A Gathering of the Light.
At the moment I have four women and five men. So, I could do with one more piece of feminine energy to get my stars aligned. What the hell am I talking about I hear you wonder. Allow me to explain in my round-about way.
Oh, I suppose it’s six months ago now since I first had the idea. Gatherings of the creative. Saoirse Creatives seemed like a good name to capture the concept. For anyone that wasn’t battered down by 12 or 13 years of mis-teachings of the Irish language in our school system - Saoirse simply means freedom.
The Irish meaning resonated with me as feminine. Which I liked. Although, I was not sure why at the time. The first gathering met in March, many of you reading this attended. I had many hopes and nervous expectations about what might unfold beforehand, as those 160 or so people came together for the weekend. The end result was kind of shocking and not at all in any preconceptions I may have entertained. Only one word comes to mind to adequately describe it.
Now, In lots of ways, I am a cynic and a contrarian and I suppose that is the primary reason I am always questioning things most of my life. Sometimes rightly and sometimes wrongly. Whether that be of the world outside me or the world that lies within me. Yet, I have come to the conclusion that there must also be that cursed seed of stubborn hope in me too - that refuses to die.
I learned something new about light at that huddling of the like-minded back in March. Light has great power. Power and energy. I don’t think I fully understood that until I felt it there maybe for the first time in my life. To be frank, it wasn’t the most professionally run event ever manufactured and yet the light of the people gathered blasted glitches and last minute problems out of its path. 12 months ago I would never have written a sentence like the one just past. The cynic in me would have sniggered at such thoughts.
My two biggest learnings from that event in Doolin were about light and ladies. As awkward as the first one is talk about the latter is even more so. Especially, as a man. And not a particularly modern one at that. My sense of the world to come, if it is to be of the light-filled variety, is that fight will be won by feminine energy. That isn’t just a line. The attacks on a number of fronts in the world-at-large seem dedicated to a more radically mechanical or digitized future. A leap over the womb.
In order to arrive at this frightening dystopia requires a destruction of the family. And to destroy the family you must neuter its most elemental force. Mothers and the maternal.
A single mother with three kids by two different fathers is a family. Two lesbians raising a young daughter is a family. And yes, the old-fashioned married couple with three kids is a family. There are other ones too but basically, the biological production of children in a womb and then loved and supported as a unit is a family. The power and light of that unit is what is most under attack by this global reset or call it whatever you will. That much is becoming ever clearer. Day by day.
To my mind, these proponents of a new world can’t get to their destination without the destruction of the family unit’s primacy in our lives. Now, not every woman chooses or can have children but nevertheless that beat of the maternal exists in them too I think. The instinct and the empathy. But the bottom-line, as much as this new world order is coming for me - they really, truly are coming for women.
So then, what can an unreformed and semi-lunatic Neanderthal man do to help besides admiring himself in the puddles?
Well, at the moment all I can think to do - is to create these occasional events where the light might gather and the power might grow.
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