Going to October

Going to October, North America, offers the allure of the golden years of life. Ripe fruits and vegetables of harvest ease worry of dealing with winters strife.

Yet, the riches once imagined of the golden time of year, or the golden age of years, often elicits uneasy fears and even the skies have tears.

The annual trip of the Earth round the sun releases atmospheric rivers that rain. Tears from the sky mark a year is ending, and the next may not be the same.

The days  become shorter, as do years when you age. A year spans 1/10 of the first decade, and 1/100 for the 10th decade stage.

 In October, the heavens open and the spirits of the deceased roam. October marks All Hallow’s Eve and the Day of the Dead now in air, ground and catacomb.

Upon entering October, garlic is planted to ward of any vampire. Life draining ghosts, ghouls and spirits wander, making the situation dire.

Those who have lost their pulse are remembered as pulse crops are boiled. Descendents acknowledge the deceased ancestors who have toiled.

Agricultural matriarchs became associated with serpents and witches around   4000 BC, when Hittite Maryannu war-men nomads we said to enslave, exploit and expropriate all female products they could see.

In October, the feast of Demeter, changed to honouring Apollo and Dionysius,  during Pyanopsia. Indian legends  of  serpents drinking a sleepers breath occur during the cornucopia.

The church offered the feasts of All saints and Souls so we might not feel dread. But there is no stopping October from bringing thoughts of the dead.

In October, ghost lights  appear as Naga fireballs  and phosphorescent glowing fire worms breed under the full moon as their energy transforms.

 In October, 1898, H.G. Wells suggested aliens came when the War of the Worlds erupted. In October 1941,  Project Twinkle and Grudge at Los Alamos said green lights were natural and not alien corrupted.

During the dark days in October, low frequencies of light hit the Purkinje fibers of the eyes rods, changing amino acid sequences,  altering the heart of life, that with itself, is at odds.

In October, plants change colours as they eke out the last of what they can from light. Mankind is powerless, as it moves beyond separation, domination or competition, as if by a sprite.

October encourages gratitude for what was a time of plenty. October elicits nostalgia, knowing the upcoming months promise a cold void that is empty.

In October, as embers of the golden light of the sun lowers in the sky, we are reminded of warm memories and that life will continue even after we die.