You know the tracks I mean. Those pieces you have but should delete, those songs and instrumentals you go back to when the dark place opens up again and the cold seeps into your skin… It’s the music that opens the darkness wider, until it swallows all light.
The term ‘Atheopagan’ I first learned from this blog: Atheopaganism, but the basis and principles had been growing in me before I realised there could be a name for it. It was just an idea, a notion of loving mythology and ancient cultures, absorbing the lessons they teach. It was knowing the importance of the planet and power of the cosmos, but seeing it from an entirely scientific and physical- as opposed to supernatural– point of view.
I work for a call centre that takes out of hours calls for funeral homes. This involves arranging for the deceased to be collected from homes etc and just taking messages. So many conversations I have during the day with distressed and frankly conned people makes me believe that the funeral industry is one of the biggest wastes of money imaginable.
The ocean of time stretches ahead of us
And we try to create stops on the waves, floating markers
Of our journey into mystery, the void impassable.
The steel-turreted watchtowers rise and we point
Our telescopes across the waves to catch
What may swim to us from eternity.
But the mysterious must stay so. Whales of Truth
Flounder, occasionally, on our shores but under their weight,
Drown in air.
The gulls of thought peck at our consciousness, crying alas.
The Forts are manned by the dumbfounded, too lost
In the emptiness to admit the blankness of their vista.
From land, the sailors and ships of the dead set sail.
The forts, silent, watch the souls glide past, adrift from moorings.