There is a certain majesty to taking flight.
Whether it be to hunt or to flee, the power to lift one’s self from the ground, from two-dimensional thinking, has enchanted and captivated Two-Legs since prehistory.
Did you know the word “shaman” means “sky walker?” Hence George Lucas had done his homework when he named the last Jedi “SkyWalker,” and don’t bother me with these idiotic spinoffs and ripoffs, if you haven’t figured out by now I’m a traditionalist, you’re simply not paying attention.
I’m in a mood today, can you tell?
No matter the culture, no matter the mythos, all deities who were completely non-human have had the gift of flight. Even sea, ocean, and earth-based gods and goddesses could take to the air when need arose.
Now anybody with a credit card can take to the air in a matter of minutes. Or if you’d rather not drive to an airport, go see your local pharmacopist and get a bag.
But flight? True flight? The lifting of the body? The lifting of the body to the point one can abandon it and explore unknown, otherwise forbidden realms?
Oh, there is a glory there.
The great joy is anyone can have a taste, a few less can manifest it, and fewer still can maintain it once achieved.
Care to learn how?
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