Showing posts with label Grail. Show all posts
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Thursday, 14 March 2024

What is The Grail representing, then?

 






BILL MOYERS
What is The Grail representing, then?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL
Well, The Grail becomes the, what we call it, 
That Which is Attained and Realised by People 
Who Have Lived Their Own Lives. 

So The Story very briefly is of this — 
I’m giving it now as Wolfram gives it — 
but this is just one version. 

The Grail King was a Lovely Young Man
but he had not EARNED that position. 

And The Grail represents The Fulfillment 
of The Highest Spiritual Potentialities 
of The Human Consciousness. 

And he was a Lovely Young Man, 
and he rode forth from His Castle 
with The War Cry, “Amor!” 

And as he’s riding forth, a Moslem, 
a pagan warrior, a Mohammedan warrior, 
comes out of The Woods, A Knight. 

And they both level their lances at each other, 
they drive at each other, and The Lance 
of The Grail King kills The Mohammedan, 
but The Mohammedan Lance 
castrates The Grail King.

What that means is that the Christian separation of Matter and Spirit, 
of The Dynamism of Life and The Spiritual, Natural Grace 
and Supernatural Grace, has really castrated Nature. 

And The European Mind, The European Life, 
has been as it were, emasculated by this; 
True Spirituality, which would have 
come from this, has been killed. 

And then what did 
The Pagan represent? 

He was A Person from 
The Suburbs of Eden. 

He was regarded as A Nature Man, 
and on The Head of His Lance 
was written The Word, “Grail.” 

That is to say, Nature intends The Grail. 

Spiritual Life is The Bouquet of Natural Life, 
not a supernatural thing imposed upon it. 

And so The Impulses of Nature are what 
give Authenticity to Life, 
not Obeying Rules come from 
a Supernatural Authority, 
that’s the sense of The Grail.

Wednesday, 4 August 2021

Krypto Jones



“It is said that what is called 
The Spirit of an Age 
is something to which one cannot return. 

That This Spirit gradually dissipates 
is due to 
The World's coming to An End

In the same way, 
A Single Year 
does not have just 
Spring or Summer. 

A Single Day, too, 
is The Same. 

For this reason, 
although one would like 
To Change Today's World 
Back to The Spirit of 100 Years or more ago, 
it cannot be done

Thus it is Important 
To Make The Best 
out of Every Generation.


Kal-El : 
[Floating about in The Fortress of Solitude]  
You... enjoyed it.

Superman
I don't know what to say, Father. 
I'm afraid I just got carried away.

Kal-El : 
I anticipated this, My Son. 
I...

Superman : [surprised]  
You couldn't have! 
You couldn't have imagined...

Kal-El
...How good it felt.

[Jon nods] 

Kal-El : 
You are revealed to The World. 
Very well, so be it. 

But you must still keep 
Your Secret Identity.

Superman : 
But why?

Kal-El : 
The Reasons are Two :
First, you cannot serve humanity 
twenty-eight four hours a day.

Superman : 
Er, twenty-four.

Kal-El : 
Or, twenty-four, as it is in Earth time. 

Your help would be called for endlessly
even for those problems which human beings could solve themselves

It is Their Habit to abuse Their Resources in such a way.

Superman : 
And, secondly?

Kal-El :
 Secondly
Your Enemies will discover their only way to Hurt You : 
By Hurting The People You Care For.

Superman : 
Thank you, Father.

Kal-El : 
Lastly... 

Do not punish yourself for your feelings of Vanity. 

Simply learn to control them. 
It is an affliction common to all
even in The Silver Age. 

Our Destruction could have been avoided 
had it not been for The Vanity of some who considered us indestructible

Were it not for Vanity, why... 
at this very moment...

[sadly

I could embrace you in my arms. My Son.



Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :
Junior! Junior! 

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :
Elsa… Elsa, don’t. 
Elsa… Elsa… 
Give me your other hand, honey. 
I can’t hold you! 

Elsa, 
The Austrian Nazi Chick :
I can reach it. 
I can reach it.

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :
 Elsa, give me your hand.
 Give me your other hand! Elsa! 


Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :
Junior, give me your other hand! 
I can’t hold on. 

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :
I can get it. 
I can almost reach it, Dad. 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :
Indiana… 
Indiana… 
Let it go. 

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :
Dad… 
Please, Dad. 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :
Elsa never really believed in The Grail. 
She thought she’d found A Prize. 

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :
What did you find, Dad? 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :
Me? Illumination.
 And what did you find, Junior? 

Prof. Henry Jones Jr. :
“Junior”? Dad… 

Sallah :
Please, what does it always mean, this… 
This “Junior”? 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :
That’s His Name : 
Henry Jones, Junior.

Indiana Jones Jr. :
 I like 'Indiana'. 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :
We named The Dog 'Indiana'! 

Marcus Brody :
May we go home now, please? 

Sallah :
The Dog?
 You are named after the dog

Indiana Jones :
(wounded)
I’ve got a lot of fond memories of that dog…

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :
Ready? 

Indiana Jones :
Ready. 

Marcus Brody :
Indy! Henry! Follow me.
 I know the way! Ha! 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :
Got lost in his own museum, huh?

Indiana Jones :
 Uh-huh. 

