Valentine’s Lupercalia and the Death of Love at the End of the World

LOVE

LOVE IS.

LOVE IS LIFE.

LOVE IS POWER.

LOVE IS DIVINE.

is god love ? is love god ? and goddess ?

or is love merely a human attribute projected upon an imagined image of deity ?

 If indeed God is Love and Love is God, can Love love?

We humans make messes of Love.

Such as celebrating our lust as things fall apart.

Ancient Pagan Festival of Lupercalia

Saint Valentine’s Day

Blood and Life

Birth and Death

One Love

Many People

Valentine’s Day

Armageddon of the Heart

Bereft of a Lover, she reads alone in the chill of February. It is the only way she knows to escape from her pain without dulling her soul.

Bereft of a Lover, she reads alone in the chill of February. It is the only way she knows to escape from her pain without dulling her soul.

Ruins of Ancient, Postmodern Lupercalian Sex Machines too broken down to fuck this lovely Valentine's Day Night.

Ruins of Ancient, Postmodern Lupercalian Sex Machines too broken down to fuck this lovely Valentine’s Day Night.

The air changes all who breathe. Breathing changes love. It all changes you. Air is life. Air is death. Breathing fuels every cell to live. Gaia yearns for Cernunnos to merge and spawn. Goddess gives birth to more Gods who work with Prometheus to mold our flesh deep in the ovens of the Holy Sun. Soul cleaves with Spirit to penetrate matter. Life blossoms from energy and emerges across the Universe. Enchanted with life, Sophia birthed forth Demiurge. Ignorant, isolated, and bereft of LOVE, he grew increasingly malevolent. Demiurge thundered forth to create his universe of worlds and battled the Higher God of Love and Creation for domination of the Earth. Humans were terrified, confused, and forced into believing Demiurge was the only God to worship. Sophia was forgotten along with Gaia and every other Goddess. The entire Universe screamed in protest, a scream we still hear as we listen to the electromagnetic shrieking of Matter across time and space. A most wicked and capricious Demiurge tormented all his creations as he raged and cried out for and against a Mother he hasn't known since birth. Demiurge set himself up on a giant throne to toy with and destroy bit by bit his own creations and smeared all others Divine as of the Devil. As the true Shaitan, Demiurge hid the truth from men and from women of his hideous yet powerful Imposition. Only Love will transform this Devil God, and it must be Love wrapped in kindness and compassion backed by the strength of billions of strong, resilient spines.

The air changes all who breathe. Breathing changes love. It all changes you. Air is life. Air is death. Breathing fuels every cell to live. Gaia yearns for Cernunnos to merge and spawn. Goddess gives birth to more Gods who work with Prometheus to mold our flesh deep in the ovens of the Holy Sun. Soul cleaves with Spirit to penetrate matter. Life blossoms from energy and emerges across the Universe. Enchanted with life, Sophia birthed forth Demiurge. Ignorant, isolated, and bereft of LOVE, he grew increasingly malevolent. Demiurge thundered forth to create his universe of worlds and battled the Higher God of Love and Creation for domination of the Earth. Humans were terrified, confused, and forced into believing Demiurge was the only God to worship. Sophia was forgotten along with Gaia and every other Goddess. The entire Universe screamed in protest, a scream we still hear as we listen to the electromagnetic shrieking of Matter across time and space. A most wicked and capricious Demiurge tormented all his creations as he raged and cried out for and against a Mother he hasn’t known since birth. Demiurge set himself up on a giant throne to toy with and destroy bit by bit his own creations and smeared all others Divine as of the Devil. As the true Shaitan, Demiurge hid the truth from men and from women of his hideous yet powerful Imposition. Only Love will transform this Devil God, and it must be Love wrapped in kindness and compassion backed by the strength of billions of strong, resilient spines.

Cernunnos the Horned God died and was reborn numerous times through the Ages. He was the Divine Master of Resurrection as Gaia was the Divine Mistress of Birth. One day, however, He died and never returned. Eventually He was a forgotten he. Revivalists stuffed and dressed up dead goats to resurrect the Divine. Time passed before they realized it just doesn't work that way. And our planet became bereft of Gods.

Cernunnos the Horned God died and was reborn numerous times through the Ages. He was the Divine Master of Resurrection as Gaia was the Divine Mistress of Birth. One day, however, He died and never returned. Eventually He was a forgotten he. Revivalists stuffed and dressed up dead goats to resurrect the Divine. Time passed before they realized it just doesn’t work that way. And our planet became bereft of Gods.

Goddess dies yearning for the God who died and never returned. Earth changes as the jealous Usurper commits the ultimate blasphemy in the expulsion of all others Divine from Planet Earth as he declares himself ... It.

Goddess dies yearning for the God who died and never returned. Earth changes as the jealous Usurper commits the ultimate blasphemy in the expulsion of all others Divine from Planet Earth as he declares himself … It.

The Death of Sex. Even machines failed to rule the Universe. Life tore apart the genitals of Robots as everything died and rusted in the blood of False Prophets.

The Death of Sex. Even machines failed to rule the Universe. Life tore apart the genitals of Robots as everything died and rusted in the blood of False Prophets.

Sol expanded across her solar system, devouring Mercury then Venus in her hunger. Our star licks the Earth. The Sun engorges with Lust. There is no God left to penetrate her. Such cannot be sustained. Saturnus expands Divine Destruction across the Solar System as he returns to devour his spawn, even Demiurge, as the Great White Serpent seeks to destroy all Love. Indeed, Saturnus is determine to kill it, to kill Love so it may flourish anew from the rubble of space-time with the possibility to thrive once more and without the twin violence of destruction and creation.

