Wednesday, October 31, 2012

This is Samhain.

Oweynagat (Cave of the Cats) at the great mound of Rathcroghah (Roscommon, Ireland) The wild cats tamed by mighty Cuchulain emerged from this Sid. And the Morrigan, raven warrior goddess, emerges from it every Samhain, riding in a chariot pulled by a one-legged chestnut horse.
Stoke the bonfires, and set them ablaze. Slink into the twilight. Bathe in the darkness. Set the Wheel of Life on fire, and dance within its whirling shadows. This is Samhain. Celtic New Year. Halloween. Day of the Dead. There are no borders tonight or tomorrow. The "dead" walk among the "living." The "living" walk among the "dead." Yes.

I have not been a stranger to death in this life. I have held the door open for loved ones who had to go, because their bodies had run out of time, and I have watched those I could not save slip through the cracks in their minds, because their sanity had sprung an irreparable leak.

There is a damn good reason Padma Sambhava spent so many years dwelling in graveyards, meditating, and befriending fierce Dakinis. And it wasn't just to realize the impermanence of "life," or even to realize the illusory nature of "death," it was to immerse himself in the immense power that wells up in the space beyond both veils.

This is Samhain. Celtic New Year. Halloween. Day of the Dead. There are no borders tonight or tomorrow. The "dead" walk among the "living." The "living" walk among the "dead." Stoke the bonfires, and set them ablaze. Slink into the twilight, bathe in the darkness. Set the Wheel of Life on fire, and dance within its whirling shadows. Yes.

-- Richard Power

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Diego Rivera - Day of the Dead (1924)