Meditation for July 27th, 2016
The Language of Gods
At one point in history God came down to earth disguised as a burning bush and then a super bright light and talked. It sounds like for about three hundred years God would wander out of the desert, be disappointed with His chosen people, correct the situation and then go back out into the desert.
All the Gods have spoken to a human once or twice. Some Gods have spent a lot of times down on earth hanging out with humans. Some Gods are jealous of mortals while other Gods hate mortals with a deep resentment. Some Gods like to come down and lay with humans and some of the humans get pregnant and have half-gods and messiahs.
Gods and the rest of the divine have a language. This is the same language that exists in creating magic. It is knowing the name of something. This is knowing there real name. You might have been Christened with a name as a baby that you go by for the rest of your life, or you may change your name for one reason or another, but that’s not your real name. Knowing someone’s real name is having power over that person.
Think Rumplestilskin. Think of Yahweh (End of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade). Think The Name of the Wind.
We can’t even pronounce these words. Our tongue, mouth and vocal chords cannot recreate the language of the heavens. These words are sacred. If a human does learn a word, that person becomes divine in nature. That person has power over what ever that person knows the name of.
What we can do that Gods can’t is create the definitions of these words. We can create the perfect definition for each feeling, moment of time and the real definition of what cannot be named.
This is called poetry. This is the closest a person has to speaking with angels. When one sits and writes down words to describe a moment, an emotion, a history, or anything in stanzas, one is sitting at the precipice of being divine as well. When one reads poetry out loud to a group of people, this is channeling the divine’s energy into others.
You will never know my real name, nor do I want to lean it myself, but what you can do is know the poems about me. If you cherish someone and you want that person to be warded away from evil, write a poem about that person. If you wish a moment of time would be infinite, write a poem about that moment.
Telling stories are just mortals staying warm at night. Music is the way we touch our primitive pasts and remember the dances we danced to please the Gods for our crops. Poetry is describing what’s behind the stars. All the mystical sides of religions share poetry from Koans to Psalms.
If you are up late at night and you just scrolled through Facebook and a bunch of blogs and you feel that the whole world is crumbling around you and that the political system is failing you and unjust and that people are killing other people senselessly and you feel alone and betrayed by your own culture because you have a hard time fitting in even if you have all the elements to fit in or not, but you just want to get to sleep because you are going to a job the next day that you are being filled by joy or satisfaction from, but you need to pay your bills and hopefully afford to do the things you love, but work makes you too tired to do; write some poetry. Turn off the computer, don’t get an iPad out, don’t use your phone’s note app, just get a pen and some paper and write. Don’t worry about getting it published. Don’t worry about winning any awards. Don’t worry about anyone else reading it; just write a poem. It’ll save your life.