It is Samhain in the north of the world, Beltane in its south.
Samhain and Beltane are twinned mysteries. In ecstasy, we touch the realm of the dead. In death, we fulfill the ecstasy of our ancestors and become ancestors ourselves.
Sex brings life, life brings death. We exist because two humans had sex with each other. But we also exist because all of nature has sex with itself. The sun’s rays caress the leaves of plants, whose metabolic ecstasy produces the air we breathe and food we eat. To eat that food, we participate in death, consuming part of nature in its older, pre-capitalist sense: “consummation,” becoming together one-with. And when we die we are part of another consummation, our bodies surrendering to the ecstasy of dirt, which is anyway bits of dead stone and dead bodies like ours. In that soil life is born again; the seed which…
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