We can all think up of millions of potential nightmare dystopias, selling them as great movies rife with serious attitude, yet we dare to charm our spirits with a future that brings Earth up to Heaven. We live and thrive on the thrill of change, but when we doubt that same Magic we worship, we castrate our Divinity and throw it to the Four Winds…as the World weeps in destitution until it can bear no more, snapping like a rubberband where all are met with Truth. Will you fall asleep or will you live this dream?
“40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness
Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are…
…And she ran to him, then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye, she had become like they are
She had taken his hand, she had become like they are”
– Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult
Consistently being ravaged by every weapon of mind control imaginable, it is easy to believe Humanity will crumble under the pressure and become only the ashes and silhouettes of what Earth once knew. How fragile the Human nature must be if this should be our destiny? Alas! As long as we have both the mind and Heart to bear a bright future out of the loving desire to beautify, then we have a real force to reckon with to combat the Agenda. By this very default, our destiny is not set to be a conglomerate, dead-end pile of nightmares, but rather to leap out of this hot Ouroboros ring and into the next, escalating up the double-helix of the Kundalini.
Deeply we know this to be true, for the Human Subconscious constantly seeks growth, and what could ever grow without change? Like the water that brings life to a river, this innate desire will always discover hope around the rocks that block our dream. Ironically, it is the Human Superconscious who creates those rocks that penetrate and slice through the easy motion of the water’s course, perhaps simply to try something different just to see what will happen? Ah, but it would be so if coincidences did indeed exist. However, Magic proves to be the unifying factor here, for as expressively feminine and creative as Magic is, masculine intent must give it direction, and so we may be given comfort in knowing that our efforts and experience exist for a reason.
Likewise, weapons of mind control act as the rocks that deter us from pursuing our dreams, yet it has been manifested for a particular reason: to, in fact, EXPAND the mind, allowing a greater understanding of the Universe. What do I mean by this paradox? If we envision enough force stretching a rubberband in opposite directions, eventually it must break, and the current Reality we see blends together with such furious friction that its radiation alters even the very chemical makeup of our World’s design. As all things are returned to the Cauldron it came from, we meet each other, our Selves, and the World with only the honest nudity of our Souls. As you can imagine, many of us have created and do create cloaks to cover our true Selves, yet we gnashed our teeth at the wild idea that we are magicians enchanting, hexing, and veiling as we live our Earthly experiences. And I do mean this quite literally; Magic has become a dirty word to be used only when speaking of mischief and make-believe. But no matter how much we may deny the Magic of our Hearts, we will meet its full form at this sudden Rapture, where we may go one of either two ways: thrown back into the Sea or to fly onward into the infinite blue Sky.
Perchance in this event those who die are returned to their ordinary life as if waking from an epic dream, then what of those who live on? Are they the spirits that haunt what we call the dream realm? Do they continue their spiritual journey into the limitless domain of the imagination where they breathe their own dreams? My hunches say so, but we can never be too sure till the time rolls around. But, in the meantime, what do we have to lose if we dare to believe the impossible? Rickety reputation? Certainly, but hope will prove to be the stronger God, for it blossoms from Heart.
(The image used at the top of this page is Selene and Endymion by Ubaldo Gandolfi, circa 1770, Italy.)