20/03/2026
The tattvic tides run on. According to Indian esoteric thought they are the impulses flowing through Prana or reality. We are balanced between them the cycles of sleep and wakefulness, between the synapses of our neural pathways, between stimulus and response, between pulse and heartbeat, between complex hormonal patterns and the Cycladian rhythms of ourselves. Between being and time and being and nothingness we are the player of infinite games. And in these moments we are never still and are the energy of eternal delight. At the season of the Crone I wonder if masculinity in all its troubled ontological fear that runs from the epistemology of the Divine Feminine. The Sky Father's absolute rule wants certainty, objectivity and control. They fear the cycle of menstrual blood, the coming of the menopause and female anger. They fear that the world is not certain, controled or predictable. The world is not stable, quantum physics exorcised the machine of the Universe of it long ago. We did not find God in the Machine we found another and She is not a Skyfather. All of us were female first and it disturbs many. Perhaps the rise of trans activism and identity is a recognition of this fluidity at the centre of all. Perhaps it is time to recognise these tides in the fluidity of identity and of meaning.
For people like me, upon the left I sense the fragments of the 1950s within my persona, my sense of style and sexuality . Yet I see the binary within and without and recognise the unconscious bias the floats through my aura and sense of being. Yet my creativity has never been higher than it is now . This is the feminine the sense of desire I feel and let us temper that knowledge. In the castration of Chronos/Saturn by Zeus and the throwing of his severed phallus and testicles into the sea conceived Aphrodite and of libido in all its forms. Zeus ironically laid the foundations for his own overthrow. And of the crisis of patriarchy today..
Perhaps these tides flowing now will slay the old insecure masculinity of the gammon, of the populist right and lead to another form of masculinity that can be a companion, friend, lover or brother to the strong women of today. Perhaps the fear of the trans exclusive radical feminists are also a part or reflection of the fear of the dissolution of binary differences. Perhaps it too is a product of patriarchy of male violence and of Eros made sick by the poison of Paul and Augustine fail to kill her they made her merely sick. Female anger flowing from Eris, is a great tide flowing through the world and the human collective unconscious. Its almost Hegelian as the process of thesis and antithesis flows into a new synthesis. The 1950s man that I am runs back to bearded male philosophers with great books to understand and then I catch myself in a mirror and laugh at my defence mechanism. The Triple Will of Mother, Maiden and Chrone mocks me gently but firmly and from the Southern continents the Goddess of the Global South reminds me that I came out of Africa and that I must see the tides of the post colonial energies and forms before I am truly whole.
The tides flow through me as I dance to Samhain. The divergence of meaning is all around and yet I must escape the narcissism small difference and the myth of individuality and fiction of self. These tides are eternal Shiva, Kali and Khrisna eternally with a redeconstruction of self ever becoming ever reforming eternally moving through millions of years.
The tides run deep in me today and I sense they will run for ever. Let us welcome those Tattvic tides that bring us being. Time is not stable it is objectively subjective and we all know it. Good morning everybody....