Prof. Henry Jones Sr. :
After you, Junior. 

Indiana Jones :
Yes, sir! Ha!

Tuesday, 3 August 2021

Freeman




Rosa :
Freddy. This is Billy Batson. 
Make sure you make him feel at home, okay? 
Maybe don't say anything too weird…? 

Freeman :
Oh, one weird thing is you know the Romans used to brush their teeth with their urine? 
Apparently, it-it works. 

Yup, um... 


Oh, it's, uh... it's a long way down. 
Trust me, I speak from experience. 
Victor pushed me. 
They seem nice, but don't buy it. 
It gets real Game of Thrones around here. 

What? 

Dude, I'm... just messin' around. 
It's um, it's terminal cancer, I... I have three months. 
Kidding, again! 

You look at me and you're, like, "Why so dark?" 
"You're a disabled foster kid, you've got it all, right?”

Oh, yeah, that's the, uh, the old batarang. 
I mean, it's a replica, but... 
Feel how sharp. Could kill you in your sleep with that thing. 

You ever a Supes guy?
Yeah, me too. 

Behold, the holy grail. 
One nine millimeter round shot at Superman himself. It's legit. 
Probably worth, I dunno, 
$5-600, maybe more. 

What's in the bag? 
Hey. Hey, it's all good. 
It's good to maintain boundaries. 
You don't gotta talk so much, you know. 

I mean, this place is great. 
You're gonna love it. 

Dinner!



Shazam: 
Dude! Dude! 
Dude! Dude, did you see that?

Freeman: 
Yeah — You electrocuted a bus 
and almost killed these people.

Shazam: 
And then I caught it! 
Freddy, I caught a bus 
with my bare hands, man! 

I caught a bus like people catch fly balls. 
Like, who does that? 
I do that!

Freeman: 
Billy, you do nothing

You, you take selfies 
and make people pay you. 

You know, forget it. 
I can't really talk to you 
when you look like this.

Shazam: 
You just wish it was you!

Freeman: 
(waving his crutches at him)
No shit! 

You think I wouldn't 
kill to have what you have? 

Because everything I do is, like, 
some desperate attempt 
to get people to notice me, 
to not feel sorry for me. 

I mean, look at me! 
Look at me! 
Do you even see me? 

Cause most people don't! 
Cause they don't want to. 

And now you don't, either. 
I mean, you think this is who you are? 
I mean, Billy, you're 14. 

And now you're no better 
than the Breyers. 

All this power, 
and all you did was turn into 
a show-off and a bully.

[Freddy walks away] 

Shazam
Whatever, kid! I do what I want! 
And I'm like, mid-20s probably! 
Maybe even, like, 30.

Wednesday, 30 June 2021

Salvator Mundi








"Again, all that feels to me like the last ferocious attempts at asserting its fading power by the Osiris energy of the last 2000 years, now gone rotten and unsustainable but trying harder to keep everything and everybody under increasingly deranged levels of control in every area of our lives."


Cancer Man :
You really don't give up, do you?
But then you have so much to lose.
It's what we have in common.

Salvator Mundi :
We have nothing in common.

Cancer Man :
I need The Boy.
The Boy is mine.

Salvator Mundi :
The Boy would rather die first, now that he knows The Truth.

Cancer Man :
That I'm the one who made him?
That I'm William's creator?

Salvator Mundi
You'd shoot your own firstborn son?

Cancer Man
Shot my SECOND-born son once — But I need you to know, Fox, 
when I gave you life, 
I never fathomed the moment would come when I would need to end it.

Salvator Mundi
I don't think you can do it.

Cancer Man
Then you don't know me very well.




In one legend, Merlin was intended to be an Antichrist figure, begotten on a virgin by the Devil. His mother, however, had the boy baptized at birth, freeing him from the Devil's influence. His demonic heritage gave him the ability to see into the past and future, a gift that is often carried over to myths that do not include this origin story. In other myths, his father is an angel, a fae, or even no one.

In most tellings of Arthur's origin story, Merlin's magic helped Uther Pendragon seduce and bed another man's wife (Igraine), leading to the conception of Arthur, whom he prophesized would be a great king. In return, Merlin was given the baby boy, who was fostered by a knight as his own son and later prepared by Merlin for kingship.


