“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert.
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”
—William Butler Yeats – The Second Coming
No, no one can or wants to take over the world.
Be free knowing there is no end.
Just an uncovering.
That is joyful!
The sky is singing about it.
The earth is groaning for it.
We only destroy the things we want by our grip or live in peace with what we have.
All of creation wants this technological monster to stop devouring the earth.
Creation wants man to cease to be termites to the earth.
The Native Americans say their god has no rules.
Only ceremonies to know it better.
That is the true source.
The true nameless faceless source knows us through the imagination and our emotions and our thoughts.
In fact, your thoughts are its thought.
In fact, you are one of its thoughts.
There are many cunning thieves who have given themselves to darkness devouring the weak hearted and minded.
They are playing their parts well.
To help wake us up.
They give into fear.
I ride on a pale horse.
I watch and listen and gather my strength.
For there is yet a great thing required of me by the highest.
And I shall gladly give my life so that life may become.
That is what god calls each of us to.
To be warriors of the sun and moon.
If you are quiet and you listen and you see with your real eyes it’s clear as day.
You can see as Emerson and Whitman and Epictetus.
You will feel the call on you when you let your grip on your life go.
The veil is thin.
If you are humble and listen, you can see through this false industrial monster we have created and that we all feed.
It lives on division and hatred and fear.
It probably has a divine purpose as all things light and dark do.
Whitman saw the rising of the monster in the civil war, he was a prophet of love.
He showed us how to build a boat of love to sail across the turbulent abyss.
Epictetus gave us a way to master our fear on earth.
Emerson found a way back to the sky.
In spite of all the turmoil on earth, there is a clear voice on the wind.
A call to love.
A call to reunite.
And if we be worthy, to walk the rainbow bridge back to the source of all being.
What are we to do?
Join our minds and hearts together and know ourselves, remember ourselves.
All of creation will rise up to help you.
Know that every word spoken or written or thought are inside you already.
Stop looking to others.
It ain’t in no book or ritual.
It is sleeping or alive and awake in each of us.
We only have to accept it and remember it.
That monster that slouches toward Bethlehem can’t hurt one who knows themselves.
The goddess sits next to the source, she is no whore.
There is no 1, 2 or 3, there is only One, and we all have a part of it.
Most live in duality, which is an illusion, nothing is separate.
If you fear, if you are divided, if you divide, you serve chaos, you are the katechon, you will be overcome.
That was your choice, one of the few you have.
I don’t believe there is one destiny per one person that is unchangeable.
Careful though how you approach the gods above, or they may turn you into a smelly goat.
Each god is just an aspect of this.
There are just great magnetic forces that draw certain elements to them.
But you can overcome them with the power of Will.
Maybe all of this is just a way to sort the wheat and the chaff.
To find thoughts that can navigate the darkness without being corrupted.
So what shall it be?
Fear or love?
For love knows no fear.
I will lead, I do not follow.
I stand and I care for any bird that shows up on my step.
I won’t go looking for a fight.
I’ll bide my time and strike when the beast is so close, I feel its hot breath on my neck.
And then I will drive my blade home, into its black heart.
I know then that light will break forth from it.
I have seen it.
That monster, is me.
You are that monster.
It is all our concentrated anger and fear.
That’s what is happening.
Aleister Crowley and all the great artists are beings of light, connected to their Will and filled with love.
They are stars and so are we, or have the chance to be.
Love is the law.
Love under Will.
They have brought us back from the brink of industrial annihilation.
I will help them.
The great secret chiefs are alive in us.
We shall meet them in the sky and we will laugh, and will cry no more.