The Magenta Diary

The Magenta Diary on the 20th of January

If you look, you’ll find that the fabric of our world has been opened up, its core exposed and the reality we live within is full of colonised, isolated, distracted, stressed, unhealthy, mentally agitated, tax slaves, working hard for those they love, for their dreams, to create time to explore the world before they die and to engage their silently screaming creativity.

Encouraged to externalise the locus of responsibility, your materialist hedonistic ego desires stroked into a frenzied narcissistic orgasm of self-serving entitlement, climactically exploding into an illusion of fulfilment and purpose, before the moment passes leaving you lonely, bereft and disappointed, hungry for someone, something else. On, on, onto the next thing, on and on and on. Always looking forward. Always seeking some other hit. Living on a diet of anxiety and adrenaline, eyes on the screen, mind in the gutter.

Do you live in a caring, loving society, a place of true democracy that seeks to encourage you to broaden your mind, to nourish your soul and to cultivate you to become an expanded version of your potentiality?

Do you live in a world that listens to your true voice? Have to developed the ability to truly think for yourself? Have you developed the capacity to listen to another, to truly ‘hear’ another? Have you cultivated that fabled state of being in which presence flourishes, stillness? Have you visited the Twins – Pause and Quietness, the Guardians of Awareness, the ultimate experience of all pervading sweetness concealed in the vibration of busyness, that turns the noise into something meaningful, inspiring and rejuvenating?

Our collective psyche stands on the threshold of a different encounter, as the fabric of our reality has been laid bare so that we can realise how little we know ourselves and we can turn away from all that distracts, divides and isolates. The revolution continues, as the Game ups the ante on a new table.

Welcome to the time to disinfect your mind and to hear through the sirens.

Reflections on Pluto’s Ingress to Fixed Air

Art by Alex Gross