And when I say these names of the old Gods, I don’t really mean THEM, I mean what they represent - the archetypes. And when I say archetype, what I really mean is something that lives within my own psyche - a creature of my own imagination or subconscious. What is curious is that we all seem to share the same archetypes, hence my growing belief in a collective “hive mind” - call it what you will.
This Mind isn’t just a collective of egoic consciousness, though it is that as well. It actually has the ability to morph reality, change things, make shit happen. It does it all the time but apparently it’s sort of shy or something, and it doesn’t really want to be noticed. In my life it’s always doing the craziest shit, but I had to learn its language first, before I could really get what was going on. The language is that of symbols - religious, mostly. Numbers, geometry, sigils, gods and heroes, all that. It’s like the Esperanto of the subconscious, or something.
Speaking of Esperanto, there has been only one movie ever filmed in Esperanto, and guess who it starred? Hint: his communicator features a "universal translator".
Besides learning the dialect, the other thing is to listen. Sync is the art of listening to this Mind. It speaks via repetition of symbols. “Listening”, is simply noticing the pattern of the moment. Are we seeing a lot of 77’s lately? Or maybe the color red is resonating. Or maybe we recognize ourselves, or those around us, acting out a particular archetypal narrative. this layering of syncs can get fairly intense at times, with all aspects playing a sort of symbolic symphony of meaning. My humble ego is not really able to grasp the entirety of the Word, so to speak, but I do have my moments.
Honestly, I think this Mind is asserting itself right now. We egos have quite obviously fucked everything up. Again.
And as it was in the days of Noe, so shall it be also in the days of the Son of man. ~Luke 17:26There’s a huge amount of shit to deal with when you consider that maybe your ego isn’t the king of the universe like you thought. Am I merely an Id robot? A puppet of a higher consciousness? Is there any free will at all? I don’t know any of the answers, but I’m very open. In a way, I’m relieved that my ego isn’t in control after all, petty tyrant that it is. These days, I think of my egoic self as on a roller coaster that has its ups and downs traveling along the tracks of destiny. I don’t really have much choice about what goes by me under the wheels of time. But a saying keeps going through my head:
Carpe Diem - Seize the Day. “Stop Time” in other words.