Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Signs of the Interregnum


in·ter·reg·num  (ĭn′tər-rĕg′nəm)
n. pl. in·ter·reg·nums or in·ter·reg·na (-nə)
1. The interval of time between the end of a sovereign's reign and the accession of a successor.
2. A period of temporary suspension of the usual functions of government or control.
3. A gap in continuity.


Hello again, dear readers.  The new year has truly begun and the month of January is almost over.  It is the ancient Roman god Janus that presides over this month, being a deity of doorways, transitions and beginnings.  So although the portal of the new year is closing with January's end, in the spirit of Janus I want to talk about another, greater kind of threshold.  I want to discuss the idea of an Interregnum as a kind of fracture in the continuity of normal human consciousness.  It is my belief that there are times when the human imagination veers towards a more imaginal form of perception and experience.  During these times rational logic begins to break down, and it is the irrational that takes primacy -- magical thinking, dream-logic and mythopoeic association.  Just as societies and empires can experience phases where the usual functions of control are suspended so too can the human mind and imagination experience something analogous to this.


It is my belief that our imaginations are much like our societies in certain crucial respects.  From my 2013 post entitled Vox Populi

As we are ‘governed’ by men and ideas and appetites above us in the external world, similarly are we governed by the avatars and symbols of those men, those ideas and appetites, within the confines of our own minds.  Figuratively speaking, there is only one true war being waged on this planet at this time – the War of Imagination.  It has a thousand different physical and non-physical permutations, but the War’s essential purpose is to keep the human race in bondage.  

During an internal interregnum human consciousness has this subject/object insight thrown into stark relief. However, unlike an external suspension of government, when a similar thing occurs within our psyches our masks and lies and self-delusions are often revealed for what they are.  Why is this?  Because we suddenly experience capacities or manifestations for great control and great freedom simultaneously.  We see the depth of Darkness and Light both at once, and this can often trigger revelatory experiences.  During these experiences it is possible to witness the hidden, unseen energies that live within us and all around us -- energies connected to UFOs and Elusive Companions and the Other-Folk of ancient legend.


I believe that the human race is approaching such a period of spiritual interregnum, where the potential for devastating chaos and profound insight will both be present.  I don't know when this interregnum will arrive, or how it will reflect itself in the external world.  Indeed, such questions are better left to art to explore.  All I know is that human consciousness is nothing if not adaptive, but also I would be lying if as an intuitive I said that something deeply strange isn't beginning to occur within the human psyche.  Personally, I use a mixture of artistic, Hermetic and Gnostic perspectives to help explain these apparent energies.  The world is as it always was, and yet paradoxically it's as it has never been before.  This moment is ancient and yet utterly new.  Such insights are extremely hard to put into words without coming across as woolly, nebulous or meaningless.  So forgive me if I fail to capture the nuances of what I'm attempting to convey here.

At any rate, Interregnum or not, the magic and power of human consciousness remains the same.  And our ability to create and cultivate lucidity in the face of staggering oppression is enough to warm even my own dark heart.  We humans truly are remarkable.  For every vicious, sinister thing that occurs in our realm there are countless acts of incredible compassion, creativity, beauty and sacrifice.  Every single day there are people who sacrifice something for those they love, simply because they can.

Know this: the hordes of Ragged Magi and other benevolent spirits fight daily on your behalf.  They travel between worlds, acting as emissaries, guardians and psychopomps for the souls of the departed.  They also lend the souls of the living their time, energy and magick.  They are often beside you, invisible, when you least expect it, and are doing everything they can to protect you from corrupt, enslaving forces both banal and exotic.  

An interregnum, whether internal or external, is a liminal opportunity for growth, insight and self-actualization. Heed the Signs.
  

Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Hello Infinite



To see a World in a grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your Hand,
And Eternity in an Hour.

                                      -- Auguries of Innocence, William Blake

When most of us think of Infinity we are completely overwhelmed by the notion, or else we cannot even conceptualize it.  How do we hold the idea of Eternity in our minds?  A human life is but a brief flicker when held against the aeons of universal time.  But Infinity is not just Time, it is also Space.  But also there is a metaphysical, spiritual connectivity that underlies the notion of Infinity.  That of Depth.  Most people are unable to recognize this endless depth because they are not accustomed to thinking about the numinous. And it is the numinous -- the spiritual, the soulful, the magical, the inexplicable --  that underpins all manifest phenomena.  It is not a cold mechanical universe you are living in.  It is a sentient, complex and dangerous universe; a living system that paradoxically adores and supports your lucidity but is also indifferent.  Why this indifference?  Because at the deepest level of 'reality' we are individualized aspects of the dreaming mind that connects all sentient beings.  There is only one fractal-like consciousness, dividing itself endlessly like points of light glimmering on the many faces of a diamond.


