Tags: mythology

crash landing

canon trauma

It's no surprise to anyone that I prefer my personal fandom to be canon, or that I'm opinionated as hell about things that I've spent a lot of time thinking about. I get emotionally bent over things that don't seem to bother anyone else (the last one being a wallpaper of triumphant Boromir at Osgilliath that used the text of Faramir's "I do not love the bright sword" speech).

When I encounter icon postings based on things with an internal logic of their own, (like tarot) I frequently don't agree with the interpretation, but I'm usually intrigued by the choices. I even get that there are certain cards (death, the lovers) which fool people who aren't readers.

I am boggled, however, when people don't seem to put any thought into matching the concept, just the word (which they don't, by their choice, seem to understand) and a picture. And even more boggled when people squee over them...

So, on my graphics list today, there was an LoTR posting of the Seven Deadly Sins. I get that people have looser interpretations now... but what the hell was behind your decision to label the apparition of Arwen kissing Aragon "LUST"
little brown bird

arrival myths

This juxtaposition of Tarot and Folk Music has me thinking back to a conversation I once had with Robin Williamson. (He was playing at Outta Sights and Jim and I picked him up from the airport.) He was telling me an Amerind story about an ant and a belt of strength, and when I thanked him, I mentioned that I collect creation myths. He paused, I think running through his memory banks for a story for me, and came up blank. I could see it cross his face. He turned to me and said "We [meaning Celts] don't have any, do we!" I had never thought of it that way. I ran through my own memory banks and I laughed and said, "No, we don't. Arrival myths, but no creation myths."

Later, I was thinking about a recurring dream I had as a child of trying to gather up bright points of light out of the night sky into my arms, like nuerons in a net. I decided I would write myself a personal creation myth. After several attempts, I had to admit I was unable to do it. In spite of all the things I look back on as wonderful, I come to the point where I feel I begin as a person, and I find that I don't seem to care about all the years before Jim saved my life and I ran away to be with him in New Jersey. My life comes to a screeching halt - and then begins again. New Jersey.

Have you ever heard the part in The Transformation of Myth Through Time when Joseph Campbell tells the David Suzuki story about reaching Nirvana? The "people" are equated with New Yorkers, all yearning for the light on the far shore, (because no one has told them it is New Jersey.) Then they begin to attain spirituality, and they get to take the ferry. Of course, when they attain real enlightenment they reach New Jersey and some of them begin to yearn for the light on the far shore that they have forgotton is New York.

New Jersey! An Arrival myth.*Sigh* It must be in the blood.