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Dreaming the Apocalyptic Tango: A Love Letter from the End of the World

After 9/11,  Armageddon rhetoric ramped up in Western political rhetoric, and I became fascinated with the various elements contained in the idea of apocalypse / end times / end of the world / rapture/ global catastrophe. Questions arose in my mind:

Why does this idea of the end of the world have such tenacious longevity?

What other perspectives exist besides the Christian fundamentalist version? Are there perspectives that are mystical and life-supporting? Is there such a thing as sacred apocalypse? If so, how do  we live it?

Is there something embedded within the human mythogenetic code — within archetypal, mythopoetic, human structure, within symbolic consciousness, within endangered human qualities — that knows how to die and be reborn, that knows how to step out of the conceptual prison of pre-ordained story within linear time and travel the cyclical road from Apocalypse to Genesis? Is there a way to be artful with our time?

And so began a long and often difficult inquiry into apocalyptic alchemy, with the world and my individual consciousness as the lab.   The ongoing results of my research, experience, and experiments are here.

There are various names given to our times. I like to call it the Great Gamble. If you look around, you can see that the stakes are high, and getting higher. Rumi wrote: “Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being.” I invite you to join me in exploring what it might look like to be a true human being who gambles everything for love, not love as Western culture fairy tale, but a wild gnosis,  an indigenous mysticism that has its home in the human heart.

Welcome to the love side of the apocalypse.

loved by roses