Glamour and death energy are aspects that don't have to go together, but often do. Their intermingling is a magnetic coupling favored by both cosmos and psyche.
Glamour and death energy synergize into a precious, an all attractive jewel glittering in the night of time which mesmerizes my gaze, compelling me to forever reach for that which forever eludes my grasp.
Glamorous death energy invites me toward the promise of sweet delight, set so brilliantly against the backdrop of eternal night.
The dark force, like the devil who has the ability to assume a pleasing form, often comes to us in a glamorous, seductive form. Often that form is a charismatic, attractive person who would like you to join them in their downward spiral. In other cases, the glamor is contained in white powders, volatile fluids, happening scenes, video screens and myriad other forms and guises.
For me, ground zero of glamorous death energy was the East Village of New York City where I lived in the early to mid-Eighties. A huge scene was exploding there, and much of it was highly novel and creative. The neighborhood I lived in was the punk capital of the world, and fascinating mutants from all over abounded on the streets 24/7. Allen Ginsberg lived a block a way, and I saw him on the street constantly — also Quentin Crisp, Madonna, Grace Jones and many others whose names are forgotten, but whose faces glitter in the night of time. I was friends with the late, great Keith Haring
whose first shows were at the Fun Gallery right across the street from my building. Fifty storefront art galleries were ever changing portals into the mutating visual imaginations of other late Baby Boomers like myself. But dark threads wove potently through this harlequin-colored tapestry, and at some point I began to wonder why there were so many casualties, why was almost everyone wearing black, why had so many succumbed to addiction and toxic promiscuity,why was the air so thick with the neon glow of tragic magic?
Never underestimate the power of the dark force to put on a coat of many sparkling colors and pull you into a dark alley where, within sweet shadowy depths, sharing a syringe may seem sexy and alluring.
When there is a wave of novelty, and I am all for waves of novelty, it means that the outer edge of dark and the outer edge of light both intensify. If you want to surf such powerful waves, be ever wary about where you are in respect to those edges, because sometimes the outer edge of light and the outer edge of dark fold together like the smokey swirls of Damascus steel.
The positive aspect is that this is a propitious time to become more aware of the siren call of glamorous death energy.