THE WASTELAND. The poet T.S. Eliot was always one of my favorites. He was a perfect poet, yet an imperfect person, who glimpsed perfection with his far-off vision that lens of wonder that looked into the elasticity of time and came away trying to find words to describe a loss of identity that came from a well dry of spiritual replenishment. Are we here again, as he once was, where our culture filled with a hunger for materialism, novelty, and instant gratification overtakes those who hold the underpinnings of order and stability together?
I shouldn’t frame this as all culture, rather I mean to speak of warrior culture and pop culture, and its adherents to fashion and trends who would rather look chic than live the truest life of ritual; amoral living breeds warrior death by spiritual suicide. Men die inside everyday, yet long for a vanished glory found only in mythology. Eliot was criticized for being an elitist but isn’t that the perspective that is necessary to hold the line to fight against spiritual paralysis?
The above average man struggles to find his place in this world. He communes with others like himself or lives it alone. Who are the light-bearers? The answers to this struggle is never palatable. Self-control, personal responsibility, moral values, and individualism fights against the encroaching mechanical world. I am reminded of the song by the Hunters and Collectors,” Woke up this morning from the strangest dream. I was in the biggest army the world has ever seen. We were marching as one. On the road to the holy grail.”
“Come at me. Do it, on this day, and every other day but know this that you will never destroy me. Come at me everyday but every day I will never fear you. One day God will damn you. I will never fear you. Death I will never fear you.”~Michael Kurcina
Take action. Live deliberately. Live vitally.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16
Will this water heal the Fisher King’s Wasteland? We are fed culture via the dropper of pop culture. Better to drink some before it evaporates. Spiritual regeneration and return to health is possible. “Sibyl, what do you want?” and she says, “I want to die.” We are atoms in the universe. Let us die and be reborn, on this day, into something better. “Living nor dead, and I knew nothing. Looking into the heart of light, the silence.” Everything is beautiful and glorious. Take some time to heal today.
One man’s small life is part of something greater even as he makes his individual journey. You are never alone and your purpose not unknown.
Hunters and Collectors/ Holy Grail
from the strangest dream
I was in the biggest army,
The world has ever seen
We were marching as one,
on the road to the holy grail
Seeking fortune and glory
It’s a short song, but it’s a
Hell of a story, when you
Spend your lifetime trying to get
Your hands on the Holy Grail
We ran into millions, and nobody got paid
Yeah, we razed four corners of the globe,
For the Holy Grail.
They were hiding in the snow
We were so far from home,
So how were we to know,
There’d be nothing left to plunder
When we stumbled on the Holy Grail?
But we were dying like flies
And those big black birds,
they were circling in the sky,
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