciousness is trapped in spirals: repetitive complexes that follow us between generations, inculcated in cultures and dogmas, leaving us in loops, chasing tails of both our lives and our forefathers.

so they say the shaman king rises again and again, stealing fire from the god's to show man their own immortal reflections.

At ragnarok, the twilight of the gods, an old world ends.
a new world steps into the shadow of that empty space.
the end of the gods is the birth of new gods.
these are totems we can define ourselves.

the hood of the spirit is not a mantle reserved for one chosen by fate.
but those who mark their own destiny, and reach for it with their own hands.

the avatars of countless powerful entities have chosen their forms among the humans of earth..
making them not quite human, something more than human.
aspects with the power to reveal the concealed.
they emerge at the twilight of the gods to participate in their own reorganization.
to break the veil, alight the eyes...

port-holes beyond these old patterns

we need shamans

If I speak in the spirit of this time,5 I must say: no one and nothing can justify what I must proclaim to you. Justification is superfluous to me, since I have no choice, but I must. I have learned that in addition to the spirit of this time there is still another spirit at work, namely that which rules the depths of everything contemporary.6 The spirit of this time would like to hear of use and value. I also thought this way, and my humanity still thinks this way. But that other spirit forces me nevertheless to speak, beyond justification, use, and meaning. Filled with human pride and blinded by the presumptuous spirit of the times, I long sought to hold that other spirit away from me. But I did not consider that the spirit of the depths from time immemorial and for all the future possesses a greater power than the spirit of this time, who changes with the generations. The spirit of the depths has subjugated all pride and arrogance to the power of judgment. He took away my belief in science, he robbed me of the joy of explaining and ordering things, and he let devotion

Jung, C. G.. The Red Book: A Reader's Edition (Philemon) (pp. 119-120). W. W. Norton & Company. Kindle Edition.

...and he let devotion what?

It isn't complete.

Like a page missing in a book.

Wisdom lol so many try and sound smart with man made knowledge and names.

It’s a tarp! I say it’s a trap!!!

"He took away my belief in science, he robbed me of the joy of explaining and ordering things, and he let devotion to the ideal of this time die out in me. He forced me down to the last and simplest things.”"

that was gonna drive me nutz lol

I really like that. Break down to true nature, no more bullshit. No more people telling how it is..