The Apocalypse is Maternal

APOCALYPSE:

Old English to ‘uncover, reveal’,

systems of oppression never go down peacefully.

the destruction and violence we are witnessing unfold on the planet is not destruction for destruction’s sake.

it is the great exorcism of lies.

the apocalypse, the great unveiling and remembering… has arrived and will continue to fuck us with her teeth. but this is not the end. this is the birth canal.

may we fight and fuck and dance and sing and bleed beauty into the soil beneath us.

we were born for these times.

and when i said “humble yourself” what i meant was lay down the false gods! let yourself be undone! let her break you open soothe your heart resurrect your bite and bring you home!!!

this is a call to return to a deeper order. where destruction even has a soul and purpose, where chaos is erotic and primal, and where life and death dance together in something more ancient than control and suppression.

lastly, i don’t believe returning to The Mother is a utopia by any means.

but i do believe it’s real.

and when it’s real, there is harmony in life, in chaos, and in death.