The Faeries we making fun of me earlier tonight using Led Zeppelin as a teaching tool. This was a totally non-esoteric lesson. What they said was basically this:
“So there is this old faery story, and it goes like this: Back in the old country, there was this Lady who was totally sure that all that glittered was gold…stop us if you’ve heard this before.”
So I said ‘Sure, and she was buying a stairway to heaven, but what’s the fucking point?’
‘The fucking point is that you know this is a song. You grew up with it. You have it on CD. You periodically watch videos of it. Now toss this back 1200 years ago, and people would just be singing it to each other. But maybe some of them couldn’t sing. So they would just tell the story. “Once upon a time, their was a Beautiful Lady. And she believed, deep in her heart, that all that glittered was gold.”
‘And like a long, long game of ‘telephone’, it changed. And so a thousand years later, we might think that the story of the Golden Lady and the Stairway is some kind of mystery school remnant, when really it was just a few twenty-something dudes smoking hash and trying to get laid.’
‘This is what you people do. You make things that don’t really make sense, or that you don’t have enough information to make make sense of, into some story that fits into your worldview and biases. It’s useful. But it’s generally totally inaccurate. There either was no Golden Fleece, or even weirder, there actually was. In a completely non-metaphorical sense. Like a sheep that actually grew hair made of gold. That’s some weird shit, right? And you can’t actually know which of these stories is true. Because the world is always changing. What was possible now was not possible thirty thousand years ago. And what was possible then is not possible now. Yet you create a sense of continuity to make yourselves feel better.’
What if the world was not always as it is now? In a radical sense, not some bullshit ‘march of progress’ sense. These things are relevant to the practice of sorcery. What if the world was not always as it is now? What if it will not be as it is now further down the line?
Once there were gods that lived at the crossroads (and there still are). But what lived there before the roads? What was the name of that thing/being when no-thing had a name? What was it’s sigil before proto-humans began to make marks? Do you think it didn’t exist then? Why? Because there is no record from pre-history (which means ‘before written records’)?
These are the things the shop faeries like to talk about in the bath, which suits me fine.
Solstice blessings to all,
Aidan December 21, 2016