“"We have in fact entered upon the final phase of this Kali Yuga,
the darkest period of this dark age, the state of dissolution from which there
is to be no emerging except through a cataclysm, since it is no longer a mere
revival which is required, but a complete renovation."
– René
Guénon
The Modern
World is signified by great accomplishments, great wars, great advances in
material science and the spirit of greatness seems to be the force that flows
through the fabric of society and create ideas of greatness where no greatness
is to be found. The spirit of greatness encoded in the political playground
takes the shape of glorification of democracy. The glorification of the
democratic model comes with subtle ideologies that in silent ways misinform
shapes and condition the population into believing in greatness they may or may
not have in the name of equality.
Today
everyone is encouraged to follow whatever star they fancy to follow, if they
have the skill, calling or condition to follow the star through because we are
conditioned to believe that we can take dominion over everything we want to
dominate. It is all about will and desire triumphing on the corpses of Fate and
Truth as it gives the illusion of greatness to the mediocre and impotent. It is
a beautiful new world where the trolls command the saints, where ignorant and
greedy political rulers seem insatiable in their thirst for blood and money.
The Kali Yuga is the age of dissolution, where residues of past glories are
turned into shit and hives of the illusions that rottenness shines with the
glow of gold, just to keep the darkness at bay.
Many of us
are lost and find meaning in the pure pursuit of ambition just to find that the
goal is an empty well of anxiety – as rich you are – in material wealth or rich
in illusions of grandeur - the more paranoid you will be. Yet others identify
ambition as meaningless and withdraw from the world, where others pursue the world
with a feverish desire of conquest. We dance on the web
of Maya as drunken saints, mad prophets and naked Kings and Queens. Our dance
is one of regaining sanity, clarity and domain.
We should
consider if these advancements are – or are not - the degenerated residues of
traditional sciences of truth, because after all we are left drunken, lost and
naked when we pursue goals shaped from ambition, will and desire as the trinity
that moves our personal power into a charade of greatness.
But how can
we know if our ‘dark inspiration’ is true or not, how can we know who we are
when our ambition drives us towards transgression for the sake of
transgression? A transgression is about breaking constructs that restricts us
from reaching our self, and this is good. In becoming lawless for the sake of
truth is different from the lawlessness entering when we seek the greatness
offered up to us by the rulers of the world, those that gives us ambition and
equality on a silver plate. The warrior of power and domination often takes the
role of a victim in a cosmic mystery play he or she is not aware of. At least I
am not impressed by people making self empowered cults of grave robbery or
enslaving souls because in this I see slavery to the darkness that has veiled
the world in dissolution – and in this there is mystery upon mystery.
At times I
find it revolting to see people using phrases like ‘self initiation to vodou
sorcery’ and advocating people to go out and take the powers, but I do
understand it. I find it revolting, because it is a falsification, vodou is not
something you can ‘go out and take’, because it is conditioned by lineage,
fire, water and spirit, you must be invited and inducted, there is no self
initiation in vodou or vodou sorcery – any initiated houngan, mambo or bokono
knows that – even if those outside saturated in the desire for greatness thinks
otherwise.
And I
understand this side as well, as anyone who worked an Ouija board or was
present at a genuine spirits séance will know... but to be touched by spirit,
to work with a spirit, to make pact with a spirit, to be adopted by spirit, to
be a bridge of spirit, as in holding a socially accepted office, are very
different things and some people in their blood thirst for spirit power – as a
vehicle of infusing their own lack of personal power - believes that their transgression in abusing
mysteries to their own ends justify something worthy of acknowledgment and
dignity while it is in reality foolish stupidity.
But I get
it, black holes of mystery and lost souls dancing at the edges of volcanoes
makes a contrast to those who seeks the road, track and path where we belong
and on the track we meet everyone, the friend we don’t understand, the enemy we
admire, the companion we disagree with and the fiend that helps us cross every
single bridge...
