Thursday, 28 June 2012
The Sub-Verses: Book Eight: Midnight's Angel
"Now war arose in heaven, Michael and his angels fighting against the dragon. And the dragon and his angels fought back, but he was defeated and there was no longer any place for them in heaven. And the great dragon was thrown down, that ancient serpent who is called the devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world – he was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him."
Revelation 12: 7-9
At Amid Night Suns I try to express to my readers my conviction in the awesome transformative power of stories, legends and mythology. It is my belief that storytelling is the most ancient and powerful form of magic in the Universe. Furthermore, it is my belief that all sentient beings existing in various realms use storytelling to negotiate with their environments - and to imagine and comprehend their identities. In our world we are seemingly bound by the structures of Time and Space; a continuum that necessitates that our stories be linear - but perhaps there are other realms unbound by our physics, in which stories are non-linear, multidimensional gestalts. The entities who dwell there would tell stories that would appear paradoxical, dreamlike and alien to our human comprehension - but they would be stories nonetheless.
Is it possible that storytelling is far more than a strange blending of lies and truth? Is it indeed possible that storytelling is the Prophet's Window, a mirror in which we can gaze at the true majesty of the raw infinite? In the western world our advances in Quantum Physics are slowly giving us a better grasp of the mysterious, mercurial nature of apparent three-dimensional space-time. We are beginning to understand (or finally remember) that Light is both a wave AND a particle, that all levels of creation appear to be in constant communication because of this phenomenon of non-locality. Many scientists seem to fear the beginnings of this new Gnosis, and attempt to gloss over or utterly ignore the mystical implications of such knowledge. We have tried to hide this spark of divine light within complex theoretical mathematics, but like a hall of mirrors our mathematics seems to bend and continually return to the mysteries that exist at its center. Indeed, aren't mathematics and physics just forms of numerical and empirical storytelling?
I say again, storytelling is the most ancient and powerful form of magic in the known Universe. Indeed, it is the Source of All Things. Wiser men than I have stated throughout human history that, "Storytelling is evidence of God in motion."
The War in Heaven that our mythologies speak about is a powerful story, with lots to teach us. There are many versions of it, told differently in different cultures. All of these stories are lies, and all of these stories are true. This might seem too relativistic to those unfamiliar with magic, but you must understand that YOU are the integral mechanism in this perception/experience engine. Hear this: Because you exist, because you live and dream and perceive - some stories will be truer than others, for you and your kin. But you can still learn and enrich yourselves from those stories that you deem to be untrue. You must never forget this. Forgetting this is how the War in Heaven began...it is how horror and violence and colonization comes to a realm, living in the hearts of its denizens. Each sentient being in all of creation is a crossroads, a meeting place of many paths and many stories. This crossroads IS the act of storytelling, it is consciousness itself; the reflected light of the mind of God. Every sentient being is a part of this Light; a self-aware crossroads of creative tension.
You are alive now. And even after your death, so shall you be alive for evermore. Death is not merely a Reaper; Death is the alchemical transformation of one kind of storytelling into another. This is the power and the responsibility of the Prophet's Window. To forget your storytelling is to forget that you exist at all. Dear reader, don't let this happen. The most ancient magic pounds in your heart...the love and imagination that the creator has bestowed upon you. This Earth has not been forsaken, and neither have you. This is not my wisdom, not Raj's wisdom, the belief of a fallible mortal man - this is the wisdom of Midnight's Angel.