Blister: Our Long, Final Season on Earth by Willi Paul
"To me ritual is the sacred art of stopping, listening and being. Whether we gather as a group to celebrate and connect, to share the inspiration of tribe or dance in the insanity of personal connection and vision. Ritual allows the humdrum of perceived normality to collapse beneath delicious connection as we reach out to our inspiration, to our ancestors and the spirits of place. Ritual is that place outside of time where we express the connection between tribe and land." Kris Hughes
Please don't tell me the seasons are gone?
is a subdivision of the year, marked by changes in weather, ecology, and hours of daylight. Seasons result from the yearly revolution of the Earth around the Sun and the tilt of the Earth's axis relative to the plane of revolution. In temperate and polar regions, the seasons are marked by changes in the intensity of sunlight that reaches the Earth's surface, variations of which may cause animals to go into hibernation or to migrate, and plants to be dormant."
In a very few years, when the planet is de-oiled, super-parched, and seed toxic, our Gaian lover will turn into an unforgiving "blister master", and the notion of four romantic seasons
, including the fall harvest and the Thanksgiving celebration, will be deleted from our post-digital brains.
The Endless Dry Season
Given that the traditional four seasons are tied to the Growing Cycle: Composting, Seed Planting, Weeding / Watering and Harvest, a dry parched planet will no longer express or support this organic dance. A terrifying mono season is coming that is only dry and hot. Any artistic ritual that boils up from this egg fry might include displays of shedding, cave dwelling and theatric stages with mock cooling winds.
A Sun-torched planet will cook our eyes, ears, throats and skin forcing us to "hide from the fireball", the Blister Season will force mankind to hunt and peek under cooler Moon-enlightened spaces. If inter-community war is still needed to capture resources, Blister will make obtaining and stock piling water the end game.
Blister Season Mythology?
With Nature out of the spiritual equation, the Blister season will be separated in two camps: scavengers vs. resourcers. Since there are no seasons to guide Post-Chaos Era
human farming and soul searching, only survival stories and clubs will rule. This tricky and final dry chapter in our ritual evolution could exterminate mythology
all together, given that we use it so infrequently today anyway.
Moon glow lipstick and hand printed cave symbols will not save you here.
is always directed to securing the well-being of both the community and the individual." Seasonal rituals assume that life is a "series" of leases that must be renewed each year."