Merlin's final fate varies from telling to telling. In some recountings, he loses his wits when Arthur is slain. In others, he is tricked and imprisoned by the witch Niviane (or Nimue), whom he deeply loved and taught magic.
For the 2008 British TV series, see Merlin. For the 1998 miniseries, see Merlin.
Tropes:
Anti Anti Christ: Merlin's mother was raped/seduced by either the Devil or some random demon, but she had Merlin baptized as soon as he was born. This relieved him of his Antichrist status but still let him keep his nifty magical powers. Since Medieval Christianity generally thought any sort of power must come from either God or Satan, this story explained how Merlin performed his magical acts without being a saint.
The Anti-Christ: In some stories, Merlin was the Antichrist but instead of destroying the world, became good and decided to help Arthur become the King of Britain.
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The Archmage: Depending on the version of the tale.
Badass Beard: He's famous for his Wizard Beard, which isn't actually mentioned in the medieval texts. But it is rare to see him depicted nowadays without one.
Badass Long Robe: Standard apparel for wizards, which again isn't explicitly described in the texts.
Barefoot Sage: He's depicted barefoot in many illustrations, including those by Gustave Dore.
Because Destiny Says So: In this case, "destiny" goes by "Merlin."
Born of Magic: Some pre-Christian versions of Merlin's birth never explain how he came to be, his mother suddenly becoming pregnant despite having turned down every advance made to her. When the angry menfolk demanded to know who the father was, Merlin shut them up by demonstrating his magic power. Christian versions make him the son of a demon and a virgin... perhaps because to Christians, having a godless wizard born to a virgin birth (and having multiple stories about supernatural figures born to virgins circulating in general) had bad implication.
Bowdlerise: As Christianity gained more influence, Merlin became less of a trickster and mage and more of a wise old mentor. His demonic parentage, however, became a part of the story because of Christian influence. The point was to explain why a heroic character was able to use godless magic. His moral ambiguity was likewise explained as the goodness of his mother and evil of his father struggling in him.
Canon Immigrant: Merlin did not appear in the earliest stratum of Arthurian myths, although he's been around longer than Lancelot and the Holy Grail. Merlin's legend comes from Welsh roots. The earlier traditions of Myrddin Wyllt (Merlin/Myrddin the Wild) were tied to Merlin in Vita Merlini.
The Chessmaster: Oh so much. He's behind so much of what happens in Arthurian legend.
The Chooser of The One: Merlin is basically behind the creation of King Arthur and why Arthur becomes king.
Composite Character: In his original appearance in Geoffrey of Monmouth's History of the Kings of Britain, Merlin is based on the Waif Prophet Ambrosius from the earlier History of the Britons attributed to Nennius. But Geoffrey renamed him "Merlin" based on the figure of Myrddin from Welsh tales, and later wrote a Life of Merlin equating the two further. Ambrosius in turn appears to be based on a real person, Ambrosius Aurelianus, who Geoffrey also used under the name "Aurelius Ambrosius" as Uther's brother and Arthur's uncle.
Cool Old Guy: In some incarnations.
Court Mage: To King Arthur.
Depending on the Writer: There are so many different depictions of Merlin that it's hard to reconcile them as the same person.
Distaff Counterpart: According to the earliest Welsh legends 'Myrddin' had a twin sister Ganeida or Ganicenda.
Divine Parentage: According to some myths, Merlin is said to be the son of a deity or the son of The Devil.
Eccentric Mentor: In some depictions.
Functional Magic: Well, yeah. He's a wizard.
Half-Human Hybrid: Merlin is traditionally depicted as a cambion — the son of a woman (sometimes a witch, occasionally a nun) and an incubus, or sometimes a man and a succubus, a Christianization of the legend given as an explanation for his magical and prophetic abilities. The woman incidentally is nearly always a raped nun who dunks her newborn into holy water to wash evil away from him as soon as he is born, but he still grows up a horny bastard with a taste for young virgins — the modern versions tend to forget that aspect of his character (with an exception or two). Modern interpretations of the legends vary significantly on Merlin's parentage.
Hermit Guru: Before his Bowdlerisation. Myrddin Wyllt was a wild, hairy man living out in the wilderness, receiving prophecies and talking to the wildlife.
Human Mom, Non-Human Dad: Merlin was born to a mortal human woman and a non-human father. The species of Merlin's father varies from legend to legend.
I Have Many Names: Too many to count.
Last of His Kind: Merlin is revealed as the last of the shape-changers in his childhood, before Arthur's birth.
Magic Staff: Merlin's Weapon of Choice in many depictions, though the medieval stories don't really mention it.
The Man Behind the Man: In regards to Arthur. According to legend, many thought that Arthur was Merlin's puppet and that Merlin was the one who was actually in control of Arthur and his reign as king. Which might be true, considering how much of a strong influence Merlin is in Arthurian legend and all the events that happened.
May–December Romance: With Niviane.
The Mentor: To King Arthur.
Merlin and Nimue: The Trope Maker, Codifier, and Namer.
Merlin Sickness: Also the Trope Namer, Maker and Codifier, thanks to T.H. White, who introduced it in The Once and Future King.
The Omniscient: Through a combination of being born with a nigh complete understanding of the past and present and being gifted the power to see the future.
Parental Substitute: To Arthur, especially in modern retellings, codified by The Sword in the Stone. Most medieval versions have him showing himself to Arthur around the time he becomes king, drawing the sword from the stone.
Power Creep, Power Seep: Though centuries of stories, Merlin has grown in popular perception, especially in Super Hero story worlds like the The DCU and the Marvel Universe, from a mere mage to becoming the Sorceror Supreme of his time with almost godlike power.
Public Domain Artifact: He is credited as the creator of Excalibur in later myths.
Public Domain Character: A very old one at that. He has been done and redone dozens of times in various media, from legendary badass, to newbie mage, to a female version of himself.
Rasputinian Death: In his earliest incarnation, it was said this was the only way to kill him.
Sealed Good in a Can: When betrayed by Niviane. Can be King in the Mountain when the myth says she sealed him in a cave.
Seer/Oracular Urchin: It is said that God Himself granted Merlin powers of prophecy that, coupled with his already expansive knowledge of the past and present, rendered him functionally omniscient.
Semi-Divine: Merlin is often portrayed as the child of a demon and mortal.
Shapeshifting: One of his many magical powers.
The Smart Guy: Merlin is a wizard after all.
Stealth Hi/Bye: One of his many magical powers. He seems to really enjoy appearing out of nowhere, and disappearing in front of everyone.
Trickster Mentor: He is frequently depicted teaching Arthur and others, while having a trickster's personality.
Waif Prophet: His first appearance in the medieval stories is as one.
Wizard Beard: As part of his Wizard Classic attributes, whenever he's old. If he is depicted in his youth, he will usually be clean-shaven.
Wizard Classic: The Trope Maker and one of the most iconic examples. Notable because the medieval texts don't actually describe his appearance except sometimes when he's in disguise, so the wizard image must have been formed throughout the ages and been taken for granted.

