Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it’s all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I’m attending here is a show with another set. And the show I’m attending is myself.
The moon has esoteric ascendancy over Virgo, where the gestation period consists of soul and personality beginning to blend and eventually unite, birthing the harvest which serves the purpose of nourishing and providing resourceful substance. And so, a motherly type is present in this position as a result of Virgo’s essential need to feel useful, as well as their urge to protect and heal others, which she demonstrations through consistency of her divine assistance.
And this is the simple truth - that to live is to feel oneself lost. He who accepts it has already begun to find himself, to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked, he will look around for something to which to cling, and that tragic, ruthless glance, absolutely sincere, because it is a question of his salvation, will cause him to bring order into the chaos of his life. These are the only genuine ideas; the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing, farce. - Soren Kierkegaard
“At this moment I cannot predict the prospect for a Hitlerist resurgence. The only thing I can say is that I am always surprised that in spite of the decades of brainwashing propaganda, young people are reborn again as National Socialists and admirers of Hitler, as if they were “reincarnated” in order to continue the struggle on this Earth. This gives me hope and new energies to continue with the fight. Hitler and the swastika are enduring and eternal symbols, certainly archetypes with “enduring powers of their own.” The Archetype will do the work by itself, even without our best knowledge and quite beyond our will and limited life span. This is our hope, our belief and the only thing that I know.”
Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. This is the trick. This is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed.
Ultimately, we’re not the avatars we create. We’re not the pictures on the film stock. We are the light that shines through it. All else is just smoke and mirrors. Distracting, but not truly compelling.