What do you we see going on here magickally? The Swan, 1915, by Hilma Af Klint

So few truly understand that loving the other... is mastering the divine polarity within yourself firstly. When the masculine container and the feminine current are integrated and held in stasis inside your own architecture, loving another ceases to be a frantic bid for validation—it is simply reflected as sovereign Agape. If I love YOU, isn’t it about showing you that? Isn’t it about how I act in love of and for you? Is it not about actually being aware of you and showing it in large and small acts that are about you—seen as you truly are? How many people are in relationships where they say "I love you"—and it’s only ever said, never shown? That is the ego talking: I love you. I as in ME, the ego voice. It becomes entirely about the person doing the loving, not the other being witnessed openly in love and awe of them. It’s a very slippery mechanism, but the ego constantly exerts itself for its own comfort and validation. Look at the modern ritual of it all—the exhausting, consensus "flamingo dances" we’ve all witnessed in modern courting. People march, twist, flash wealth, and posture with curated perfection to signal fitness and secure a mate. But when you look beneath the feathers, what are wealth-signaling and the endless dating theater if not the purest expressions of egoic coveting and slippery-slope anxiety? It’s the human animal saying, “Look at my display, look at my plumage—validate me so I don’t have to feel my own isolation.” Then look at the flip side: "You’re not loving me how I want to be loved." That’s a heavy box to open—it seems to fly in the face of what was written above. But we’ve been conditioned as a society to treat relationships like a scoreboard, turning them into a slow, miserable crawl to the grave bound by the idea that you must stay with someone simply because you once said the words and the score needs to be evened out. When we look at the modern romanticized paradigm, we trace it back to 18th-century Europe—literally only ten generations ago. That is a blink of an eye in human history. Yet we have institutionalized it with literal government contracts that tell us we are legally bound to one another. Oh, how the ego loves a cage; there is a strange mix of security and dread woven all at once into those artificial tethers.

There are moments in the work when the heavy noise of the world simply drops away. If you have been following the rhythm of the recent celestial alignments—moving through the stark shadow of the eclipse into the quiet aftermath—you might have felt this shift in your own bones. It’s that rare, breathless second where the frantic striving of the everyday mind stops, and you find yourself standing in a profound, unshakeable stillness. In our work here, we don't treat this stillness as an empty vacuum or a forced discipline. We recognize it as the living edge of the Black Sun—that delicate, razor-thin corona where the deep, unmeasured potential of the Nightside meets the clarity of the daylight world. Think of it like resting at a quiet center point. While the outer world spins with its usual noise, opinions, and endless "shoulds," the inner architecture remains completely undisturbed. The boundary holds effortlessly, allowing the raw, creative energy of life to pour through without a single drop of friction or burnout. When we allow ourselves to rest in that quiet hub—to simply let go of the steering wheel and let the aperture of perception open naturally—we stop fighting the current. The divisions between inner and outer, shadow and light, begin to dissolve into a clean, harmonious whole. It is a reminder that the Great Work isn't about performing, striving, or building a louder mask. Sometimes, it’s simply about holding the container with absolute grace, letting the noise fall away, and remembering what it feels like to breathe in pure, unconditioned alignment. Where is your compass pointing today?

So. I'm a early morning guy. Yes .. it's 4:33 a.m. And so I thought well I'm up and so here you go🤗 https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=uqjhUMnSbRE&si=hYLV54LIFKiq3Ewt. Tantra is not about sex. Best quote from this podcast. This is an introduction to a very interesting gentleman as well as a book I've not read and now would like to... and a podcast that talks about magick from a very real and accessible way. So. Let me know what you think. No answer is wrong 💯 The section of Nuit.... This is how we view the idea and conceptualizing of the infinite void. The womb of potential unbounded awareness of consciousness herself. A GREAT listen. So while I don't necessarily give open homework, you know, hey, give it a listen and let's have a chat! 🤗 Cheers!

I need you to pretend with me and go back in time for a moment... While I shared this on Instagram yesterday with the full purpose of doing so under the black sun... I didn't share on the day of wisdom here. So without further Ado... The book share for the week...