Tuesday, 8 June 2021

The Decline of The West









"Hardly a modern man escapes this collision in his own life and he may end up in the sad state described in our story. His passion is killed and his vision is badly wounded.

The story of St. George and the dragon, which was adapted from a Persian myth at the time of the crusades, says much the same. In battle with the dragon, St. George, his horse, and the dragon were all mortally wounded. They would all have expired but for the fortuitous event that a bird pecked an orange (or a lime) that was hanging on a tree over St. George and a drop of the life-giving juice fell into his mouth. St. George arose, squeezed some of the elixir into his horse’s mouth and revived him. No one revived the dragon.


Much is to be learned from the symbol of the wounded Fisher King. The salmon or, more generally, the fish, is one of the many symbols of Christ. As in the story of the Fisher King coming upon the roasting salmon, a boy in his early adolescence touches something of the Christ nature within himself but touches it too soon. He is unexpectedly wounded by it and drops it immediately as being too hot. But a bit of it gets into his mouth and he can never forget the experience. His first contact with what will be redemption for him later in his life is a wounding. This is what turns him into a wounded Fisher King. The first touch of consciousness in a youth appears as a wound or as suffering. Parsifal finds his Garden of Eden experience by way of the bit of salmon. That suffering stays with him until his redemption or enlightenment many years later.

Most western men are Fisher Kings. Every boy has naively blundered into something that is too big for him. He proceeds halfway through his masculine development and then drops it as being too hot. Often a certain bitterness arises, because, like the Fisher King, he can neither live with the new consciousness he has touched nor can he entirely drop it.

Every adolescent receives his Fisher King wound. He would never proceed into consciousness if it were not so. The church speaks of this wounding as the felix culpa, the happy fall which ushers one into the process of redemption. This is the fall from the Garden of Eden, the graduation from naive consciousness into self consciousness.

It is painful to watch a young man realize that the world is not just joy and happiness, to watch the disintegration of his childlike beauty, faith, and optimism. It is regrettable but necessary—if we are not cast out of the Garden of Eden, there can be no Heavenly Jerusalem. In the Catholic liturgy for Holy Saturday evening there is a beautiful line, “Oh happy fall that was the occasion for so sublime a redemption.”

The Fisher King Wound may coincide with a specific event, an injustice, such as being accused of something we didn’t do. In Dr. Jung’s autobiography he tells that once his professor read all of Jung’s classmate’s papers in the order of their merit, but didn’t read Jung’s paper at all. His professor then said, “There is one paper here that is by far the best, but it is obviously a forgery. If I could find the book I would have him expelled.” Jung had worked hard on the paper and it was his own creation. He never trusted that man, or the whole schooling process, after that. This was a Fisher King wound for Dr. Jung.

  STAGES OF EVOLUTION

According to tradition, there are potentially three stages of psychological development for a man. The archetypal pattern is that one goes from the unconscious perfection of childhood, to the conscious imperfection of middle life, to conscious perfection of old age. One moves from an innocent wholeness, in which the inner world and the outer world are united, to a separation and differentiation between the inner and outer worlds with an accompanying sense of life’s duality, and then, at last, to enlightenment— conscious reconciliation of the inner and outer in harmonious wholeness.

  We are witnessing the Fisher King’s development from stage one to stage two. One has no right to talk about the last stage until he has accomplished the second one. One has no right to talk about the oneness of the universe until he is aware of its separateness and duality. We can do all manner of mental acrobatics and talk of the unity of the world; but we have no chance of functioning truly in this manner until we have succeeded in differentiating the inner and outer worlds. We have to leave the Garden of Eden before we can start the journey to the Heavenly Jerusalem. It is ironic that the two are the same place but the journey must be made.

A man’s first step out of the Garden of Eden into the world of duality is his Fisher King wound : the experience of alienation and suffering that ushers him into the beginning of consciousness. The myth tells us that the  Fisher King wound is in the thigh. You may remember the biblical story about Jacob wrestling with the angel, he was wounded in the thigh. A touch of anything transpersonal, an angel or Christ in the guise of a fish leaves the terrible wound that cries incessantly for redemption. 

The wound in the thigh means that the man is wounded in his generative ability, in his capacity for relationship. One version of the story has it that the Fisher King was wounded by an arrow that transfixed both testicles. The arrow could not be pushed through nor could it be withdrawn. Again, the Fisher King is described as being too ill to live but unable to die.