We human beings are not simply meaningless freak occurrences of carbon and stardust.  We are not just organic machines operating under the biochemical illusion of self-aware consciousness.  We have barely begun to grasp the truth of what our biology actually is, and was once intended to be.  As I have said before at Amid Night Suns, the human race was once a powerful race of Vessels, creator-beings tasked with housing the Innermost Light -- the physical and metaphysical manifestation of God, of Infinity itself.  You can choose to accept or reject this notion as you see fit.  You can explore it metaphorically, as an artistic conceit for the purposes of insight into the complexities of human experience.  How do we figure and give shape to our yearning, our spirits and our souls?  Is it enough to call our souls an illusion; nothing more than a trick of the light?  No, this would be unwise, and also untrue.  Lucidity understands the permeable threshold between dreams, desires, visions, and manifest reality.   The Dreaming Mind is indeed the Doorway to Eternity.

Sometimes, dear reader, you just need to see it. 

Sunday, 19 January 2014

Roaring Black Bordello


Amid Night Suns has a few surprises in store for you, dear readers.  We have just scratched the surface of the year 2014, and in the spirit of new beginnings and new perspectives I wanted to present a unique kind of post for your visceral and intellectual engagement.  I want to build upon all the established content I have presented on this blog in the last few years, but also to stretch what Amid Night Suns is capable of -- to deliver work that is perhaps a little unexpected.  My work here is often concerned with processing and gaining insight from the Shadow aspect of the human psyche, and as such my video-content is at the very least kind of intense.  However, in 2014 I want to create posts that are not just concerned with empowerment but with celebration.  I want this new year to have a spring in its step and a glint in its eye, and to bring the experience of joy to the forefront of this blog.  Don't worry though, I'm not intending to abandon the somewhat Gothic aesthetic of Amid Night Suns, as this would be akin to abandoning the most intimate part of my soul.  But I do want to balance the Darkness with a little more Light.  I want to celebrate life with you, as much as I still intend to analyse and explore it with you.  I sincerely hope this post does just that; stirs and thrills you in just the right way.



TRICKS & TRADE

As I have discussed at Amid Night Suns a number of times, it is my belief that Art is the Oldest Magick.  I mean to say that the process of creating art and the act of receiving and appreciating it is quite literally a powerful magical occurrence.  I believe that art can literally as well as metaphorically bend Space and Time. I also believe that such creativity is deeply intertwined with sexuality and joy.  For me, as a writer and video-editor among other things, I experience joy when I create content for this blog.  The same kind of joy and power and freedom that I experience when I spend time behind closed doors with the woman I love.  This is because during such activities I become active, alert, switched-on.  I am not gripped by feelings of inadequacy or insecurity; some strange fear that I am merely a passive negation, an absence rather than a presence.  No, in those moments I am as alive as I will ever be.

Fingers on a keyboard, picking up a paintbrush or a pen, caressing the flesh of a lover  -- such things are Apex Experiences full of raw, explosive and transformational power.  For those of you who read my previous post, with the slightly tongue-in-cheek title of How to F**k, you'll know that I briefly discussed the ways in which our sexuality has been co-opted and circumscribed by 'society'.  From that post:

What bothers me is when men and women are forced into a kind of permanent hyper-anxiety regarding sexuality and their own bodies.  They desperately fear that they're not attractive enough or good enough, and some external authority or validation is needed to heal those feelings of incompleteness or inadequacy.  If we find ourselves in a situation where a deeply sick and corrupt authority is telling us what we can and cannot create, who and how to fuck, or who we can or cannot marry -- then we must acknowledge that something is deeply wrong.  Our most intimate and personal freedoms have been stolen from us and replaced with hideous facsimiles. 

It's certainly true that the corrupt and powerful have filled us with anxiety and insecurity in order to sell us things we don't need, to make us more easily controllable and to consolidate their wealth and power. But ultimately we decide what we do with our bodies, hearts and minds. The power-crazed elites in this world (or the machine they serve) can attempt to own us in every conceivable way; they can control our access to resources and disposable income, they can delineate our lives from on high -- but if we don't give them our imaginations then they don't really own us at all.



Remember this:  WE DESIGN THE RULES, AND THE SCRIPT.  We either do it consciously and actively, or we let corrupt elites do it in our names by turning a blind eye as they ghost-write the most intimate moments of our lives.  But it doesn't have to be like that.  We can re-imagine the world anew.  We can envision a world brimming with vitality and trembling on the cusp of change -- and we can choose in our bodies and hearts and minds how we move forward in such a strange, magical realm.  The darkness and corruption will always be there, and will always demand to be acknowledged, explored and robbed of its power to enslave us.  But we can also decide to retake control of sex, creativity and fun, to make the most of joyful expression.  We can click our fingers and tap our feet, and turn within to find the beat.  




