This sunday i will attend mass at the Homo Est Deus Lodge and local Ecclesia Gnostica Catholica congregation in Gothenburg.
It will be quite a thing that i have been looking forward to.
Despite having been a Thelemite since decades i havent recieved the Eucharist since 96.
I will look into baptism and Confirmation too.
This is not too far from where i live.
A discovery in a peat marsh in Sweden reveals unknown rituals from the Stone Age. Poles with human heads on them had been planted in a pile of rocks in the peat, which was then a pond.
I recently got told on the web that white people shouldnt complain when their history or culture gets misused or misrepresented because they arent oppressed enough. (????)
The mere fact that the person interprets “Swedish” and “Heathen” as “white” (is that an ethnicity?) kind of proves my point for me.
ScienceDaily (Feb. 25, 2008) — Vivid colors, flowing silk ribbons, and glittering bits of mirrors – the Vikings dressed with considerably more panache than we previously thought. The men were especially vain, and the women dressed provocatively, but with the advent of Christianity, fashions changed, according to Swedish archeologist Annika Larsson.
One thing that bacame even more clear to me as i travelled to my hometown was that a town , or rather, city, has its own magic.
At least to those who come from it.
One thing that hit me as i browsed my favorite clothes shop “Shock”, is that in a city of some relatively significant size and with an urban culture, being cool is something that you do for you.
Here in yokl town i can do my utmost to look ….even acceptably good, but always end up looking like a forest troll.
Clothes look less like cool vintage and more like left over hand me downs and container cases.
Long story short, in Gothenburg you look cool not to impress a girl, not to be the tough guy, not to emulate some favorite artist.
You look cool because you do.
It comes as naturally as the landscape of concrete and trams around you.
You are urban.
Obviously what looks cool or good is subjective but thats just part of the equation.
In a city people are not homgenous. People look different, behave different and not only get away with it, but are considered more interesting than any clone project.
Anyone from from a scruffy beard guy to Barney Stinson can walk the streets feeling like he both belongs and like an anomaly at the same time.
Somehow this uban atmosphere fills me with a kind of magic.
Somehow it makes me someone with a personality, empowers me.
When i flirt, I get cooler.
It is not as much an act of admiration, at least not in one direction, as a form of communication.
I´m not trying to get attention, i already have it.
It is like all the life and slight chaos around me feeds something.
I did finally get to drink beer at an outdoor serving bar….several actually, and the sun WAS shining, even if it was not the tropics.
I weant with one of those few friends who “stick around” regardless and with whom years can pass and it still feels like yesterday when you last did something.
I also weant with my mother for Chinese food, again at an outdoor serving (yeah, i´ve been longing).
My birthday happens to fall on the summer solstice so it was a celebration dual in nature.
Sweden actually celebrates midsummer a day after the solstice (i know,i know) so…..some nice days.
There is no doubt i should move back there.
Or at least a similar place.
I slept at my gandmoms for efficiancy and she has like a myriad photos of me, my relatives (whole extended family) and even exés.
Seeing pictures of oneself going further back than i can remember while celebrating being somewhat older than Stonehenge can mess with your mind.
Seeing the whole family at different ages, through generations back to the early 20´th century and at the same time being in the city where so many things have been experienced gave a feeling almost like being high.
A bit Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
A sudden influx of Chi, Prana, Mana or whatever term you prefer, coupled with a whole lot of Jing and Zhen….or Megin to use a Norse term fitting a feeling of personal power and determination.
With this there was angst and fear. Have i wasted my life? Should i have chosen differently?
The stars of Nuit hammering away at my cerebral cortex refusing me any sleep.
Prisoner of Superstitio
Where i live i am a bit over devout so to speak.
I just dont have much else here.
A critic might argue that i have created make belief friends and meaning in lack of any real ones, and to a part i would be inclined to agree.
On the other hand i was always rather disciplined with spiritual stuff.
One might argue that this is a major role of religion, creating or defining a place, a center, meaning.
Being overly devout was called “Superstitio” by the Romans.
The term includes to much cult acts, fear of the Gods, grovelling and anything else that took away from life rather than added to it.
In an orthoprax religion (such as most pre Christian European religions) there is no real difference or boundry between cult acts like sacrifices and prayers and more mundane things like chopping wood or washing your pits.
Actually there was often not even a term for “religion” as such.
Thus, to follow one of those religions, or rather the modern adaptations of them, one would have to have a life too.
A social , proffesional, love, sex, artistic, physical life.
Spending all the time over an altar was (for most people) not a vitue but the sign of an idiot (there where priestly classes that where exeptions to this rule).
I was once thinking that i seemed more Heathen in rural areas and more Thelemic in urban areas.
I´m not sure if that is true but i felt like there was much more to life when in Gothenburg.
A bit like “applying the customs to something by actually living wouldnt hurt”.
Convictions well ingrained will stay at the back of the head wether constantly contemplated on or not.
…..oh, and one of the guys i found at my grandmoms was me, wondering where the hell i´ve been.
looking at those old pictures even i thought i was cool.
So this is where my Mojo has been!
Divine at Stockholm Water Prize 2007
They actually visited Skillingaryd, the little burg in wich i live.
Best evening here so far (and they hug a lot 😉 ).
I was there dressed in kilt and all.
A magical evening with some real impressions.
Otherwise impressions are rare here exept for the smell of cow dung.
Just read up on Mormonism (i had no idea there where so many versions of it) and as an extension of that just HAD to look up an old girlfriend.
My heart is almost beating out of my chest. She looks EXACTLY the same!!!
Some people never leaves your heart.
*Hm, according to the mirror my eyes have also turned Christopher Lee/Dracula red. Should i take a hint?*