August 7th, 2014 - Thursday - Swiftness

August 7th, 2014 - Thursday - Swiftness - Open your mouth and speak. Say what you mean, mean what you say.  Be quick about it. If it's on the tip of your tongue, spit it out. We are on the verge of virtue... something good is right there for the taking... but you have to claim it.

And then step through the awful door that awaits: This step looks horrifying. It looks nothing less than the end of all things.

Human mythology is filled with the Death / Rebirth process.  We have to face the truth about how our mind/body works: For something to be born, something almost always has to die first.
  
The caterpillar builds a coffin, enters, with no sure knowledge other than he goes to his grave.  And he's right. That's the damnable part!  He who enters does NOT return.  Yes... a butterfly comes out, but what part of a butterfly resembles the caterpillar who entombed himself?  None.  It's a total transformation.

Out of the vast floodplain of the Nile River comes the God Osiris... who teaches that even GODS must die. 

Gods dying and coming back is nothing new in human history. From Ishtar to the Quetzalcoatle, from Adonis to Horus, from Ishtar to Dionysus, Odin to Chinnamasta... not to mention Jesus Christ himself.

But what about YOU dying?  What part of you needs to swiftly die?  A merciful death?  Yesterday we poked the bear and had a heart to heart with our dark side, our little Bastard.  What did he/she say? What did the little revolutionary want to escape from?

That's the part that needs to swiftly die...

But... what good is such thinking today, on a Thursday, in August, 2014?  Really?  You are at work, reading this, and thinking: Yeah... that sounds good, drop some baggage, free myself, I'll die and become a butterfly...  But how in the hell do I really do that? You look around at your house, your family, your job, your community.  How much of this is beautiful and how much of it is actually holding you back from becoming that butterfly?  After all... the butterfly doesn't come back and visit the caterpillars.  He flies away... never to return.

That's a harsh business.  

Where to start?  My advice?  Ask your little bastard.  The supreme bear poking genius inside of you knows exactly where to start, and he'll tell you... if you ask him.