Creation, Radiance, and a Meditation of Self

I was thinking this week, on the relationship between my Fathers and what it means for me, which led to meditating on the meaning of my name, which led to some rambling writing on creativity and the nature of my being. I will share the result of that here because it has been a while since I posted anything and because some of it may be interesting even if the overall composition is not fully translated out of my internal language:

Veracity, Validity, and Polyvalance

So, catching up on my RSS feed I spent a while reading about the Shopping Cart blow up via Devo and then poked around on the general forums to confirm my suspicions and noticed our now almost annual Problems with Reconstructionism blow up on the Cauldron (2013 edition, 2011 edition). This seems to be the time of year when shit goes down in the various Recon communities. Seriously. Both of these are the same argument cloaked in a slightly different forms.

The problem is I don’t think we’re arguing about what we think we’re arguing about...

Winged Set Animal Statue

First, if you haven't seen Setken's awesome winged Set painting, go see it! I saw that just before the photo shoot of my newly minted little guy here and had to laugh at the coincidence. Especially since we were both  at least partially drawing from the same source images in Te Velde as inspiration. (^_^)

I made this little guy earlier tonight and I think He came out pretty good, if I do say so myself...

Building a Shrine Part 3: With Bonus Material ;)

I still remember the intensity of that stare. They were in the center of the mall in a roped off circle—the local raptor rescue organization—and the young presenter had a golden eagle on her arm. He was restless and moving and making her nervous… and then he noticed me. Stillness. That stare. So keen and so persistent. No matter how she moved him, he contorted easily with that supernatural sense of balance that all birds have, so he could keep both eyes on me. I glanced down at myself looking to see if perhaps there was some glint on my shirt or pants that might draw such eyes. Nope. He was looking at me.

Randomness Related to my Divine Family

Is it strange to spend an entire evening mining the archives of someone else’s life trying to find evidence of dissonance between your personalities? Or, failing that, to unearth at least some indication that you are at not walking an identical path and existing as an echo of someone else? Is it strange to be oddly comforted when you succeed?

I wonder if I am just skittish about the startling number of similarities I have with some of the other Set kids because, for so long, Set was the reason I was different and not the reason I was the same. Or maybe this is some twisted echo of my fear that well-meaning relatives are right and that I will “become my mother” someday. An extension of the terror that brews in me at the mere suggestion of the loss of identity that implies. A generalized phobia of not being unique enough to be my own person.

Not that I feel like much of a Set-kid this weekend...