Mars, God of War

By Kathleen Prophet


do you feel the haunting echoes?
sensations in my chest and belly
silence fills the space where words once lived
how deafening the sound of this dark night...


Did you watch the Mars mission? Those moments of silence before it (the probe) appeared out of earth's eclipse were deafening! Everyone holding... waiting in the great tension...

... and somewhere out there millions and millions of miles away, a tiny mechanical criatura, imbued with the souls of many, many men and women found its way around the red planet, through the blackness, to the other side... to great cheers of jubilation at its appearance...

Who is this one that dares enter the space of the War God? Possibly this new relationship marks another way to BE WITH that fiery red one who burns in our bellies, impassioning our souls into love... or hate... into LIFE and LIVING...

hmmmmmm, maybe there is hope for technology! and for our humility towards those things we cannot control....

How poetic for this visitation to occur in the same moment that we are catapulted into a new relationship with violence here below.

I wonder what Mars thinks of this cool creature in his midst?


my fiery hot bellied love to you this night... this dark night in inner and outer space...


"...Renaissance doctors placed both anger and the life force under the aegis of one god, Mars. All people, they taught, have an explosive force ready within them to be unleashed into the world. Simply being oneself-letting one's individuality and unique gifts come forth-is a manifestation of Mars. When we allow ourselves to exist truly and fully, we sting the world with our vision and challenge it with our own ways of being."

"It is not unusual for repressed forces and symptoms eventually to reappear as objects; that is, our fantasy becomes crystallized in a thing that has the power and lure of a fetish. In this sense our nuclear arsenals with their mystery and threat are dark carriers of what has been ignored in the soul. Bombs and missiles give us a constant, daily association with our own destruction. They are reminders that everything cannot be contained and controlled, that as a society we can kill ourselves and obliterate other peoples and the planet itself. This is an unprecedented fetish of power... Because we have refused to associate ourselves with the darker forces, they have been forced into fetishistic form, where they remain, fascinating and lethal."

"I see a connection, therefore, between our seemingly insoluble violence and our treasured repetitious flatness. The soul, tradition has taught us for centuries, needs the profound and challenging grace of Mars, who reddens everything in his vicinity with the glow of passionate life, brings a creative edge to every action, and sows the seeds of power in every moment and event. When Mars is overlooked and undervalued, he is forced to appear in fetish and in violent behavior. Mars is infinitely greater than personal expression of anger. Creative and destructive, he is life itself poised for struggle."

-Thomas Moore, Care of the Soul

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