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Here Come Da Judge, Here Come Da Judge

To the bride, because she conquers
Now is given the eternal crown
-- Bunsen, Gebetbuch

In its descent to the Hell of its unconscious inner motives, of its secret heart, America is currently wandering, lost. In foreign policy we do much to destabilize global relations. Often we support despots, torturers and murderers to accomplish our objectives.

At home, the political and ideological Left and Right enforce totalitarianism and censorship across the land. An icing of amateur make-up, a veneer of professionalism and propriety thinly masks our great alienation from one another as a people. Scapegoats are trotted out as usual, but they weary of the game � now they turn assault rifles on their tormentors in the playgrounds, and steer planes into skyscrapers. The perennially Whupped are taking the Whupstick back.

So now the Queen of the Harbor must sink or swim. America can remain an empire, continue to profit on the suffering of its own citizens, leach the last of the planet�s resources, and become a divided, barricaded, totalitarian state, wreaking destruction on all Creation. Or it can react to the kamikazes with a novel and wise solution, and inaugurate a truly inclusive world community � beginning with cultural revolution at home.

The trauma of the Trade Center offers America the opportunity to face both its external and internal shadows, and awaken from the denial of its psychosis over the past four decades. This means passing all the way through darkness, through the very Pit, and emerging as a changed people, ready and willing to make the sacrifices necessary to restore favor with our Father and Mother.

Or we can continue with the Big Spin, the pretense, the scapegoating, the escalations of punishment and retribution. We can continue to finance the oppression of other nations, and wage war on our own citizens. Individually we can covertly pursue our personal power agendas, and remain at tolerance zero, consciousness zero, and ground zero.

Here in Babylon the floor needs sweeping. Until it is clean, dropping stones on the neighbors is futile and self-destructive.

In America we must look inward unflinchingly at our own hypocrisy and evil if we hope to conjoin female and male, restore sanity, and heal the Wasteland � then, and only then, will we have authority to lead outside our borders. We must stare into the mirrors that the Rainbow Children and their Queen hold to our faces.

The Towers of the West are fallen. The last train�s leaving for Partytown. We are headed down, into the land of dismemberment, transformation and renewal. To understand means to journey beneath, then to observe from a humbled, inferior position. There are no alternate routes. There are no exceptions.

The road code now is �sacrifice.� But wasn�t it always?

See the beggar in the street, see the golden cord 'round his waist. He stoops, he kneels, he gathers up the shards of the fallen Towers. Kissing them, he matches them with the puzzle pieces of the Western esoteric traditions -- kabala, gnosticism, medieval alchemy, and the rest. These he mixes with his tears, in a cup with the revelations of the great depth psychologists � Jung, Erich Neumann, and Marie-Louise von Franz.

Now the Stone bleeds burning water. Now he swirls the Grail counter-clockwise. With three Words the poison remedy comes alive, and he rests it between his tortured thighs. There is nothing remaining but to wait on Everyman, for heaven is a group project. Nobody get in until everybody gets in.

The Wasteland cannot be healed unless and until the opposites are reconciled and joined through the agency of its carriers, human females and males. First we expose and solve our internal Genderwar. Then the sweat of the conuinctio spreads through all matter.

When the adversaries conjoin, the balance of dualistic, antagonistic constructs fall, and the balance point between attraction and repulsion emerges -- a dynamic, super-creative midpoint is maintained, not unlike the achievement of the Sun, mediating between external gravity and its own internal fission. An optimal balance of creativity and stability results, available for dissemination throughout the solar system as life force par excellance. The rest of creation then follows and a truly original, reborn world ensues. We awaken from the nightmare of history.

First, however, there is the little matter of what the Greeks called nekyia with which we must deal. First, we are gonna go down -- fast, far, and hard � into the heart of the matter, what Goethe called the �Realm of the Mothers.� Before we return to the Ground Zero of the species, we will re-experience our matriarchal underpinnings. It wasn�t much fun for the boys last time around. This time, the Witch is in a truly hellish rage.

Until recently, America has enjoyed the guardianship of the Queen of Heaven and her Host. But we have replaced Lady Liberty with an infuriated, self-indulgent, entitled Empowered Witch. Be warned. The Queen of humanity is now outcast into wilderness. But she is no fairy tale. She is more real than any being on this planet, and she will not be mocked, nor turned into a symbol of hypocrisy.

Oh my great and glorious nation! What have we done to you?

Blessings are withdrawn until we are whole.