The Kingdom Burns

A few weeks ago a handful of red-necks attempted and insurgence and stormed the United States White House in an attempt to take senators hostage and perhaps kill some of them.  They were spurred on by the then 45th President of the United States Donald Trump.  Things are starting to stir in the Kingdom. 

 

The Wheel of Fortune revolves, as does the Chariot, and along with great villains we are witnessing the birth of great heroes.  Journalists, activists, comedians, artists, dreamers and magicians;  the list merely limited by our imagination, all finally focusing on one cause, the great final battle,  galvanized ineradicably in each of our DNA.  We have been preparing for this moment for a life time.

 

In our handful of decades on Earth we have witnessed justice and injustice alike.  Some of it caused by us, other times we were on the receiving end.  We came to know what is good and what is bad, not because some absent God taught us so, but because we mastered it through blood, death and tears.

 

Time claims it fare.  As we age and wizen we also attain the intrinsic powers of Knowledge and Logic, or at least this is what is on offer, this can be your prize, the penultimate Treasures to the Final and Last. Thing is do you have the skills to use your reward, or are your eyes fixed on the dew of samsara, dissolving in the Light of the Black Sun Rising?

 

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And the seconds keep ticking away.

 

Here in the UK our Death Toll now surpasses 100, 000.  The politicians lie and look away, spurred on by the media moguls we are being forced to return to work and comply. More die by the minute as those in Power make money.

 

Sometimes I think I am going to go mad with anguish and the prevailing sense of Injustice that floods the world.  The rich are becoming outrageously richer as the poor die by the masses, exposed to the full consequences of a reality we so hard tried to plaster up and avoid. 

 

As the days pass the all encompassing shadow of death throws its veil around entire families and communities, finally stripping us of absolutely everything we love, our very children and parents, or spouses and friends.

 

The stories of tragedy and pain come in massive waves that multiply by the hour, people expose their inner most grief in order to show us that those that govern us have finally taken everything we have and are; our very lives, even our very Gods. 

 

As the rivers of misery and sorrow flow and we bare witness to the great injustices done towards our brothers and sisters another epoch has been ushered in where it becomes apparent that our God seems very un-apparent.

 

Where are you Shepard?  Great Archons of Balance and Harmony why have you abandoned Your Thrones? Or is it finally that we will find ourselves in debt to our transgressors because they have cast the dark veils of religion and superstition ablaze.  Is this the Eon where Man becomes his own Master through the murder of his very own God by his overlords?  Surely if those that murder us in plain sight go unpunished and instead their heinous acts make them very wealthy individuals that live long and prosperous lives, then where is our Justice and what have we really become? Or is it that the price to Paradise is the sacrifice of everything we ever loved and hold sacred?  What kind of sick mind would believe that? 

 

Well, slaves for one, because death is the only hope they have.  Death is the only hope WE have. But it does not have to be our own Death.   Think of that for a minute.

 

It is nearly midnight and the death toll rolls on even faster.  Outside this Millennium’s plague claims more souls. The bank accounts of the wealth swell with our ancestor’s blood money as we huddle close to our loved ones in terror and dread. All the politicians and their parents have had the prophylactic vaccines needed to protect them, now they tell us there are not enough vaccines to go around for the rest of us.

 

The Kingdom mourns its dead whilst the powerful laugh and laugh and laugh.   And here behind the Veil, watching through my dusty blinds as the wind pushes on in the winter night, I surveil Malkuth and its many woes, waiting for the time Bridegroom will awake to avenge His Beloved and Her flock.

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Then there was Fire