The 21st of December has come and gone, and the
Mayan Calendar has ended. Having never
been one to subscribe to end time prophecies I am not particularly surprised
that we are all still here. I have never
been able to give serious credence to the idea that the world would destroy
itself to get rid of the insignificant likes of us. As a Pagan who believes that the Goddess is
the world and the world is the Goddess the idea of Her suicide is ludicrous to
the point of being incomprehensible. As
a sometime student of Christianity – largely for self protection – The Book of
Revelations seems to me to be much like a journal that was passed from lunatic
to lunatic as a crude form of Occupational Therapy in an ancient asylum and
cannot be taken seriously.
Still I have no doubt that there is more than one way for the world to end. I have said before and will say again that I believe that we are leaving a Dark Age and moving into a new Renaissance where the light of consciousness will serve the common good. Not indirectly or incidentally as was the case with the first Renaissance before the nuanced understanding of freedom and diversity. Instead it will be sweeping and profound, involving anyone who is interested in giving up their old thought forms.
Still I have no doubt that there is more than one way for the world to end. I have said before and will say again that I believe that we are leaving a Dark Age and moving into a new Renaissance where the light of consciousness will serve the common good. Not indirectly or incidentally as was the case with the first Renaissance before the nuanced understanding of freedom and diversity. Instead it will be sweeping and profound, involving anyone who is interested in giving up their old thought forms.
The American architect, Louis Sullivan said, “Form follows
function.” It is clear to anyone who
thinks deeply about the world around them that most of our forms no longer
function. They are eroded, corroded and
bastardized by every manner of corruption.
We have lost our way and whether we know it or not are wondering in the
darkness. The fear, frustration and
panic that we feel is the collective unconscious knocking on the door of
perception and screaming, “Open up. It
is time for the next leap. I have much
to tell and show you.”
I believe that locked in the collective unconscious with
Jung’s primary archetypes, including the Shadow, are the pure ideals on which
our forms rest - Love, Faith, not necessarily in a God, Peace, Truth and
Justice. The last three are
polluted. Peace is unprofitable and
therefore unattainable. Truth is
relative and disposable and therefore unreliable. Justice is pimped through the laws created
and distorted by legislators and politicians of every stripe until like an old
whore the blind lady limps around behind anyone who might give her the price of
a meal for one more humiliation, and is therefore unidentifiable.
Love and Faith have been disfigured and compromised by
commerce to such an extent that they are nearly meaningless as unspoiled
expressions of the dignity of the human soul.
Many Pagans view love, both romantic and collective, through the image
of the Great Aphrodite, Goddess of Universal Love. Via the contrivance of greed and shallow
thought she has become a cosmic bimbo with augmented breast, cheek implants and
the IQ of a guppy. Her only universal
aspect is an unqualified desire to fall into every bed in existence. Faith is a bargaining chip in a high stakes card
game. The pot isn’t money it is political
power. The right God, the right church
and the right “values” are critical in amassing political authority, and in
fact are a litmus test rigorously monitored by the unscrupulous who lead the
unthinking blindly to the polls election season after election season.
Taken all together it is a god-damned mess, and one that is
becoming increasing unbearable for thinking people who see life as a path to
enlightenment and a higher consciousness.
The energy which so many of us have felt, are feeling, will begin to
feel – sadly for some will never feel – is building day by day, betrayal by
betrayal, lie by lie, bullet by bullet toward implosion. Although we may perceive the anticipated leap
of consciousness as taking a fair amount of time in our reckoning, this
bloodless coup will clear away old worn-out ideas and shatter form relics with
the relative speed and intensity of a great storm; yet, without a single shot
being fired, a single grenade being thrown or a single explosive charge being
detonated. That in and of itself will be
a mighty leap forward.
