I love Rob Brezny’s take on life. He is soulful, radical, playful, rowdy and, quite simply, a wordsmith who can light you up. He is inspiration from the word go. Rob Brezny makes me smile and glad to be human and oh-so hopeful.
During these days of accelerated times, mind-boggling news cycles, sensory overload, caffeinated fatigue and deep internal questioning, The Penguin happily shares some excerpts from Rob Brezny’s Astrology Newsletter and his romp of a book, Pronoia is the Antidote for Paranoia.
Let me remind you who you really are: You’re an immortal
freedom fighter who longs to liberate all sentient creatures from their suffering. You’re a fun-loving messiah who devoutly wants
to help all of your fellow messiahs claim the ecstatic awareness
that is their birthright.
Try to remember. You’re a vortex of fluidic light that has
temporarily taken on the form of a human being, suffering
amnesia about your true origins. And why did you do that?
Because it was the best way to forge the identity that would
make you such an elemental force in our 14-billion-year
campaign to bring heaven all the way down to earth.
I’m not speaking metaphorically here. You are a mutant deity
in disguise—not a Buddha or a Christ exactly, but of the same
lineage and conjured from the same fire. You have been
around since the beginning of time and will be here after the
end. Every day and in every way, you’re getting better at playing
the preposterously amusing master game we all dreamed up
together before the Big Bang bloomed.
Lately, I must admit, our work has seemed almost comically
impossible. Many of us have given in to the temptation to
believe that everything is upside-down and inside-out.
Ignorance and inertia, partially camouflaged as time-honored
morality, seem to surround us.
Pessimism is enshrined as a hallmark of worldliness.
Compulsive skepticism masquerades as perceptiveness. Mean-
spirited irony is chic. Stories about treachery and degradation
provoke a visceral thrill in millions of people who think of
themselves as reasonable and smart. Beautiful truths are
suspect and ugly truths are readily believed.
So no, at this peculiar turning point in the evolution of our 14-
billion-year-old master game, it’s not easy to carry out our
mission. We’ve got to be both wrathful insurrectionaries and
exuberant lovers of life. We’ve got to cultivate cheerful
buoyancy even as we resist the temptation to swallow thousands
of delusions that have been carefully crafted and seductively
packaged by those messiahs among us who bravely
volunteered to play the role of know-it-all deceivers.
We have to learn how to stay in a good yet unruly mood as we
overthrow the sour, puckered mass hallucination that is
mistakenly referred to as “reality.”
Maybe most importantly, we have to be ferociously and single-
mindedly dedicated to the cause of beauty and truth and love
even as we keep our imaginations wild and hungry and free. We
have to be both disciplined and rowdy.
Amen, Rob Brezny! Amen!