Pluto is in Capricorn, and authorities are being relentlessly cross-examined: the police, the government, MPs, Celebrities, the Church, the media, the BBC, the NHS. It is a time of great upheaval, both in the stars, and on the ground. I don’t believe in astrology, but certainly the stars are not far off on this particular subplot of the zeitgeist.
What does it mean, then, to be without authority? More specifically, to be without an external authority? Classically, we’ve killed our fathers, possessed our mothers. Patriarchy is eating itself.
We’ve got nothing to guide us, only appetite, desire, the need for an endless, directionless “more”.
Here, in the great silence of a murdered God, in the graveyard of moral certitude, there resides a trembling silence, a open plot.
We stand alone in ourselves, our own hearts and minds our only guide. Do we have the confidence, the groundedness, the courage to follow our own lights? What does our own voice sound like, apart from the multitude of voices we try to discern around us and try to please on a daily basis? What do we, in ourselves, think is right, beyond what gets us praise or blame? Who are we, apart from what we think we are perceived to be by Others?
The child stands with dagger in hand and Daddy dead. The child looks about, realising what it has done. What next? For Mommy cannot be possessed forever. She will die, her nurture end. All that remains now is the inevitability of being left, alone. What then for the child without authority, without guidance, with nothing but its own heart and mind to heed? What then?
To pluck the fruit of adulthood from this wasteland of destruction – is it possible? Is it inevitable? Is it even conceivable?
