The Cricket's Call

In the midst of all the heat lately, an old memory resurfaced concerning our diminutive friend, the common cricket. It's little-known nowadays, but various ancient cultures seem to have held this critter in rather high regard. I first became aware of that fact when I stumbled across the following passage written by a modern mystic (Samael Aun Weor):

"According to the Aztec language, the word Chapultepec means the following: Chapul or chapulin means “cricket” and Tepec “hill.” Therefore, the Aztec word Chapultepec must be defined as, “The Hill of the Cricket.”

In ancient Rome, during the time of the Caesars, the cricket was sold in golden cages at a very high price. In Mexico City, at the Museum of Anthropology and History there exists a very interesting picture related to the teachings that were taught to the Aztec Nobility and Priests in their secret temples.

In this picture, we see two individuals floating over the Hill of Chapultepec. A chirping cricket appears at the summit of the hill. Next to this scene, a floating human face appears; from the mouth emerges two waves of light which symbolize the chirping of the cricket, or in other words, the symbol for the monotonous and sharp sound of the cricket that the two people who are floating over the foothill must produce in order to penetrate into the temple."

~ from Aztec Christic Magic (2009 edition)

Not sure if you caught what's being said here, but basically there's a probable link between the sound these insects make and certain rituals involving lucid dreaming.

Given such insight, Yours Truly proceeded to compose a playful poetic canticle, featuring those 'chirpers' as its source of inspiration. Ladies and Gentlemen (et al), Obsidian Eagle presents:

The Cricket's Call

Amid August somnolence;

Cicadas seethe by sunlight

But at nighttime, crickets chirp.

Nocturnal chorus basking

In the heatwave aftermath

Awakens wizards for the witching hour...

Roused astral bodies astir within interzone —

Early morning moths latch onto silver cords

And raise us above our finite failings!

Unladen from Earthly burden

Mortal coil may be transmuted

To enact any empyrean alchemy.

As applause brings Tinker Bell back alive

Peter Pan flies to Neverland again

Liberating youth eternal.

Likewise, the blue faerie brought Pinocchio to life

Yet only old Jiminy can vouch for his virtue.

This 'real boy' is a dreamer of utmost extremes!

* Originally published 19/08/16 at the author's own blog [the current edition being an expanded revision]: