I don’t feel the same as I did yesterday, as today I’m crawling on my knees, viewing the world as bigger, slanted, and more uncanny, and looming over me, the sun turning to black. Threatening to rip the seams that hold everything together, the fissures leave me open for penetration as I’m preparing to be burned by the black sun of dark enlightenment.

The dynamic between daylight and the darkness of the eclipsed sun brings up images and concepts of knowledge and experiences that overwhelm and madden the mind, but a phase that’s only available for a limited period of time. Knowledge and experiences that destroy the ego, but if one is strong enough, one is able to reconfigure oneself into something more powerfully evolved. I dream of the primordial darkness engulfing the entire world, an endless continuity between everything, and the light piercing through the darkness and the self. The light forms both the connecting tissue and a schism between the darkness and I. It introduces emergence and strength from the primordial shadow and a connected multiplicity.

The black sun, the dark season of the soul, commences in order to both remind us of our origin and to bring us to the horizonless continuity between the core forces of life and death. As these forces reconfigure us and coalesce, the eclipse fades away and the light pierces through illuminating our new form.