NIGHTTIME GATHERING
๐ How would you convince someone who goes to bed early to stay up until midnight?
The daytime world belongs to busy humans. But not so the Realm of the Sacred Night. Populated by an intoxicating silence of musical fairies, sad clowns, phantom dancers, dispossessed madmen, suspicious sleepwalkers, and lunatic artists.
Hallucinatory Visions
The night is heavy with nightmares and neon, with reptiles from the abyss hidden in sewers, and feline gazes watching from the rooftops. The purest air breathes bats. And the shadow gathers in the corners, scattered terrors.
By day everything is clear and evident, by night in that corner where the light doesn't reach, it's the most fertile ground for a treasure, a goblin, or a demon (it was a chair).
The night wind sweats shivers and pleasures forbidden to the light. There's a knowing smile in the twilight that can only happen at night.
The night that shelters those who conspire against the tyrant, and shelters furtive lovers who meet, and extends to them cloaks of secrecy and new dreams for the day.
And a touch of sadness can be found in the night, which is only for those with a certain courage of spirit, or at least a great curiosity for the forbidden.
He who has seen a full day and a full night, has seen it all.
The night opens the subtle Stargates
Are the entrance to the deepest knowledge of ourselves and the cosmos, which is one and the same.
A serene night, a clear sky, and a moon peeking over the mountain. And I have seen myself, from the clouds, as a wolf, and I have sung things to the sky that I cannot repeat,
or from the riverbank, at the foot of the mountain, I have seen spaceships come and go, using the sky as avenues.
In the darkness, the silvery moon illuminates the witch, guides the vampire, drives the student about to take an exam to despair, and inspires poems among those who drink wine.
I know that the confusing night is a friend to those who sing and dance without a thought for tomorrow.
Returning Home
A firefly exists only there in the night. Along with the possibility of intuitive understanding, a cooler perspective in the calm of a nighttime stroll. A flash of lightning in the night, a crash, and then a cool breeze are all enjoyed more richly after sunset.
The best rains come at night.
The best kisses are given at night.
The best bonfires are lit at night ๐ฅ
Far from the murmur of the day, when many rest and the heartbeat slows to the essential, we are closer than ever to listening to our own hearts.
There may be an uncertainty about the unknown, but it is there in the night that we can hear your tenderest whisper; that we shed our disguises, our masks, and a mystery falls away, and a smile rises, and finally, a peace and satisfaction settle in that can only be truly felt in the late hours of the night.
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โจ Our Hidden Rituals
Nighttime is the best time for witchcraft: love spells. We are more in sync with the phases of the moon than we realize.
Many give up at this point, and it's okay to fall into a deep sleep, overcome by extreme exhaustion...
But sometimes it's okay to wait. We are just an instant away from seeing the great trick revealed once again. The ultimate vision, the first ray of sunlight. As Gibran said,
"You cannot reach the dawn except by the path of night."
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Two Sleeps
In the Middle Ages, people slept in two shifts, a biphasic sleep. The first sleep was from 9 pm to midnight. And this time was useful for socializing and sex; people often stayed in bed chatting.
Then, they would return to bed for their second, "morning" sleep, which lasted until dawn.
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Sleeping at any time, can be a revolutionary act. We are all so used to (forced to) keep to assigned schedules. Our days could be very different today. A bed strike has already taken place. In any case, I suggest experimenting with new, unique, personal ways of experiencing days and nights.
Perhaps one day we should tear up some calendars and throw clocks out the windows. Live a year without rushing, following your own cycles (which only you know, your best time to sleep, eat, play), rebel for a while against time itself, against that calendar that perhaps doesn't fully represent us. That perhaps has erased other ways of measuring movement (time), and given us a schedule of imposed saints, of fixed hours in schools/factories. And I don't know if that's our ultimate goal.
Perhaps one night you'll discover you're a batman, or a spider. A cat, a mouse, or a dog. A bird. A fox.
As for me, I was easily won over by the night. I liked bedtime stories. Escaping to the park to smoke and read the cursed poets under a full moon. And hearing the stories of drunk friends, on beaches already bare of sun, around a bonfire.
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Thank you for reading this far, and for commenting.
(Here in Cordoba, Argentina it's midnight)
๐ฑHave a beautiful week๐ฑ
