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And Easter here again,
A time for the blind to see.
Easter, surely now can
All of your hearts be free.

"Easter", Marillion (1989)

Christmas in the streets, Easter at home! In 2020, the church bells might return to rum but not to Rome since they never left because of the lock-down.

Whether it's all about commemorating the resurrection of Christ after his crucifixion, the exodus of the Jews fleeing the oppression of the Pharaohs or a Pagan festival in tribute to Ostara, the goddess of fertility, this year there won't be any celebration of this long-turned commercial annual rite — to which every first Sunday following the full moon after the spring equinox the ignorant good sheople that we are comply. And this is good news because it was high time for humanity to pass over. Incidentally, the Latin equivalent of Easter (Eostae from the Anglo-Saxon goddess of Spring), pascha is derived from Hebrew pessah and the verb pasah which means “to pass over” (transcend). 

And from Easter/Ostara to the Parcae of Roman mythology, there's only a thread of life. But there's more...

For those who don't know, the three Parcae (a Latin word meaning “to spare”), also called the Fates, are the female personifications of human destiny from birth to death. They are presented as spinners weaving the thread of life, measuring it and cutting it. You get the hint now?

It would appear that it's a unique opportunity for us to go down the white rabbit hole in search for all the Easter eggs of truth which have been hidden from us. Follow the grin of the Cheschire Cat, that will lead you straight to the den of the Mad Hatter and you could be in for a big surprise when you find out he was actually the wisest of them all. But make sure to serve from the Heart if you don't want to lose your head for the Queen is a sore loser and will try her best to cut it off.^†

Ey@el