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“The flow of time is always cruel… Its speed seems different for each person, but no one can change it… A thing that doesn’t change with time is a memory of younger days.” --Sheik

There is something that touches me deeply when I read about the spirituality of the ancients. Now that the crumbling of our world is in a stage were it seems to be painfully obvious that those days are long gone I can't help but think that there existed a time, not everlasting, where harmony with the world and the spiritual realities of our existence used to be a common theme of everyday life.

Doubtless, hardships have been a reality of every age but there is a whisper from antiquity that compels me to imagine being in such a place in my mind. A place where the song of the cosmos is met with silence and welcomed within; a place were the simple play of a string brings you closer to the divine realities that pervade the universe at every moment.

There is something beautiful about imagining such a scene, a joyful scene, were people gather around a brazier at night under the heavenly vault with multi-colored and intricate tapestries that adorn the surroundings. In such a scene people would come together at particular junctures in the cosmic clockwork to attune themselves to the Mysteries and celebrate a change of tide --to be initiated into the mystical forces that brought this material substance into being by welcoming you into the adventure of the spirit. Imagine such a scene, after days of preparation. You are instructed a chant to go along with your journey and just before starting the veil over your eyes is lifted and you see the path you have to walk in peregrination, while the adepts of your tradition wave green branches in rhythm to fill the reverent silence of crickets along the way.

I am sure such a time will come again once the Great Winter passes but I am also sure that by that time, a thousand or so years from now, I must surely won't be here. Meanwhile, as the Long Descent keeps tumbling down what is left of civilization I'll spend sometime, sometime in my mind imagining such a future among temples in the distance surrounded by majestic valleys brought to life once again and were the rivers flow into the deepest corners of the Earth where one could hear a monotone drip telling you that you've arrived.