If there is any truth to Gnostic interpretations, literally or symbolically, then perhaps the boogieman in all his fictional incarnations is the closest that our collective memory will let us get to the actual rape that began our pathology. And humanity has become a race of broken, pathological creatures. All the violence and exploitation around us cannot imply otherwise. [...] The memory allows us to remember the trauma but at a distance and with certain artistic licence. I think this artistic licence is not a place of hopelessness; it’s a place of power. It means that even though there are distortions and horrors involved in truly understanding such a potent myth, these things can, through a strange circularity, eventually allow a fuller recognition of the thing. I would suggest it is akin to catching a glimpse of something real behind a stylized depiction, remembering something once seen in a realm of imaginary light – some important, painful truth that we have carried with us in our private, psychic spaces for a very long time.
But more than this potential collective memory of Archonic presences on the edges of our understanding, what kind of spiritual insight can imagination and dreaming afford us? How do we come to better understand our internal, psychic sight? In the movie Knowing the child character Caleb Koestler is shown a vision by the Whisper Men, of a fallen Earth on the brink of destruction. A vision that presumably leads to his decision to leave Earth with the Whisper Men despite his father's fear. This destruction of the Earth always struck me as a metaphorical destruction; something occurring within the visionary, imaginative realms of the psyche -- almost as if the Earth's fiery obliteration by the Sun is more of a metaphorical Gnostic tipping point, a point of no return. I think the film's themes and the intentions of the filmmakers are left pointedly ambiguous. But regardless of whether Knowing's Whisper Men are truly malevolent or benevolent, I think the film speaks quite intently to the human desire for escape -- escape from a world that appears to be falling ever more deeply into an Abyss -- an escape into a greater fullness and potential.
But as far as Gnosis goes there is more to it than just dreaming and imagining; there is also application. We can imagine escape, or a greater fullness, but we must also fight for it. And, if Gnosticism has any truth to it -- whether literally or metaphorically, we must fight tooth and claw for it because the Archons are not about to hand it over. 'Pleroma' is another Greek word that means fullness. It has many shades of meaning depending on the context, but in Gnosticism it is generally taken as the totality of the true divine powers -- the fullness of real existence in contrast to the fallen prison-realm of the Archons. It is my belief that our connection to this fullness was once contained within our DNA, and indeed still is despite the best efforts of Archonic forces to wall it off from our immediate use.
I believe the human individual was not engineered primarily as a slave race for Archonic forces, as some Ancient Astronaut theorists have claimed, but rather we were later genetically and psychically tweaked for this purpose. I believe that the human race was originally a powerful race of Vessels -- mystical reliquaries intended to be Keepers of the Innermost Light; entities designed to house the literal and metaphorical power of the Pleroma itself. Furthermore, I believe these Vessels were almost omnipresent creator-beings; what might be termed warrior-priests of the Infinite. Does that sound like a bold and bizarre claim? Good. We have a lot of time for the bold and the bizarre here at Amid Night Suns.
Of course, you needn't take any of this literally to grasp the symbolic power of what I'm trying to convey here. If you want you can view these ideas as artistic conceits intended to empower you, as this is indeed a partial truth. But the real truth -- the fullest truth -- is, I suspect, something beyond our wildest imaginations. We must fight to become these Vessels once more, these warrior-priests of the infinite, because nothing less than this will satisfy the ferocious spark of divinity concealed at the very center of ourselves. The Archons, whether literal or symbolic, are well aware of this; hence why they present us with a labyrinthine hall of smoke and mirrors to distract and frighten and disempower. So, Amid Night Suns would hope that you are not fooled by the machinations of the elites and oligarchies both banal and exotic -- and are instead led towards your real path of knowledge and truth and the application of such Gnosis. Remember your Warrior's Light.