Monday, August 17, 2015

The reality

At last she said, “If he lives, he will be a good king, but I think he will be a Christian king.” It seemed that for a moment all the sounds of Avalon were hushed around her, as if the very waves of the Lake and the whispering sound of the reeds on the border were silent to hear her say it. “If he survives the quest of the Grail — or if he should abandon it — still his rule will be circled about by the priests, and through all the land there will only be one God and only one religion.”

“Would that be such a tragedy, Morgaine?” Lancelet asked quietly, “All through this land, the Christian God is bringing a spiritual rebirth here — is that an evil thing, when mankind has forgotten the Mysteries?”

“They have not forgotten the Mysteries,” she said, “they have found them too difficult. They want a God who will care for them, who will not demand that they struggle for enlightenment, but who will accept them just as they are, with all their sins, and take away their sins with repentance. It is not so, it will never be so, but perhaps it is the only way the unenlightened can bear to think of their Gods.”

Lancelet smiled bitterly. “Perhaps a religion which demands that every man must work through lifetime after lifetime for his own salvation is too much for mankind. They want not to wait for God’s justice, but to see it now. And that is the lure which this new bred of priests has promised them.”

Morgaine knew that he spoke the truth, and bowed her head in anguish.

“And since their view of a God is what shapes their reality, so it shall be — the Goddess was real while mankind still paid homage to her, and created her form for themselves. Now they will make for themselves the kind of God they think they want — the kind of God they deserve, perhaps.”

Well, so it must be, for as man saw reality, so it became. While the ancient Gods, the Goddess, were seen as benevolent poor live-giving, so indeed had nature been to them; and when the priests had taught men to think of all nature as evil, alien, hostile, and the old Gods as demons, even so they would become, surging up from within that part of man which he now wished to sacrifice or control, instead of letting it lead him.

Marion Zimmer Bradley
The Mists of Avalon

What this is all about.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. I came over here because I signed up for the August Moon and saw just two of your recent posts. You go, Girl!! I write about the Tao Te Ching on my blog and I wrote the entire thing in the feminine voice. I got some nods and some were rather vocal about wrong they thought it was, but I wanted some balance, you know? Yeah, YOU know. This is great stuff. Keep it coming!