Much of modern literature revolves around the lostness and alienation of the hero. Moreover, we can see this alienation in the countenance of almost everyone we pass on the street—the Fisher King wound is the hallmark of modern man.

I doubt if there is a woman in the world who has not had to mutely stand by as she watched a man agonize over his Fisher King aspect. She may be the one who notices, even before the man himself is aware of it, that there is suffering and a haunting sense of injury and incompleteness in him. A man suffering in this way is often driven to do idiotic things to cure the wound and ease the desperation he feels. Usually he seeks an unconscious solution outside of himself, complaining about his work, his marriage, or his place in the world.

The Fisher King is carried about in his litter, groaning, crying in his suffering. There is no respite for him—except when he is fishing. This is to say that the wound, which represents consciousness, is bearable only when the wounded is doing his inner work, proceeding with the task of consciousness which was inadvertently started with the wound in his youth. This close association with fishing will soon play a large part in our story.

The Fisher King presides over his court in the Grail castle where the Holy Grail, the chalice from the Last Supper, is kept. Mythology teaches us that the king who rules over our innermost court sets the tone and character for that court and thus our whole life. If the king is well, we are well; if things are right inside, they will go well outside. With the wounded Fisher King presiding at the inner court of modern western man we can expect much outward suffering and alienation. And so it is: the kingdom is not flourishing; the crops are poor; maidens are bereaved; children are orphaned. This eloquent language expresses how a wounded archetypal underpinning manifests itself in problems in our external lives.

  THE INNER FOOL

  Every night there is a solemn ceremony in the Grail castle. The Fisher King is lying on his litter enduring his suffering while a procession of profound beauty takes place. A fair maiden brings in the lance which pierced the side of Christ at the crucifixion, another maiden brings the paten which held the bread at the Last Supper, another maiden brings the Grail itself which glows with light from its own  depth. Each person is given wine from the Grail and realizes their deepest wish even before they voice that wish. Each person, that is, except the wounded Fisher King who may not drink from the Grail. This surely is the worst deprivation of all: to be barred from the essence of beauty and holiness when just those qualities are right in front of you is the cruelest of all suffering. All are served except the Grail king. All are conscious that their very center is deprived because their king can not partake of the grail.

I remember a time when beauty was denied me in just this manner. Many years ago I was particularly lonely and at odds with the world during a trip to visit my parents for Christmas. My journey took me through San Francisco and I stopped at my beloved Grace Cathedral. A performance of Handel’s Messiah was scheduled for that evening so I stayed to hear this inspiring work. Nowhere is it better done than in that great building with its fine organ and master choristers. A few minutes into the performance I was so unhappy that I had to leave. It was then that I knew that the pursuit of beauty or happiness was in vain since I could not partake of the beauty even though it was immediately at hand. No worse or frightening pain is possible for us than to realize that our capacity for love or beauty or happiness is limited. No further outward effort is possible if our inward capacity is wounded. This is the Fisher King wound.

  How many times have women said to their men: “Look at all the good things you have; you have the best job you have ever had in your life. Our income is better than ever. We have two cars. We have two and sometimes three day weekends. Why aren’t you happy? The Grail is at hand; why aren’t you happy?”


The man is too inarticulate to reply, “Because I am a Fisher King and am wounded and cannot touch any of this happiness.”

  A true myth teaches us the cure for the dilemma which it portrays. The Grail myth makes a profound statement of the nature of our present day ailment and then prescribes its cure in very strange terms.

 
The court fool (and every good court has its resident fool) had prophesied long ago that the Fisher King would be healed when a wholly innocent fool arrived in the court and asked a specific question. It is a shock to us that a fool should have to answer to our most painful wound but this solution is well known to tradition. Many legends put our cure in the hands of a fool or someone most unlikely to carry healing power.

The myth is telling us that it is the naive part of a man that will heal him and cure his Fisher King wound. It suggests that if a man is to be cured he must find something in himself about the same age and about the same mentality as he was when he was wounded. It also tells us why the Fisher King cannot heal himself, and why, when he goes fishing, his pain is eased though not cured. For a man to be truly healed he must allow something entirely different from himself to enter into his consciousness and change him. He cannot be healed if he remains in the old Fisher King mentality. That is why the young fool part of himself must enter his life if he is to be cured.

In my consulting room a man barks at me when I prescribe something strange or difficult for him: “What do you think I am? A Fool?” And I say, “Well, it would help.” This is humbling medicine to accept.

A man must consent to look to a foolish, innocent, adolescent part of himself for his cure. The inner fool is the only one who can touch his Fisher King wound.



Excerpt from: "He: Understanding Masculine Psychology" by Robert  A. Johnson. Scribd.
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Monday, 31 May 2021

SISTER MOON : I Want to Believe

 “Luther Lee Boggs, 
Clyde Bruckman, 
Gerald Schnauz.. 
I went through those cases 
and that work was 
extremely impressive.”

  


(Cameo) Vanessa Morley: 
When Fox Mulder and Dana Scully first walk back into the F.B.I. offices 
right before they walk into the bullpen, 
a female agent walks by that catches Mulder's attention 
and he watches her walk away. 

