A balancing trick.

Western ideology demonises the chaotic, the unpredictable, the cyclical, the feminine and the destructive element inherent in every single thing. In all other traditions (that I know of)the opposing nature of the world is embraced, praised and accepted as a fact of life. Voodoun, Greek mythology, Indian mythology, all of these pay tribute to the darkness, the Kingdom of death, destruction in all its different aspects.



Perhaps the fact that the society that I grew up in doesn’t acknowledge these things is partly responsible for the devastating way in which we deal with death, with turmoil in our own lives and the lives of those around us. We push it away, shove it under the carpet and refuse to fully acknowledge it, knowing somewhere in the depths of our being that it is the villain we need to keep at arm’s length. We don’t want to be associated with it. We fear the unknown.


Both the “good” and the “bad” are necessary in the creation of something whole. Is it surprising that the American preacher that everyone believed in was having a sexual affair with a man on the side? In my world view he was merely acting out of the base of his core, trying to naturally balance himself. Is it also so far fetched that celebrities set themselves up to fall time and time again? Tiger Woods, considered one of the most powerful men in the world, that he would be such a philandering womaniser, is it really such a surprise? Perhaps he was merely seeking to right the balance in his own existence. In truth, he has done a great job of it!


We all have interactions with the dark, be it through an experience in which we are abused, mugged, attacked or victimised or whether it only happens in our dreams, whether we create it for ourselves, we are always aware of it crawling on the periferies of our vision, just out of reach waiting for an opportunity to engage.


Should your life be lived in squalor and darkness, there will always be a ray of light somewhere on the perifery of your life, ready to stand in whenever you should require it. The world supplies us always with what we need, whether we like it or not. The world supports us in all its awesomeness.


As we live, we die. As we prosper, some part of ourselves seek out the destructive and the under handed to balance out the light. The more we try to hide it the more demanding it becomes, in fact, the more it may control our lives.


The darkness challenges us. It offers us power by ripping us apart. It gives us the opportunity to put ouselves back together in a new way we could never have done without dying a little.


The past six months ripped up my previous life down to the roots and I’ve fought it every single inch of the way, even though I wanted a new start so badly. Even though I asked for it.


Two days ago I finally gave up and stopped fighting.


I think I can breathe again now.