Prodigal Valentine

April 3, 2009 at 1:54 am (my funny valentine, Praxis) ()

For someone long-used to life in a black-and-white world, tonight may have been a good exercise in compromise. Albeit it is a bit of a false dichotomy; after all, I don’t think engaging in active praxis (going through a gnostic rosary) would go over quite so well in person, amongst a group that prides itself on non-ritualistic rituals. Hiding behind a wash of electrons, however, no one can judge others on how they meditate, or even know that they are meditating, or how.

Rituals still give me the heebie-jeebies, which is probably why I’ve never “engaged” in mine the same way twice. Mentally, yes, but physically? Never the same way twice. Men create gods, and I’m not about to set myself up with one that forces me into a “narrow path” where there’s only “one true way”. Been there, done that, really don’t need any more battle scars. Being in thrall to one Demiurge is enough for several lifetimes, thanks.

Still, my experience tonight was interesting, and instructive. Yes, it is a bit pick-and-choosy, but I am still an atheist. It is my own brain only that I am tailoring these practices for. There’s not a thing in the world wrong with that. The several layers of separation also lets me get away with being myself in a way that would otherwise egregiously offend, in person.

Will this be a viable post-modern Valentinian alternative? Or more self-inflicted archonic forces? Time will tell.

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