It has been a while since I've written anything here; and, even on my own personal blog, where I'm fairly loquacious and a frequent (usually daily) poster, I've been unusually quiet lately. There are many reasons for this…

Many are aware of the "Four Powers of the Sphinx," namely "To Know; To Will; To Dare; To Keep Silent." T. Thorn Coyle has written an entire book based around this schema, which I reviewed earlier this year. I have not used this schema much in my own life previously, but like almost anyone, I can look at it relatively easily and see what areas I tend toward more, and in which I'm weaker. I'm sure most people who know me might suggest that "To Know" is probably my strongest suit, as it were; still others might say "To Dare" is something that I've done when called to with some aplomb; and yet others might suggest that "To Will" is very much a driving force in my life behind many of my other activities. All of these may or may not be true at different times and places.

I suspect, though, that most would say "To Keep Silent" is not a strong suit of mine at all. (In fact, several people I've come into contact recently would actually prefer me to be more silent than I have been on certain issues!)

I think such an assessment is wrong, though.

Far more often than I speak (or write), I am silent. There is far more that I am not saying and have not said than I have said or written.

Some of it doesn't need to be said—so much has already been said better or more effectively by others. Some of it downright shouldn't be said, lest I alienate potential allies and offend those with whom I am close. And, of course, some of it can't be said, because there are some things that must be seen, heard, felt, and experienced for oneself that cannot be easily put into words that anyone else will find comprehensible at all. (Indeed, such is the nature of experiential, practical, non-creedal religions.) But a good deal of it should be said, or could be said, but I am silent about it unless a need arises: someone asks a question, an unexpected event occurs, an opportunity arises. I suspect all of this is true of many other people as well.

We are about to enter the most holy time of year in the Ekklesía Antínoou, the Sacred Nights of Antinous beginning on October 24th and running through November 1st, during which time Antinous died (we observe this on the 28th) and his holy city, his deification, and his cultus began on October 30th, which is Foundation Day, our most important ritual of the year. This year will be the twelfth time I've celebrated it, and the year that follows often takes its auspices from that ritual. My celebration last year was the most solitary, sedate, and under-done ritual I've ever had, due to some practical limitations I was facing at the time. This year, things will be much different, and I've decided it's important enough to take the day off work entirely for the occasion. There is no more important date or event in my year than this, and it has been a part of my life long before my current job, or any other I'll ever hold in the future. I owe my life to my gods, and this is one way that I can show it, and plan to for the foreseeable future.

The mysteries of life and death, of love and deification, of devotion and dealing with tragedy, of deep and destructively sorrowful mourning…but also, the ecstasy of transformation, and the birth of hope amidst desolation and chaos, are all tied up with this coming set of festivals. A simple sentence of nouns and adjectives, or an entire cycle of epic poems so piercing in their imagery as to send shockwaves through the senses of anyone who reads or hears their verses, are equally inadequate to convey these matters effectively and vividly for consumption and understanding.