Arthaus: Emotional catharsis

 Arthaus: Day Fourteen



Day fourteen

What is autonomy to you? The neutral mask asks you to be autonomous. Autonomy manifests itself differently in different age groups. Autonomy for a 20 year old may be financial autonomy, and for an 80 year old it might be autonomy from death. Think about what it means to you now. And relate it to the mask.

I had no clue. I knew I had to think about autonomy and relive the story again. Relive Baldur's story??!?! That's impossible! I could not go through another death this week. I looked at the mask, and for the first time I saw chaos. There are so many imprints on it, and I tried to map out my journey to the mask, but it came out staggered. I leaned in and tapped on the inside of the mask, listening to it. I could reverse time. I put the mask on. There was vibration in the air.

The energy was a low hum, and I was not inspired to get up. So I sat there, and felt an almost motherly affection. So I cradled Baldur's head in my arms. Perhaps your image has matured overnight, perhaps your story has changed. Freya began singing a lullaby. And as it went on, her rage resurfaced. WHO DARES TO TAKE MY SON FROM ME?! She challenged divinity, she yelled out to fate, and raged at the elements, throwing up the mud now caked with Baldur's blood, as though trying to mold Baldur back to life.

Baldur sat up. This would not do. I want to live. I want to live! I reached for the spear and began to pull. And pull. And I roared at the heavens as I pulled it free of my chest, gasped and fell on all fours. It wasn't enough. I took the spear and flung it back towards fate. I was alive! The richness of my voice restored, I cried out with newfound strength. I am alive, with the knowledge of death, and I am invincible, but also not. Stephanie would say that my body changed at this point. I cried out with joy, and then began laughing at the cosmic comic tragedy. Baldur fell to his knees.

And then Fate stepped in. She offered her hand to Baldur, and then the other to Freya. And watched as they both embraced. It was a family reunion.

At some point in the day, I saw a methodical war goddess. Stephanie was channelling it for the group.

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8/2/19 12:21 AM

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