Showing posts with label Surrender. Show all posts
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Wednesday 25 April 2018

Dark Masculinity


 I am Passion, The Libido. 

I am The Anarchy of Lust, 
The Romantic and The Lover. 

I am also The Warrior, 
The Perfect Line which never wavers. 

Dialog with my Shadow

Dark Man of my soul,

It is you I honor, you from whom all the energy of manhood originates and resides. 

I value the honesty of your feelings, rooted in the earth and in battle and in the hunt. 

Your anger is profound. 

Your need for action true. 

I applaud your sense of outrage and need for justice. 

Without them, where would we be? 

The dragons of our existence thrive without you to combat them. 

You embolden me to walk free, and live by my own code. 

You are my father and brother and truest friend.

This sword symbolizes who you are—what you mean to me and to the world. 

Strength. Action. Defense. 

The ability to cut away illusion. 

It represents the history of Men, blood spilt on the battlefield, which connects us all together.


Stay with me. 

Take your honored place in my soul and in my life.
Strengthen me with your power, and guide me with your earthy wisdom.


HERE IS A LIST OF THE TOP 25 ATTRIBUTES OF THE SHADOW MASCULINE:


Fear of surrendering to the feminine
Rigidity
Controlling tendencies
Hatred (of self, other, an organization, of God/dess)
Entitlement issues (especially when insecurities arise)
Narcissism
Anger
Jealousy
Insecurity
Competition (coming from separation)
Greed
Taking what he wants without consent
Not listening to the feminine
Judgment
Harshness–in language, touch, energy, etc
Mistrust and abuse of the feminine
Suppressing emotions/not expressing vulnerability
Neglecting the inner child/children
Underlying codependence issues with women
Denying the value of the feminine while taking advantage of her
Suppressed sexuality and sensuality/sexual shame
Inability to receive pleasure or abundance
Fear of abandonment, but not willing to admit it (even to self)
Tantrums/outbursts of rage
Acting out from the inner child while doing everything he can to look like a powerful leader


The Shadow-side of Male Virtue

Knightly confrontation.



There is a wild side to man's nature. Unpredictable. Savage. Easily frustrated and angered. We are taught from an early age to repress this part of us as something uncivilized and undesirable. Those of us who respect the law discipline ourselves to reject it. We go on with life ignoring what tendencies remain, channeling the overflow of aggression into "appropriate" conduits, such as ruthless competition in sports or business. 

     But in truth, the dark side of masculinity is never really gone or completely subdued. It follows us like a "shadow" (which C.G. Jung labeled it), dark and indescribable. Like a real shadow, it projects and distorts who we are.

     This is our personal darkness, filled with savagery we try not to recognize.

     It haunts us when we least suspect it—an angry phantom from our primitive core, maligned by moral propaganda, marginalized by repression.

     This frustrated shadow can subvert our best intentions—not because it is evil, but because we continually thwart its existence. 
We deny its proper role in our lives, and view it as uncivilized, something "bad." In effect, we provoke its rebellious discontent by shaping it into a monster when it might have been shaped into something different.

     This shadow is part of who we are as men. Without it, the chivalry we embrace becomes salt that has lost its flavor, an empty shell of moral dictates devoid of essence.

     Our shadow provides male virtue with the tension of having one foot in heaven and the other not in hell but here on earth. Its wildness defines our core. Without it, our personal self-discipline is meaningless, our strength inauthentic, our connection to the earth, which is our Mother, broken. We become the disappointment of heaven's grand design, severed from our roots, sapped of our virility.

     The shadow is an essential element to our every thought and deed as men. As such, it either substantiates or perverts our best intentions, depending on how we relate to it. It is that unrefined edge that distinguishes us from women, no matter how refined we shape ourselves. It connects us to nature. Without it, we are limpid, emasculated, not really alive. To the other extreme, when we fail to give it its proper role, we become discontent, brazen, uncontrollable, perverting the virtues we are meant to honor.

     When we deny our shadow, we urge it to wreck havoc with our lives. We wrestle with it, try to subdue it, only to learn that the struggle never ends. In this respect, the shadow always wins, but only as a dark influence rather than something that completes us. We cannot suppress it without losing the very heart of who we are.

