There is a primordial darkness inwoven with the love theme in this February 14 date: not the dark of ‘evil’ but the power of Autumn’s death, providing life energy for Spring. We forget that heartsy Hallmark holidays of kitch and commercialism root down to ancient pagan feasts. Valentine’s Day, May Day, Halloween, Christmas, Groundhog’s Day, are the sentimental echos of primordial rites – Lupercal, Beltane, Samhain, Soltstice, Yule and Imbolc – rites not only imbibing the sunlight, but quaffing the nectars of earth.
With Victorian efficiency, our valentines suppress the Lupercal sacred to Pan, whom we have emasculated, and Wolf-Mother Goddess, whom we have spayed. Perhaps it is time to abandon the choir loft and remember, in each Spring flower, the dead poet Jesus, who turned wine into blood, not sugar.
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