It is now 2013, and Amid Night Suns has not been resting. Over the holidays I have been trying to explore the notions of Gnosticism more deeply, as well as notions of artistic freedom and how the two are interconnected. If Art is Magick, and I believe that it is, then what is the true role of art in the life of a modern Gnostic? How exactly does art allow us to cultivate spiritual knowledge, and furthermore, how does it help us to become more free? The answers to these questions are complex and full of subtleties. For one thing, art allows us to construct a spiritual voice. It gives us the opportunity to engage in considered, creative perception -- the opportunity to also muse on these perceptions; considering their contexts, resonances and various aspects. Art then is the mercurial, mysterious wisdom of the human soul. It is our very essence, distilled. It contains all our hopes, doubts and anxieties, and is unimaginably potent because of it.
Do we truly realize how Art has shaped our sciences and philosophies? But the rulers of our world, both seen and unseen, have declared a war on Art -- and thus, simultaneously, a War on our Imaginations. As I have written here before, the complete control our consciousness is the true goal in this War of Imagination that the corporate elites are waging against us. Because humans are so adaptable, and also now so unwilling to peer into the darkness, our oppressors have been able to lay waste to large swathes of our imaginations -- without most of us even consciously recognizing this fact. We have been fed so much fear concerning the material destruction of our world that we fail to see the obvious: that it is our internal, psychic realms that now lie in ruin. All the violence, hate and pathology in the world cannot be evidence of anything else. The bravest among us need to open our eyes. We must lead the way for those who are still ensnared by the elites various bait-and-switch methods. So, I stand amid the debris of a shattered collective consciousness, and I know exactly what I'm looking at. It is my responsibility to bring information, urgency and insight back from these broken depths, and transmit this lucidity to you in a way that quickens your spirit.
The Witching Hour
The apocalypse has already occurred within us, and we are left to pick through ruins, scavenging a meager existence from the broken remains of once-sacred things, and the detritus that we are perversely fed in Art's name. But a time like this is also a potent moment, a trembling uncertainty of potential and opportunity. It will not last for much longer, and you will grieve it when it's gone. During a Witching Hour it is important to take stock of your perceptions, your beliefs and creative impetus. You should subject yourself to a brutal self-honesty. What do you want to stand for? What are you willing to fight to protect? How will you discipline yourself to cultivate the skills to take you where you need to go? If you do not seriously ask yourselves these questions, the magick of the Witching will pass you by unacknowledged. And you will look back sadly in hindsight, never knowing that the Great Mystery was trying to gift you with a moment of grace -- a moment of transformation, if only you had been brave enough. So be brave, and take hold of this Witching Hour.
We live in a world filled with Newspeak and enslaving comforts that would make George Orwell and Aldous Huxley blush. We are Alice, and this world we find ourselves in is choking with violence, spectacle and nihilism. This Wonderland does not wish to simply destroy us. It seeks to own and violate us at its leisure. It wants us to defile and eat our young, removing all that was once sacred in our hearts. Remember, this is primarily a War of Imagination. An assault on our culture, our sexuality, sense of individuality and general spiritual health is where their biggest victories are gained, and where the most collateral damage has occurred. It will inevitably bleed out into the external world, infecting the way we feel about and relate to one another.
Everything is topsy-turvy. The elites would have you believe that War is Peace, that Freedom is Slavery, and that Hate is Love. By manipulating us at an almost mystical story-telling level, our oppressors are able to co-author our lives in quite some detail without us ever realizing it -- and often become the dominant ghost-writers of our personal lives by playing on our co-mingled apathy and insecurities. As evidence of this, we need only look to how many of us are slaves to the media's hollow glamour. We know the glamour is not genuine magick, but it is sold to us as magick, and with our exhausted Blind Eye turned we continue buying. We cannot keep doing this if we want to survive in any spiritual shape that's really worth living. Begin by discerning the realm in which you dwell.
The Ragged Magi do not condone this desecration of Psyche. And we are familiar with darkness. Some of us were born of it. We are not afraid of the monsters, demons and old ones that stalk through Psyche's ruins. We honor her, even as she lies broken, bleeding and dying. We will fight to protect the last of her Light. To the Callous Ones, I say this to you now: We Magi have witnessed your corruption-counsel, and we do not abide it.