Like most chaos magicians, and the majority of British magicians for that matter, I’m fairly allergic to the gods at the best of times. If you have been reading this blog for a while, you’ll know my allegiances lie… elsewhere. But there is one freeloading cloud monster in particular that I’ll never stop warning you off.
Jason mentioned to me via gchat this afternoon that he’d be posting about the Jupiter stuff, he has, and it’s more or less the same thing he said last time. Which is fine, because my position is unchanged also. Nevertheless, I’ll restate it.
He did mention Jupiter a lot in his book. It was big at the time. That was after Sef started that group where everyone took photos of themselves dressed like real estate agents in a strip club and thought it was somehow ‘kingly’. (Remember when Pete Carroll observed how they looked like scientologists rather than magicians?) So, to invert Jason’s otherwise-praiseworthy observation of The Chaos Protocols, I’ll say it was his Jupiter stuff in Financial Sorcery that lost me in an otherwise praiseworthy book, too. The spirit seals, on the other hand, were very useful. But pageboys typically have the best gossip and are usually way hotter.
I pass palaces on my way to work. I’ve attended the same parties as princes. They don’t dress like real estate agents in strip clubs. That’s what a poor person’s view of a rich person looks like, and I said as much to Sef the other year. (I’m an amazing friend.) You see pictures of the Queen tootling about Balmoral in her old Range Rover and she looks like a bag lady who just hotwired a student car. Which, funnily enough, she could actually do, being a war mechanic and all.
There is a famous insult among the blue-blooded, and it is that someone has ‘bought all their own furniture’. REAL money inherits it. Inherits it and keeps it in offshore tax havens with the rest of its loot while closing public libraries and instituting mass layoffs. There is a reason The Chaos Protocols has a crossroad pact with the Devil in it. If you were to bundle up everything I don’t like about this world, about monoculture, and build a temple to it, it would be the temple to Jupiter I see in the Roman forum whenever I go there. (Or, at least, what little remains of it. Hail chaos.)
So Jason’s wrong about kingship, but he’s American and they don’t have sovereigns on their sovereigns, they have pyramids with eyes on them. Hence he’s forgiven. However, he’s also historically wrong about Rome:
- Rome didn’t fall from too little Jupiter, but too much. Too much centralisation, too high taxes to pay for too large an army to prop up imperial over-reach. Too. Much. Centralisation.
- As for ‘functional Jupiter’, “caring for the common good of citizens”… would this be in the greatest slave city in the history of mankind? Where women’s rights approximated those of modern day Saudi Arabia? (Itself a monarchy and Obama-endorsed champion of human rights.)
THAT is Jupiter. It is the planet of centralisation overlaid on the very archetype of patriarchy in the completely literal sense of that term. (At least Zeus banged a few dudes every now and then.) The very best you can do with Jupiter-as-planet is try and surf the wave of it around your natal chart. Of course, I treat all the planets like abusive spouses after I have just burned the roast, to be honest: Propitiate and get out of their way.
It seems disingenuous to me to conflate ‘doing what you’re told’ with wealth accumulation… especially in today’s world where our actual ‘kings’ do the precise opposite -tax avoidance, corporate sponsorship of public office- and become vastly wealthy while YOU foot the bill for their expenses and their wars. Jupiter is the god of rules for YOU, not for him and his 1%. Besides, It’s always the trickster or the dragon that seems to end up with the king’s gold or his wife in the end.
So behold the king of the Gods, patron of the male members of slave-owning bloodline families who raised taxes to such an extent that the common people simply abandoned their houses for the countryside, thus beginning the exciting millennia of feudalism.
This is The Fall, right here. This is the cornerstone of the magical journey. It is seizing your destiny from those who would only offer you rules. It is saying ‘fuck you very much’ to the angry hetero daddy in the clouds.
I have been, and will continue to be a Jupiter-free zone. Not that it matters much. Like I said, god-bothering has never really been my thing. Y’all can go nuts. I am not minded in the slightest.
Other people’s mileage will apparently vary but I think I’ll pass. I would truly be sick in my mouth if I didn’t.
The Equinox of the Gods is at hand.