The world is a mask that hides the real world.
Thatâs what everybody suspects, though the world we see wonât let us dwell on it long.
The world has ways - more masks - of getting our attention.
The suspicion sneaks in now and again, between the cracks of everyday existenceâ¦the bird song dips, rises, dips, trails off into blue sky silence before the note that would reveal the shape of a melody that, somehow, would tie everything together, on the verge of unmasking the hidden armature that frames this sky, this tree, this bird, this quivering green leaf, jewels in a crown.â¦
As the song dies, the secret withdraws.
The tree is a mask.
The sky is a mask.
The quivering green leaf is a mask.
The song is a mask.
The singing bird is a mask.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
falconspace?
Among other duties, I find, catalog, and, as necessary, restore information resources pertaining to certain actors in the crisis that almost destroyed the Congregation in the first decade of the present century. The Elders are especially interested in the leaders of the rebel campaign of 2005. I've spent half a century tracking mediasphere references to the handful of rebel leaders who survived the suppression of that movement in 2007, and the continuing disssemination of the ideas and literature that inspired their revolt.
I also track references to falcons, falconry, ancient falcon worship, part of the larger CR collection regarding raptors generally and eagles specifically, which is the primary focus of the CR praycirc in which I co-create, collaborate, and congregate in the course of my sacred work assignment.
I don't perch high enough in the ChurchØne® pecking order to enjoy the privilege of practicing falconry – that's reserved for the highest circle of Elders, plus technical staff who work directly in the raptor restoration and conservation programs. But, vicariously at least, I've grown strangely fascinated with this ancient sport, and love watching the various hawks and falcons that live here in St. Hubert and Sanctuary nearby.
In this blog (I borrow the term from the turn of the century, a contraction of "web log" taken to mean public journals published by individuals on the Web, although this journal is, I hope - I have taken not-inconsiderable pains to make it so - private and secure), I archive items, related to my official duties, mostly found in the turn-of-the-century servers I mine, culled largely from the mainstream business, academic, and entertainment media (especially the extraordinarily long-lived It's A Jungle Out There! mediasphere franchise which has been publishing in one format or another - print, radio, television, online, satellite, telephone, etc. - for nearly two centuries now), and other private research...including certain documents and transcripts yet unpublished, which, perhaps unsuprisingly, tell a story radically at odds with ChurchØne® Doctrine...