It is hard,
because our age is one of revelation and falsification. Again, to quote Guénon:
“The falsification of everything has been shown to be
one of the characteristic features of our period, but falsification is not in
itself subversion properly so-called, though contributing directly to the
preparation for it. Perhaps the clearest indication of this is what may be
called the falsification of language, taking the form of the misuse of certain
words that have been diverted from their true meaning; misuse of this kind is
to some extent imposed by constant suggestion on the part of everyone who exercises
any kind of influence over the mentality of the public.”
In an era
dominated by greatness and falsification new challenges, ordeals and situations
are surfacing as we set out on the quest of finding ourselves and our kin. Finding
ourselves and our kin in a world that insist that your kin is who you choose by
an act of determination and ambition brings just further complications as we
lodges our anchors into whatever might seem nice, stable or appealing.
As Guénon
pointed out, the falsification of language is of some grave importance here,
the most obvious being the glorification of democracy as a political ideal, a
political model that since the time of Plato was a form of political
organization signalling the dissolution of everything that was good an true in
a society. Democracy might appear smart and elegant in its way of counting
voices to arrive to a conclusion, but there is always groupthink and mass
seductions (like ideals of greatness and equality) – and naturally the
political powers is prone to use the majority to defend their misuse of powers,
as smokescreens, compliance or scapegoats.
The
falsification of language tells you that the putrid meat infested with nuclear
radiation are good for you and that growth hormones in dairy products will make
you stronger and healthier. In a world of lies, falsification and deception the
occult world naturally follows suit, because the occult is the hidden mirror
that reflects worlds upon worlds amongst seekers of self, truth and kinship.
No matter
your depravity or sainthood, you are always conditioned. Society will always be
a force present in shaping our perspectives and opinions and perspectives and
opinions are a part of who we are, at least as social presentations. No matter
how much of a recluse I am, the world is still surrounding me, as I sit on the
outskirts and try to understand the puzzle. In this moment I make a part of the
condition as much as the city dweller who tries to make sense of his or her
urban chaos. Still, distance does give us perspective.
We are all
parts of this condition we find ourselves in, we are all tied in with people we
hate and people we love as much as the bugs and plants that invites us or
challenges us. This contrast is there at the root of all, but our world invites
this other ordeal of greatness and falsification which is contrasted by Fate
and Truth – and we are invited to make sense of this in an age where everything
is falling apart in darkness – it is a time to get at ease with everything in a
spirit of acceptance.
At least
for me, it is about taking a step back, getting your shit in order and approach
every perspective as just an angle within the full circle. Doing this you gain
perspectives as you also find yourself and through this see your kin. It is
about being relaxed, to allow the eyes to get accustomed to the darkness and to
make yourself comfortable as you set out to pursue your destiny.
And destiny
is what we all do even when we fight it. Destiny is about what you were
supposed to be and if you refer to gods, genetics or conditioning in this
matter, it is all true, because it is in this field we find the necessary
realizations that points us towards what is good for us – not what makes us
collectively great, but what brings us satisfaction and comfort. It is in this
field Destiny rests. Fate is simply the hag forces that kick us around to
realize this simple magic of contentment.
We need to
experience the world in full dregs; we need to know what we are not in order to
know what we are. The seekers of truth define themselves by their encounters
with falsification, illusory greatness and pathetic attempts of forcing power
to bend to a will deluded by its own ideas of supremacy.
This world
is a dance; it is a pastiche and a circus as much as it is an orgy of delight
and a sombre vacation and it is here we make our choice as author or follower.
We can be the author of our own Fate or the follower of degenerated social
ideals imposed upon us in the name of greatness.
In the
occult world we find the same complex stratagem as in the world, we find those
empowered by the illusion of power and those who truly have power, those who
have drowned themselves in illusions of greatness and those who know the
greatness within. As in the world of ambitious achievers we recognize illusory
power and real power, illusory greatness and true greatness in the world of
occult pilgrims and masters. If anything the profane contrast is even more
salient in the occult world in its capacity of being a hidden mirror reflecting
the contemporary world and the eternal spheres at the same time as the secret pulse
of the world is taken. For some it brings necessary contrast and for others it
brings the comforting illusion that your greatness gives your shit the shine of
gold...
Art: Felicien Rops
Art: Felicien Rops