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January 8th, 2022
Lilith, Big Bads & Electric Sheep
Yesterday, I expressed how I was confused and concerned about the forecast for Friday; especially regarding this statement:
"...Justice crossed by potions is here indicating that there is some plan in effect that has to do with fair practice. Perhaps something from yesterday.
Grub-Grub reversed is very displeased with what's going on in the immediate surroundings, indicating that there may be a pretty indecent imbalance.
Someone may not have your best interests at heart, or something may just be out of sorts today regarding your surroundings. Stay alert."
I also said that I would tell you if I saw a "big bad" rearing its dire head.
I had no idea what to expect at 8:30 a.m. yesterday.
Sometimes, the readings express something that is urgent to one person but may barely touch another, but at 10:00 p.m. last night,
on the heels of some pretty powerful meditations, I was smacked directly in the face with that "someone" and "something" that was my "Big bad".
I remember a Summer night in the late '80s, when my sister and I thought it would be fun to get naked and run around a big gnarly tree in
the backyard chanting "who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" We laughed heartedly and then ran for the house to collect our clothes.
It was fun, it was daring, and it was a big middle finger to the conservatives.
I have so many memories. Memories of a world that I refuse to let go of.
This "big bad" is the fear of losing my world.
I'm afraid that society's desire for ease, is growing and developing into something detrimental.
I'm worried about what will come after the virus because people will want to feel safe. We've lost so much of our world,
and so many applications make giving up pieces of ourselves appealing to many different people.
These new technologies, no matter how wonderful they sound, or how useful they are, can hide their true intent.
The past speaks clearly on this: humans in power exploit people instead of using that power to make our circumstances better.
Acceptance of unfair practice is a gamble and is only achieved through fear, manipulation, fatigue, propaganda, confusion,
and people's desire for convenience. Folks are misdirected and then worn down, accepting whatever fate awaits them.
The Salem Witch trials are one example of that.
Society is told that true power comes from big business and concerning government. We're taught how to be cogs in a machine,
not guided on how to live a good life. Our futures are traded, our childhoods are destroyed, we're brainwashed into feeling guilty
about thinking about and for ourselves. Creativity has been likened to the devil unless it brings money to corporate entities.
They teach children that witchcraft is bad, and then make some plastic abomination of one of the tools of our craft the "biggest selling
toy of the 2021 Holiday season." As a people, we are pigeon-holed, misguided, defamed, blocked, experimented on, taken for granted, locked up,
cast out, and murdered because they fear anything "real". Real tells the truth, and we've been taught to deny our ability to use all of our senses
because in doing so, we change can reality.
Metaphysics is not that "meta", or beyond the scope of science or reason anymore.
The fear of collectively losing our humanity is no longer considered irrational.
"How are you feeling?" has been commonly exchanged for "How are you processing all of this?"
My "big bad" is a snake in philanthropist clothing; A "good guy" whose intentions are buried deep inside of their "good" work.
I don't fear the tech. How wonderful a world it would be, to cure pain and sickness, make starvation obsolete, and make abuse extinct.
How beautiful would our environment be if dirty politics, backdoor contracts, and loophole jumping corporations were non-existent?
It's terrifying to know that the same people who are exploited will willingly wear a shock collar and give up their soul for a bit of comfort,
by trading our futures for their own finite moments of instant gratification, false sense of security, and convenience.
In 2005, Ryan Henry of the band Necare, contributed to the song "Expostulation", by writing and voicing the lyrics which appeared on
Draconian's album Arcane Rain Fell. "For this, I rend the weakest salient of thy diadem, as I, its jewel and very metal shall reflect no more your light - the light of enslavement;
The essence of constancy and misaligned justice to a multitude that knows no freedom...ignorant of how subtle the fetter tightens."
I find Christopher Cuccia's vision of these lyrics in his video, portrays beautifully the powerful sentiments within the words:
When listening to the Arcane Rain Fell album, "Expostulation" is immediately proceeded by the song "Heaven Laid in Tears".
"Behold the skies, they're full of lies... in disguise. Behold the skies, they're full of lies... in disguise.
O, creator, so long we have fallen to our knees. So long we have murdered our honor, while protecting thine.
And we, warriors moulded in the blood of his vanity. The silent, loyal shepard who tends my light is dead... in me.
So let the night take thee in her arms, and dry these tears into her embrace. It's the end of pretending and defending...God's holy light.
El-shaddai, we serve thee, henceforth... no more.
Show me heaven, show me guilt... embrace the pain
We must suffer to realize, we must despair again and again
No longer our knees we shall bend, no longer fold our frozen hands
We long for the darkness, our flames still burn for mother night..
. Behold us now, as we cry, soon to die... to rise again
I have seen us bathing in blood to defend his very glory
I have seen us kneel and praise for nothing...
I have seen him dying in our eyes
I have realized that god owes us his life."
Religion, politics...same thing.
Lore, fairytales, legends, and history reminds us that it's happened before. The cycle always repeats. Ouroborous continues to eat its tail.
The renaissance is upon us and those in places of power know that the "gate" is open and attempt to rock the wheel of fortune in their favor of electric sheep.
Eden has always found Lilith a liability.
In a sequester'd providence churchyard where once Poe walked
By H.P. Lovecraft, Weird Tales Magazine, 1938
"Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arch’d high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.
Lonely and sad, a spectre glides along
Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
No common glance discerns him, tho’ his song
Peals down thro’ time with a mysterious spell:
Only the few who sorcery’s secret know
Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe."
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