The Oath of the Warrior
Sometimes, words start to flow through me. As if completely aligned with the true inventors of every idea known to men, which hide in the realm of the Imaginal, little me sometimes becomes a bit of a channel for that which apparently needs to be told.
This peculiar phenomenon started happening a while before I wrote my first post here. After a long and extremely tedious journey through the underworld (coined collective unconscious by Jung), I had my first almost possessive encounter with a wolf-like being. In the night, especially when the moon was full, it would enter my personal consciousness, leading me to feel what he felt, including the rather animalistic urge to bite my wife in her neck. The only thing separating me from becoming this wolf named Wodan was consciousness itself. Because there was no full identification, I was able to come into contact with this being and ask it questions. Instead of fearfully pushing it away, there was a degree of friendly curiosity, just enough to “personify” this being in my personal consciousness. Since then, it never really left. Instead, it became a helpful friend in the journey of my Soul, inducing me with powers unfamiliar to me.
Did I make it up? Perhaps. Does it matter? It does if you believe the world to be mechanical and do not see value in any experience that falls out of the materialistic spectrum. It does not if you see the world as a dreamlike construct, a playground for the Soul, in which every particle contains the whole as a reflection of it. In this view, archetypes, deities, gods, or whatever you name them, are simply part of humanity’s experience, longing for themselves to be remembered.
Truth is, we all have a wide plethora of archetypes living in ourselves, who influence our behaviour in every step. But if unconscious, it are primarily the shadow sides of the Mother, the Inner Child, the Father, the Lover, and so on, that are projected on our outer world, thereby enslaving us and our environment.
We all have a personal Daimon, a higher spirit side of ourselves who lives in the Imaginal realm. A realm that is blocked to us, unless we dare to take the road downwards. It is wildly ironical, that to give ‘my’ will up to the Daimon, often feels like the strongest experience of freedom. It’s as if walker and path are completely aligned and time and space disappear entirely. But make no mistakes, as to be true to yourself, and thus your Daimon, also means facing the energetic and emotional load of all shackles that keep you caged. And that is no minor feat.
In my personal experience, every archetypal encounter, after separating from them and giving them their rightful place in consciousness itself, changed my perception of reality to an unimaginable degree. As if, by making conscious what is very much alive but simply unconscious, you start to free yourself from the shackles of objective reality. Because really, there isn’t any.
But to be honest, it feels as if the visions and insights given to me over the last years will take many years to truly unpack and embody, perhaps a lifetime. For my body-mind often had and still has a hard time with coping with the intensity of the energetic and visionary downloads.
Anyway, the following text was the result of the latest writing flow, synchronistically aligned with the death and rebirth of Mercury in the heart of the Sun (a Mercury cazimi), which to me as an archetypally Mercurian person often is a direct gateway to the Imaginal. Here it goes:
The oath of the warrior
The warrior let his life be led by the darkness,
wherever he goes, it confronts it head-on.
He never wavers, never recoils from illuminating that which contains no light.
Fierce and fearless, he stands before the forces of darkness, protected by the guardians of light.
Targeted by those unconsciously bound by the dark,
he must endure blow after blow, hit after hit,
endlessly struggling onwards, because he can never surrender to the dark
He must face the torture, the shame, the envy, the greed and the deception,
to eventually give way to a brighter world.
Bleeding for humanity itself, the warrior takes on the burden of the future,
the future that is created through the seeds of the present,
containing limitless possibilities in one single moment
Using his pen as a weapon, his voice as a shield and his guardians as an armor,
he dares to go where others do not
He pierces the depths that lie before him, consciously threading into the uncanny unknown,
in pursuit of treasures that help him illuminate yet another part of reality,
thereby prohibiting the forces of deception and conceit one more step towards human enslavement.
The warrior’s mission is written in stone: He must free humanity from its chackles, release them from their burden, slice open their blind eyes and help them re-member their limitless creative potential.
For then and only then, can a world be co-created that once again remembers the Gods into the human world. A world in which humanity walks hand in hands with the Gods, continuously remembering their one and only purpose: To be vessels of creation itself, blessed with the gift of self-reflection to continuously shed light on the dark side of the One itself.
So that reality ever evolves, ever changes,
while the mirror on which it appears is eternal, still and unborn.