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Kalends of April/All Fools’ Day/Fortuna Virilis/Loki

Today it is socially permissible to play tricks and practical jokes until noon. April 1 is the classic Festival of Fools, ruled over by the Norse trickster god Loki. It is also the Roman women’s festival of Fortuna Virilis, seeking good relations with men and ruled over by Venus.

The Pagan Book Of Days, Nigel Pennick

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Slick Tricksters – Lawrence S. Pertillar

Believing themselves to be equipped,
With a kind of wit that makes them slick…
They appear from nowhere,
Out from the woodwork…
To show their aging routines.

As if slick tricksters…
Assuming as they once did,
The ones they wish to ‘do’…
Have no clue what they are up to!

And their immaturity they believe,
Is not in full view.
To once again…
Undermine and defame,
One’s character to put to shame.

And these ‘kids’ masquerading as adults,
Are all over the place.
Be careful.
Or you just might find yourself,
Tripping over their toys.
Placed to trap to entertain their laughter.

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The carnal soul’s food is seeds of evil—
Sow them, and they grow and grow irresistibly.
The cow cannot sing like the nightingale:
Lucid intelligence knows nothing of the taste of drunkenness.
The wolf cannot breed the beauty of Joseph’s face:
The peacock could never lay a serpent’s eggs.
Don’t you see the carnal soul has stolen every life
And mirrors for you a theater of false tomorrows?
The whole of life is now, is today, is the eternal moment.
Never listen, promise me, to the promises of this trickster.
Untie the knot of existence and reign in your fantasies
So you can at last escape the tyrannical false self.
You say you long for musk? Then find the plain
Where the gazelles of Tartary roam and feed.

— Rumi

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T.S., if I could find words to type out your laugh here, I would. Unleashed, that one thing in its True power could trip and fell all of what holds us in, beats us down, keeps us from our Beauty.  Thank you for it.

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“This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and attend them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.”

— Rumi

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