Robert Fripp

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Wednesday 14 April 2004

The Basement Chateau Belewbeloid Rising


The Basement, Chateau Belewbeloid.

Rising at 06.06 after laying awake for some time.

While still in bed, I found myself reflecting on the Resurrection. The Lord is risen! as essence-brother Peter, now a deacon in the Russian Orthodox Church, calls out when he answers the telephone following Easter. I called his wife Jo this past Sunday and was met with the lord is rising! And now there are 40 days of celebration.

Mel Gibson's Passion graphically addresses his vision of the immediate proceeding. The power, for me, is not so much in the crucifixion as how it was transformed. In another context, perhaps it might be said that the greater the seeming disadvantage, the greater the possible advantage.

We begin again. And we begin again, again.

No one who has any sense of themselves can rest, for long, in seeing what they are; noticing their impulses, motivations & the mechanics of their life. Now, there is hope. I don't find the notion, of a once-and-for-all payment for the human race's failings, to be particularly helpful. The Dude did The Gig, and now I am redeemed for all time seems more like an invitation to pour another glass of whistle & raise a toast to the work & suffering of someone else.

Something happened in the Easter event, and its effects are well above my frequency range. But what I do receive is, more like, an invitation to participate in an ongoing process. Taking up the cross is part of it, one stage in the process. Now, a different stage of the process is underway. A beginning again. A triumph is being celebrated.