Are we entering the Age of Horus?
No, I am not talking about that Aleister Crowley rubbish. At least, that is not my goal. I am no Thelemite.
But this might be a paradigm shift for humanity. It might be an opportunity from the universe to change our ways. It is ironic that a virus is teaching us such a hard lesson. We are being forced to peer at our own virulent reflection in a cosmic mirror.
One thing that we can learn from the Rosicrucians is that a better world depends upon a consensus of the heart. It is about collective improvement as a species. It is about rising up to become like the angels. Then and only then can there be heaven on earth. It is the utopian dream.
But doomsday scenarios do not work to change the status quo. Scaring people does not work. Look at Y2K or the 2012 phenomenon. We still do not have our act together. What then makes us think that the COVID-19 pandemic can be different? Well, unlike Y2K or 2012, COVID-19 is real — it has teeth — sharp teeth.
Back in February, I had a dream that I was at a flea market. On one of the tables was a wooden statue of Horus that I was keen on purchasing. As I picked it up, an older woman approached me and said, “Set is a jealous god.” I looked to my side and saw a statue of Set on an adjacent table. Rather than holding a traditional scepter, he held a shepherd’s crook. What better way for a wolf to lead the sheep? I thought this was an interesting dream and jotted it down in my dream journal.
Two days later, I injured one of my eyes in a freak accident that landed me in the hospital. I had lacerated the lacrimal caruncle (the little pink nodule in the inner corner of the eye). My vision was extremely fuzzy for several days. I had to use medicated eye drops for a while. I thought that the dream and the injury might have some connection. It was an interesting coincidence that I could not shake.
A few weeks later, a friend of mine, who is a well-known psychic in New York, stated that one of his clients had picked up on the pandemic years ago. But more importantly, this mysterious client had suggested that it all had something to do with the battle between Horus and Set — that the post-COVID-19 world would be a reflection of this myth. Horus might sit upon the throne of the world while Set is banished to the desert. I found this to be an interesting synchronicity.
As a side note, the Greeks associated Horus with Apollo. And it was Apollo, according to the Rosicrucians, who commanded the reformation of the world.
It is also curious that the winter solstice of 2020 will mark a conjunction of the planets Jupiter and Saturn in Aquarius. It is an auspicious astrological event. It dredges up that whole Age of Aquarius thing that you hear so much about. I am not going to speculate beyond this. That is dangerous territory. I am certainly no interpreter of divine revelations.
Horus was conceived when Isis had intercourse with the reassembled corpse of Osiris. A life born from death. Likewise, perhaps a New World can be reconstituted from the pieces of the Old World. But is that not what we are already doing? Society is constantly renewing itself upon the corpse of the past.
Like the reassembled corpse of Osiris, the spheres of the Tree of Life can be seen as a segmented cosmos that can be reassembled to create a New World. Like the sperm of Osiris or the acorn that falls from the mighty oak, the New World will be conceived from the seed of the Old World. That seed contains the genome of the Old World; however, the New World will have its own soul and spirit.
The world has come a long way since the Dark Ages. But we are very far from political and social perfection. We are very far from religious perfection. There is definitely not much collaboration between social classes. And there certainly is no ideal spiritual society as Andreae and Bacon envisioned.
During this pandemic, we have learned about the fragile nature of social constructs. Economies have been blown asunder like houses of straw. We are being forced to learn that “the love of money is the root of all evil.”
In a few short months, we have learned how vulnerable we are as individuals. While isolating ourselves, we have learned about the importance of community — to “love thy neighbor as thyself.”
It would seem that human hubris has been brought to its knees, for the time being.
So, what am I hopeful about? Well, I am hopeful about the spiritual work that my friend, Nkanwi Fokwa Ambe, is doing with his Spirituology movement in Africa. But that is the subject for a future article. I am also hopeful about the wonderful work that Sam Robinson is doing over at the Rosicrucian Tradition website.