Truth beyond Logic: Darkly Beautiful as the Re-Enchanted Othering
by Cintia Detre
August 1, 2025
Abstract
In our Time, like in any other time within the linear aspect of becoming, the human Soul has to discover certain labors through which its own forging occurs. The author of this treatise has chosen to tease apart, in a magical manner, the great riddle concerning the following question. Where does my Soul end and where does another’s begin?
Introduction
To meaningfully embark on an adventure insinuated by the abstract above, we have to meet Archangel Michael afresh. Why do I say that and how will we do that? To answer both questions in one word: Liberation—such as means and ends meet as one, inherently implying if my means differ from my desired ends I would imprison my own existence.
Acheiropoieton Herbig-Haro 24
Just like those icons depicting the Virgin cradling the Child and said to have come into existence miraculously (‘not by human hands’), so we find celestial paintings that astrophotography reveals to us as Herbig-Haro objects, Vestal nebular emanations holding newborn Suns. Please read the previous sentence again, and notice that I am not being figurative or sentimentally lyrical with such observations, but poetic in a manner that allows you to enter, harmoniously, into those recesses of your being that the pervasive nature of the logical mind would normally not let you. However, curiously, the word itself Logic takes us back to the stellar realms through the words reason and consider—arisen from their latin origin meaning thinking and star, respectively. So let ourselves think with the stars! The journey begins with our unbridled observation of Herbig-Haro 24.
When I first met this image in late May, such a convoluted sequence of events were taking place in my waking reality that my whole existence lost any traces of ‘linearity’, making me surrender to Totality. My entire life became one dynamic image! This spectacular image of my Life as well as Herbig-Haro 24 occurred to me portraying Archangel Michael’s struggle with the Dragon. The Othering!
Well, as our flesh is concerned, the most beautiful othering I can think of is the mother holding a newborn child. The cord is cut, yet a whole new octave of love and relatedness is being born in that sacred moment. I am getting tearfully emotional just by thinking this image which is concomitantly abstract and hypostatized.
Me, the Trifid Nebula, and my experience of Self
As you can see in this expressive title, every true othering comes in perpetually self-embedding triads, in fractals. When I first ventured via empowered vision and apt metaphysical allies to the center of our planet some six years ago, the quintessence of Lucifer appeared in my mind’s eyes as three-fold breathing. Unlike our carnal selves, breathing in an alternating, two-fold manner of in and out, the LightBearer’s respiration occurred to me as the triad of unfoldment, tending and fresh creation, acting in unison. Now, let’s equate our most inner Self with Lucifer, and consider that colorful experience we habitually attribute to self as the ‘Other’. So, from Lucifer’s perspective, you and me, my Dear Reader, are the versatile experiences of the same Entity. And these wondrous Experiences themselves can experience each other, ad infinitum!