The Black Thing, always associated with malevolence in Madeleine L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time, was also a character in the motorheads mythology, but a good character. In the book, Meg and her tessering companions move through space and time by way of tesseracts, interstellar shortcuts, or wrinkles in time. Tessering is a vulnerable place to be, traveling through time and space and fading into a deep dark silence as you go. Will you make it through and what will be the cost?
Traveling as if by tesseract into the psyche of the dark lord, the bright lights dim and fade to black. Edges shimmer for a moment before they go out completely and you are drawn into a soundless black emptiness opening before your eyes as a voice says
Enter
And you go, pulled by a force never known before, beckoned by a magnetism irresistible. You go into the black and it surrounds you and you are gone. The mind is a perfect blank, open to anything that may be written upon its unsuspecting awareness. The bodyweight has diminished, then increased, then completely gone and you may have died because there are no physical sensations whatsoever to inform you of your whereabouts. You cannot feel your body. Everything is awareness and openness and blackness and the voice says its good and so you
Enter
And there is no way to know what is happening then. The black seems so sumptuous and nurturing and you are falling through it, fearless and blank of thought or emotion and the voice says its good and you trust that it is because it feels so good not to feel anything, so nurturing not to wonder about anything and to be held and to be falling all at the same time.
Ive seen the needle and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone.
You let go of your person and you let go of yourself and you are so ready to be absorbed entirely. Your perception of reality has become enchanted. You want to give all of your heart and all of your soul to this blackness and you know it will purify you when you do and inevitably you will arrive at your own pure form. All you must do is
Enter
You have no control here. With your complete absorption it has full control. Your participation must be whole hearted, one hundred percent given to the deep rich nurturing black. Your old world is no longer a reasonable place to be. You want to be assimilated. You want to be absorbed. It is what you came here for. There is no belonging to this if you do not
Enter
Endarkened streams bring you into an elite governance, black and empty and full of the promise of real knowledge. Purification occurs in these streams only if you stay vulnerable, open and pliable. You must acquiesce to these streams, no longer using control for the benefit of your self. You are to be given to this real knowledge so that it has all control. You will have need of nothing and be happy for no reason when you
Enter
It becomes code in your body. You are called. Believe and you will realize subtle unseen forms more powerful than what you have ever known. Allow this to happen otherwise you will never reach higher realms. Believe! Commit your body to what you know. You will believe to the bone when you
Enter
I caught you knockin’ at my cellar door
I love you baby can I have some more
Ooh ooh the damage done
The thick black richness has entered you now and you speak differently. Your body moves in new ways, full of the black. It is the black that moves you and you are warmed by it, carried by it, held by it. And you give evermore to it.
The black has entered you and everyone around you. You feel it move disagreeably in you when you lose sight of real knowledge for the sake of your self. It moves like a clinging fluid in your body, reorienting you to the knowledge you have given permission to. Youve let it come into your body and you have been taken over and any part that remains autonomous and sovereign you seek to engage and integrate it into the dark lords psyche, an expanding consciousness that you are now a part of. His life force has entered you and you have become a minion of his mind and manners. His madness. You speak differently, see differently and depend on the black to contain you in his web of tendrils always reaching beyond into anything that is given.
Gone, gone, the damage done
Real knowledge strips me down to the bone so what I really am is nothing. Seeing differently removes me from relating to what matters in this world. The only thing I see are the complex forms of illusion that make up the world and I have no sense of responsibility toward any of it. If I let myself be taken by the black it will connect me with everything and I will be All One. Oh dark lord, summon the deep dark black to move in me!
I sing the song because I love the man
I know that some of you dont understand
Best you not understand this. Better to read of Meg and her superpower that finally freed her of the IT and the Black Thing. Her kind of power is not handed down in a transmission from one to another even though it can be given freely, one to another. It is controlled only by natural feeling and passions that are pure of heart and need no purification. It simply is that way. It exists in the world despite any illusions and the world needs more of it desperately.
I was taken by the black because I was given to the black. It seemed a magical thing and I believed it was good because it was free of feeling or concern, just what a junkie longs for
But every junkies like a settin’ sun.
Being free of feeling or concern is the mental make up of a psychopath. It is black and empty and abysmal. The pressures and disturbances that are foisted on cult followers by their psychopath leader may be the only sensate experience that leader knows, like children who torture animals, or shoot peas at passersby from a hiding place. It is entertainment for someone who is incapable of natural feeling.
In a rare moment, when hes caught unawares, you might see him laughing at all that we have fallen for. It is a loud and hollow display. Its robotic. He cant feel it in his belly, cant be taken over by it, cant gasp for breath because the joke is so excruciatingly close to the truth it hurts. He doesnt hurt. He doesnt feel. He has no superpower.
there is a lot of loving the sound of one own words, ad nauseam, here. Seems the man everyone followed attracted a lot of folks like that. No judgement, just sayin' . The "truth" is: at some point to be free of the guru /teacher/priest/gaslighter/abuser etc there needs to be a seminal turnaround in the psyche. See what attracts you, do the opposite. Like words? Become silent. Like groups? Be alone. Wear makeup? go without. Think you are ...pick anything? then be something totally different or nothing at all. Simplistic, but mental indulgence keeps you in the head, which makes you think you need the one who takes you away from that, but it is something else entirely. You need to find the hole inside and not look for anything at all to fill it. You need to enter the Steppenwolf "magic theatre for madmen only " . The fear is that there is nothing and you will not survive it. But you have to take the real chance. Too many words overthinks it. And masks it. Be a refugee in a country you do not know. If you survive, you will never doubt yourself again, and you will ever need a teacher of that sort again. PS I refer to the collective "you" , this is not directed personally at anyone.
Amazing Jess! Articulated so well.