A bit o' SoM Philosopy in story form..sorta'

Ladies and gentlemen –

Sit back, kick your feet up,
snap open a can of cola,
or boil up a cup of hot tea,
or perhaps the smell of roast coffee beans is more your style…
enjoy the sensations of the body, the manifestations of your desire in the physical moment.

Breath, smell, taste, touch that libation of your choice, the drink of your will
(but carefully now if it’s hot, we will no ill this night)
So experience that drink of choice, that ambrosia you wanted – all because you can. Because you will it, you have it now.
Because you wanted it, you thought about it, you let the thought become action, which ultimately became the drink of your choice which teases your taste buds right now – the perfect example of the body and all that is amazing about the body.
Your drink teases your tongue, your drink is the manifestation of thought, as is your body – so your drink is thought – and here you thought it was just drink.
Spirit, soul, body – Mind, Law, Manifestation

Now, since you’re comfortable – how about a story to go with that drink of will? A story seems like a good addition to this bodily experience – because stories are used to explain, to teach.

There are Just So stories that tell how things came to be, and stories that are just so…well, so so. But our story tonight is over a couple thousand years old…more Just So, than just so so…

Tonight across the countryside it is cold and dark, it’s late and the Christmas lights sparkle, the cars whish past in their busy-ness. But our story begins in a far-off distant time and place where torches lit the nights and the gods and goddesses dined on ambrosia – the nectar of the gods.

Our story begins with a jealous god who was very good at manifesting what he wanted. Zeus was the god of gods, the ruler of Mount Olympus. He was all that one might want in a mythical god – the good and the bad. Zeus had already wrested power from his father and had lovers aplenty but his first love, his first wife, was Metis, goddess of prudence and wisdom.

Now, it was prophesied in this far distant land, by Uranus and Gaea (father sky and mother earth) that should the goddess of prudence and wisdom have a second child, that child would overthrow his father Zeus. To prevent this, Zeus thought and took action; he swallowed his wife Metis. Let us hope he had some effective anti-acids on hand that day, something perhaps a tad stronger than ambrosia.

Well, wouldn’t you know it? Metis happened to be pregnant with Zeus’s first child when she was swallowed whole. Obviously, there would be no second child from this union. However, as you may already be a lover of myth, you know that the gods and the goddesses are immortal – mostly. Metis met her demise it seems, or was, at the very least assimilated into this ruler of gods (and who can argue that a king gets a hefty dose of prudence and wisdom? Perhaps it would be good measure for more modern rulers too?)

Months passed. Mount Olympus aged not a whit. Mortals fought and died and loved and lived. Gods and goddesses schemed and manipulated and managed and medaled with the lives of mortals. More time passed.

Zeus got a bit of a headache. And the headache grew worse; his head pounded and he could hear a voice whisper as if from within. The headache throbbed louder and the pressure grew and the voice whispered all the while. Zeus screamed and paced and clenched his fists. And finally, Zeus commanded his son Hephaestus to take his axe and split Zeus’s skull open to relieve this headache and this pounding. (Please oh gentle reader – don’t spit out your tasty drink here – remember, Zeus is a god and he’ll be just fine, even with a split skull – most likely).

Hephaestus reared back with that giant axe and - CRACK - split his own father’s skull wide open. Lo and behold, what sprang from that fearsome cracked mind? None less that his daughter Athena, fully dressed and armed to the teeth, goddess of the arts, of crafts and of war.

Just look, gentle reader, how quickly thought really does become body!