Today, I am troubled by the endless possibility of the intangible. The dream I told you of, the dream of She weighs heavily upon my mind. Care to join the Sakrisan for wine and to share the burden of godly matters in this library? Please sit in the chair stuffed with straw near the fire; take this cup of wine and contemplate, interpret, prospect and translate with me. For She is Knowledge and perfect in every way.
I can but refer to the texts of the ancients; on dreams they say:
“When the eye is closed and the mind is afloat,
The truth of the matter is clarity so take good note.”
Sakrisan I, Book of Beginning
The original life for Her saw dreams as being Truth dressed in nothing but the simplest of clothes. The next was not quite so circumspect in his views:
“Dreams are where lust and levity remain,
For they are the glory of Her domain.”
Sakrisan II, The Lusts of the Living (Book II)
He saw dreams as the ultimate glory of the Goddess; though he was prone to a turbulent life when not hushed by sleep. The third of our lives was more austere, a careful and considered man by nature:
“When asleep within your bed,
Be only aware of what is done and what is said.”
Sakrisan III, The Troubled Mind of Man
The third felt dream was false desire and the abandonment of hope. To follow rather than reflect would be the way of error and misery. So who, my friend has the correct interpretation of my slumberous wanderings? Dare I say they are Truth? My heart fears at the thought, a weakness in spirit that is shaming.
It is wise is it not, to take solace in the wisdom of the ancestors? For they have lived before all, and have seen much that we cannot imagine nor live again. Their wisdom comes as a blanket, a shroud in which to cover the thoughtlessness of the livings’ exuberance. To them we must delegate ourselves and our own ideas of originality. You speak of progress and of the renewal of ideas? Well then let us talk of more contemporary and pragmatic matters.
A Sakrisan is the chosen of She, Her consort and Her love given in mortal form. The position is one of respectability and conscience; not of physical ailment and the curses of the ignorant. I am to be respected, although not admired for I have not the qualities of a greater man. The people look to me to provide continuity and tradition, without a Sakrisan they are as lost as The Children Beneath the Sea. Their tale is a sad affair, of woe and of being adrift of their roots and kin.
“They sat upon green rock at the floor of the sea; ever to play among the seaweed and coral. Days of wonder and awe with the schools of brightly coloured fishes, Her creations administered by the Lady of the Sea and Air. Dolphins frolic and weave entertaining the children by day; turtles and whales their teachers and mentors. Old is their wisdom, older than the wisest of men. They lived a blessed life by day, but by night when all life had deserted them to return home and be among their kin, the Children were lonesome and afraid. Cold was the night and long was the memory. Neither mother nor father to grant them sweet dreams or warm hearth to sleep by. They were truly set adrift.”
(Sakrisan IX)
A Sakrisan must lead, be without the weakness that inflicts most men. To do, to dare and to silence when necessary. He must remain above all to the people and to Her. For She is Everything and perfect in every way.
I must overcome my weakness, my conscience; without guidance, we are but children adrift. Ever more to wander aimless and thoughtless creating death and destruction in our wake. O Goddess, O magnificent Inanna; grant your servant the strength to do Your holy will. Let him not fail O holy Inanna. Take the Fates from my mortal hands and grant me only release from this malady that afflicts your servant.
The Angry Farmer 