As we float in a kind of weightless limbo, not sure if we’re celebrating or mourning, one thing is clear: this is different! I mean we’ve all experienced strange times but this seems to pull at the soul in an undeniable way as if calling us back to remember a promise made eons ago.
Faint as it may be, something yet still must die. Feels like a funeral to me. A kind of deep, inner, archetypal mourning for the death of a mixed past filled with love and hate, horror and ecstasy that must be cleared from the cosmic memory in order for the ‘back to the future’ Eden we’ve been meditating on, to emerge.
If the dissolving Piscean Age was a Broadway play, we’re in the last act! Where the actors of the Martyr, Saint, Sufferer scene, having brought so much pain to such innocence, get their due rewards as the audience is freed from that theater and released out into an expanse without borders like judgement or tyranny, once able to suppress a soul, now turned to dust.
I think we’re completing something we began in 2012, our transition from human to divine! Who’s on board?