{"id":1091,"date":"2024-05-04T15:53:29","date_gmt":"2024-05-04T20:53:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/occulturalcontext\/?p=1091"},"modified":"2024-05-04T15:53:29","modified_gmt":"2024-05-04T20:53:29","slug":"taking-another-drink-from-the-fountain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/occulturalcontext\/2024\/05\/taking-another-drink-from-the-fountain\/","title":{"rendered":"Taking Another Drink From The Fountain"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>
Back in 2006, I was a new father and was in the final stages of my dissertation on occult initiation rituals. My hermetic magickal group had just broken up a few years prior and I was publishing articles and book chapters on comics, Buffy<\/em>, and other pop culture items. I was in the movie theater seeing the new Darren Aronofsky film, The Fountain<\/em>, starring Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weisz. At the time, Aronofsky was relatively fresh off the success of his disturbing but groundbreaking indie classic, Requiem For A Dream<\/em>. My interest in Aronofsky, however, was based on my love for his debut film, the black and white exploration of numbers, Kabbalah, and obsession, Pi<\/em>.<\/p>\n
For me, having recently lost some important people in my life, and still traumatized by the birth and three month struggle for survival of my severely premature daughter (now a 1st year college student), I was emotionally vulnerable watching a movie about death, loss, grief, and hanging on too long. I remember my experience was significantly affected by noticing an elderly gentleman, sitting by himself, openly weeping behind me during the film. We struck up a conversation afterwards and he related to me that he had lost his wife due to cancer some time ago and the film really hit home for him.<\/p>\n
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