We humans are so silly.
We set our clocks and write plans on our calendars. We make appointments and circle dates on the calendar. We schedule our whole lives.
I am in control, we tell ourselves. This is forward momentum.
We are modern people, after all.
YES, we are so modern: above a need for magic.
We have evolved beyond the mythical. We have Reason and Logic and Linearity, now.
But no matter how superior we may feel, no matter how evolved, how modern: wilder truths simmer beneath the placid surface of our tamed lives.
Our calendars: the months are named after deities and rituals. The days after planetary gods, goddesses, godexxes.
Here we are, so small yet so mighty: pretending that time is a linear thing because it helps us feel the hard ground of certainty beneath our feet—each step insisting on the tempting illusion that we can ever know what will happen from one moment to the next.
We allow ourselves to believe time moves forward but deep down we know that’s not true. Time is a cyclical phenomenon, cycling back around on itself, spiraling inward and then outward again. When we casually make our supposedly concrete plans for Wednesday, we unknowingly utter Mercury’s name, invoking and honoring them.
This is how we nourish the gods with our attention and praise, even though we’ve forgotten. We can try to get away from them, to believe we don’t need them, we are better than them, we are Good Atheists who are Rational and Logical and Linear.
But the gods know better.
It is baked into our very language. The cycles are woven into the very tapestry of reality, holding it all together in a complex web.
Our collective minds have forgotten them but like water, our language holds their memory.
The gods are chameleons, now, masquerading within Logic, Reason, and Linearity but never losing the thread, never quite disappearing.
They are woven into it all.
They are woven into us.
Even our clocks tell their story.
Our clocks are cyclical: 12, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12…
Twice each day, the clock strikes 11:11.
A quiet reminder from the masquerading gods that try as we might: we cannot escape the cyclical nature of time.
We are ever-revolving: spiraling through time, not moving forward in it.
11:11 is a trickster god: a gentle, steady, playful reminder of this forgotten truth.
Linear time is an illusion.
And what does this have to do you with, dear artist?
Where are you telling yourself a story that you’re not where you “should” be?
Where are you believing a lie that you should have achieved xyz by a certain age?
Where are you holding yourself to standards and measurements of success and achievement you did not consent to?
Where have you forgotten the truth of your spiralic unfolding?
You can never be “behind” because you are always right here.
And that means you are right on time.
Things That Are Helping Me Stay Grounded in the Spiral
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Stay weird,
Lisa