. . .the topic of conversation at dinner at the Soma cafe. In particular, for my friend and I, the archetypes and faces of the gods are the topics of conversation.
Hearing others speak at other tables its time and matter, reality, real or unreal.
We’re in Ubud at an organic restaurant named after the sacred drink of the gods. A place where the owner plays a mantra on his Saxophone to drive away bad vibes.
A place where he leaves a nest up in the chandelier because “the birds were here first” and welcomes his friends to join spontaneous jam sessions.
This is Bali where they make offerings every day and drench the air with silent prayers and incense.
It’s no wonder the topic of conversation is God. God is everywhere and described in a different way at every table.
My friend and I are talking about how to work with the archetypes, how to make room for growth. How to determine what to do next, how to orientate life.
The conversation takes a dozen or so turns.
At its heart is a fork in the road, Moksha or Individuation. A choice will have to be made, to detach from the world or to embrace it.
To dissolve into God or to live and shape It.