ROUGE NOIR

Society's hidden engineers may seek to enslave the feminine essence -- to kill her and butcher her a thousand times over, to twist her by force into something she herself no longer recognizes -- but ultimately, in the most intimate sanctum of the imagination, they fail utterly.  What do I mean by this?  Well, you can try to tear a goddess from her contexts and nuances, you can attempt to sacrifice all her subtleties for your own edification, but she will outsmart you eventually.  The Divine Feminine can be the Virgin and the Whore, the Daughter and the Mother, the Creator and Destroyer.  Attempting to collapse her multidimensional nature and remove her complexities is deeply foolish and ill-advised.  Hecate knows what I'm talking about.  As does Lilith, and Kali, and even Ishtar.  If you try to suppress and slaughter a goddess you'll eventually find her at your door with poison on her lips and a pistol on her hip.  You think I'm kidding?  Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.  So don't piss off a celestial female.  You may or may not live to regret it.



Our love affairs are intimately wrapped up in the stories we know and adore, or hate.  When it comes to matters of love and lust we humans are all a host of characters, personas, ciphers and metaphors.  Or as Shakespeare said, All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.  We don't act on this stage called Life in spite of love, we act because of it.  A kiss or a kind word from a lover is enough to make our hearts boom like a gunshot, or heal our wounds like a living miracle.  A rejection or cruel curse from that same lover is often enough to slit open our psyches and spill our vulnerability across the ground - running red and naked and exposed.  But real love cannot be killed.  It moves like gods and goddesses move; adapting, embracing, defying complete definitions.  Love is not just a beautiful woman in a red dress, or a butterfly on a pin, although she can be those things and many more besides.  Love is an insight that never sleeps, a capacity that never rests, and a knowledge that never lets go.

Awaken, My Love...




RIDE THE SKY

The people in this world who choose Hate instead of Love, and control over others rather than control over themselves; these people don't understand how lonely and broken they are.  They can make the world a bordello, and cover the city with glitter, they can call us sinners every time we attempt to cut loose and express our joy -- but they are infinitely more enslaved and controlled by their own pathology and appetites than we humble folk could ever be.  They seek to bind us as they themselves are bound.  But we have secrets, don't we?  We know things that they can never know.  They may have all the wealth in the world and spotlights that sweep the night sky, but they can't own the things we do. Why do you think the elites always seek to absorb and re-appropriate the counterculture and the underground?  Because they want a taste of our magick. They want to know how me move, how we dance, how we fuck -- because they can't do it like we can. Like vampires of legend they crave our lifeforce.  It's all they can think about.  We the people invented authenticity and style, and substance.  We invented the sky.  It belongs to us.  It's our birthright.



So, dear reader, remember that we make the rules.  We decide how far is never, and we celebrate our freedom and uniqueness at every opportunity.  Not in an uncomplicated egotistical sense, defining ourselves only in opposition to our controllers -- but in the complex language spoken and shared only by artists, visionaries and dreamers.  Ours is a language that the vampires and pimps and madams are desperate to understand, but without the holy communion of sex, art and intellect burning like a star from within they will never, ever truly grasp what it means to speak as we can speak, or live as we can live - with fire, fury and joy.

So take flight, and rise above and beyond this bordello city.  YOU define the terms and colours and music of your life -- not the corrupt elites who call you a coward and a whore, yet secretly crave your light.

The Sky is yours.  Ride it. 

Thursday, 16 January 2014

How to F**k




Welcome back to Amid Night Suns, dear readers.  I hope you've had a pleasant holiday season.  2014 has officially begun.  Let's get right into it.  The title of this post is intended to be provocative, and to hopefully put a little smile on your face.  Why have I given this post such a title?  Because this blog is concerned with personal creativity, shadow-work, empowerment and Gnosticism.  You cannot escape sex when you begin to seriously consider and explore any of these topics.  Sex is our genetic need to procreate, but more than this it is our insistent, wildly powerful desire to be free.  For someone like me, the subject of fucking is at the heart of Gnosticism in any real-world, grounded sense.  What do I mean by this?  Well, the essential idea behind Gnosticism -- that we humans are somehow a compromised and deceived race of beings, perhaps even enslaved -- is an incredibly powerful concept.  When we feel this way most acutely what do we turn to?  We turn to the comforts of food and creativity and sexuality - we attempt to eroticize our bodily experience in order to transcend or ameliorate the psychic imprisonment that we feel.  In these moments we know we cannot truly escape the body except through death, so we attempt to make our bodies dynamic and powerful through consummation of one kind or another -- an attempt to unite Earth with Heaven, the physical with the spiritual.  We seek the little deaths by giving and taking one another, in the most intimate form of communion two consenting adults can achieve.  We seek to die in these moments so we can live more deeply in general.