     Chivalry, despite its refining virtues, directs us to embrace the wild center of who we are, recognize its intrinsic value, honor it not as an aberration, but as a natural source of male energy which borders (as all things of nature do) on amorality. It is here where the ideal warrior is fashioned in our hearts.

     Chivalry cannot eliminate or tame this wild excess of spontaneity, and does not try. Instead, it channels it throughout every fiber of our being, melds it to everything we do—and in the processing of doing so makes us whole.

     The wildness is self-destructive only when we reject it or hold it at arm's length. By infusing it into our lives, it nourishes the soul like nothing else can. Our shadow is not a thing of evil and perversion— although untended, it can produce both. We need this shadow to be complete, and it needs us as well. 

     It is imperative for us to find our shadows and integrate them into our lives. We might not be pleased what we find but remember, this is result of pure neglect. 

     Embrace him. Rescue him. And he will rescue you.

     There are several ways to do this. The simplest is through ritual, whereby we recognize and honor the wild man as a valuable part of who we are. Jung tells us that ritual is enough to heal the rift—the turbulence of the unconscious mind really asks for nothing more. We can add this ritual to our embrace of chivalry.

     The following is a short ritual to illustrate what I mean. Although it involves a sword as a ritual object, which is meaningful to me, you can and should build your own ritual as it best applies to you.

Dialog with my Shadow

Dark Man of my soul,

It is you I honor, you from whom all the energy of manhood originates and resides. I value the honesty of your feelings, rooted in the earth and in battle and in the hunt. Your anger is profound. Your need for action true. I applaud your sense of outrage and need for justice. Without them, where would we be? The dragons of our existence thrive without you to combat them. You embolden me to walk free, and live by my own code. You are my father and brother and truest friend.

This sword symbolizes who you are—what you mean to me and to the world. Strength. Action. Defense. The ability to cut away illusion. It represents the history of men, blood spilt on the battlefield, which connects us all together.

Stay with me. Take your honored place in my soul and in my life. Strengthen me with your power, and guide me with your earthy wisdom.




The Dark King: Archetype of an Emerging Masculinity
December 5, 2014

Our current culture has more opportunities for increased consciousness, personal growth, and collective healing than ever before imaginable.  This makes the 21st century a potent time for actualizing a shared vision of healing for both men and women so that violence and traumas from the past need not be repeated but repaired on both local and global levels.  In order for men to rise and meet their female counterparts as equals, however, I believe that many men must first make a necessary personal and collective  "descent" - away from "acting out" of places of shadow power and dominance, or "acting in" through impotence and castration - and into the origins of these deep and aching wounds.  This is the path that Robert Bly refers to as "the road of grief and ashes," and that I feel leads to a shared re-imagining of what it means to be in power with others, rather than under or over.

An archetype has emerged for me that speaks to such an integration and deepening of the shared capacities of the masculine soul.  I envision him as a "Dark King," an image with archetypal roots planted deep in the mythic soil of East and West, and that represents to me the possiblity of an emerging masculine consciousness that acknowledges and respects the differences of others while remaining deeply sourced in his own integrated life force.  This "dark masculine," or "Lunar King" is a re-imaging of the "Solar King" that we have known for centures:  a king of light who supposedly casts no shadow, a savior, a religious leader or political figure-as-god, who wounds others unknowingly because he does not touch his own darkness, believing that he casts no shadow, and unconscious of his own life's wounds.  This is a figure that we have all known too well, both culturally and historically, as well as in our own families, communities, and religious or spiritual organizations.

A "Dark King" represents a man who is master of his energetic and emotional domain. He knows his shadow because he has been re-born from within its dark, fertile womb. He respects women and honors the sacredness of the feminine because he has touched his own feminine essence and knows it as good.  He is neither a "soft" nor a "hard" man, but a man who works toward integration:  light and shadow, solar and lunar, masculine and feminine.  He is a man deeply sourced in himself who can be of service and good to his family, his friends, and the world around him.  

