It might be the confusing accretion of jet lag from way too many time zones but I was beginning to feel like the grinch of Halloween. Asking around the New York office on Friday afternoon, I was assured I wouldn't need to buy candy because kids don't go trick or treating all that much on Manhattan because it's "too dangerous" (in Chelsea??).
Like many opinions about New York expressed by those who don't live there, this turned out to be incorrect. I could not physically get back into the building such was the crush of children parading down the street. Although, my colleagues were technically correct that no one came to my door. This is because each building appears to nominate a matriarch to stand at the bottom of the stoop and shovel large volumes of candy into expectant buckets with all the pace and efficiency of a factory worker.
So despite several invites I did nothing on Halloween. Nothing. Once I got back into the apartment, I stayed there, watched YouTube videos and went to bed early (only to rise at 4am). Oh, I also watched The Culture High which is highly recommended. The Archonology series and the Apocalypse Pharmaka series come together in the shadow state's total control of the drug trade... it's its continuing source of funding and the reason why the western 'health' industry is pretty much fully archonic at this point in time. Drugs and health are where both these lines of research intersect with each other and your own life. (The positive side of this is taking control of your own health is the fastest and most effective route out of Official Reality.)
I'm not that bothered about not doing anything on Halloween for several reasons.
- Seasonality tells us absolutely nothing about the nature of reality on a cosmic level.
- Celebrating seasonality in the twenty first century appears to amount to little more than adding cinnamon to things.
- The biosphere is highly dysfunctional as a result of human impact on its systems from both pollution and the deliberate engineering of weather. Amusingly, we are being told that America and western Europe are going to have a 'very cold winter' because of some snow somewhere in Siberia and if you believe that I have a bridge to sell you. Just like last winter, the cold will be used as an excuse for a much lower GDP print. (Apparently it was the hottest Halloween in London since forever. The climate is now somebody's light switch.)
If I needed more evidence that this isn't your grandfather's harvest festival, I got it at one of the conferences that has brought me to town; where I ate a salad whose recipe had been devised by an artificial intelligence. (It was excellent.) Elon Musk may well be correct in surmising that humanity is nothing more than the boot loader for AI and it will be it that becomes the interstellar 'species'. (I am surprisingly okay with this.)
Here is something I learned from an audiobook while waiting in Departures at Auckland airport. For the Roman Empire, 'harvest' began in March in the Middle East and continued around the Mediterranean Basin and up into northwest Europe, ending around now in Britannia. And the emperor, after consulting auguries, determined what the tax would be for each territory the January before harvest. Basically, the Romans had their carved pumpkins out for half the year. So much the 'the Wheel'.
But perhaps the main reason I am not that bothered about staying in on Halloween is that it is really more of a tide, anyway. Having All Souls fall on a Saturday only compounded it. So I did my surprisingly successful ancestor work in my AirBnB apartment yesterday. Should make for an interesting review: "the apartment was more than adequate for necromancy. Would stay again." After the rum and the candles, I took my Dead out with my living for what turned out to be a pretty fucking loose evening, all told, as you can see.
Here is an inexplicably long video I took of the bar dancers. This wasn't even the strippiest place we ended up. So I had a very 'accidental Ghede' All Souls/All Saints crossover. And perhaps it's just the blogs I follow, but looking out across these internets, I see a pleasing deprioritisation of the twee seasonal overlay in favour of the older, underlying and ultimately more important component of the tide: the Dead. (Can we borrow Elon Musk's phrasing and say Wicca turned out to be nothing but the boot loader for actual witchcraft?)
I am a lot happier about this development than I am about the amount of money I spent last night. But that's how it goes. Spirits gonna spirit. Besides... death and taxes and all that.
Happy Halloween, kids.