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Adam Blewett

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Chatter mouse, could see to the tabled introduction, a plausible metric locating ceramic cabinet stood the parcel, standing in for fortitude, prepaid cabled the surely inactions of one. Risen from bread an tutorials, they condemned those needy, lasted the parcel, unlatched the draws, mismatched indifferences the spokesperson had nothing to speak of. Reread his injustices, they knew about cool climate restates, residential cabinet makers or the trusties across the valley, they were makers of kin.

Kink was delivered by reserving those cool climate words; fashion tears down his words, the service provider wept to the worlds of invitational petroleum. Those mortar shells need his coverage, brought the enclave further south that year, his government protected further escalations, produced carbon emit sample packages, resistors to timely grace.

Thought was reduced that year to have her redeem in returning principality, two wars brewed the final years were, lasting to deliver the unknown parcel. Familiarity was in standing room, intervention withheld the thwart, priceless words felled his standby, justice has prevailed, inherently foreswore disarmament, renewables by the by.

They loved the thought of being around, when retrospect had no positive outcome, members of the kindly type, impaired to his chosen, they remembered his newsstand. Arcane by the world we govern too, producers of staid wither, the founding climate controllers, install of the brightest canvas, worldly to invite fashionable, brotherly love. ©

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Navigating the Mysteries - by Martin Shaw

The correct response to uncertainty is mythmaking. It always was. Not punditry, allegory, or mandate, but mythmaking. The creation of stories. We are tuned to do so, right down to our bones. The bewilderment, vivacity, and downright slog of life requires it. And such emerging art forms are not to cure or even resolve uncertainty but to deepen into it. There’s no solving uncertainty. Mythmaking is an imaginative labor not a frantic attempt to shift the mood to steadier ground. There isn’t any.

But—a major but—maybe there’s useful and un-useful uncertainty. The un-useful is the skittish, fatiguing dimension. The surface of the condition. The useful is the invitation to depth that myth always offers. Because if there’s uncertainty, then we are no longer sure quite what’s the right way to behave. And there’s potential in that, an openness to new forms. We are susceptible to what I call sacred transgression. Not straight-up theft but a recalibrating of taboo to further the making of culture. Let me give you an example of what I mean.

In a Hebridean story I call Cinderbiter, a serpent is wrapped four times around the world. Its head is a few miles offshore from a Scottish island. The only way to appease it has been to supply the creature with sacrifices. To satisfy a killer with killings, goes the stressed-out daytime logic. But this cannot continue, the island is running out of victims. The exhausted islanders are all out of ideas. Sequestered in the drama rests a boy who lies by a fire dreaming. Hearing of the many attempts to meet this peril, the lad uses night intelligence, not day, to save the island.

He steals three things.

He steals his father’s speediest horse.
He steals three embers from an old crone’s fire.
He steals the king’s boat and strangely allows himself to be tipped into the belly of the beast. He then locates the liver. He cuts the liver open and places the crone’s embers inside. The serpent then ejects the boy and dies flamboyantly. As he collapses, his teeth become the Faroe, Shetland, and Orkney Islands, and his liver becomes the still smoking island we call Iceland.

Cinderbiter’s unconventional instincts save the day. His transgressions, forged in his dreaming state, have a genius that the islanders can only gawp at. And we swiftly move from a story of insurmountable dread to a creation story: the formation of the Scottish Islands and Iceland. It’s a refreshing narrative and only possible with openness to unexpected approaches. The warriors have been dealing with the outside of the situation, but Cinderbiter navigates it from the inside.

So when we face uncertainty, we should be open to the quixotic and the unconventional. Culturally we need to be Cinderbiters at a moment like this. It’s the Cinderbiter in us that would query the word “uncertainty” anyway. So, let’s re-imagine it.... (cont reading...)

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Navigating the Mysteries – Martin Shaw

As we walk our questions into a troubled future, storyteller and mythologist Martin Shaw invites us to subvert today's voices of certainty and do the hard work of opening to mystery.

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