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

After 9/11, when Armaggedon rhetoric ramped up in Western politics, a question arose in my mind and wouldn’t let me go: What gives this “end of the world” idea such tenacity?

Besides the violent religious fundamentalist perspective of global catastrophe that signals salvation for the believers and the beginning of eternal mega suffering for the damned, and the secular version in which the ongoing war of us/them is played out with a fervent lemming-like compulsion towards human annihilation and planetwide ecological destruction, could there be mystical and life-supporting perspectives that offer something we could call sacred Apocalypse? The word Apocalypse means unveiling: what unveiling of sacred consciousness could help us evolve through the current perils facing humanity?

Is there something embedded within the endangered human mythogenetic code of archetypal, mythopoetic, symbolic structures that knows how to die to  the conceptual prison of pre-ordained linear time  and be reborn into a cyclical road from Apocalypse to Genesis? In other words, is there a way that our current predicament could dropkick us across the threshold into a spiritually wholesome way of life on this planet?

There are several names given to our times: End Times, Great Unraveling, Great Turning. I like to call it the Great Gamble,  given the high stakes that seem to only be  getting higher on the daily. 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 the love that manifests as an innate compassionate mysticism with which the human heart communicates with all there is. We’re all in this together.

Welcome to the love side of the apocalypse, if such a thing exists. We currently live in such a state of uncertainty and delusion, I won’t take it for granted that there is one, though I used to.

loved by roses