I think there is a quote in a book that said something like ‘first they will steal the words then they will change their meaning’. I thought it was Orwell’s 1984 but I cant find a reference to that.
But the point remains that words, or more importantly the meaning of words, can get manipulated.
And this is sinister because spirit lives in words and by changing the meaning the spirit can be lost. How could we remember the Dodo if that word ceased to exist?
A good example of this is the word ‘anarchist’. For many that word conjures up images of rioting, violence and lawlessness. But that word simply means without a ruler or master (Greek – a/an = without, archon = ruler or master).
I think if the connotation matched up to the original meaning, or the spirit of the word, there would be far more anarchists among us.
Another, the word ‘stoic’ which now has the meaning of emotionless but the essence of the stoic is to have mastered the art of managing their emotions. Big difference.
And the same goes for ‘feral’. Not diseased, malnourished, savage beasts. But those that choose to be FREE.
Those that have cut the chords of materialism and unconscious consumerism.
Those who have detached from the toxic traditions that perpetuate suffering and violence.
Wild and wise. Harmonic with nature. Elemental.
Understanding that which is sacred, and that which is not.
Guardians of Balance.
Cleansed from the poisons that hide in distractions, convenience and complacency.
And sharing the frequency of Gaia. And who will protect her, the divine and their freedom, with great ferocity.
Welcome to the Temple of the Feral.