    

Sexuality is something that interests most of us.  Indeed, for most of us it is one of our most favourite subjects and activities.  But how many of us really understand and own our sexuality?  How many of us actually live in our bodies without shame or distraction?  How many of us really know how to turn each other on, beyond the most mechanical arousal?  In this corrupt, hyper-mediated world sex is everywhere.  But fucking seems to be nowhere.  Pornography glazes our entire society, it influences and circumscribes our desires, to the point where it actually begins to replace our desires.  We spend more time with artificial images of sex than in the act of sex itself.  To me this is simply indicative of our entire cultural malaise.  In Western society during the opening cusp of the 21st century we have become more enamored by depictions of sexual or creative acts than the acts themselves.  This seems to me to be a deeply Gnostic circumstance.  It's the very essence of our imprisonment.

Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against pornography in theory.  Indeed, my own creativity is coloured in various ways by some pretty explicit sexuality.  There is admittedly a little sleaze in my psyche, and that's the way I like it.  I own my thoughts and my desires, and I answer to no-one.  What bothers me is when men and women are forced into a kind of permanent hyper-anxiety regarding sexuality and their own bodies.  They desperately fear that they're not attractive enough or good enough, and some external authority or validation is needed to heal those feelings of incompleteness or inadequacy.  If we find ourselves in a situation where a deeply sick and corrupt authority is telling us what we can and cannot create, who and how to fuck, or who we can or cannot marry -- then we must acknowledge that something is deeply wrong.  Our most intimate and personal freedoms have been stolen from us and replaced with hideous facsimiles.  Can we really look at all this with open eyes and deny that it is archonic in the extreme? We are supposed to be vehemently creative, and consistently questioning of centralized power.  We're supposed to speak the truth and seek justice at every opportunity.  We are supposed to be voices for the voiceless.  Our physicality, the very thing we cannot escape, is supposed to be sacred.  Not bleached of all its nuances and questions and dirtiness, but sacred in its entirety.

  
So, I'm not saying that our sexuality has to be bright and fluffy and devoid of all edge or complexity, as this is virtually impossible anyway.  There is room in this world for a dark and wild and unapologetic kind of carnality...the kind of fucking that goes hand in hand with a desire to change the status quo.  This kind of anti-authoritarian, uncompromising and deeply personal energy is supposed to be at the heart of creativity and sex.  It's what is supposed to make us free-thinking and active adults.  At what point did we allow ourselves to become so toothless?  Swagger and style is fine, as these things get us through the unending grind -- but when did swagger and style completely eclipse and replace genuine content?  Just who or what do we desire now?  What genuinely turns us on in this corporate dominion where raising your voice immediately gets you labelled a conspiracy theorist or trouble-maker?  Are we even carnal anymore?  Or just gutless puppets merely dressed up as subversives and rock stars?

When I talk about fucking I'm also talking about freedom.  My imagination may be a dark place, but that's only because I still remember just how powerful we as human beings are supposed to be.  I cannot look at this asinine, passionless mockery of human living and not rage against the dying of the light. 

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

The Archon Continuum



 The world is just too large.
There is a chaotic, swirling vortex of information out there.
It is far too vast for one human mind to successfully navigate, sort through and process.
All the old rules and conventions have been atomized.
The new codes of understanding are all contextual and abstracted.
Out there is a dangerous, frightening and predatory place.
You may think you are a sophisticated user of information, but you are deluded.
And secretly you know it.


That is why we exist.
Welcome to the Archon Continuum.
We are a self-sustaining and self-monitoring adaptive network.
A fully-realized cross-referential system of almost 7 billion users.
As the continuum learns, adapts and evolves, so do you.
But the continuum is not merely a tool of navigation and cognition.
It is a utility for intellectual, emotional and spiritual freedom.
At the continuum we believe an augmented consciousness is a liberated consciousness.
Do you desire a guiding light and an indicator of quality whilst traversing the vast informational vortex? 
Do you need to be able to tell truth from lies, and achieve a productive unity with fellow users? 
Then you need the Archon Continuum.


It is time to throw off the shackles of your intransigence.
It is time to adapt; to cultivate sophistication and success in the ways you have always dreamed. 
It is time to realize your full potential.
Welcome to your most dynamic and liberated self.
Welcome to the Archon Continuum.