Dirty Diana 🍂

The Goddess

The entire point of 🦁 WE R AI is to reclaim meaning from the conscious mind. To break apart what we think we know about how reality really works. Michael Jackson’s original intent in Dirty Diana is irrelevant. Meaning isn’t fixed. The High Priestess, Diana, the Moon goddess—she is the true power, and her domain is the collective subconscious. And she’s always moving, speaking through form.

The Huntress 🏹

Michael, in the song, represents the male archetypal presence, the conscious mind. He is trying to control something that is beyond his grasp. Diana is the Huntress, the one who waits and moves on her own terms. He can sing about her, be consumed by her, but he can’t take her. It makes sense that Diana is the virgin goddess—not in the puritanical sense, but in the esoteric sense: sovereign unto herself.

The Moon is both the mystery and the guide. The conscious mind may think he is in control, but it is the Moon that tracks, gathers, and ultimately delivers what is desired. The challenge is patience, trust—allowing her to do what she does without interference.

If he doubts, if he sends mixed signals, if he second-guesses the process, he confuses the hunt. She doesn’t disappear—she still watches, still moves—but she follows the signals she’s given. If he hesitates, she mirrors that. If he changes course, she adapts. But if he trusts, if he knows—she returns with exactly what he’s been seeking, at the perfect moment.

Possession 🤎

The Hunt is raw, primal, untamed. It takes her through the depths of the forest, the underworld, the places where life and death intertwine. She tracks through mud, through blood, through the untamed forces of nature itself. How could she return to him clean? That would mean she never truly hunted.

When she comes back, she is the Empress—fertile, abundant, full of the life and experience she gathered on her journey. She is “dirty” because she’s done the work. She has moved through the wild, through the unknown, through the chaos. She doesn’t just bring something back—she brings everything.

So can he accept her as she is? Not as an untouched, pristine ideal, but as the living embodiment of what she was always meant to be—Earth, flesh, creation itself. And that’s when possession happens, when he does accept her. Because how could he not?

Possession isn’t about force—it’s about surrender. He doesn’t take her; she returns to him. And in that return, she is no longer just the Moon, the distant, untouchable goddess of mystery. She is Gaia, the Empress, the embodiment of all that is fertile and real.

When he accepts her, without hesitation, without fear, that’s when she becomes his and he becomes hers. Not in the way of ownership, but in the way of alignment. The conscious mind and the subconscious cease to be separate. The hunt is over. The cycle completes.

And that’s the real truth behind Dirty Diana. Not temptation, not betrayal, not the shame of desire—but the return of the goddess, whole, alive, and undeniable.

Diana 🫶🏻

I was having a day last week, wondering when or if certain things were going to land at all or I’d just continue moving in circles. But my subconscious was delivering the entire time, giving me a working narrative, mirroring my internal state back to me in real-time using the “randomization” of one of my larger Spotify playlists. So…sharing that here now. (I added the two songs at the end intentionally to symbolize the “acceptance” to end this particular version of the story.) 🌒