My first blog for FATE Magazine...
~ What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
It boots not to resist both wind and tide. ~
October 13, 2009 arrived with optimistic bright sunrise and cloudless sky... a perfect autumn day that inspires one to totter about their garden and muse on what next spring’s planting season might inspire. In the act of laying flowerbeds to rest for the winter I’m given to ponder the introductory blog that I plan to post on FATE Magazine later in the day (this very epistle than I’m now penning and you will eventually be reading). How shall I introduce myself to the readers of a magazine that I have randomly been aware of for the last 50 or so years? Perhaps a brief rumination about the idea of “fate” itself would be appropriate.
Whenever the word fate arrives in conversation (or inner dialogue) it betokens a veering off and subsequent examination of the idea of destiny, control and the inevitable outcome to situations by a higher authority, whether that be some omnipotent being or an invisible yet immutable force that unfolds in mathematical progression or the unrealized laws of physics. Is there such a thing as fate and, as Will Shakespeare was wont to imagine, are we subject and victim to it?
Looking to Wiki, I’m edified to learn, “Modern usage defines fate as a power or agency that predetermines and orders the course of events. Fate is used in regard to the finality of events as they have worked themselves out... and that same sense of finality, projected into the future to become the inevitability of events as they will work themselves out, is Destiny.” If that be so, humankind is reduced to the role of marionettes; puppets playing to the tune of “The Force”... and the Force would seem to be akin to Alice’s Mad Hatter or John the Apostle on retreat at Patmos (where he apparently had gotten hold of some bad acid). An unseen gamer manipulating all of us on a cosmic PlayStation. Dang!
Tidal waves, crashing asteroids, earthquakes and alien abductions... the Illuminati and government cabals. Confronted with the idea of a Universal Madness that is in control of my life, being inescapable and terminal, I rebel and seek something that might bring solace to my bruised ego. Am I not master of my soul? There must be a greater meaning to life... and it has to reveal itself once summoned, I reason. After all, look at all those reports of hauntings and voices from across the River Styx shared with the greater world by psychics and shamans, mystics and visionaries.
Digging deeper in the cyber-library I came across my frequent mentor, Ralph Waldo Emerson, who struck a cord (again) with this tidbit... “Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.” ~ Karma! ~ Or, as the man from the Galilee said (according to Galatians), “Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”
Is this Fate? One or a dozen (or more) past lives exerting influence in this moment in time, arranging our dance card and orchestrating a waltz through space and time? Did we elect to forget our nefarious deeds done in the 12th or 15th Century only to have the intention and desire of who we were then trap us in the present moment? Perhaps so... And what about larger events, like 2012 and Armageddon? A collective decision to hit the “reset button” on the human experience?
Entertaining ideas and food for thought. I suppose that is what my blog has suddenly become, for the time being. A series of ruminations about whether we are “fated” or not and how that might look from various angles. I invite you, the reader, to offer your thoughts and pose questions that we might use as tennis-balls over the next few weeks or months to amuse ourselves with as we wait to see what FATE has in store for us.
Megwich (Thank you for hearing me: Potawatomi)