The United States used to get some respect. But now, except for the most gullible Trumpeters, people all over the world are seeing the damage the Troll-in-Chief is doing to our nation with his narcissism and corruption. What can a community like ours do? We can certainly vote next month and in 2020…and maybe we can also create some magic.
In her book The Cosmic Doctrine, originally written in 1923-24 as channeled from the Inner Planes, British occultist Dion Fortune (1890-1946) describes the Ring-Pass-Not, which is the ultimate outer limit of the universe. Fortune tells us that the Ring-Pass-Not (which was also described, but in a different way, by Madame H.P. Blavatsky) is a purely abstract ring of energy that protects our universe from the demons in other universes. Primal atoms also exist at the Ring-Pass-Not. It sounds like a highly useful place to send the Ogre-in-Chief so that, for once in his narcissistic life, he can clearly face the multitude of demons he embodies. Let us visualize a magical journey for him.
But first, let’s capture three of his worst enablers: Rudy, Kellyanne, and Sarah. I keep thinking “Make America Great Again” means “Go back to the 1950s.” And what demons color the Fifties to this day? Senator Joseph McCarthy and his lawyer, Roy Cohn. Let’s repeat to these three what Joseph Welch said to McCarthy. Let us ask these Trumpsters what Welch asked the earlier demagogue: “Have you no sense of decency? At long last, have you left no sense of decency?”
Okay, let them stew in their indecency and alternative facts. Our next task is to catch their boss and lock him in a large space capsule. First, of course, take away his phone. But we can be merciful, so let’s give him about a thousand cheeseburgers and Diet Cokes. Then let’s ask HAL to lock the capsule’s pod bay door. Balance the capsule on top of a powerful rocket. 10. 9. 8. 7. … you know the routine. Blast off!
When we do a magical visualization, we work at a level of reality where anything is possible. Let us therefore move into a solar system that looks like the one we’re familiar with but is filled with magical energy. We gotta track that capsule. Fasten your seatbelts.
Here we go past the moon, upon which our alternative NASA has erected a huge billboard, one big enough for the Abuser-in-Chief to easily read. HUMANITY TO TRUMP: YOU’RE FIRED.
Pretty soon we’re arriving at the red planet. Before the Roman god Mars was conflated with the Greek Ares (who is a berserker), he was an agricultural god who defended his people and his land. His energy is strong and assertive, filled with fortitude and individuality. Let’s turn 45 over to both aspects of Mars. Ares can lecture to him about wars and how no one ever wins one. There’s destruction on all sides, people are killed, cities destroyed, life ended. Mars the agriculturalist can speak about the expensive uselessness of military parades. And both aspects of the god can explain how dictators like Tsar Vladimir (is he also a vampire?) and Chairman Kim work and how foolish (treasonous?) it is for a U.S. president to admire and praise them.
Next stop: a huge purple planet. This is Jupiter. I’m pretty sure Jupiter was the site of the manufacture of the black monoliths in the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey. Trump’s capsule swerves toward Jupiter’s surface and slows down. And look—there’s a whole field of black monoliths, and they’re all magic mirrors in which he can see all of his faults. Yes, it takes a whole field to reflect the narcissism, lying, cronyism, tax cheating, and every other kind of corruption 45 and his family indulge in.
Next stop: Saturn, whose energy gives us our sense of duty and responsibility. The passenger in the capsule has obviously ignored any Saturnian influences that might lie in his birth chart. Saturn also gives us discipline and balance. Yeah, he ignored those, too. Let’s watch the Trumpian fingers jerking as he tries to tweet on his missing phone about how useless Saturn is.
To save time, we’ll pass the outer planets. Uranus, whose energies push us to evolve. Neptune, whose energies bring creativity. Pluto, who forces us to look more deeply into ourselves. Planets and attributes all immaterial to the passenger. There’s zero evolution in him.
And now…here we go. Let’s take the big leap to the farthest edge of the universe. Shift into hyperdrive and follow the capsule where no man has gone before. We’ve come to the Ring-Pass-Not. Let’s envision it as a waving, black curtain, kind of like a dark and stormy Aurora Borealis.
It’s time to dump Trump. “Open the pod bay doors, HAL.” Having driven the capsule this far and listened to the passenger’s lies, HAL is happy to open the doors. And so Trump is dumped into the Ring-Pass-Not. Hopefully he’ll be chewed up and spat out by the demons that reside there. But wait! What else do we see? It’s the Qabalistic Tree of Life, one of the most powerful glyphs of all esoteric knowledge. Strangely, we’re looking at the back of the Tree, not its majestic front. And who dwells back there? It’s the Qliphoth, which Fortune tells us (in The Mystical Qabalah, 1935) are “awful forms, dangerous even to think upon.” They’re evil forces, the negatives sides of the Spheres of the Tree, “the evil and averse [Spheres that] are not independent principles or factors in the cosmic scheme, but the unbalanced and destructive aspect of the Holy Stations themselves” (pp. 297-98). So think about it…what’s it been like in the White House (and Mar-a-Lago and Trump Tower and on Air Force One) for the past two years? Trump is already dwelling in the Ring-Pass-Not. And he hired a bunch of Qliphoth for his cabinet and staff. Yes, let’s use our votes to dump him in an earthly Ring-Pass-Not and plant him behind the Tree of Life.
Barbara Ardinger, Ph.D. (www.barbaraardinger.com), is a published author and freelance editor. Her newest book is Secret Lives, a novel about grandmothers who do magic. Her earlier nonfiction books include the daybook Pagan Every Day, Finding New Goddesses (a pun-filled parody of goddess encyclopedias), and Goddess Meditations. When she can get away from the computer, she goes to the theater as often as possible—she loves musical theater and movies in which people sing and dance. She is also an active CERT (Community Emergency Rescue Team) volunteer and a member (and occasional secretary pro-tem) of a neighborhood organization that focuses on code enforcement and safety for citizens. She has been an AIDS emotional support volunteer and a literacy volunteer. She is an active member of the Neopagan community and is well known for the rituals she creates and leads.