Archetypally, the resurrection and birth of a "dark masculine" King is foreshadowed in multiple mythologies.  Osiris, a central Egyptian male deity, is killed and dismembered by his evil counterpart and brother, Seth, the god of the desert, only for his parts to be retrieved and "re-membered" by Osiris' goddess-lover, Isis.  Their reunion results in the birth of a divine son, Horus, the bird-headed god, representing the Spirit of a new masculinity born from the union of a consciously re-membered masculinity and the healing capacities of dark feminine awareness. 

Similarly, in the imagery of the Black Madonna of Eastern and Western European consciousness, a black son, the Christ-child, is presented on the lap of his Dark Mother.  Here the union that births the divine child occurs between the Black Virgin, representing matter, embodiment, and the chthonic earth elements, and the masculine Spirit, who impregnates the fertile vessel of the dark feminine goddess, giving birth to a new masculine awareness represented by the black, or dark son. 

In both instances, a son, manifesting as a young king, emerges from the union or re-membering of masculine and feminine, and represents new possiblities of what it means to be a man in relation to his "darker" aspects - embodiment, sexuality, and emotionality - rather than opposed to or repressing these fundamental aspects of life.  This is a fertile masculinity born from the union of a man's conscious relationship to the dark aspects of the feminine as both Goddess and Mother, and his own archetypal relationship with Spirit.  It is this constant interplay between matter and spirit, human and divine, masculine and feminine, that births a new and conscious masculinity in the souls of both women and men.

Sunday 10 December 2017

D'aath Veda



"Only a Master of Evil, D'aath...!!"

"Hey, you know what - Screw You, White-Hat!!

You wanna know something "Evil" - Leaving your BEST FRIEND, who is in PAIN, has just made a series of HORRIBLE (to your thinking) mistakes, to DIE, ALONE, inside a FREAKIN' VOLCANO, on FIRE!!!

And lecturing him on evil and betrayal, watching him burn whilst WEARING A BLANKET.!!


You don't get to Judge me."


“...the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void.” 

The Silmarillion, ‘Ainulindalë’



"Some have said that in ages long before She descended from The Darkness that lies about Arda […] in The Beginning She was one of those that He corrupted to His Service. But she had disowned Her Master."

– The Silmarillion, 
‘Of the Darkening of Valinor’ 
Chapter 8



In The Beginning was The Word
and The Word was with God, 
and The Word was God

The same was in The Beginning with God. 

All things were made by Him; 
and without Him was not any thing made that was made. 

In Him was Life; 
and The Life was The Light of Men. 

And The Light shineth in Darkness
and The Darkness comprehended it not.


"Then the Unlight of Ungoliant rose up even to the roots of the trees, and Melkor sprang upon the mound; and with his black spear he smote each Tree to its core, wounded them deep, and their sap poured forth as it were their blood, and was spilled upon the ground. 

But Ungoliant sucked it up, and going then from Tree to Tree she set her black beak to their wounds, till they were drained; and the poison of Death that was in her went into their tissues and withered them, root, branch, and leaf; and they died.

And still she thirsted, and going to the Wells of Varda she drank them dry; but Ungoliant belched forth black vapours as she drank, and swelled to a shape so vast and hideous that Melkor was afraid."


J.R.R. Tolkien
– The Silmarillion, 
‘Of the Darkening of Valinor’ 

Chapter 8







"But still, she was there, who was there before Sauron, and before the first stone of Barad-dûr; and she served none but herself, drinking the blood of Elves and Men, bloated and grown fat with endless brooding on her feasts, weaving webs of shadow; for all living things were her food, and her vomit darkness.
The Two Towers





Only a Master of Evil, Darth...

Clash of Lightsabres


In retrospect, looking back from where we are are currently, that final exchange of words between the two former friends and brothers-in-the-spirit, seems actually kinda odd, meeting one another again after decades of estrangement following the rupturing of their friendship and journey along very differing paths - why does The Hermit address his as Da'ath, like as if that's actually his NAME, rather than  an honorific title conferred upon initiates to the Sith art, along with their secret magickal name, bestowed upon each new initiate upon the commencement of his apprenticeship by his Master.

Why would he address him as "Darth", when everyone else addresses him as "Vader", or "My Lord", especially given that he not only knows his True, Given Name, but also his true CHOSEN Name, conferred upon him by His initiating Master Tutor in the Black Arts of Sith Sorcery and Dark Side Magicks, in a supposedly intended-to-be completely secret and occult 30 second P-2 style ceremony, never before witnessed by any amongst the profane, non-Sith outsiders, anywhere in the galaxy in nearly a thousand years...

