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Moving Poetry by Dr. Julian Ungar-Sargon

Illness as Incarnation

Julian Ungar-Sargon March 21, 2011

In illness the “evil” the negative, the infective becomes

incarnate in the flesh in the body finding its fulfillment in

the fever and suppuration.

In aging too the decrepit and arthritic the gnarled joints

and deformities reflect the inevitable movement towards

decay and death atrophy and defilement.

Satanic forces chthonic forces slowly occupy the territory

once proud of its youthful vigor as the singular expression

common to myriad diseases and ailments.

As one feels this process going through the body daily one

must learn to accept the infirmity bit by bit accepting the

divine decree that man shall live that immortal Adam shall

be spared immediacy of sentence but also die, slowly.

The divine contains both light and dark an antinomy of

sefirotic incompatibilities uncanny and exasperating and

we are the bearers of this divine dark side mostly in our

suffering and broken lives

and in the aging body in illness.

A spiritual opportunity arises then in dis-ease to come a

little closer to this divine incarnation sheltered as we are

normally from satanic mills for we are able to manifest the

divineʼs need in our bodies in our degeneration to express

itself in the minor key.

In accepting this dark side of spirituality and in the deep

gnawing pain in the refusal to be anesthetized for a

moment longer we find rest from the pious and the

pompous theologies and Holier-than-Thou sermons from

the naive emotional betrayal of wholeness for the naive

Good God.

Finally God will find a bit of rest from the projections of

perfection we have hoisted on Him for centuries and thank

us kindly for sharing in this deep secret the wounding of

His beloved the petty hurts He and we share as we dig the

knife ever so deeper into our loved ones then awaken to

see the damage.

Finally He will share what has been so long on His mind

about that fateful historical decision to let Satan loose in a

dangerous game that cost so many so much.

Let the pain linger a little longer so that we can all come a

little closer to this divine opening of the secret chest where

all will be made understandable in fantasy and all will be

justified in humor even though both parties will be weeping

tears that will cause a tsunami in the oceans.

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