The Black Diary on the 1st January 2020 as Saturn approaches Pluto in Cardinal Earth
Failing with their attempts to desperately scheme ways to distract, enslave and subdue, the plutocracy’s frustration at the speed of the Awakening is evidenced in the lack of subtly now employed as naked they stand isolated a top their gold lined ivory towers as the Dawn inevitable rises. Unable to reach deep within to extinguish your Light, despite the commendable attempts to quell your flame with fear, to colonise your mind with un-necessary information, to burden your heart with guilt and to exhaust your body with intentional inflationary pressures, the reign of Ignorance withers amidst the strengthening confidence of your healing interiority. Darkness can only spread in the absence of Light and as more and more people turn away from the intentional drama created by living within a Global Truman Show, focusing on healing everything that serves to diminish that Light- the Puppeteering ancestral pain, the hunger of an egO seeking attention, the inability of the Masculine to communicate its emotions, the pursuit of anything that externalises and divert your awareness, the projection into the future, the ridicule of the Interiority, the abuse and devastation of Feminine and the reductionism of the world to sound bites, titillation and sexuality – the Light is quietly strengthening as we live through an epochal Redistribution of pOwer and a creation of new conditions of Being. So thank you for that inner work; thank you for the bravery in facing your pain; thank you for not being diminished by the pain of others onto you; thank you for your valiant attempts to heal and become un-broken; thank you for the work you have done on freeing your Light; thank you for standing firm in the face of injustice; and thank you for lOving, when hate is such an easy option. Your changing external world is merely a result of your changing inner world; our changing external world is a result of our shifting internal world; and though it may feel rough at times, and though it can feel as if hOpe has departed, the truth of healing is rarely that of rose scented, sun kissed fields. So thank you. The work is only beginning as the Dawn rises.
Art by San-Mare-Raubenheimer-birdpainting