Acts of memory are … Imaginations …. changing whatever they touch. Making the past into its own…
“What does the dreaming want?” Mythopedic is the imagination of vision. Psychosis is the imagination of separation. Healing vision enjoins what has been apart. Psychosis separates what has been meant to witness, to behold, it’s unities.
To behold the world is an act of imagination. For most of us – in the infinite possibility of consciousness experienced as the flow of moments – we can hold onto up to 5 elements of focus (or so say neurologists). The shape with which we comprehend experience is heavily weighted by the shapes, directions, filters, textures, rhythms of our imaginary capacities, the expectations emerging out of the intersection of biology and experience, the openness which springs out of wonder, the space within which to be present with these freedoms.
Imagination of the self changes itself in the flickering of fire’s reflected light, becoming altered at the birth of each moment. There is a narrowing that may surround us in the references, which through naming, bind us to what is outside of ourselves, what is outside of our moment. There is opening that imagination has no limits in its powers to connect us with. Opening gives imagination the power to change everything. Imagine!
Imagination has doubled edge qualities which may harm or heal. We each steward our connections to the imaginations of our lives – those which emerge from the seeds may or may not be our own – we must choose the sources which seed our imagination – discern those which are not in fact in our own, or in our collective interests. We must act as guardians of the well.
Inspirations here include the words of Mary Moses, grandmother of Whis Stem Men Knee. She was born on what is now called in English, Vancouver Island before the province British Columbia existed as a collective imagination during the time of the Canoe. She lived through two small pox epidemics in which she returned from gathering trips to find her home villages of thousands gone to the death. She had the job of practicing the memory of the songs and teachings of whole villages as a survivor. She lived into the days of driving a car and flying in airplanes across the oceans all of which she did. During the time when it was illegal to sing and pray in the old ways her husband practiced as a Presbyterian Minister by day. The Ancient ways were practiced in the church basement by night. She bore witness to the transformation of the world she knew through multiple layerings of trauma and change. She said “People – we must not follow the old ways – People – we must follow the ancient ways.”
Change is not new. A part of the ancient teachings that another elder has shared – Taqʷšəblu – Vi Hilbert – comes from her listening to the stories of her own elders. She spoke in her last years of how the people have listened and watched our earth – during the times of great change the earth has led those who have listened – earth will share her imaginations with those who listen – who open to hear and see. She joined together with grandmothers to share vision arising out of the earth among the people.
Politics has been said to be a battle for supremacy of collective vision. Imperial imaginations render a storyline that is failing the living abundance of our earth. It would seem, from the perspective of our earth, that such imaginations enable collective political psychosis in our midst. May we return to the wells of our ancient imagination as guardians of the waters of life.
Sparks for this piece came from two CBC
Detail from “Glad Day”
or “The Dance of Albion”
by William Blake, c. 1794