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What constitutes a life and death decision?
Our oh-so-noble leaders surely think they know. “Take this, vote for this, do this!”
My gosh, the urgency.
Incoming spiritual energies point to an increasingly individualized world, where WE must determine what’s worth fighting for.
But what can we use to defend and guide ourselves during this transition?
Our primary tool and weapon is that of DESIRE.
No longer can we fall back on the old standby of rationality, even though totalitarianism is in vogue now at the level of crude consciousness.
In this way, when we free ourselves of societal expectations, we are freeing others, because we are taking down the whole crumbling estate of Utilitarian Control, brick by brick.
Love at the micro level is our greatest chance at demolishing the macro symbols that thrive on perpetuating ignorance—in past posts I’ve called these “chains” or “devil energy” or staying in a prison because it gives you security.
Love—which this winter will exist in a spectrum between violence and tenderness—is the Excalibur sword among all the tools of desire.
Excalibur is a deadly sword of truth. It can be fatal, and myth tells us it should not fall into the hands of an enemy: primarily it is a tool of justice and redemption, so it must be wielded without self-interest.
In the right hands, the Excalibur of love can also tenderly cut away every small chain that holds us and others back.
I’m well aware of the phallic implications of this imagery. Penetrating barriers is both violent and tender.
Truth is erotically terrifying. Have you ever told a lover what you really think they need to be happy?
This is the mix we’re faced with now: somehow we can be both dragon and king in one, as we go through this transformative transition known as the winter Final Exam.
Every old monster in lore hates love—typically they live in caves or the deep sea—because love slices through control and greed. The monster is usually guarding some territory, border or treasure.
But again, we’re back to the same question: do we, the loving liberators, also guard some territory? Do we want something out of our love—or do we just give it?
Tenderness awakens our Sleeping Beauty, and it also awakens some gentleness in us the kisser.
We end up receiving the thing we give. Karma.
Yet from another perspective, Sleeping Beauty is the lusty Belle that also awakens the questing lust of the Beast.
Primal. Uncontrollable. Dangerous. A deep shared NEED between the predator and prey.
There is no distinct metric here to determine whether you are a good or bad actor going into our winter Final Exam. Some people will see you as a monster, that’s just the nature of the energy.
And maybe they have a point.
Try as we might to be one-pointed and pure, there’s always a drop of aggressive eroticism in the most tender desire.
We have desires because we want an outcome. Truth turns us on.
Ruin Nation
But we must ask: Is that really a bad thing?
In the drama that’s coming, both parties have a point—and yet, neither do at the same time.
Things cancel out in the shadowlands of desire. This is the afterlife of rationality—an emotional or astral realm of karmic justice. Pure balance.
One can act without guilt and shame, knowing that everything is layered with complexity, but can be cut through with desire.
Again, the Excalibur of desire is as blunt and simple-minded as it is precise. It penetrates. It cuts. It simply accepts itself as erotically terrifying. It changes you, makes you more human.
Power inspires awe in others, and that awe inspires the holder of power to cultivate responsibility or commitment.
Find the courage to act with tenderness towards the object of your desire, knowing full well you could violently crush it just like the monster you despise, in a fit of lust for control and engineered outcomes.
Recognize, too, that this violent impulse is perhaps a mirror: How innocent is your object of desire? Isn’t the passive prey of Sleeping Beauty one step from becoming the active lusty Belle, roving in search of her Beast?
Through courage we may give second chances to ourselves and those we care for, because we recognize that a primal unruly monster exists in both of us.
What comes after a second (or third, etc.) chance granted? Well, it’s like asking what comes after life.
The future does—and futures now exist at the individual level. We commit to what we want, not what society tells us to want.
The days of mass coordinated futures—these are over.
Our tools of desire are starting to be examined now personally, because they’re too unwieldly for the consumer matrix to coordinate.
One season of your life is better than anything you’ve seen on Netflix, more complicated than any stock market fluctuation, deeper than any government investigation.
Even our oh-so-noble leaders groan at the prospect of making sense of our irrational desires, our compulsions for certain people, places and things. You can hear the exasperation in their voices.
But no, we choose our own paths now. Multiple patches of meaning, all across the globe. We are society now. Society is no longer some mass media-driven apparatus.
Sure, every bit of information is apparently at our fingertips. Pixels conveying every type of body can surge across our retinas.
And yet one pure tender drop of irrational desire will cause the whole system to violently glitch—it is the one incalculable variable.
Love cannot be accounted for, engineered, predicted, controlled. It jams up all the works. It’s an inscrutable symbol in a world of false choices—a 23 in a world of A and B and C.
As tender desire wreaks havoc on the old supply chains of meaning, millions sit in the ruins—confused, hoping to patch up What Once Was.
That’s too bad: we’re headed to the afterlife of the Old World now, peering into our next incarnation, somewhere in the New.
The future can be ours—if we decide to journey there.
And this is why cosmic energy is taking the form of a test now.
A reckoning with the past. A clearing out. Taking stock.
Do you want to stay in a certain niche of the Old? Do you want the danger of the New? Can you bring something or someone of the past with you into the future? Will that require forgiveness, understanding, a second chance?
Questions for your Final Exam.
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