Blog 7 Midsummer New Year of Johns Eve 2012
|Wild Cherry against the Sky.|
Unlike today, when certain Latvian capitalists are suggesting that the retirement age ought not come before one is eighty years old http://www.apollo.lv/portal/news/articles/266330/?comm_page=51 ; in the days when proto-Latvians still lived in the forest and were ruled by the rules of a subsistence economy and worshipped the Light of the Moon Goddess (Mēnesnīca) , up to four months of the year were enjoyed as holy days. Thus, as mentioned in blog 5, the month of May or
The freedom to enjoy time while living on the landscape, so to speak, encouraged the poetic imagination and the creation of gods and goddesses.
This freedom to create does not necessarily mean that a creation of a god or goddess made them ‘real’ in the ordinary sense of the word, but the language that developed around such creative acts became, like the Latvian language, an event for endearment. Latvians may—if they only would—endear equally a stone and any name, thus, akmentiņš (dear stone), Jānīts (dear John). Of course, once one uses a name for long enough, it starts accruing about itself a story. Thus, it is the story that becomes real, while the superstitious ones are the ones whom we today call scientists, he or she who insists that the reality of a stone must be disected for all of its constituent parts.
When one had time enough for time to become infernal (an element into which one could infer all kinds of things), one tested and tasted every root, stem, leaf, berry, blossom, and mushroom. Today, we no longer know, but once upon a time every Latvian knew when to cut and not cut a tree—all in relation to the time of the year and phases of the moon.
When the taboo on sex was broken at the beginning of seventh month of June, John was the first to enjoy a woman or, better, women, who knowing that he was a lover of Ariadne-the White Goddess http://www.comfychair.org/~cmbell/myth/corona_borealis.html or Mēnesnīca, knew his seed was fertile and a child born at the ides of March and sleeping in a cradle made of an ash tree, could (if need be) slay the time-enslaving Ceasar and not be tempted to become one.
As suggested in the previous blog, John was likely sacrificed on a Tau or T tree; and though his death was relieved by giving him a drink of sacred mushroom juice by the high priest, the scraps of his flesh leftover by the crows and ravens made a stink bad enough for the community to build a bonfire about his leftovers, while the gods translated John himself to the Aurora Borealis http://www.comfychair.org/~cmbell/myth/corona_borealis.html .
Of course, by our time (2012), human flesh has been translated into cheese and blood into wine, vodka, or beer. The fact, that Midsummer New Year has become an alcoholic debouch, perhaps the last attempt by infernal man to sabotage scientific man and spit at the poet (for his helplessness to right the injustices of scientific man), suggests that the apocalypse of the community is a reality today and need to be awaited to come tomorrow.
In short, authentic moral authority is in
and most other places today. As the ever inventive Americans sing: “John Brown’s body is amouldering in the grave!”; Latvians may wish to remember that “Halleluiah” rhymes with “Jā-ā-ni! Li-ī-go!” Latvia