{"id":10392,"date":"2021-05-14T05:00:44","date_gmt":"2021-05-14T12:00:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewayoftheriver.com\/?p=10392"},"modified":"2021-05-12T12:21:25","modified_gmt":"2021-05-12T19:21:25","slug":"the-pulse-of-existence-and-the-dance-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewayoftheriver.com\/the-pulse-of-existence-and-the-dance-of-life\/","title":{"rendered":"The Pulse of Existence and the Dance of LIfe"},"content":{"rendered":"

My heart is with your heart today, and there is something tender I wish to share with you\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In the Tradition of Stone Circle Wicca (USA), we often write imaginative stories, guided meditations for grounding and centering, or imagery to help a group create the \u201cartichoke” of the ritual. (Previously called the \u201cmeat\u201d of the ritual, but we had vegetarians among us, so it came to be called \u201cthe artichoke,\u201d or the \u201cworking\u201d of the ceremony.)<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

What follows is one is idea of how metaphor may be used to describe the beginning of the Universe\u2019s Household, Earth and all She Is and Holds. This particular story is one I wrote last week. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The Dance of Life, the Drum of Existence<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

In the beginning, there was no-thingness. There was not nothingness. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

No time, no space, but over all of what would be space and time, but there was no space, no time. Void. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In the beginning, there was infinitesimal no-thing-ness. So small the mind cannot comprehend it. A smallness so small our minds cannot compress to understand the multitude of universes our minds would be around it..<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And then\u2014Great Silence.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Vast Silence that was the tiny, compressed No-thing-ness and the unknowable expanse of Void. The Silence was all there was, though there was no being, so even the Great Silence was not.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And then, one pulse, one explosive, ringing sound like the sound of a great, dark bell, as a great, dark bell hammered with a great wooden hammer rang into the Silence. One atom. One eternal, atomic Mystery began. Being began to be.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Soon the one toll, the one ringing of the Great Bell became a pulse, a call. A call from beyond our knowing or our names, beyond our apprehension. And in response to that first Sound, the Cosmic Drum began to play. A cacophony of Being exploded into darkness with the beat of the Drum, for with Being came Dark and Light, the first separation of No-Thing, along with Time, Space, and eventually the Dance. But before the Dance was the Drum and before the Drum was the Pulse. The Pulse of the Bell that expanded into what became the universe, and the Pulse that called the Drum into being.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The Pulse of Existence called out an unknowable Be-ing. And Be-ing, the Dance, began. And soon the Cosmic Drummer and the Universe\u2019s Dancer began to play with one another. One in sound, two in silence. One in sound, two in silence. The Drum and Dance began. And in their playing between attraction and repulsion, the in and out, began. And more and more things came into the Being-that-was.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

As the Dance and the Drum began, so did particles and waves and stars begin to pulse and shine and dance a dance of attraction and Love. Love that is not the simple complexity of human love. Love that is the begetting of All Things. Love that emerged in the All-one, the Manyness-in-One who is All Genders, the great One who spun into the Dance and brought forth Being and Being and Being, all spilling forth like seeds on strings from the All-one, electric, fiery giving flying out into the Space-that-was. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Urge and urge and urge begat all Existence in the Ear of the Great One behind and beyond all Ones. The One beyond shape, or gender, or beingness. The One who both is and is not. Who saw Void and longed for Being. The One whose longing called out the Pulse, the ringing out of the Drum that brought the Dance into being.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And the Dance continued and grew faster and faster, until the Great Beat of the One became a heartbeat of existence, and the Dance of Being spun out the galaxies and the black holes and solar systems and planets and all the Being that is known and unknown.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Eventually in one great CRACK at the edge of the Drum, came lightning in the sky of one impossibly tiny ball of existence. And the Dance began to take shape through the thunder over the watery chaos that was existence in that place. CRACK the edge of the Drum played, over and over, lightning over the seas. Step and spin and turn and leap, the thunder over the deeps. CRACK, the edge of the Drum calling those eternal atoms into something new, the Storm of Life. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Life at last.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Life and division and union, attraction and repulsion, and the joining of the smaller drums of heartbeats and polyrhythms into the dance. And the Dance was joined by all the beings, all the ways life is, in its complexities that reflect the One Who is Many, Male, Female, All Genders, and that which is Beyond Gender, which needs no Gender to yet have longing, yearning, wanting, desire.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And in a moment, a moment that would seem immeasurably long to the beings who came but was not even long enough to be a beat in the Great Dance upheld by the Drum, perceived by the Great Witnesses of Creation–in that moment, all the beasts in the great seas were made, the rivers carved, the continents divided, and the polyrhythm of the Drums continued. Always and always with the Pulse, that which is the Heartbeat of Existence, of Life. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The heartbeat that pulses in your very own breast, strong and true and built of the Love that called and longed and yearned for Being. The heartbeat that fuels the knowledge of Beingness and Nothingness and No-thingness, that intuits the Universe, the Dance and the Drum. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The Pulse, repeating and repeating, always found on the One, the first beat of the first Drum call, the first call to the Great Community of Existence. The Pulse of Life.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

What is a creation story that is meaningful to you? What activities, what images, what movements, what webs or looms, or seeds or saplings\u2026what brings you closer to your place in the Dance?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

We are blessed, and may we all be blessings \u2013 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

~Catharine~<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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