The last couple of weeks have been dominated by news on fake news. Media that hand us deliberately wrong or ideologically driven information. Important and less important people that give us their opinions for facts. Is it new? I don’t think it is, I recognize it from all times. Maybe there is more of it and maybe less hidden. What is true and what isn’t? You might say there is a crack between facts and information. We need our own conscience and perspective to see the truth. But isn’t that also of all times?
Is Christmas true? Was Jesus born on Christmas Day? There is no proof, even no reason to assume that it is. Still, for many people, religious or not, this is an important time that possibly can be traced back to our agrarian, natural living ancestors. For them the time that is upon us now was connected to midwinter and the following full or new moon. The life force had withdrawn into the earth, everything seemed to be dead and still. That was threatening as well, because now also evil forces could appear. Many rituals were carried out to keep them at bay. Traditions like the ringing of bells, blowing midwinter horns and maybe even our new years’ eve fireworks might find their origin in these rituals. On December 21st the sun sits low on the horizon. The ‘dying’ of the sun takes 4 days, on December 25th the new sun is born and the life force begins to grow again. Only after January 6th the days start lengthening visibly. The 12 ‘holy nights’ in between were and are also seen as a time to call on the imagination to gain insights in one’s fate for the coming year through dreams and predictions.
Our early ancestors measured and indicated time through the phases of the moon. The Romans brought us the sun calender. It is peculiar that the difference between the solar and the moon reckoning of time is also nearly 12 days. No calender however has yet been able to synchronise the counting of time with the reality of it. Even in our calender we need a leap day every four years to catch the lost minutes. There is a crack, you might say.
In these days I also experience the crack between how I manifest myself and my real desires and longing. The crack is formed by the pain of who I wish to be and how I block myself at the same time through my shame, fear and inability. It is the pain of my not being perfect that is the key to my longing. It is this pain, this crack that tells me what is fake and what isn’t, if I have the courage to listen and see.
“There is a crack in everything, that is where the light gets in”.