circles

Reading this passage by Aridela:

As it got darker, I heard a pack of coyotes yipping in the distance. I realize my state is a bit more altered than I thought, when I feel that instead of having a sky suspended above me, that I am myself suspended above the sky. Strapped to the earth for now, I hang, but when the earth lets me go I will fall into the heavens like a pool of water. I see a shooting star just below the corona, and it seems to last forever.

While listening to what I found in her post titled A Song to Walk Through I was reminded of the Orphic gold tablet from Pelinna:

Now you have died and now you have been born, thrice blessed one, on this very day. Say to Persephone that Bakchios himself freed you. A bull you rushed to milk. Quickly, you rushed to milk. A ram you fell into milk. You have wine as your fortunate honor. And rites await you beneath the earth, just as the other blessed ones.

One school of thought is that the milk referred to in these lines is the milky way which the hero is baptized in and arises a fire-breathing star in the choir of Dionysos.

I think it’d be more amusing if you actually had to dunk the baby animals in tubs of milk but either way I imagine it’d be a pretty profound rite.

I bet it’d feel a little something like this: