🔁 The mythical Lion of Damascus has bowed out. Great Syria, one of the last countries named after an ancient God, is no more. Muck and scum and mac...

Forwarded From Continental-Conscious

The mythical Lion of Damascus has bowed out. Great Syria, one of the last countries named after an ancient God, is no more. Muck and scum and machinations shall imminently swarm and descend upon and defile ancient lands. One of the first recent — since the “End of History” — forceful rebuttals to the pseudo-empire's black rainbow has, so it seems, been taken off stage, slated to be reduced to a no-man’s-land. Ancient graves and soils will be desecrated by the usual “shapeshifting, syncretic” suspects. Hammer-wielding warriors of great symphonies will be left once again in caesura. Just this past weekend, in Amsterdam, I saw “post-Syrian flags” flying from cars driven by degenerates. A whole generation — my very most own, lived and witnessed across continents, from the streets to treatises, from actions to thoughts, and vice versa, etc. — faces a new, unexpected cognition that was already thought to be recognized and done. Alas…

As with any major geopolitical event, the sandshifting proportions of the sacred and the profane are thrown upon us in overpowering overflowing. Everything in our age is mixed, impure. We only exist as we interpret and live on.

In case you needed more proof, we are in the Kali-Yuga. Even the most battle-hardened fortresses can fall in a few days. Even the fakest paper tigers can survive for years. A sign of eternity can evaporate in an instant. A seeming moment can be catapulted — and can throw us — into the orbit of cosmic order.

If you are truly living here and now, then you know that we are in the heart of War, “the Father of All — some He has made Gods, some men, some free, some slaves.” The latter are not static categories. Nothing is static in war. In fact, nothing - nobody — is ever static if living. Everyone, including those who try to avoid the current climate, is at war within themselves in one sphere of life or another. The latter try to accuse those of us with larger hearts and wider sensitivites of missing the point. On the other hand, those who seek to corral war into lesser parameters try to muster excuses, explanations, accusations against those of us who find peace amidst the greater backdrop.

This is the nerve of revolutionary existence: the drama of mortal structures clashes and dances with the drama of immortal infrastructures and superstructures. The playing-outs of myths collide with the play of Myth. No analyses or geopolitical maneuvers can save what is truly great from the sways of this age.

Finitude seems to be the end, but it is really — or really can be — the beginning.

As finite men and women, we should know that it is infinitely more important to focus on the sacred, the immortal, and the eternal rather than the profane, the mortal, and the temporary. For some reason, this was meant to be. In this respect, nothing has changed. Everything is still beginning.

This is the ending point for much, but also the starting point for the next generations. What example are we to be?

Therefore, as the memes, “hot takes,” “analyses,” and other reactions spew forth in abundance, only the following is worth remembering:

The latter are definitely not the reason why you got started; they are not by any means what sustained and sustains struggle; and they are not the way forward. None of the “analysts” “predicted” this, nor could you have. Because analysis has nothing in common with life. It has even less in common with myth, eternity, the sacred, the soul and spirit… and real countries and real leaders.

Therefore, with all due respect to my comrades who experience this moment in alternative ways (to each their own!) let it be said that this is not a time for analyses, disses, or optics — all of which, of course, have their proper place in proper hands. Rather, this is the time to remember and renew what is most important: You, dear soul, have been put here in order to face the challenge of living in a “world order” against the soul, and the authentic response is something altogether different from reading and bemoaning the news.