Making spiritual sense of the Assassin’s Creed
I awoke as I do on weekday mornings around 6 am. I struggle to rouse myself in the week so in my bid to reclaim it I decided to get up. It remains dark until around 7 30 am. It was a fresh morning as was yesterday and less traffic noise than the weekday. I bargained with myself that if I have gotten myself together by 9 am I would walk the 3 miles from the village to the Quaker meeting. I walked out the door at two minutes past 9 and continued on.
Not sure what it is about Sundays but it seems proper to bid others as I pass a “Morning” to which they all responded.
The Meetinghouse was cold so it wasn’t until the last 15 minutes that I emptied my pockets and took off my shoes, a routine I practice most Sundays. I guess those acts symbolise an emptying of myself and an acknowledgement that I am in the presence.
William Penn coined the phrase, “Silence is to the soul what sleep is to the body” and so a Quaker Meeting for Worship (MfW) can feel like sleep as in was it a good one or not so good. Today I didn’t settle until at least halfway through and I struggled to become one with the meeting. I did, as frequently happens, fall into that half-sleep half-awake state that they call hypnagogia. I always wonder when I bring myself back to a conscious awake whether I said something without knowing like happens in sleep talking.
I watched the Assassin’s Creed last night. I forever have had a draw to the mysterious, the supernatural, secret orders so when I saw the Assassin’s Creed listed last night I yielded to the box in the corner of the room.
So there was I in the Quaker meeting trying to spiritualise last night’s film.
It can feel that we are in a war with those who seek to oppress us and even silence us. It may not be with knives and guns but power in the hands of an adversary can potentially devastate. Unless you adhere to a code that fears no evil, whose weapons are spiritual and you find yourself one amongst many. Every time they strike you turn it to good.
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