Fourteen days after the New Moon on
the Ecclesiastical Lunar Calendar. Hmmm, let’s see… Easter must be about
Christianizing the Jewish Passover with the Crucifixion and Resurrection of
Jesus, or the best time to eat too much chocolate! Oh, and the Passover must be the Abrahamic
overlay to the Isis and Osiris festival of fertility. Egypt may have been inspired by the
Mesopotamian Inana / Ishtar cults that found the vernal equinox the cause of
sacred reverence for fertility. And so
on and so on. On the foundation of one “indigenous”
and “pagan” ritual, the dominant ones build their sacred! How tired a story this is. Fourteen
days. What else is 14 days? Oh, that’s right. In folk
medicine and present endocrine research, the relationship with lunar light
exposure seems to be associated with ovulation[1].
In a recent epidemiological study, conception at full moon disproportionately
favored male births while waxing, waning and no moons favored female births.[2]
Could it be that the Exodus, the Inana / Ishtar Mesopotamian fertility rites,
and the Constantinian obsession with the vernal equinox as a date for the rites
of Christianity’s Easter all have as much or more to do with fertility than
they do with religious icons?
Now there’s a strong temptation on
my part to go down the tangent of railing against the illusion that anyone has
a monopoly on “truth” or “right” given the preponderance of evidence stating
that we are hopelessly predictable in our lack of creativity. Everybody’s got their Creation, Flood, Burial
and Resurrection, and Final Judgement stories and myths and the numbers of days
6, 40, 3, and eternity are the same in every human contrivance to explain why:
a) you’re bad for being human; and, b) someone or something is going to get you
so be very scared (a.k.a. behave in a manner that reinforces the dominant power
structure du jour). I could comment on the irony that the best we
seem to get is our pathetic re-narration of tired myths in which, the mere
changing of the names we place on the pantheon makes our story “right” and all
other stories “wrong”. I could observe
that it’s precisely this abject ignorance that lands us in a world where our
elections are rigged for theatrics while masses suffer unnecessarily. But this would be a rant and not an
appropriate blog post so I’m going to leave all of those topics for another day! Whew!
Dodged a metaphoric bullet from a concealed carry at the Republican
nominating convention!
What I do find instructive about the
Fertility Rites of Spring and their attendant invocation of “new life” and “fertility”
is a much more profound insight that has been missing from the economy for as
long as the illusion of debt has dominated our economic framework. The agrarian impulses of the Tigris and
Euphrates, the Yellow and the Yangtze, the Susquehanna and the Mississippi, the
Amazon and the Nile realized that life on this planet happened in seasons. Floods moved silted ground into lands that
could be easily tilled for planting. The
warm summers gave rise to the bountiful harvests that would feed the children
born of Spring mating rites. A world
filled with Scorpios and Sagittarians was a world of independent nomads and
wanders who could live on the frontiers and optimistic social beings,
respectively. These were the infants
that lived because they had ample food most of the time.
With the advent of industrial and
mercantile impulses that built towns, cities and states, the rhythm of the
spheres was drowned out by the clang of steel, the pump of the bellows, the
belching of smoke and steam, the whir of engines, and the hypnotic pulse of
60Hz current. And we fell out of rhythm. Mate when you want. Eat summer fruit in the middle of winter (so
long as you can enslave the Southern hemisphere dwellers into indenture to the
capricious whims of the Northern dwellers and vice versa). Discontinue the respect and reverence for the
rhythm of natural terrestrial and cosmic cycles because clearly they don’t
include wisdom that can be relevant in our automated, grandiose view of Self.
We celebrate Easter when we do
because a 4th century Pope decided that we must poke a stick in the eyes
of the “sinful” Jews. The Jews celebrate
Passover because rabbis decided to poke a stick in the eyes of the Egyptians. Egyptians celebrate Isis and Osiris union
because they decided to poke a stick in the Mesopotamians. And because we’re so busy poking each other
in the metaphoric eye, we blind ourselves to the wisdom that once realized that
celebrating our interactive role in the universe allowed us to duration
match our social and economic interactions. Our current view of debt, risk, economic
cycles, etc. are all a direct result of our failure to match our actions with
the natural pace of the actions in our ecosystem. We build where we want and then lament the
wind and storm. We tower above the fault
lines and puzzle about the collapse of buildings. We belch smoke and noxious materials into the
air and wonder why we can’t breathe and why our oceans are dying. In short, we pretend to be victims of that
which we don’t include in our illusion of control while all the while
decreasing our resilience by contrived social conventions.
If we wish to form a More Perfect
Union, we would be well advised to begin listening to the music of the spheres –
the Orphean sweeter song – and start dancing back into rhythms long
forgotten. Go outside tonight and
listen. It’s still singing and asking, “will
you remember my night song when the Son rises?”
[1] Law, SP. “The regulation of menstrual cycle
and its relationship to the moon.” Acta Obstet Gynecol Scand.
1986; 65(1):45-8.
[2] Sakar, M and Biswas NM. “Influence of moonlight on
the birth of male and female babies.” Nepal Med Coll J,
2005 June; 7(1):62-4.