But seriously, NO-ONE else addresses him or refers to him  (or any of the other Sith Lords) as simply "Darth", at any other point, anywhere in the saga - and only Yoda and Obi Wan ever refer to him in his absence as "Darth Vader", when talking with Luke concerning his future, destiny, and his ultimate test of skill and fate.

Nobody else in the galaxy, other than his master is meant to know his Secret Sith name and title, and by naming his order of rank aloud, The Hermit is able to gain just enough power over Vader during their fleeting excuse for a final final duel as to seize the initiative, momentarily knock Vader off balance just sufficient to gain the  upper hand over him, surrender his flesh of matter and achieve a decisive non- physical victory over his former pupil turned Nemesis and Shadow-self. 

The Da'ath is the Dweller on the Threshold of the gateway between the worlds, between ALL Worlds, that lies at the boundary where Life and Death meet to come face to face with their own dark refection of one another, and all that lies beyond both Death and Life, Beyond Good and Evil, out in the higher (and lower) plains of otherwise emanation, and the Nine other  Realms connecting together out there in the beyond, elsewhen within the branches of The Tree.


I have been using Tolkien as well as Twin Peaks, David Lynch movies generally, Kubrick, the Tarot and Astrotheology lately as a structure and cosmological schema to relate to a lot of these ideas and notions on a conceptual and operational level for this kind of deep study work on the really heavy duty shit like the Da'ath, and in respect of that, I think you may find the Sillmarillion especially useful and helpful to get a proper handle on this rather daunting thing (which is deliberately occluded and typically hidden away and not even shown to neophytes, due to its raw potency and potential to unleash complete mayhem on your life if you are incautious or poorly prepared to take on such a challenging and taxing spiritual test of your True Will - as Deputy Hawk warns in Twin Peaks, if you attempt to pass through the Black Lodge of your own inner Shadow-Self and think you can try to come face to face with The Dweller on The Threshold armed with only imperfect courage, then it will not only see right through you, it will utterly annihilate your soul. 

To be able to ask, 
"How's Annie?"

But back to Tolkien, in studying the mythos of the Silmarillion, I immediately intuited and recognised when studying it for the first time what I had previously suspected for quiet a while before, albeit subconsciously, from viewing and reading his later (cosmologically- speaking), far more accessible works as a firmly asseted subtext in both The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings - that for Tolkien, he was able to use in his writing, the biology, lifecycle and habits of Giant Spiders as his way relating to and copy big his expressions and manifestations of Da'-ath intruding into our, limited 3-Dimenional  realm of matter and certain mundane varieties of energies, protecting down onto our perceptual plane from a higher dimensionality, making themselves noticed  and conspicuously present and just plain THERE to our limited sensory REALITY construct via monstrous, vivid  emanations that take on the full shape, aspect, behaviour and form of Giant Spiders (of various different real-world scales of size, menace and monstrousity)


There is a very clearly related and intenntionally done and alarming  dramatic episode that occurrs around 1/3 of the way into the main narratuve, which Tolkien goes out of his way for a third time to make it clear to the reader, this time in plain and unambiguous terms that the Spiders are ABE NOT an original or native element of either Old White-Bearded Father God's design and plan for creation, OR that of Satan, starting  out simply by just fantasising and imagining how HE might have gone about laying out the universe, in a was that was clearly  just simply  more than accessible and versatile in terms of applying different techniques for figuring out exactly how to live in it, understand it and relate to how all of so many disparate aspects of it might add meaning, texture and flavours to your soul, in various ways that were ideally simple, Labour-saving and made sense without excessive forays into the abstract or pretentious. [Kinda like that last part, huh?]

But yeah, the first Mamma Spider-Demon  is explicitly identified by Tolkien as being a non-created sentience composed of Dark Matter and yawning, gaping hunger to devour ANYTHING that is of either matter, or spirit, all lights and forms of energy, a Dark Destructor beastial Demon Goddess originating from the area which exists OUTSIDE, and beyond the created universe of God and its realms of  Titans, Giants , Olympians, Heroes, Fair Folk, Men and Halflings.