The woman is the actress who throughout The X Files (1993) 
played the young Samantha Mulder, 
and is the same Samantha 
in the photo Mulder has taped to the back of his home office door.




 “But I've learned to pretend over the past nine years - to pretend that my victories MATTERED, only to realize that NO-ONE was keeping score.”

— Fox Mulder, 2002,
Post-9/11.
  















GENERAL MARK A. SUVEG: 
This would look bad for the Marines 
if it didn't look worse for The FBI. 
What does Mulder intend to plea?

KERSH shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. 
He doesn't know.

Right up until this very instant —
He did not CARE :
He HATES Fox Mulder, 
and everything that he represents.

But now.....

GENERAL MARK A. SUVEG: 
You wanted a chance to clear up 
this mess, Mr. Kersh, and 
I'm going to give it to you
Give it to the FBI.

KERSH: 
How?

GENERAL MARK A. SUVEG: 
A fair hearing for Your Agent 
by his own Agency. 

Mulder isn’t an FBI Agent anymore —
He’s been Out of The Bureau since shortly after he returned from The Dead.

The Military Doesn’t Care.
The Bush Administration Doesn’t Care.

Blame must be assigned.

And for that to happen, 
The FBI must get out of The Way, 
go along with The Lie and Keep Silent.

9/11.

Your Prosecutor, Your Judges. 
Held in my court.

KERSH: 
That can't be legal. 

KERSH:
Why Do This?


GENERAL MARK A. SUVEG: 
I want a verdict
A guilty verdict. 

This man Mulder has made 
a lot of Enemies. 

He's A Crusader. 
And a lot of people do 
not like The Crusade.

KERSH shakes his head, no.

KERSH
I can't do that.

GENERAL MARK A. SUVEG: 
Oh, you'll do it
Deputy Director. 

You and I both know there are forces 
inside The Government now that 
A Man would be foolish to disobey.

KERSH knows a threat when he hears one.



SCULLY :
You've always said that you 
Want to Believe. 
 
But Believe in WHAT, Mulder? 
 
If this is The Truth that you've been looking for, then 
What is left 
to Believe in?

MULDER: 
I Want to Believe That The Dead Are Not Lost to Us.
 
That They Speak to Us as Part of Something Greater Than Us
Greater Than Any Alien Force. 
 
And if You and I are powerless now, 
I Want to Believe 
That if We LISTEN 
to What is SPEAKING --
 
It can 
Give Us The Power 
to Save Ourselves.

SCULLY :
 Then,
We Believe in The Same Thing.

She reaches down  to the gifted Gold that hangs on a chain around her neck, the same Golden totem that has hung there, 
in plain sight for 9 whole seasons of Network Television without attracting ANY real notice or curious interest —  or not any from Mulder, at least — 
and she gently turns her Cross ever-so slightly, 45-degrees or so from the perpendicular —

It is an X. 
The Unknown and Unquantifiable, Endless-Nameless Mystery



“A lot of people like to 
characterise Grant, as — 
A Space Case.
 
And a NUTTER.
 

 But what a lot of people don’t realise, 
in large-part because They're not listening,
is that he is extremely 
practial and pragmantic.
 
When he talks about his alien abduction, 
when he talks about Magick, it's all about --
 
The Practical Method 
to make Something Happen.
 
In his completely insane and unreasonable way,
he is actually completely reasonable -- 
and pragmatic about these things."
 
-- Warren Ellis.
 



YOUNG GUARDIAN SAAL : 
Ha!
 
It’s good that you were kind to Them.
 
But you turned down Their Offer?
 
 HAL JORDAN,
THE Green Lantern,
Sir Harold of The Emerald Lamp,
Aladdin, a Widow’s Son, The Son of a Tailor,
The New Taylor :
“My Ring’s running on Grail Energy
and I have plans to hitch a ride on some passing comet,
see where The Road takes me.
 
Maybe catch up on some
Unfinished Business.
 
Guardian Saal —
Where Are We Going?
 
….and Why Do I Hear Voices?"
 
 YOUNG GUARDIAN SAAL : 
Only The Voices of Your Fellow Green Lanterns.
Those Who Were Inspired by You.
Those Who Wish to Honour You.
 
Those Who Dream of One Day Surpassing You!”



The Accolytes :
....um?




 

SCENE 5 
SOMERSET, WESTERN VIRGINIA 

5:02 A.M.

The FBI vehicles drive down a snow-laden track. 
Joe is dozing next to Mulder in the back. 
The vehicle goes over a bump and he wakes up.

FATHER JOE: 
Are we getting warm?

WHITNEY: 
You tell us.

Whitney is in the front passenger seat, Drummy is driving.

FATHER JOE: 
I don't know. 
I have a clue where we are.

MULDER: 
That's all right. 
Everybody works differently.

FATHER JOE: 
Who are you - The Good Cop?

MULDER: 
I'm the non-Cop.

He holds out Monica Bannan's FBI photo ID card.

FATHER JOE: 
I don't know this girl. 
This Agent Bannan of yours. 

I haven't a clue of the connection.

MULDER: 
There's always something, 
however small.

FATHER JOE: 
And who made you 
The Expert?

