![[Yule Tidings]](/imgs/faeries/portrait/yuletide.jpg)
Celebrate our entry to the orb of the winter solstice.
As we enter the annual rebirth of
Christ / Ra / Sol / Sun / Son / Yang,
we are called upon to complete
the forgiveness and release and death and grieving
of and for the old masculine.
As "Bones" would say:
"He's dead, Jim!"
The collective reality version of this,
is the death of patriarchy, itself.
The individual version is the death of
rulership by the individual male,
the family patriarch.
The corpseorate version is the death of the Beast of
Mammon, capitalism,
the "power" behind capitolism.
The natural version is the death of the greenman,
hibernating until spring.
As we complete with, and either bury in the ground, or cremate via immolation, the empty husk of manifestation of the energy of doing, at this year's most introverted time, that which is most appropriate is diving deep into one's own unique individual essence, to be fully in a void of doing, to feel deeply into the feminine mystery of the void. Those unwilling to be that deeply in their own self will run out to immerse themselves in "other(s)", classically a round of seasonal emotional numbing facilitated by some alcoholic "nog" and a collective pretense of partying to cover, rather than feel and be with one's own subconscious and/or shadow side. Or, in a younger generational version, attend a "rave" of ecstatic dancing. There are so very many ways to force one's emotional state, rather than just being in and with ones authentic emotions while traversing a jump between time-lines.