A New Moon in Aquarius seems to me a good time to start this blog anew.
I have what I suspect is bronchitis – for only the second time in my life – and I’m just waiting on a doctor’s appointment tomorrow to get some antibiotics for it.
Otherwise, I’ve locked down my Facebook page – it’s only for family, now – and I’ve made a couple of commitments to my soul for this solar passage.
One is to try to discern as clearly as I can the dreamlike nature of this existence.
It’s quite startling, when you begin to actually pay attention to what is happening around and through you, how much of it has the aura of a night dream. It’s just a bit longer, a tad more coherent. But not much.
Following on from that – as the two ideas are connected – is a commitment to try to discern the presence of the Wetiko virus in this plenum. That one’s almost too easy, and I don’t mean I’ve suddenly become paranoid and am seeing Wetiko in every bush (although in every Bush, now, that’s a different kettle of fish).
This involves me acknowledging fully and honestly the extent of my own darkness. My own potential for evil. My own Wetiko infection.
Like bronchitis, it’s so easily picked up. Indeed, we’re born into an infected culture so it would be startling if we didn’t cultivate the virus from an early age. I know this to be the case in myself and in just about every other human I have ever known.
That sounds like a hopeless prognosis, but in reality it’s probably our way out. The sickness of Wetiko – also encompassed by words such as the Patriarchy, Gangster Capitalism, Rampant Consumerism and many more – actually contains the seed of its potential cure. In coming to awaken in the dream, to notice this sickness entrenched in humanity for the past 10 000 years, we discover both our own complicity and out own enlightenment. To see the thing is the first part of the cure. To acknowledge the depths of our own infection is the next. From there…well, let’s just see where this light takes us, shall we?