Courageous Child
Another animal whose form Dionysus assumed was the goat. One of his names was ‘Kid’.
The Golden Bough
Once upon a time, in a land now far, far away…it took naught but the smallest fragments of light to assuage your fears.
Fear of rules, fear of laws, fear of punishments from those authority figures in your small life.
Fear of…those monsters under the bed and in your closet.
What happened to that courageous child?
What happened to…you?
Thus guiding the ploughshare and scattering the seed as he went, Dionysus is said to have eased the labour of the husbandman. Further, we are told that in the land of the Bisaltae, a Thracian tribe, there was a great and fair sanctuary of Dionysus, where at his festival a bright light shone forth at night as a token of an abundant harvest…but if the crops were to fail that year, the mystic light was not seen, darkness brooded over the sanctuary…
The Golden Bough
What replaced those dark, late nights you spent tilling the farmland of your soul, as a great steward of the land that is a young and fertile mind and body?
What became of those seeds once scattered amidst a dark abyss of youthful soil?
As Dionysus Eleutherius [“the liberator”], his wine, music, and ecstatic dance free his followers from self-conscious fear and care, and subvert the oppressive restraints of the powerful.
Those who partake of his mysteries are believed to become possessed and empowered by the god himself.
Dionysus
Once, in a time and land now far, far away…you feared naught, and arose in the darkness of night and sought, the comfort of light, drawn to that which might, provide self-knowledge and guidance to your own individual and rapidly growing sight.
Where did you go?
Where…when, did you become fearful?
Where…when, did you decide to remain at one with that fear?
What prevents you, presently, from once again embracing all that which once excited and nourished an adolescent glow?
Lost in the darkness that you now sense so near, while the child you once were was left behind with small light in hand without fear.
You sacrificed your own courageous youth, for an adult world full of anxiety.
Shame be upon you.
