Brothers and Sisters of Zen Boozeism,
Candlemas is not a well known holiday these days but it was once an important time for many cultures and peoples. For example, the Gaelic folks celebrated it as the start of spring, which is the time of the year when people go from being afraid of starving to death to being terrified of being eaten by bears.
The Catholics use this day to celebrate the feast of St. Blase, who was some sort of doctor, but not a witch or hoo-doo doctor. The traditional way of marking this day is to go to church and have a blessing put upon your throat by the priest man. Weird stuff for sure, but everybody’s different.
How do the followers of Zen Boozism celebrate this day you may ask?
Thank you for asking. A booze wizard, if they so choose, might want to spend this day meditating and pondering the mysteries of the throat.
The throat is a wonderful organ, capable of making noises and perfect for pouring booze down. You can’t sing or drink or do a lot of things without a throat. It’s important.
The throat is responsible for the ability to speak. Speaking, or out loud thinking, is a double edged sword and something to discuss another time. The opposite of speaking is not speaking, also known as being silent. Sometimes it’s called “shutting up” and knowing when to do it is just as important as knowing how to speak.
The path of the Booze Wizard employs the power of booze to bring oneself into contact with different, often undesirable, aspects of one’s self. Once the operator has imbibed enough booze, the inner truth will begin to seep out, spilling into the thoughts and words of the Booze Wizard. A skilled or lucky Zen Boozist will use these revelations to better themselves in some small way and in such a manner, over time, the Operator becomes free of soul muck and able to truly live life in all its glory and splendor.
So today, should you feel inclined, pour yourself a glass of truth. Drink it. Do it again. Wait a bit and do it one more time. Once you’ve done that, think about your throat. Think about silence. Think about words. Think about how you use and misuse both of these wonderful gifts.
Or don’t. I’m not here to tell you what to do.
As Always I Remain,
Alchemist of the Blues