The Remembering
A Clarion Call to the Wild Masculine from the Wild Feminine on this All Soul’s Day
(An Excerpt from Cara’s forthcoming book, “Omen”)
All Soul’s Day is upon us.
What does it mean to be — and to have — a Soul?
As well, is this day simply about remembering our ancestors and the paths they plotted so that we could be here, now? Is it about keeping alive the memory of our dearly departed so that their Souls are not banished to the land of the forgotten, fated to roam in the wayward misery of the underworld for eons?
Yes, and….
It is also a time for remembering who we have also been — in lifetimes past, over the past thousands of years.
I remember…
Hands bound by thick rope behind my stooped back. Ashes and tears smudging my face. A church tupelo towering above. White and dome shaped, the bell inside remaining mute and stationary. Village masses below chanting, “Mors diaboli” (Death to the Devil) and “Sit laus Deo” (Praise be to God). Backs turned, I cower in the shadows. In the other direction lay a tree line.
“I can do it,” my mind thinks. Stealthily yet stumbling away from the death and the massacre, I escape the village square. Like a flash, I bolt. My feet never think twice, always moving forward — pushing on…
