NSNC Fall Dog Bombs the Moon – David Bowie
Archetypal Love Story & Rituals
This track channels the Wounded Warrior archetype—the sacred masculine who has seen through the machine, who knows the falseness of the empires built on fear, and who still chooses to remember love. “Fall Dog” is not just a political figure—it’s the false king, the shadow patriarch, the one who bombards the feminine (the Moon) with projection, control, and hunger disguised as order.
Yet in this myth, the divine counterpart watches. She does not flinch.
The Moon absorbs the bombs and remains.
The Catholic High Mass resonance lies in the Agnus Dei—“Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world…”—a cry of sorrow that becomes a chant of hope. Even when surrounded by corruption, the heart makes an offering.
Gems and Minerals Symbolism
Labradorite pulses beneath this track—a dark, shimmering stone of psychic shielding, truth-vision, and spiritual awakening under duress. Labradorite carries the aurora borealis within—a reminder that the dark holds mystic light when cracked open. It is a stone for seers, rebels, and lovers who cannot be bought.
West Coast Swing Usable Tidbit
This track’s strange syncopation and snaking groove make it ideal for unexpected play: break out slotted resets, contrast timing, and weight shifts that seem to resist the beat. It’s a space for off-axis creativity—a dance of resistance that becomes seduction.
Let the music feel like controlled chaos. That’s the point.
Catholic High Mass Ritual Tidbit
“Fall Dog” evokes the Liturgy of the Word, but turned inside-out: the reading where truth is subversive, uncomfortable, not yet clean. It’s the sermon nobody wants to hear—but that changes everything when finally spoken. Bowie, the high priest in black sequins, lights the incense with gasoline.
Divine Counterpart Field
From the masculine field, seeing the damage done and waking up inside it:
I was built to detonate—but your silence reprogrammed my aim.
From the feminine field, holding the Moon codes:
You tried to destroy the place I come from. So I became the place you’d return to.
From the future where we are whole:
Even the Fall Dog lays down his arms when love proves immortal.
This is not a love song. It’s a love reckoning.
One that ends with return, not ruin.
Field note: This is The Serious Moonlight Tour of the Absolute New Age, People. This is the Inner made Outer and Outer made Inner Path, to True Love. OR Magic. Or Magick. Practical magic, and we don’t need no stinking badges.
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