Relatively early on in the cosmology of Middle Earth, Tolkein's Satan, Melkor, also called Mogroth, Sauron's original mentor, master and predecessor, the FIRST Dark Lord of matter to walk and dwell in or upon Middle Earth (I.e., here, our 3-D material reality), had just been bound and punished for his wicked behaviour by his peers, The Valar (which basically correspond exactly to the 200 Fallen Angels of the Book of Enoch, the Chiefs of Tens bound to material existence by swearing together mutual curse or an oath that locked them into the realm of materiality), and Mogroth was able to effect his escape from their fortress stronghold on Middle Earth - and while he is sneaking around at the base of the mountain range upon which it was built, and swearing  to return and wreak a terrible vengeance upon his fellow archons for binding and imprisoning him in chains for the equivalent of three or four ages of The Earth - there, in a dark, dank corner, he discovers and reveals himself to the great spider Ungoliant (Da'ath, by my reckoning).

And she has the effect of striking Mogroth (Satan) speechless and dumb in mortal terror and horror to behold her and her ceaseless aching, gluttony to devour EVERYTHING, because Mogroth instantly realise and recognises in the embodiment and incarnation of Ungoliant that :

a) Being familiar with every aspect of creation (having been present there in person along with the other Valar at the moment of creation, and witnessed the making of the entire cosmos he knows that God didn't have a hand in creating Da'ath, born of The Darkness outside creation, beyond the cosmos.

b) Satan knows HE certainly didn't create the Da'ath, and 

c) Aside from just promising her riches and spoils of vast bounties in matter to gorge on and just pointing Her in the opposite direction, towards his enemies and Nemesises, he is completely incapable of controlling or even restraining her and her ceaseless need to devour and consume EVERYTHING that is of matter, including him and ultimately as a thing of the purest darkness, she would resort to endlessly consuming even herself. She can't be reasoned with, quietened or calmed, merely held back by promises of still greater feasts and rich people eating in return for forming an alliance born of mutual greed and appetites.

Saturday 18 November 2017

Why is a Mouse When it Spins?







The Ancient One: 
You cannot beat a river into submission - you have to surrender to its currents, and use it's power as your own.

Dr. Stephen Strange: 
I control it by surrendering control? 
That doesn't make any sense. 

The Ancient One: 
Not everything does. 
Not everything has to.

Your intellect has taken you far in life, but it will take you no further.

Surrender, Stephen - Silence your ego, and your power shall rise.


I tell people that all the time. 


All the time. 

Especially Scientists, Engineers, Mechanics, anyone who works with money, stocks, or bonds and processes financial transactions; anyone whose dominant patterns of thought are largely preoccupied with numbers, weights and measures and the axioms of classical Euclidian Geometry - they never have a clue what that means, what I just said or what the hell I am even talking about. 

All that they know is The Mathematics, Angles and Ratios, that's all they are able to see and that's all that they think exists. 

Whereas, I fail dismally when it comes to The Mathematics - I understand The Physics. 


I understand The Dead Cat.

Tuesday 14 November 2017

The Company You Keep Movie - Would You Do It Again?



- Wow, you're much younger than I thought you'd be.

Well, that's always nice to hear.

I didn't mean it as a compliment.

Well... still, thank you.

- You did me a favor when you wrote that article.

I wouldn't mistake it for sympathy.
No... just clarity.

Yeah... clarity.

So, let's talk clarity.

Okay. 

You were on your way to New York to turn yourself in?

How does Billy Cusimano fit in?

- Billy's my friend, and he did nothing but encourage me to...
turn myself in if I thought that that would bring me peace.


Mmm... you know his phone was tapped?

- Yeah. They got lucky.

And you got unlucky.

- Yeah.

Why now, after thirty years?

You don't have kids, do you?

- No, I... I barely have furniture.

Well, if you do, yourealize that they change you.
I have two, a boy and a girl...

- Mm-hmm.

...and I waited until I thought they were old enough to be able to handle it, but still young enough that... I can...

So was it a crisis of conscience?

Hmm?

Remorse for past transgressions that became intolerable?

The past thirty years in a sentence! Ha.

