The trials of :JUPITER PRIMUS: move into full swing, and the golden summer is upon us.
We jog through the nightshade forests below the cold moon
Stretch mighty and wide upon our awakening, and greet the skyfather in the clear blue sky above
Like the seeds of spring we stretch and reach for more and more. Towards that golden glory do we strike forever; like those that came before us who fertilized the very earth that willed us to grow.
It is the soil that is home, the earth that cradled us and nurtured us towards higher horizons.
For is it not true that any good home will eventually hurl you towards the highest heavens?
Any home that does not do so is not a home for you young warrior.
Any place you deem to belong the most should never keep you as a sprout.
If you feel no growth where you are, there is something amis amidst that sacred runic formula (the cracking of :ING:)
Observe here that very spell.
Observe also this GRAIL FLOWER. A Bindrune containing and representing the growth from home towards the purest of realizations.
The flow that is able to commence through the sacred structure of the home (OTHALA) is the pathway of the inner hero.
The flowerhead, and prize being the rune WUNJO (joy) but there also the inversion of this rune; its shadow and shade. True treasures are the ones that give us joy and also strife. The grail is the western NIRVANA, and this rune is its sigil.
Enlightenment upon finding this prize of prizes is unknown to most men that live today, but we can all imagine its form in at least some rough essence.
Unstoppable and fervent is the will of all material growth that strives for the heavens. Trees, mountains, man, fire, etc. This is the magic of :GER: and it will take us ever upwards through heavens and hells unknown.
Ascend higher and higher
So that in your fall you may burn brighter
Brighter than any who came before
Lighter so that in your dreams wake you will be reborn again once more
For the thousand trials to strip you bare as Campbell wrote you must first make that step out as the fool. He who searches for the mountain king, and the boons of a million gods.
Adventure is beyond the imagination, for within our wildest dreams we are always successful. In the physical realm this is never so. You will bleed, you will cry, you will run, you will hide.
You will strive for the mountain top only to reach its roots, and find there amidst the endless echoes of boundless aeons the hollow laugh that rings of the rocks, and you will know it to be your darkest inner shadows.
There is no way for you to survive adventure. You will be sacrificed from yourself to yourself, and you will see the boy you were cast into the furnace, only to return as a man.
The slumbering king (once and future) only emerges when he is needed most, and you will not find him buried in your couch, and amidst the hobbit politics of your current home town.
Struggles unknown, and fears beyond reason await you traveler.
Are you prepared to become a man?
Or will you wither as a sprout.
You need only look to your neighbours to see gelded souls, as you need only look to your gutter to see acorns that will never be oaks.
Do not find yourself amongst them, as comfortable as they might seem in the present.
As you find yourself unable to sleep in the pouring rain of some foregin land, you will think of home, and find yourself laughing at the things you once worried about.
There is a storm in every man, woman and child.