Initiation part six
This is my body and my blood, partake in it and be one with me. For I am the alpha and the omega, the everlasting life. Ritual regicide, one way to keep personal desires out of kingship. " The king of the south India province of Quilacare, at the completion of the twelfth year of his reign, on a day of solemn festival, had a wooden scaffolding constructed, and spread over with hangings of silk. When he had ritually bathed in a tank, with great ceremonies and to the sound of Music, he then came to the temple, where he did worship to the deity. Thereafter, he mounted the scaffolding and, before the people, took some sharp knives and began to cut off his own nose, and then his ears, and his lips, and all his members, and as much of his flesh he was able. He threw it away and round about, until so much blood was spilled that he began to faint, whereupon he summarily cut his throat." quotes Duarte Barbosa. A parody of this is the whole film Joe and the Volcano where they make Tom Hanks King for the day. But you do not have to throw away your mortal life; just that bottle that mate, home, mask, or harm you do to yourself. It is more on the psychological break up the Shaman endures. But you must kill your old life, this you must do so you may live. Your ego king must be slain so he may rise.
Throughout my life I had a dream that I was on several different journeys in which I had to face a body of water. Ultimately I shied away from them all, because as I looked down into them I had seen thousand of snakes. Until recently Have I learned to swim with the snakes in my dream. I was mistaken to believe it was my mortal life in the dreams they wanted to take, they wanted the same lives Kali wanted. They wanted me to shed my old skin in their fashion. Also the apprehension of the water was there but the snake was only an excuse. In this last year I have been surfing with the snakes in my waking life. I have lost 40 pounds as well going from a 36 to 31 waste.
In this process I had to come to the point I had to give up my home and my friends. They are not the ones I first encountered and loved, but depressed over worked ones who have no time anymore for me or themselves. These friends in time will die and I will move out of state back to Jersey from Ma. But when I return, they will be dead and reborn as new people with new adventures to tell about. By leaving one state you shall enter another. When we return, it is not just us that has changed. True my friends are not going anywhere, but they will have changed where for the time I get back.
For also they would of been friends of the old me. When I return They will be friends of the new me, for the resurrected life will hold only the parts they hold dear in the first place. Some like Thomas will not recognize you, for you call for their death and resurrection. But most will.
So as in the Lion, Witch, and the Wardrobe; Anslan had to die on the stone table. As Frodo was the hero, Gandalf the guide, Sauron the ego; we are left with Sam the self who integrated them into a whole to free the shire from Bandits. Sam was Dorothy returning to Kansas. All the archetypes sunk back quiet into the subconscious to rise again when needed. The once and future king. Arthur is always in our heads for the calling when we need the spirit of the bear to overcome our obstacles in life.
Not only is it the death of our old self but also the place of our journey. Oz is lost forever. But a new one is waiting for our children. But sometimes we can follow them and guide them into their own personal Oz. In Peter Pan Wendy got to old and could not return with Peter. Not to old but she found she could not walk in the same piece of water twice. She successfully returned to her new adult life. Others might seem to have left Oz, but are rudely awaken by Freddy Kruger from time to time. For it only looked like the real world because they have not passed through their own obstacles towards adulthood. As the children in the Narnia tales are transformed by their adventures, the older ones do not ever return. But sometimes like in Sophia's world, the characters from Oz sneak into the real world for a visit. Dorothy had found out that the Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lion looked like Aunty Em's farm hands. She probably found pity for the old lady on the bike too.
The one that is waiting for our children is the Neverending Story, for everyone who reads it comes to a different, but same journey. Each child gets to name the Childlike Empress.
So have you died yet so your children may travel for a little space of time...........
