Aquarius quietly slips in as we move toward St. Brighid’s Day. Aquarius is about quickening, the quickening that comes often with surprise and suddenly, the quickening of new life.
It is time to affirm once again that love makes everything simple. Hate, by contrast, is not only a cause of complexity, but of catastrophe.
And so, too, is its incubator: Greed.
This Kaleidoscope Of Life — This Mosaic Of Infinite Puzzle Pieces, Of Shards, Of Burnt Flesh Offerings, Of Aims Toward Mercurial Apexes Reached By Armed Processions — Has Moved Through Millennia Of Power’s Architectures.
This grand orb of a stage has witnessed the comings and goings of ages, and its dust — its residues — destined to lie beneath the footprints of the future: of who, and what, comes after.
I have often thought of what we are traversing now as tragic necessities — not as punishments, but as thresholds — woven alongside the radiant potential of what we might yet become.
And I Am, Despite Everything, Profoundly Optimistic About The Future.
I honor the generations before us. Through dire experiences and brutal epochs, they became the living sacrifice — just as we are now — for the next stage of development, the next architecture of being.
Sacrifice, in this sense, is not loss without meaning. It is the friction that awakens consciousness. It is what presses awareness out of instinct, out of repetition, out of sleep.
