My uncle loved Halloween and he would put his Zombie on the front porch to freak out the kids when it lifted its head. It was in his jokes and humor that he left his wisdom to me. When kids used to come to our South Main Street door, I let the zombie work its magic. The idea was to scare the demons off. But in the last few years, the demons and monsters have stopped coming to my door. I gave my zombie to my son who still has demons and monsters to scare.
Halloween is a strange holiday or social ritual, I would say, that both keep candy and costumes a booming industry, but is also a favorite for kids and adults to get out of everyday character.
But like all social rituals, there is a deeper meaning hiding behind the costumes. My Zen point of view sees Halloween metaphorically. The demons and monsters coming to my door are my own negative states of mind. I welcome them. I give my fears some candy. And then they leave.
The parade of memories, negative and positive, to my door all come home to rest in peace. I give my grievances, my fears and hopes some candy and a welcoming smile. When I welcome my fearsome monsters, they turn into innocent children.
But the demons and monsters have stopped coming to my door now. They have gone to a more candy abundant neighborhood. My son can lose his head to frighten them away. For me, I just going to watch TV. The monsters no longer come to my door.
While Halloween is a social holiday, it is an ancient holiday where the ghosts of our past can be welcomed home and rest in peace. But in our consumer culture, the night of the Demons is turned into an orgy on sweets and shopping for costumes. Nevertheless, there is some liberation to be found here from the demons that haunt us. Just give them candy and a smile, and BAM! the monsters turn into innocent children. We are all innocent children afraid of monsters on the bedroom wall.