MULDER: 
I once investigated a series of cases involving unexplained phenomena for the FBI.

FATHER JOE: 
So you believe in these sort of things?

MULDER: 
Let's just say 
I want to Believe.

DRUMMY: 
And His Sister was abducted.
By E.T.

FATHER JOE
...Is that True...?

MULDER
It was a long time ago.

FATHER JOE
.....she's dead, isn't she?
Your Sister?

Mulder doesn't answer. 

He takes Monica Bannan's ID and looks at it. 
Whitney glances at him. 

Then Joe leans forward.

FATHER JOE: 
This is where she was taken - Your Agent. 
This is where she was attacked.

MULDER
I want him to see the crime scene.

They pull into a driveway and get out of the cars. 

Joe walks towards the garage 
then stops.

FATHER JOE
No, this isn't right
You've brought me to the wrong house.

Joe walks back down the drive.

MULDER: 
Pulled that right out of his ass.

Drummy walks after Father Joe who has now 
walked onto the road. 

He approaches the house opposite, 
where there is yellow crime scene tape 
around the garage. 

He goes into the garage and looks around. 
Whitney indicates to Drummy to follow him.

WHITNEY: 
There were news crews out here 
covering the scene, 
pictures of the neighborhood — 

He could've recognized it all from TV....

Mulder and Whitney go round the outside of the house.

MULDER: 
Yeah, but, why?

WHITNEY: 
Why?

MULDER: 
Why do it? Why go to such 
great lengths to create such an 
elaborate fiction.

WHITNEY: 
ExpiationForgiveness of His Sins. 
He's written dozens of letters 
to The Vatican pleading 
re-engagement with 
The Church.


MULDER
A rather odd way to impress 
The Holy See.

WHITNEY
The Voice of God Speaking 
through A Man - 

I think that's been 
A Winner a few times.

At the back of the house, 
Father Joe is walking towards The Woods, 
Drummy watching him.

MULDER: 
So you think he's Guilty too, huh?

WHITNEY: 
We HAVE to consider him 
A Suspect —

MULDER: 
But you found no connection 
to The Crime.

WHITNEY: 
Don't think My Guys have stopped looking, 
and they think they're going to find Monica.

MULDER: 
But you don't
or I wouldn't be here.

WHITNEY
Yeah, I'm not the most popular girl 
at the FBI right now for 
calling you in, 
Believe Me.

MULDER
I wasn't exactly Miss Popularity 
at the FBI myself.

WHITNEY
But you've dealt with 
psychics before

Luther Lee Boggs, 
Clyde Bruckman, 
Gerald Schnauz - 

I went through 
those cases and 
that work was 
extremely impressive.

MULDER
Yeah, well. 
I'm only half The Yeam.

WHITNEY
But it's YOUR insights 
I NEED.

They see Father Joe sink to his knees in The Snow. 
They rush over to him.

FATHER JOE: 
She ran away. 
She tried to escape. 

There were two men. 
Well, she couldn't

He pushed her down, 
it was here, 
it was right here, 
and then they put in the back.

WHITNEY: 
Where?!

FATHER JOE: 
In the car - no - it was a truck, 
a truck with something on it.

WHITNEY: 
We have to find her!

FATHER JOE: 
She's in pain
great, great pain.

WHITNEY: 
Tell me where!

FATHER JOE: 
I don't know
I can't see.

WHITNEY: 
We need to find her!

FATHER JOE: 
I can't see.

Drummy doesn't believe this.

DRUMMY: 
Because he's pulling it out of his ass.

If he were
he would be lying better — 
providing more positive and actionable information 
(even if it isn’t True),
and he would never be saying 
I Don’t Know.”

It isn’t bullshit, therefore.

If he were faking it, 
he would want to seem 
as useful and insight 
as possible — he isn’t.

This is largely unhelpful :
Except for the fact that 
she is in Great Pain.

But that does not help 
in finding her...

He walks off. 
Mulder and Whitney look down at Joe who is weeping. 
They blood spots on The Snow.

MULDER: 
Father Joe?

Father Joe lifts up his head. 
The blood is coming from his eyes.

At the hospital, Scully goes into the children's ward and up to Christian who is lying in bed.

SCULLY: 
Hi, Christian. 
You're looking very bright-eyed this morning.

CHRISTIAN
I was thinking.

SCULLY
Yeah? What were you thinking?

CHRISTIAN
How I'm going to get out of here.

SCULLY
Well, you know, 
I'm thinking exactly the same thing.

CHRISTIAN: 
Can I get out of here soon?

SCULLY: 
What's wrong? 
Has something scared you?

CHRISTIAN
The Way The Man 
is looking at me.

SCULLY
What man?

Christian indicates a man standing in the corridor.

SCULLY: 
Don't be afraid.

Scully walks down the corridor to The Man, Father Ybarra
who is looking through a folder.

SCULLY: 
I was just looking for those.

FATHER YBARRA: 
I wanted to go over them myself 
and the results of the 
new tests that you ordered.

SCULLY
That isn't really your purview, Father. 
It's his primary physician's.

FATHER YBARRA
It is in my purview, to make sure 
that all my physicians are making 
The Right Choices for their patients 
and for The Hospital.

SCULLY: 
Can I have the test results, please?

