Myths speak to us of our essence and of our origins. Each of us shelters round a campfire of myths, adrift in the infinity of a wilderness that is as frightening as it is full of possibilities. In such a wilderness a myth is not so much a spiritual path as an eternal reminder of what lies within and behind the phenomenal realm of our senses, a place divinely invisible and internal, and yet everywhere present – a force bodied forth in trees and rivers, boulders and clay pans, in the crops and animals that feed us, and in seasons and multitudinous energies of the natural world, which we discover by means of that most ancient of human occupations: wandering.
Humanity’s active participation in the creation and
re-vivification of a mythic consciousness is also an act of wandering –
psychic wandering – that provides modes of becoming, which dramatise and
evoke recognisable and recurring forms of being and transformation.
Such transformations are not necessarily positive or constructive.
Indeed, history is littered with the records of those that exploited
myth for the purposes of base propaganda or worse. Like anything of
genuine power and value, myth can be turned to the selfish needs and
goals of anyone clever enough to tell a good story, or at least the
:”right” story at the “right” time. Even so, the myth that works merely
to serve the narrow power and purpose of political dominance and
manipulation also harbours within itself the seeds of its own
irrelevance, and is likely to be supplanted by a seemingly more relevant
and fashionable myth, just as it supplanted the myth thatcame before
it.
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