Yeah, it’s pretty depressing, also a muddle of “did we come from Atlantis or outer space.” Like, make your minds up dudes!
I have never seen a single human being who did not have a massively complex backstory of past lives, ancestral and spiritual inheritances (for which the goddess Buné who regularly manifests in serpentine forms, including her history as the goddess Wadjet) as well as guides, proitectors, and all manner of things going on.
It’s like each and every one of us is a rock star, playing one gig in our role in whatever emobodied form we have, and behind the scenes the riggers, roadies, agents, management, ticket company etc are all working away to give us our shot in the limelight.
When I see people fall into self-hate it BURNS me, the blindness and the societal perpetuation of that blindness, to our true glory.
Every crack whore dying in an alley, every beggar quietly falling apart in a gutter somewhere has this going on and yet our entire society forces us to see each other as nothing more than golems, beings of clay who are interchangeable and dispensible. Every single human is a unique composition of astrological energies, genetics, and spiritual lines come together for one perfect moment.
And yet people kill themselves, live lives of medicated daily despair, or abuse their bodies in a million different ways because they don’t feel as good as the neurotic narcissists paraded before them on instagram and in magazines and movies. And even though we live in an era where even the poorest ordinary person has access to more libraries, more arts and entertainment, knowledge of health and nature, than even a King had just 500 years ago.