Last night , Karen, Emma and I drummed for the return of the sun. It’s our Winter Solstice custom, a Shamanic ritual of remembrance and looking to the future.
Well, almost. Last year, through inertia perhaps we didn’t do it. And sure the hours of daylight got longer anyway, but it was a rough year, there was much darkness in our minds.
I think we have to have a more elastic sense of causality in these kind of things. A sense of karma across a continuum of awareness expressed maybe in units of lifetimes, extended in the rebirth of an unaware non-self.
So last night we drummed, around a single candle, instead of our usual fireplace fire, welcoming the four guests, the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, the Spirits of the Place, and the Beings each of us have a special karmic connection to, each of us expressing in rhythm, frequency and volume something as ephemeral as a lifetime, as solid as daylight.
It will be a good year.
Identity does not contradict non self, the third mark of existence in Buddhism. A cyborg ages and changes in both her animal and machine parts. With this impermanence, his identity at some point also changes. Sagging body parts, brain lesions, a repaired knee, a new cell phone, a crashed hard drive, death, rebirth, the list as varied as endless, as beginingless.
Moment to moment, usually, these changes are too small for the cyborg to sense. Or this has been true. Our machine parts are getting more and more sensitive in measuring these changes. Our machine parts are getting more and more refined in categorizing and comparing these changes, of making them Information, of never losing the Information.
What complex of past actions and turbulent emotions have landed us in this realm? At some point does the Cyborg Realm become distinct from the Human Realm? Will the Information Realm become distinct from the Cyborg Realm?
More questions I don’t have anwers for.