Like Carl Jung one day I went crazy. Luckily due to my economic status, and ultimately where that allowed me to live in the city I didnt have to worry about locking myself up in a tower like Carl did with Bollingen, to write. From the space of my departure from sanity, I came close to seeing reality as it was. Black Elk the famous Native American Chief I believe when he step outside of normalcy in a vision question saw circles, many circles and they all were intertwined. Of his vision he said:
Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle. The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves. Our tepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation’s hoop.
Many of us of course are not trained in the ways of the vision quest, are not trained in the ways like many cultures do and continue to do, to systematically leave behind the terrain of the known to explore the unimaginable new worlds. (Even if we could be trained there are many factors which make many of us untrainable I feel) We take many psychoactive drugs recreationally for a trip. For many of us words like love are just a word or a feeling, until we drop acid/take shroom/ mess around with salvio/ and many other psychoactive compounds. I had the pleasure of know many people who did drugs and would tell me about some incredible experiences they had that were frightening, enlightening as well as uplifting. for some like the great mystic Rumi love is the very thing at the core of existence that when experienced dissolves away the world as we know it and our existence to.
different degrees of domination and servitude
are what you know as love, but love is different,
it arrives complete just there like the moon in the window
like the sun
of neither east nor west nor of anyplace
when that sun arrives east and west arrive
desire only that
of which you have no hope, seek only that
of which you have no clue
love is the sea of not-being and there intellect drowns
this is not the Oxus River
or some little creek
this is the shoreless sea;
here swimming ends
always in drowning
The festival then becomes the one opportunity where we get to hide behind a mask in the most obvious way. The word person literally means a mask. Who we think we are and who others think we are is only a covering above what it is we really are. But in a festival in a carnival we can finally for a moment nullify the social contract we sign on condition of our birth. We do crazy things, we are drunken not only by the alcohol but by the freedom of not having to carry the weight of our person by not having to abide by the always shaky rules of the established morality of the time. During the festival we come in a way figuratively face to face with an old friend, excess, the calling card of Dionysius or Bacchus as he was called in ancient Greece and Rome respectively.
If you look historically the festival, the moments of excess, the orgiastic feasting both (carnally and in cuisine) have always been a constant of human history. It is something we share in common with other primates who engage in wanton sexually promiscuous behavior to strengthen community relationships. What does this have to do with anything? Tomorrow is Halloween while the Halloween parade was cancelled in NYC due to the storm, it is something worth reflecting on:
There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world. – Baudrillard
To be continued
MeanWhile you might find this excessively old video informative and funny because of the accents:
Back in the day if I had had more money I would have become a Jungian Psychologist Check it Out: http://www.junginstitute.org/ in NYC