- Lea la versión en castellano aquí
- Read previously Of Anxieties and Halloween (I)
I was saying that in Halloween another of my anxieties is to live the scents of an artificial flower that will never meet the moisture of its roots… they belong to others and for other reasons and for other purposes…
Catholic celebrations fo rthe season do not recognize it as theirs: All Saints and All Soul’s Day…Celts recognize its roots but does not include it: Samhain…Arabs claims the basket to ask for candies as their tradition though without ‘fear: Qarqe’an…
Add to that how they decorated Halloween: dressed with the coat of the powerful, the hat of the obvious ‘undercover’, 
followed by a procession of skulls so we do not stop relating our bones to terror… ah! and headless in case someone has the brilliant idea to draw inconvenient conclusions… that anxiety breaks my links with coherence but does not give me fear…
…the only fears walking me come from the horros we make, we who supossedly are ‘alive’… more than a billion hungry ones… traffic of beings… tortures… at the top of an endless list…
If you insist on feeling fear, of the kind that penetrates your entrails, gives you chills, stalks from the back, clouds your sight, shrinks your heart and the will… but above all if your visceras allows you to, dare to watch this documentary about us: Earthlings
Where there is a broke
n link the replicas are endless… like broken threads on that net where life slips through… if there are broken links life remains truncated…
Another broken link: Halloween is celebrated on October 31st of the Gregorian calendar and that calendar does not turn with the Wheel of Life. The anxiety of those artificial dates do not go along with me, I turn with life… likewise happens with the ‘bluemoon’ (two full moons ina Gregorian month) or Spring starting on March 21st. each year…
It’s not even just a matter of Pagan skin, even Catholics consider natural cycles to determine ‘originary’ celebrations, see how they establish Eastern each year with the Computus.
That anxiety takes me to another broken link that disorients our orientation… wipes out the South… leaving us the blackout of truncated life… shivering with the cold of what cannot be until it iterates in emptiness… those are the Broken LInks of Life and through there one stumbles upon our ‘procrastinations’. And with eyes wide open you will see we had the world upside down in the South: Our North is the South
Upside down also are the associations that Halloween makes visible, although these broken links are not produced by it… death with fear… skull with fright… dead with terror…
That’s not how you make life, it’s distorted to hide we are beyond death and that the dead are alive and many alive ones live as dead.
Through this broken link anxiety takes me to other rooted anxieties that go much deeper… light years from Halloween… of unseen worlds that become seen… where years start silently… where the spell bursts and scatters folds… where the echo of the walkers among worlds wraps me until I am myself… where the scent of bread is among the flowers of the ancestors…
To talk about those anxieties a less dense vest is required… so it will be from another dimension and in a new round… Cheers!
(To be continued)
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