The Gales of November

The Pneu~ma may blow whither it wants to, but the yuxh\ a)rxontikh/, the archontic soul, travels the road to a lake of poison, wherein it drowns and slowly decomposes but yields neither fertilizer nor petroleum nor ought else that is useful for the body’s survival or the soul’s ascent to Pneute.

So what is the archontic soul? It is the evil spirit which causes us to remain locked in the Kosmos in the worst way by causing us to pay more attention to political leaders who would lead us from our natural quest and desire to escape from our material incarceration. It tries to masquerade as the pneu~ma and direct out attention towards political leaders who would like us to think that there is nothing other than the  material world and that being subservient to them is the be all and end all of human existence. This leads to the worship of the state, the “new idol” as Zarathustra’s prophet called it, the death of peoples, the enslavement of the individual’s soul.

Keeping on course is tough right now. Even if one isn’t on social media—speaking of enslavement of the soul!—it is almost impossible to avoid the spiritual, and sometimes even physical, bloodletting that is currently happening. Our spiritual vision is obstructed by the storm clouds of bile and our well being poisoned by the disease of hate.

The archontic soul is the angel of our worst nature, to paraphrase Lincoln, and leads us away from what we should be striving towards, a tremendous drain of energy better used for our families and our spiritual efforts. Or, as one Nobel Laureate once put it:

                                 Don’t follow leaders
                                 Watch your parking meters.

Fr. Probolé