Imagine life without any kind of death

Death as Divine Intervention into Life Run Amok

The Mythos of Kronos strikes forth, but is it programmed?

A belated bow to the influence of the late Teacher and Priestess Dharma Buford of Saturn and Earth here across the West

The Great White Spot of Saturn, the massive superstorm also known as the Great White Eye, roars across the planet’s northern hemisphere in 2011 as the NeoMythic Great White Dragon of Saturn. For the late, magickal Dharma Buford, this planet and its Mythos represented her exacting service and devotion to a most demanding, primeval Old God. This ancient deity was one later eclipsed by her rediscovery of the power, love, and forgiveness of Jesus forged in Indigenous shamanic work where the Christ spoke in numerous languages to any who paid attention. Image from NASA/JPL-Caltech/SSI via WikiMedia Commons created 11 March 2012 and stamped (CC) Creative Commons.

The Great White Dragon of Saturn erupts from its swirling cyclone of Kaos to sweep thru desolate matter holding all life in abeyance. The Dragon morphs into legions of Grim Reapers, their glittering scythes swooping in from Saturn’s infinite cosmic ringtails to harvest every organism alive mirrored as each organism’s reflection, in its futile attempt to quail Spirit’s drive to interpenetrate matter throughout the Universe with the self-replicating infection we alive call Life. Yet as we Earth Humans divorced science from spirituality and blended religion into politics, we labeled the study of Life “biology” only to forget the mighty forces moving in shadows and chaos. Lost in algorithms despite everything matter and energy being seemingly math, we nonetheless marvel at the mysteries of Life’s origins, both here down in Planet Earth and up out there upon other worlds. We wonder about Death with fear and awe, and struggle to contain the relentless reach of Time.

Saturn again opens wide its dragon maw to devour everything alive, even the Titans, even its own children. Saturn holds within itself Kronos as some parasitic archon devoted to eating Time, and grabs its own razor-sharp tail with its fanged jaws as it circles around the planet. Then it lets go of its tail as it roars in mockery of Ouroboros. Over and over again soars once more the Great White Dragon as it prunes the Kosmos, devouring Life which, if left unabated, would grow to fill all the space between the stars.

Death is the Perfection of the Divine Intervention. Death is left raw, abandoned, denied by the Mythos of Science. For without it Life will find a way to breed and run amok to smother ever measure of Multiverse with the bubbling miracle ooze of Life, snuffing out even entire stars, devouring even the dusty vacuum of space itself with the iridescent black purple throb of life. For without Death life would consume everything even itself. Without King Death Life would feed without hiatus upon every particle wave of creation until it collapses upon itself to invade and infect both Heaven and Hell, eating up all spirits from demons to angels from gods to goddesses from devils to the fay and turn spirit back upon itself until you and I share another cup of coffee.

King Death demands people pay attention and make the most of the self-awareness possible in a living bodymind. To thus fully make the most of the time we exist in alive along our timeline. Without the Grim Reaper life would run amok across the Universe in a storm of self-replication, consuming everything in existence, thriving in the most inhospitable places, filling all space across all time, eventually smothering even the stars to collapse back upon itself until all creation is extinguished. Life so immortal would push all time into meaningless nothingness devoid of purpose and restraint, bereft of limits. Immortality is a monster seducing every living being into Hells without end. Living forever is to waste the energies of vitality, to lose all sense of purpose and urgency, to fade into vampires worst than ghosts, to reject the true gift life presents. To live another three hundred years, yes, another five hundred years, yes, a thousand, a hundred thousand, hmn, maybe so, a million, probably not, but immortal? Forever? For all eternity? Still alive even after cosmic apocalypses leave one crushed, frozen, burned, suffocated, drowned, dismembered, disintegrated…and yet still living? 

Imagine the opposite of a void, of all spacetime packed so densely with living mass, with life unable and indeed unwilling to die, it is as if life becomes the biological singularity and crushes itself … into what? A singularity always full and yet forever hungry? Such a mystery would be beyond death and impervious to any demise. Life without end would be a living nightmare consuming more than Death ever could. For the Dead replenishes the nourishment the Living seek. Death serves purpose and gives urgency to the living moment, this moment, your moment. Alive.

Instead, seven years of this, and seven years more of that. Service and Reward. Death, Rebirth, Life, beneath planets occulted by stars. Seven years here, and seven more beyond. More years yet await in the Beforetime and lay ready within the Aftertime.

Besides, who among you truly desires to live for all eternity unable to die even when crushed and buried?

The Great White Dragon churns thru Saturn’s atmosphere as the occult planet’s rings form a scythe in this image from October 1990. From WikiMedia Commons via the European Southern Observatory, Creative Commons.

In Memoriam of Dharma Buford (14 April 1973 – 10 February 2024), a wild, disciplined Priestess and Sorceress, a master of Pagan and Saturnian Occult ritual who taught me much in regards to Saturn, who illuminated the beauty of death and decay, who reveled in Goth eccentricities, art, and music, who found salvation and rebirth within the Native American Church, who circled between Washington, California, Idaho, Norway, and Germany, who danced as free as the wind, who wove together so many different people into her overlapping communities, people who loved and respected her, and who was Walking Sunshine, a tattooed human soul star garbed in Sacred Darkness, who was kind, compassionate, and as hard as diamonds cutting steel, who turned me on to the Gothic Neo-Folk music of Seattle’s King Dude and his Werewolf song, who birthed and mothered a powerful, creative daughter, who soloed as a single mother, who taught kids in the public schools of Seattle, who served Saturn the God for seven celibate years bound to be rewarded with seven years more of Saturnalian liberties, who was a practitioner of Ceremonial Magick and found freedom and life dancing to dark music, who reveled in more Saturnalian versions of Festum Asinorum, who protested the very idea of donating her organs as she wanted to keep herself whole to decay back into the earth so as to in turn nourish new life, who adored kittens and loved cats, who hosted parties to which she invited so many different kinds of fellow Humans from all around the planet, who moved with ease between Sorcery and Esoteric Paganism and the intertwined worlds of Indigenous Shamanism, Christianity, and the Native American Church, who rediscovered Jesus and chose to be baptized in the NAC, who found beauty in decay amidst Autumn, her favorite season, who rejected immortality of the flesh, and who laughed among blooming yellow flowers and flowing mountain streams to die of breast cancer as she transitioned like a Viking going to Valhalla, a Klingon rising into Sto-Vo-Kor, an Elf of the Galadhrim sailing to Valinor, a mystic alchemical saint into Heaven. Aye, the Afterlife awaits the rest of us. I salute thee, O Spirit of Dharma!

William Dudley Bass
Friday 13 September 2013
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Copyright © 2025, 2026 by William Dudley Bass. All Rights Reserved by the Author & his Descendants until we Humans establish Wise Stewardship over and for our Earth and Solarian Commons with the exception of the two Creative Commons images of Saturn’s Great White Spot superstorm from WikiMedia Commons. Thank you.