Rev-o-lution

So this is the post about the energy of the revolution in this world- kind of a freewrite:

And i quote Joseph Campbell: "The effect of the successful adventure of the hero is the unlocking and release again of the flow of life into the body of the world." So personally this means stepping out of bed and going into the body of the world without knowing what's gonna happen necessarily, or not knowing how I'm going to react to the sameness and dullness. It's a blind diving, a leap of faith. I mean obvious hazards along the path can be easily avoided, but even a blind man sees that. Revolution, viva la revolucion. To me it's the unlocking of something, an initiation into the doing something passionately, maybe completing a task or a solving a great problem.

I work in media now, as a co-creator of a television show called Peace Pedalers. They're asking for my imput. I feel like doing the greatest job, but a part of me wants that job to be finished already. I sense the fear of failing along the path. The path to pathos. The path that is passion.

Peace Pedalers is like a path to peace. Jesus is the prince of peace, and one thing about Christianity is that it's got a bloody history of crusades and holy wars. Christian Opus Dei flagellate themselves because of their mistakes, and they call that self-sacrifice and justice?

This here is a revoltionary time. One guy rides his bike for world-peace while another attempts the trials through the written voice. If writing is not a guidance then it is a transmission. For me, at it's hottest, a tranpassion. Can anyone explain for me the "Passion of the Christ?" To be pasionate about hanging on a cross, to love demons, to submerge into the Underworld, willingly, or not, and begin to question why one is not truly radiant and happy. Is that not the Passion of the Christ?

Is that not revolutionary? Some say Jesus was the original non-violent revolutionary, because the revolution was not a change in society but a change in himself. Psychology could write for miles in that direction, but simply stated, how am I doing what I'm doing just now?

I've tasted sweet gratitude recently, a swelling of the whole body into a place of timeless passion and tears and that amazing understanding of the greatness of another person. I want more of those whole-body insights. I think that would revolutionaize my life and the life of many of my friends.

That's enough about this revolution business for now. I have discovered through wikipedia that passion and suffering go together in Christianity, but I'm not in the mood to brood right now.

I'm more curious about Sumer the Monster Tamer as shown in Joseph Campbell's book "A Hero with a Thousand Faces, " although I'm perplexed by an interview I saw with Campbell where he said that he himself was not a hero, but that he thinks that you and I should embrace that mythic role. Right, so this book I'm looking into, the "Hero," does speak a lot about monsters. "The ordeal is a deepening of the problem of the first threshold and the question is still in balance: Can the ego put itself to death? For many-headed is this surrounding Hydra; one head cut off, two more appear - unless the right caustic is applied to the mutilated stump. The original departure into the land of trials represented only the beginning of the long and really perilous path of initiatory conquests and moments of illumination. DRAGONS HAVE NOW BEEN SLAIN and surprising barriers passed - again, again, and again. Meanwhile there will be a multitude of prelimenary victories, unretainable extasies, and momentary glimpses of the wonderful land."

As my answer to the question, "Can the ego put itself to death?" is not it cannot, because two heads emerge. I connect that idea with spiritual materialism, exactly as Campbell says, "One head comes off, and two grow back." A person drops out of school in order to do less harm, but in fact unknowingly has unplugged himself from the life, the body of the world in favor of marijuana smoke and petty complaints with coworkers at a caregiving job. OOOF that was me. But now I feel I'm back. Back on Boogie Street to quote Leonard Cohen.

So to take that image of the lazy hippie drop-out pessimist, and try to distance myself from it, that to me makes the pain multiply. It grows another ego head of "I'm so dropped in, and very unlike those lazy, God-fearing hippies." From page 108: "The hero, werher god or godddess, man or woman, the figure of a myth or the dreamer of a dream DISCOVERS AND ASSIMILATES HIS OPPOSITE (his own unsuspected self) EITHER BY SWALLOWING IT OR BY BEING SWALLOWED. One by one the resistances are broken. He must put aside his pride, his virtue, beauty and life, and bow or submit to the absolute intolerable. THEN HE FINDS THAT HE AND HIS OPPOSITE ARE NOT OF DIFFERING SPECIES, BUT ONE FLESH.

Would that be the same as taming that beast of the same flesh? Obviously to assimilate it is not to chop its head off. i'd better get a glass of water before some swallowing comes to transform meeeeeee.