I was shaken this week by this Jack London quotation, though I tend to respond to what he calls “The White Silence” a bit differently. There is fear, yes, and smallness, but also a sense of being part of everything; of being insignificant, but part of the One. Back from a week in San Francisco, as well as at Pantheacon in San Jose – a huge gathering of crazy pagans, a great confluence of Tribe. It was fantastic, and as many magical gatherings do for me, reconnected me to Spirit.
Enjoy.

Live & Learn

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“Nature has many tricks wherewith she convinces man of his infinity, – the ceaseless flow of the tides, the fury of storm, the shock of the earthquake, the long roll of heavens artillery, – but the most tremendous, the most stupefying of all, is the passive phase of the White Silence. All movement ceases, the sky clears, the heavens are as brass; the slightest whisper seems sacrilege, and man becomes timid, affrighted at the sound of his own voice. Sole speck of life journeying across the ghostly wastes of a dead world, he trembles at his audacity, realizes that his is a maggots life, nothing more. Strange thoughts arise unsummoned, and the mystery of all things strives for utterance. And the fear of death, of God, of the universe, comes over him, – the hope of the Resurrection and the life, the yearning for immortality, the vain striving of the…

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