Even if you can’t recall with your mind, your body remembers. There is no unknowing what you’ve come into full awareness of. There is no return to the innocence of childhood once you reach puberty in adolescence. There is no return to the womb once you are born. It is the ultimate reference point for deciphering meaning and calculating the value of now.ĭeath is the irrevocable nature of certain change. Death conjures the ceilings, walls, limits, and conceptions of an incalculable but sure end. Without death, time is unnecessary math, counting for naught,and measuring in vain. This inevitability conceives, gestates, and births urgency. Time is how we negotiate with the inevitable death that mortality brings. Saturn is Deathĭeath comes in many forms, most viscerally as the absence of conscious awareness-no presence to bear witness to is-ness. It’s a consensus, an agreed upon method for organizing the limited amount of daylight and physical energy into viable segments. It’s a reference point for here to there. Saturn as time is a compass that articulates place in space. It is time that cools the zeal by separating the fired up from the ready to work and already working. That factor is time, and it is time that forces us to sober up. It has been in the background, hovering over us as an unspoken fact of living. In this moment, a new factor comes into focus. It becomes a source of warmth and heat, unless, of course, it destroyed its fuel source before it had a chance to get put to use. It’s too late.Įventually the Fire dies down into something useable. Who turned the lights on? And can you unsee it? Nope. Zeal rises up in you like a consuming Fire, transforming the context for how you know and understand everything you thought you knew and understood. You come into an awareness that burns away the dross of ignorance and innocence after numinous experiences like those brought about by exponentially self-imposed climate disaster being stripped of all manner of emotional and physical autonomy becoming the convenient scapegoat for all of society’s fears and being subjected to the worst of what a man and his unclaimed shadow inflicts upon all in his sphere of influence. Who has arrived at this moment consumed by ambivalence, and how did you get that way? Have you been disarmed of your agency? Has the Dogma of Identity gotten the best of you? Has it hijacked your will to make this world some iteration of a reflection of who you are? Since January 2017, we’ve been caught up in a squall of rapturous zeal. Consequently, you’ve found yourself swept up in a movement, rallying against a common enemy, laying your individuality at the altar of meaning and significance. But the human drive for storytelling and god-making is hard to resist. This change is infectious, and the only immunity is nihilistic apathy. (This phase continues through November 2020 and overlaps with Saturn entering Capricorn.)Ĭhange ensues when one’s stored up life force catapults the Self into the throes of unmitigated action. This conversion experience has stoked kindling into a full grown raging Fire, consuming individual volition with it’s irresistible agenda for global change. We are endeavoring upon the final phase of an unprecedented collective conversion experience, after which each of us finds ourselves definitively on one side or the other.
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