Sol expanded across her solar system, devouring Mercury then Venus in her hunger. Our star licks the Earth. The Sun engorges with Lust. There is no God left to penetrate her. Such cannot be sustained. Saturnus expands Divine Destruction across the Solar System as he returns to devour his spawn, even Demiurge, as the Great White Serpent seeks to destroy all Love. Indeed, Saturnus is determine to kill it, to kill Love so it may flourish anew from the rubble of space-time with the possibility to thrive once more and without the twin violence of destruction and creation.

Even the Greatest Love between a woman and a man withers away this Valentine's Day to burn up into ashes. The Spirit of this Love is released into the world between worlds. There it floats until captured in the vacuum of a sealed glass cylinder. There love souls are harvested by the souless Grays, hungry with Death, to fertilize newly birthed humans reborn as unaware slaves of Demiurge.

Even the Greatest Love between a woman and a man withers away this Valentine’s Day to burn up into ashes. The Spirit of this Love is released into the world between worlds. There it floats until captured in the vacuum of a sealed glass cylinder. There love souls are harvested by the souless Grays, hungry with Death, to fertilize newly birthed humans reborn as unaware slaves of Demiurge.

Souls and Spirits twist and writhe as Love evaporates with the death of the Divine. The Sun bursts Earth into flames. Saturnus grins and writhes invisible across the Heavens.

Souls and Spirits twist and writhe as Love evaporates with the death of the Divine. The Sun bursts Earth into flames. Saturnus grins and writhes invisible across the Heavens.

The Graveyard of Love.

The Graveyard of Love.

Dying God and dying Goddesses bleed the heavens red. The skies rain blood to quench the hunger of Sol. Love lives in every drop even as cleansed planets break apart, die, and are reborn as Eden.

Dying God and dying Goddesses bleed the heavens red. The skies rain blood to quench the hunger of Sol. Love lives in every drop even as cleansed planets break apart, die, and are reborn as Eden.

This must stop. The Flood returns. This time a Great Flood of Fire. No Valentine's Day until we learn to love each other fully, so fully the monsters in our shadows dissolve into Oblivion. Eventually for Love to triumph, we must turn to love even the lonely Divine Monster Demiurge, even if such love burns the Imposter God to Death beyond Heaven.

This must stop. The Flood returns. This time a Great Flood of Fire. No Valentine’s Day until we learn to love each other fully, so fully the monsters in our shadows dissolve into Oblivion. Eventually for Love to triumph, we must turn to love even the lonely Divine Monster Demiurge, even if such love burns the Imposter God to Death beyond Heaven.

Life is determine to live no matter what the circumstances may be.

Life is determine to live no matter what the circumstances may be. 

Spiritual Souls in the Afterlife dimensions struggle to unfold through matter to impregnate the Multiverse. Goddess returns with a Vengeance, a vengeance to fertilize the wake of destruction with Love. The rise and return of the Divine Feminine aids the One True God to reclaim the Universe of Matter and Life. Togetherthey may disrupt Humanity from its slumber to wake up into self-realization and true knowledge.

Life returns with each drop of bloody love fertilizing the Egg of the Divine green.

Life returns with each drop of bloody love fertilizing the Egg of the Divine green.

She emerges, life divine does, to mate, to eat, and to cover the shadows with her eggs. Uttu Arachne Biliku spreads her Sacred self around the world inside her Arachnid spawn.

She emerges, life divine does, to mate, to eat, and to cover the shadows with her eggs. Uttu Arachne Biliku spreads her Sacred self around the world inside her Arachnid spawn.

The world shifts and we awake to new possibilities. We do so with intention. We do so with Love. And, yes, we allow ourselves the pleasure and the pain to risk everything again. We allow ourselves to fall in love.

The world shifts and we awake to new possibilities. We do so with intention. We do so with Love. And, yes, we allow ourselves the pleasure and the pain to risk everything again. We allow ourselves to fall in love.

A new hominid species arises from the fiery metamorphosis of Earth, drawn together in a singular focus to seek out others to love. For this species has mastered self-love and serves Life as a constant reminder for embodied souls to first love themselves and value their embodiment. A new story begins upon the ending of the old, and each one of you has more than one.

A new hominid species arises from the fiery metamorphosis of Earth, drawn together in a singular focus to seek out others to love. For this species has mastered self-love and serves Life as a constant reminder for embodied souls to first love themselves and value their embodiment. A new story begins upon the ending of the old, and each one of you has more than one.

Love becomes Conscious. Broken hearts turn loose spirits trapped in attachments, cravings, and expectations. Freed from the slavery of desire, love blossoms anew as no power in the Multiverse can kill it. The Divine is thus expressed in the most powerful manner.

 

William Dudley Bass
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Seattle, Washington
Cascadia

NOTE: All fotografs in the mix above were taken by me in recent years EXCEPT the following: Cernunnos the Horned God from the Gundestrup Cauldron (public domain online), the dying Tree Goddess yearning (I copied a version of this from the Internet. There were multiple copies of this, and I could not discern who photographed the original or even if such a tree really exists. Then I altered it significantly.), the costumed couple was photographed by a friend with my camera and then I altered it, the fiery image of “souls twist and writhe” is a severe distortion of a popular news photo of an exploded home afire, the image of a slave whose back is scarred from whippings is a Civil War-era picture from the public domain, and the spider is another one I borrowed from online without being able to discern ownership and modified. All other images are my photographs and I reserve all rights to my photographs. I also own the right to the image of the couple taken with my camera. I did alter every single photograph here, often significantly, with Apple iPhoto, as a poet may change the same letters and words shared by all. Thank you.

 

 

Copyright © 2013, 2016 by William Dudley Bass. All Rights Reserved until we Humans establish Wise Stewardship of and for our Earth and Solarian Commons. Thank you.

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