Wow, it must be nice to see the world so cleanly.

Didn't you once?

Most of us led very sheltered lives, we had no real relationship with violence.
But at that time, all these... kids were... taking to the streets
in, uh, Japan, and France, China, Angola, There was revolution, and I wanted to be part of it.

Sure! Sounds groovy.

You think we were all just a... bunch of doped up hippies running around.
It was hardly groovy, our government was murdering millions, and we could see... horrifying images, on the news... magazines, My Lai, Selma... made us crazy, we didn't know what to do, we... we, uh, protested, we sat in, we got our sculls cracked and the war just kept escalating.
And then there was Kent State, and Jackson State, and... kids our age... were being murdered by our government... on campuses.

It's not our finest hour.

It wasn't abstract, there was a draft.
You would've gotten a number, and then... all you could do is just wait.
And everybody knew somebody that was going over, or somebody who was not coming back.
You never get over that.

- Apparently not.
It sounds to me like justification,
I find it hard to believe that the only
option available to you at the time was violence.
Well, we thought that sitting at home while your government
committed genocide and doing nothing about it, that that was violence.
What about you?
What are you willing to take a risk for?

I don't know. I know that I wouldn't blow up a building. I wouldn't kill anybody for anything.

Yeah, well... dissent can be dicey.
But you can't get to my age
without some regrets.

Would you do it again?

If... I didn't have kids, and old parents that I love,
Yeah, I would do it again.
Smarter, better... different.
But I'd do it, yeah.
We made mistakes, but we were right.

Hmm... and is Nick Sloan right?

He has a daughter much younger than yours, that he abandoned in a hotel room.

People do what they have to do.

- Well, what are you doing then, here with me? I mean, you...
you had a choice in all this after all.

Well, look at me. It doesn't matter what I say, unless...
I say it to somebody who's interested in The Truth.
And it seems, as if you're interested in The Truth. Most people aren't. What are you gonna do?

- My job.

Good.

And what do you think Jim... Nick...what do you think he's doing now?

Maybe you should figure that out.

- Hmm.

Look, if my coming here in any way was responsible for... him being found out, well that was not my intention, and he knows that.
We never betrayed each other, not once, any of us, over all these years, and I'm not about to start now.

What about Mimi Lurie? Is she out there living a good, clean, productive life?

- Anything's possible.

Mimi and Nick... were different. Radicals? Yes. But also lovers.

Did you ...

There's something you're not telling me.
What are you driving at, Shepard?
We know that Nick Sloan is looking
for something or someone to clear him.
I know that's your assumption.
- Could that be Mimi Lurie?
I'm off the record.
Think it out. First he'd have to find
her, and convince her to testify.
Second, she'd have to surrender.
But it's a participants testimony.
- That's the point.
If Mimi comes out of hiding, and surrenders herself
to testify that Nick Sloan wasn't at the bank,
it's what lawyers call a declaration against interest.
Destroys her own possibility of a defense.
It would clear him.
Why? Why would she do that? Why would she
give herself up to a jail sentence to save him?
I mean, what is her motivation?
You really she's gonna do that?
Don't matter what we think.
He obviously believes he can convince her.
- Why now?
Why not do this back then?
How long have you known about this?
I'm obviously not the only person in this conversation
who knows about her ties to a piece of
property just on the other side of Canada.
Mr. Osborne, what's the actual charge
against a law enforcement officer who
fails to follow credible evidence about
the whereabouts of a known fugitive?
I think there'd be a variety, actually.
You have information,
why aren't you coming forward?
Well, you have information too.
So what are you gonna do?
I'm a journalist.
I'm gonna do what I always do.
And this information's gonna be on
every computer screen in the next 20 minutes,
and I'm gonna find out everything
you're hiding from me,
and I'm gonna expose it in a very big and very real way.
You're about to do a lot of damage
to a lot of people.
You've no idea how much.
I think they have it coming.
- On that, you could not be more wrong.
Innocent people are about to get
swept up in this storm you're unleashing.
Trust me.
- Trust you...?
Tell me something, Mr Osborne.
Are you one of those innocent people?
- No, I am not.
But my daughter is.



Well, before she can not surrender,
she has to first not get caught.