Curated by The Esoteric Library — selected passages from Bruce Lyon’s essay. Read the full piece at the source: Wild Love at the Speed of Dark — Our Dark Divinity
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We are fucked. Finally. That is so good. It’s an authentic place to start to listen to what is not known and cannot be known. Only when we are fucked and know that we are fucked can we truly open to a radical intervention. Einstein said that a problem can’t be solved at the same level that it was created. He also gave us E=mc2 and the theory of relativity. Space, time, mass energy all intertwined and tied up with a constant - the speed of light. Nothing travels faster. Except quantum entanglement - something he himself labelled ‘spooky action at a distance.’
On earth the speed of light doesn’t seem too limiting. Light travels around the earth seven times a second and so to all intents and purposes its fast enough for communication. A galaxy is different. Light takes 30,000 years to reach us from the centre of the galaxy and will never arrive from other galaxies travelling away from us in space at light speed. A hell of a way to run a universe. What coheres such a vast entity if light can’t communicate between its component parts? Enter the dark. Dark matter and dark energy comprise 95% of that universe according our latest theories. What is the relationship between this dark substrate and the surface vibrations of light and substance? How does the dark communicate? Are all black holes simply one black hole? Are atoms black holes at their core too? Does the dark cohere everything so that when one thing changes, everything does?
Light is the symbol for consciousness and we have been in love with it at least since the renaissance. We believed and many still do that more consciousness is the answer. Education, reason, enlightenment. Get humans to a certain level of consciousness and then boom, a tipping point, the hundredth monkey wakes up one bright morning in a new world. Except that its quite obvious now that consciousness is not enough. Even whole communities of well educated and informed people who meditate regularly, recycle their plastic, don’t discriminate against minorities and have mastered their orgasmic potential - are not vibrating fast enough to escape the gravity of our collective narcissism. Back to we are fucked.
What if we directed our attention to the dark instead of light? Not the dark of ignorance but the divine dark, the holy dark that lives under, in and between both light and matter, consciousness and form. Perhaps this dark is a portal to a wild love that operates outside of space and time as we know them. Which is handy because we are almost out of both time and space. What if there is a power that we have not yet tapped into, a power that can transform humanity from voracious caterpillar into graceful butterfly? What if it could change things instantly, irrevocably? What if it is the only thing that ever can and ever has in spite of what we think about the causes of our evolution?
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Human free will. What a wonderful fire. Nothing can take it away from us. But we can consent to surrender. We can let the dark descend upon us. The darkness of god. We can let the darkness well up inside us. The darkness of the goddess. We can let the darkness pour through the centre of our hearts. The darkness of wild love.