The 10 days of the High Holidays and the days in-between are the 'Days of Awe' in the Jewish calendar.
Here in the Northeastern United States there are many more than ten of those perfect days of glorious, clear weather, transcendent quality of light, like it was on September 11, 2001.
At the end of the Summer of Mystic Love I have finally been expelled from the garden of Phil. His father is putting the property on the real-estate market. I have been attacked and bitten by a neighbor's trained attack dog .I have been banned from coffee houses and residences. In my wake are anxious, angry people.
I have (at least for now) no place to lay my head in Mystic, CT. I am (for now) expelled from the garden of the Mystic.
It's all good.
I don't blame anyone - except mySelf and the demi-urge.
The demi-urge is a Greek Gnostic Myth. He is a fallen God enslaved by lies and delusions who is under the delusion that he is the master, the enslaver, the creator of this world.
No doubt the demi-urge is master of the fallen world of the business-as-usual (b-a-u).
But because the human has a spark of not-busihess-as-usual (n-b-a-u), has a spark of true divinity, has the further, greater possibilities - every human is potentially far greater than the demi-urge.
Greek Gnostics believed the God of the Bible, or at least the Old Testament is the demi-urge. He is the god of the recoiling from the Humans' greater, further existential possibilities. He is the god of heroine, crack, crank, prescription anti-psychotics, tobacco products, and alcoholism. He is the god of the corporate agenda. He is the god of orthodoxy, god of the recoiling from freedom for the illusions of security. He is god of b-a-u.
The demi-urgical resistance is greatest when new, further, greater powers of Human consciousness, experience, freedom, being are about to emerge.
In these Days of Awe the world's financial system, b-a-u teeters. Lies and delusions peel away. And what is said and done in secret is yelled from the roof tops.
And it is time to stand naked, in awe, in to the face of Mystery, in these Days.
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