tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844458687369955274.post2369263800802260510..comments2018-07-15T00:14:54.349-07:00Comments on mapHead: Letting the story gonatcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18058664776852941599noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4844458687369955274.post-50151241405635435212010-04-26T19:46:33.094-07:002010-04-26T19:46:33.094-07:00For about 6 years, I participated in a collective ...For about 6 years, I participated in a collective whose sole point of group will was that we all made sigils once a month at the same time, and then sent them off to be collected (by people we didn't know). These sigils generally consisted of intensely personal things, sometimes including body fluids. Usually, there was no response at all from those collecting the sigils, although they would let you know that they'd received them, if you asked.<br /><br />At some point, the 4 filing cabinets worth of other people's sigils came around to the city where I lived, and I chipped in on the monthly filing, reading, writing, and sometimes responding to what strangers were sending in. A year or so later, the filing cabinets moved elsewhere.<br /><br />Although the actual sigils themselves, and the subjects they addressed couldn't really be categorized, the experience that many people wrote about often seemed to revolve around the Release involved when you let go of something so intimate and powerful, without profit or any power to take it back.<br /><br />My experience was that those intimate and powerful things became profoundly powerful when released. Things became truer when the hand opened, when something made it past the snarls of ego; confidence and trust grew the more vulnerable one became in releasing.<br /><br />There's a passage that seems relevant from Steppenwolf, spoken by Mozart, about a radio:<br /><br />"Observe how this crazy funnel apparently does the most stupid, the most useless and the most damnable thing in the world. It takes hold of some music played where you please, without distinction, stupid and coarse, lamentably distorted, to boot, and chucks it into space to land where it has no business to be; and yet after all this it cannot destroy the original spirit of the music ..."Joe Banksnoreply@blogger.com