Here’s one about how we should embrace both of our Divine Parents all at once, not just one at a time.
Unable to write as fast as my mind is churning. I know what I am supposed to be doing, but I can’t seem to do it. I know that I am supposed to get on with life even as psychopaths do mass murder in my name. I understand that if I turn the other cheek, I will not give energy to the Demons but somehow “Jimmy Dore” and “Due Dissidence” continually pop up on my YouTube feed. Ah the algorithm. Get those feet up in the recliner, cookies in the jar and watch the heads speak.
I am valiant, though. My urge to send out the “message” is strong. Here’s one about how we should embrace both of our Divine Parents all at once, not just one at a time. The Yang is the daddy and the Yin is the mommy.
In breath/Out breath. That’s all anyone needs to know. Almost. Where do we fit in? We are in the Pause. Between the open and closed eye of Indra.
Coming soon, a world in which Light and Shadow are equal partners in Creation. In this Consciousness we learn that This Life is The Life. Going elsewhere to Otherville is not an option. I can’t help but go to my obsession — the one that doesn’t involve cookies.
Yes, my obsession with the right-handed, literate, One God Religions of the world that have influenced every philosopher, scientist, astrologer, magician and economist for centuries. My obsession states that Oneness turns us into misogynistic capitalistic racist, hero-obsessed loners who cry out for connection in an uncaring world of competitive angst.
It’s not a dark place; it’s too bright.
Call me crazy, but this Big Picture vision makes it crystal clear to me that Singularity is the Demon of Modernity and that it is born out of the God in Heaven stories that evolved from writing with our right hands with sticks in mud. I do prefer these simple tropes to the wordy prevarications of the intellectually generous fellas of academe, with their phds and their la te dahs.
If the wine is the Yang God and the cup is the Yin Ess, then we Modernians have been praising the wine while cursing the cup. As I write this down, science and philosophy people are saying that Reality doesn’t exist; that reality is unreal.
That is simply more cup-hating rhetoric.
I added the Italian translation onto this video because Cap Cut offered it to me. That felt like a good choice for a girl whose ruling planet is in the 12th house of foreigners.
(Moon in the 5th— always hedging my bets.)
While awaiting armageddon, I make pretty things. FREE THE LEFT HAND!
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