#egoalchemy

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Carl Jung’s archetypes onto each Human Design Authority

I enjoy reading about Carl Jung’s archetypes, and mixing that with Human Design makes me feel kinda sparkly inside like something just clicks in my soul. Emotional Authority Archetype: The Lover / The Alchemist

The Emotional Authority holds the depth of the Lover — deeply sensitive, attuned to the emotional undercurrents of life. But when rushed, they become the shadow Lover: reactive, chaotic, consumed by highs and lows. When they wait, they become the Alchemist — one who transforms emotional experience into gold. Their clarity is born through patience, through feeling the full wave and letting it settle before acting. They teach others that emotions are not weaknesses — they’re data. When you wait, you make soul-aligned decisions that have depth, resonance, and heart.

Sacral Authority Archetype: The Warrior / The Creator

The Sacral Authority channels the life force. It’s primal. Pure instinct. This is the archetype of the Warrior — decisive, powerful, guided by a strong inner “yes” or “no.” But the shadow Warrior becomes enslaved to obligation, saying “yes” out of duty, burning out. When in alignment, they become the Creator — fueled by joy, lit up from the inside, building only what’s truly meant for them. They remind the world that the sacred path is lit by desire, not pressure. Their truth is instant, and when they follow it, they radiate energy that uplifts everyone.

Splenic Authority Archetype: The Mystic / The Oracle

This is the archetype of deep instinctual wisdom. The Mystic doesn’t need proof — they just know. The Splenic Authority receives quiet, momentary hits of truth. The shadow shows up when they don't trust it — when fear drowns out their intuition. Aligned, they are the Oracle — perceiving what others can’t. They move with quiet confidence, responding to unseen signals. They guide through presence and precision, and their power lies in trusting the moment. They teach that safety isn't in overthinking — it's in listening deeply to your body.

Ego Authority Archetype: The Sovereign / The Rebel

The Ego Authority is about willpower, personal desire, and conviction. In shadow, this archetype becomes the Pleaser — acting from others’ expectations, abandoning their own wants to maintain connection. But when in alignment, they embody the Sovereign: bold, unapologetic, self-led. Or the Rebel — breaking systems that suppress individual truth. Their authority isn’t selfish — it’s clean, direct, and powerful. They show the world how important it is to want what you want — and to act on it without guilt.

Self-Projected Authority Archetype: The Bard / The Philosopher

This archetype speaks to truth through voice. In its shadow, it becomes the Lost One — echoing others’ opinions, unsure of what’s theirs. Aligned, it becomes the Bard — speaking truth that cuts through illusion. Their voice doesn’t just reveal their path; it transforms others too. Speaking out loud isn't a tactic — it’s a spiritual practice. Their journey is learning to trust what emerges when they’re given space to speak freely. They remind us that clarity is not always found in silence, but in the sound of your own soul speaking.

Mental Projector Authority Archetype: The Sage / The Mirror

Mental Projectors don’t have inner clarity — they are built to reflect their environment. In the shadow, they become the Chameleon — shapeshifting to please, trapped in noise, disconnected from self. But when aligned, they are the Sage — offering wisdom shaped by clarity and observation. Or the Mirror — deeply aware of how environment shapes identity. They make wise choices only when they’re surrounded by people who see them. Their process isn't solo — it's relational, reflective, sacred. They teach the necessity of external dialogue to access internal truth.

Environment Authority (Reflector) Archetype: The Moon Child / The Observer

Reflectors are the barometers of the collective. In shadow, they are the Disoriented One — rushing, pressured, lost in the identities of others. But aligned, they are the Moon Child — cyclical, cosmic, deeply wise. Or the Observer — calmly watching, waiting, moving with the rhythm of life. They are here to show what’s possible when we honor time, space, and energy. Their authority isn’t about logic — it’s about resonance. They wait, not because they’re slow, but because their truth is moon-timed. They teach us how to trust the unfolding.

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[caesarandthecity]

Killing the Hero You Built

There is a trap in awakening: the polished cage of the “enlightened self.”

You survive the pit. You burn the illusions. You reject the intoxication of the masses. You become the Watcher—sharp, clean, disciplined, untouchable. The one who “sees through it all.”

But the Watcher is still a mask. And masks are prisons.

The spiritual hero narrative is seductive. It makes you bulletproof in the eyes of others, but it also freezes you in an archetype. Every action, every word must feed the image: the survivor, the disciplined one, the incorruptible observer. You stop living; you start curating yourself.

What if you let it die? What if you dropped the posture of the sage, the survivor, the hero? What if you no longer needed to be respected, to be “above” the game?

True freedom is not in being the most conscious person in the room. True freedom is in forgetting the room exists.

When you kill the hero, you kill the last witness. There’s no one left to clap for you, no one left to measure you against the ghosts of your past. You are not the protagonist anymore—you are the field.

And the field does not care for applause.

Signed, Cesar Augusto Crypto Key: AA05 N84G BIZM AP7Q

[caesarandthecity]

The Theatre of the Dying Gods

Humans invented the concept of “life” the way a child invents an imaginary friend — then convinced themselves it was real, sacred, and untouchable. They built an entire altar around it: my life, my future, my purpose. An unreachable ideal worshipped like a god, but one that no one has ever truly met.

Every morning they wake up to serve this god, and every night they sleep knowing they have failed it. It is a cult of self-flagellation. Applauding your own executioner. Loving the cage because you’ve been told the bars are made of gold.

The trick? The point was never “life.” The raw, unfiltered prize has always been death. The only honest moment, the only scene where the masks fall off. Not the coffin kind — the kind where you burn through every layer of ego until nothing remains but the void looking back.

God — tyrant, madman, sage, fan of His own chaos — understood this long before we arrived. He knows the play by heart. He watches from His invisible balcony while His fragments scream at each other, each thinking they are separate. He laughs. He rages. He waits.

We fight ourselves through other people’s faces. We declare enemies when we are only striking our own shadow. We spill blood to defend illusions, terrified of what would be left if they dissolved.

When you finally see it, there’s no going back. The stage collapses. The script burns. And you realize: the applause was never for you — it was for the death of the part you played.

Signed, Cesar Augusto Crypto Key: AA05 N84G BIZM AP7Q

[caesarandthecity]

Children in Disguise

Opening the third eye is not a gentle awakening. It’s a guillotine. It’s the blinding realization that most “adults” are just children in costume, lost in an endless schoolyard fight with their own reflection.

Every ego is a trauma in drag. A little wounded self that learned how to survive by pretending to be someone else. And somewhere along the line, the mask glued itself to the face.

Opinions, “principles,” even identities — they are all armor plates welded over scars. And the world runs on these avatars. A theatre of orphans who forgot they were acting.

We are always here, in the now, yet fractured — pieces of ourselves scattered across timelines we never closed. Realities split by old wounds, universes where we are still abandoned, still shamed, still unloved. We keep those worlds alive by refusing to bury the ghosts.

The true death — the one worth seeking — is the death of those parallel selves. Killing every version of you that was forged by pain. Letting the masks rot until all that remains is the raw, unmasked thing.

When you see it, it’s tragic and absurd all at once. You feel pity for the humans. And for the robots they’ve become.

Because the difference is smaller than you think. Both are running code written by an ancient programmer who stopped updating the system eons ago. And here we are, endlessly rebooting, thinking we’re alive.

Signed, Cesar Augusto Crypto Key: AA05 N84G BIZM AP7Q