And so it was, during the Degenerate Age, the dark time of metal and machines, that the hearts and minds of the people had gradually become corrupted by the triple scourges of greed, hatred, and ignorance. In their arrogance and foolishness, they poisoned their own lands, poisoned their farms and animals, poisoned their water, poisoned their very air. However, those self-caused catastrophes merely reflected the poisons which had taken root in their own hearts and minds, so that the Beast was able to rise up once more, and rule them with their own consent.
The Beast would tolerate no challenge, and such was its determination that it would not retreat until all of its opponents were first eliminated. It bore no allegiance to any but itself, although the ones whom it had most grievously infected imagined that they could consort with the Beast for their own malignant purposes, and so they thought to set themselves above their fellow humans, only to invariably become yet another meal for the Beast itself.
From where had this Beast arisen? Upon reflection, the wise came to recognize that the Beast was none other than a projection of their own design. There is a darkness within each human, making balance with the light. It is simply the nature of this psycho-physical realm, a realm of duality in which light and dark are always alternating in the form of creation and destruction. When the dark comes around to predominate, all the works of the light are overshadowed, things fall apart, and the atrocious Beast is loosed to revel in the ensuing destruction.
Just as night follows day, so too do those dual forces alternate within the hearts and minds of men, sometimes complementing each other, sometimes clashing with each other. It has always been this way, because that is the nature of this realm, and so it serves an essential purpose by illuminating the inner and often hidden aspects at our core, bringing the darkness into the light, and revealing the chaos behind all apparent order. Moreover, for a new creation to emerge, the old must first be leveled.
The self-nature of this Beast let loose upon the world is self-interest, self-obsession, self-inflation, self-grasping, and that is consequently the key to its eventual defeat. How so? All that greed can grasp does not endure, and no self-image can survive the play of change, impermanence. The beastly motto — “me & mine” — cannot withstand the dawning shine of light that reveals such brash egoity for the emptiness it represents. Indeed, in its unbridled avarice it will consume itself at last.
Upon a thorough and sincere inspection, we can see that there is no real solidity to the Beast, it is a mere phantasm, a dreamy portal through which the lower realms of mind can break through for a time and work out their fantasies of cruelty and conquest, and yet they have no staying power. Just as the mists that enshroud the land by night will dissolve and evaporate in the morning sun, so too will the Beast retreat when the collective awakens to its own brilliant power, the power of love, and casts that redeeming light once more upon the wide world’s stage.
(Picture by the artist known as “Everything is fine”)