The Sacred Wound

The wound is the place where the light enters you

The sacred wound is a metaphor for the malaise, rage, depression, unhappiness in mankind.  It is the eternal and ever pervasive unrest we all feel when we see, feel the unknown, the silence, discomfort, the unexpected horrors of life.  It is the sudden shock, frise’, when something happens we cannot explain, or when nothing happens, and we cannot explain that.  What is it?  It becomes the disillusion in the moment.  When the work stops, when we have time with ourselves, the worst shock of all is that we are confused, empty, meaningless.  It is painful.  We must get busy again to avoid that horrible thought that we are nothing.  The silence from the world is the wound, the disappointment with the world, but the worst is yet to come, the pain with ourselves, and in ourselves.  We are not perfect.

Both the macrocosm and the microcosm wield the same horror, pain.  We reach for a cigarette, we get a drink, we call a friend, anyone.  We go shopping, a walk…  We have to escape our own skin.  This is a lifelong struggle–to make peace with ourselves, the world.  We enlist in war, possibly kill ourselves, others, rather than face our own emptiness, meaninglessness, the existential question.

But why do we need to “give our life” meaning.  Why can we not accept that this is life–some good, some bad, and move on, because we know some place inside that we are more, we are ‘it’, but how?? we ask…

And then of course many horrendous acts are created out of this need to “give meaning.  Why are we not enough?  Why is the world not enough, and brilliant in its own right?  Where does this “dis-ease” come from?

Our mind plays the games–judging, condemning, validating, forcing our opinions our actions.  All unconsciously escaping from our own person.  Why must we escape from who we are.  Who are we?  What are we?

This site is to explore our humanity, and ourselves, our myths, stories, hopes, wishes.  Each week delving into the great stories, religions, cultures, and how and why we created these worlds.

In our digital and artificial world, I wish to bring attention to the beauty and wisdom created from the Void.  We use these feelings of helplessness and emptiness to create great civilizations.  How and why did this happen?  Might there not be a cautionary tale here for our learning and acceptance of who we are.

This is a psychological healing quest.  How does the macrocosm impact the microcosm and vice versa, and how does culture evolve…for better or for worse…