He hands them to her.

FATHER YBARRA: 
We are here to Heal The Sick
not prolong the ordeal 
of The Dying. 

There are other
better facilities for The Boy.

 




DRUMMY: 
Dana Scully? 

Dr. Scully, 
I'm looking for Fox Mulder.

SCULLY: 
Excuse me.

Scully walks over to him.

DRUMMY: 
Special Agent Drummy 
with the FBI.

SCULLY: 
I can guess who you're with.

DRUMMY: 
The FBI urgently needs to speak with Fox Mulder.

SCULLY: 
I don't work with Fox Mulder any longer. 
I don't work with the FBI.

DRUMMY: 
Well, if you could contact him, 
it might just Save The Life 
of an FBI Agent.

Later, Scully drives down a country road and turns into a lane blocked by a metal gate. 
She opens this and continues driving up the long track to a house. 
She enters the house, into a cluttered living room. 
She undoes her coat, then goes into another room which has press cuttings all over the walls. 
Mulder is sat at a desk with his back to her.

MULDER: 
What's up, Doc?

SCULLY: 
You've become awfully trusting Mulder, 
for a man wanted by the FBI.

MULDER
Eyes in the back of my head, Scully. 
"Auf einer Wellenlänge",
 as The Germans say. 

It's a precognitive state often confused with simple human intuition, 
in which the brain perceives 
The Deep Logic underlying transitory Human Existence, 
unaided by The Conscious Mind, 
materializing much as you did just now. 

Though if you'd actually materialized, 
you'd be rapidly de-materializing. 

But Who Believes 
that crap anymore?

Mulder has been cutting out another newspaper article. 

Then he stands and faces her, smiling.

He's dressed in casual clothes, and has a beard.

SCULLY: 
Well, they do at the FBI apparently. 

I had a visitor today, Mulder. 

The FBI want your help finding a missing agent.

Mulder pins the newspaper article, "Princeton closes ESP lab after 40 years of paranormal study" on the board next to his I Want To Believe poster.

MULDER: 
Well, I hope you told them go screw themselves.

SCULLY: 
They say all is forgiven. 
That they'll drop all charges against you if you come in 
and help them solve this case.

MULDER: 
The FBI will forgive me
They put me on trial on bogus charges 
and tried to discredit a decade of my work, 
they should be asking me for my forgiveness, Scully.

SCULLY: 
I think they are
Desperately.

MULDER:
How can I possibly help these people?

Mulder sits down.

SCULLY: 
Someone's come forward with some promising evidence.

A psychic, he claims.

MULDER
It's A Trick, Scully, 
to smoke me out.

SCULLY
Mulder, if the FBI wanted to get you,
I have no doubt that they could

I think they've just been happy 
to have you out of their hair.

MULDER
Oh good, because I am just as happy, 
having them out of mine.

SCULLY
A Young Agent's Life is at stake. 

Mulder, I know 
I don't have to say this, 
but it could have been you once, or me. 

You know, The Truth is, 
I worry about you, 
and the effects of long-term isolation.

Mulder chuckles.

MULDER: 
I'm fine, here — 
Happy as a clam.

Mulder eats a sunflower seed. 
Scully looks up at the ceiling which has many pencils embedded in it.

SCULLY
I'll Tell Them Your Answer.

She leaves the room. 

Mulder looks at the closed door 
on which there are many press cuttings, 
plus a photograph of young Samantha — 

Looking at him.

MULDER
Shit.

He opens the door.

MULDER: 
Okay, I'll go. 
Under one condition.

Scully sighs. 

A helicopter. 
Mulder holds open the door for Scully. 
After they are both seated inside, 
the helicopter takes off.






SCENE 23
TEXAS-NEW MEXICO BORDER
5:07 AM


The SUV driven by MULDER makes it was down the road. 
It pulls off to the side.

MULDER cuts the engine, leans toward SCULLY who is sleeping and gently kisses her cheek. He gets out of the car.)

MULDER unzips his pants and relieves himself, when ...

FROHIKE'S GHOST :
 
Hey, hot shot! 
You might have the common courtesy 
of doing Your Business there downwind.

MULDER: 
Oh, boy.

LANGLY
'S GHOST: 
Why don't you just finish draining 
the little lizard 
and then we'll talk?

BYER
'S GHOST: 
We're very worried about you.

FROHIKE
'S GHOST: 
It's craziness, man. Turn around.

LANGLEY
'S GHOST:
Just hang a big U-ie and never look back.

MULDER: 
can't.

BYER
'S GHOST: 
Why risk Perfect Happiness, Mulder? 
Why risk your lives?

MULDER: 
Because I need to 
Know The Truth.

BYER
'S GHOST: 
You already know The Truth.

MULDER thinks about that one for a moment. 
When he responds, its with complete honesty 
at what he's really doing there.

MULDER: 
need to know if I can change it.

LANGLY
'S GHOST: 
Change it?

FROHIKE
'S GHOST: 
For crying out loud --
All you're going to do is
 get yourself killed.

From behind him, 
SCULLY 
got out of the car to look 
for MULDER.

SCULLY: 
Mulder! What are you doing?

MULDER: 
I'll be right with you, Scully.

They both get back into the car.