Showing posts with label Princess Leia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Princess Leia. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 February 2019

So, Why IS She a Princess, Exactly...?


Luke wanders back to where his ship is sitting. Artoo beeps a greeting, 
but is ignored by his depressed master. Luke kneels down, begins to 
help Artoo with the ship, then stops and shakes his head dejectedly.

I can't do it, Artoo. I can't go on alone.

Yoda will always be with you.

Luke looks up to see the shimmering image of BEN KENOBI.

Obi-Wan! Why didn't you tell me?

The ghost of Ben Kenobi approaches him through the swamp.

You told me Vader betrayed and murdered my father.

You father was seduced by the dark side of the Force. He ceased to be 
Anakin Skywalker and became Darth Vader. When that happened, the good man who was your 
father was destroyed. So what I have told you was true... from a 
certain point of view.

LUKE  (turning away, derisive)
A certain point of view!

Luke, you're going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend 
greatly on our own point of view.

Luke is unresponsive. Ben studies him in silence for a moment.

I don't blame you for being angry. If I was wrong in what I did, it 
certainly wouldn't have been for the first time. You see, what happened 
to your father was my fault.

Ben pauses sadly.

Anakin was a good friend.

Luke turns with interest at this. As Ben speaks, Luke settles on a 
stump, mesmerized. Artoo comes over to offer his comforting presence.

When I first knew him, your father was already a great pilot. But I was 
amazed how strongly the Force was with him. I took it upon myself to 
train him as a Jedi. I thought that I could instruct him just as well 
as Yoda. I was wrong. My pride has had terrible consequences for the 

Luke is entranced.

There's still good in him.

I also thought he could be turned back to the good side. It couldn't be 
done. He is more machine now than man. Twisted and evil.

I can't do it, Ben.

You cannot escape your destiny.

I tried to stop him once. I couldn't do it.

Vader humbled you when first you met him, Luke... but that experience 
was part of your training. It taught you, among other things, the value 
of patience. Had you not been so impatient to defeat Vader then, you 
could have finished your training here with Yoda. You would have been 

But I had to help my friends.

BEN  (grinning at Luke's indignation)
And did you help them? It was they who had to save you. You achieved 
little by rushing back prematurely, I fear.

LUKE  (with sadness)
I found out Darth Vader was my father.

To be a Jedi, Luke, you must confront and then go beyond the dark side 
- the side your father couldn't get past. Impatience is the easiest 
door - for you, like your father. Only, your father was seduced by what 
he found on the other side of the door, and you have held firm. You're 
no longer so reckless now, Luke. You are strong and patient. And now, 
you must face Darth Vader again!

I can't kill my own father.

Then the Emperor has already won. You were our only hope.

Yoda spoke of another.

The other he spoke of is your twin sister.

But I have no sister.


To protect you both from the Emperor, you were hidden from your 
father when you were born. The Emperor knew, as I did, if Anakin were 
to have any offspring, they would be a threat to him. That is the 
reason why your sister remains safely anonymous.

Leia! Leia's my sister.

Your insight serves you well. Bury your feelings deep down, Luke. They 
do you credit.
But they could be made to serve the Emperor.

Luke looks into the distance, trying to comprehend all this.

BEN  (continuing his narrative)
When your father left, he didn't know your mother was pregnant [with twins]. Your 
mother and I knew he would find out eventually, but we wanted to keep 
you both as safe as possible, for as long as possible.  So I took you 
to live with [Anakin's estranged Step-]brother Owen on Tatooine... and your mother took Leia 
to live as the daughter of Senator Organa, on Alderaan.

Luke turns, and settles near Ben to hear the tale.

BEN  (attempting to give solace with his words)
The Organa household was high-born and politically quite powerful in 
that system. Leia became a princess by virtue of lineage... no one knew 
she'd been adopted, of course. But it was a title without real power, 
since Alderaan had long been a democracy. 
Even so, the family continued to be politically powerful, and Leia, following in her foster 
father's path, became a senator as well.  That's not all she became, of 
course... she became the leader of her cell in the Alliance against the 
corrupt Empire. And because she had diplomatic immunity, she was a 
vital link for getting information to the Rebel cause.  That's what she 
was doing when her path crossed yours... for her foster parents had 
always told her to contact me on Tatooine, if her troubles became 

Luke is overwhelmed by the truth, and is suddenly protective of his 

But you can't let her get involved now, Ben. Vader will destroy her.

She hasn't been trained in the ways of the Jedi the way you have, 
Luke... but the Force is strong with her, as it is with all of your 
family. There is no avoiding the battle. You must face and destroy 

Master Luke, People Will Scrap You,
Violate Your Mind and Enslave You.
Every one of them’s Bad — You were right, R2.

Monday, 3 September 2018

The Quantum Last Jedi

" I'll always be with You.
Just like Our Father.

See you around, Han."

"He's doing this for a reason.
He's stalling so we can escape.
It is one man against an army.
We have to help him, we have to fight."

"No, no. We are The Spark 
That Will light The Fire 
That Will be kept burning all Year Round,
That sits in The Hearth
That is in The Centre of The House 
That Leia, The Princess Built
- Will Build -
That Leia, The Queen will fuel and tend,
That Rey, The Hidden Dark Princess will inherit,
That Occupies the Centre of The House That Luke Built,
To finish what His Father had started before Luke and Leia were even born
That will burn The First Order down  -

The Royal House of Skywalker.
Skywalker's doing this so we can survive.

Sunday, 12 August 2018

Daedalus + Icarus

The Most Fundamental Meaning to 
Daedalus + Icarus 
is this:

He was willing to Sacrifice his son (i.e. The Future), in order to become FREE.

There is an art to flying, or rather a knack. 

The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. ... Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, that presents the difficulties.

" Darth Vader is The Ultimate Father - that is why He is MORE Powerful than Luke. "

- George Lucas

Luke Skywalker has no son - he sacrificed his birthright to Fatherhood in exchange for True Wisdom.

"What is it that You Think You Know
That I Know-Not..?"

Email to the Universe

"Dreams of flying appeared in the collective unconscious before the reality of flight existed in technology, and I suspect that 

if we understood our dreams better we would use our technology more wisely . . .

I suggest that we contemplate what our children look at every Saturday morning on TV.

 One of the most popular jokes in animated cartoons shows the protagonist walking off a cliff, 
without noticing what he has done. 

Sublimely ignorant, he continues to walk - on air - until he notices that he has been doing the "impossible," and then he falls . . .

Daedalus who, imprisoned in a labyrinth (conventional "reality"), invented wings and flew away, over the heads of his persecutors; and Icarus, the of Daedalus, who flew too close to the Sun Absolute and fell back to Earth. 


Like Porky Pig walking off a cliff, Icarus' fall contains a symbolism many have encountered in their own dreams . . .

Daedalus means "artist" in Greek . . . 
Daedalus, inventor of wings that took him from Earth to Outer Space - 

Why does he represent Art, instead of Science? . . .

The genius of an artist, Aristotle says, lies in his texne, the root from which we get our word "technology"; but texne basically means skill or craft, or the ability to
make things that never existed before. 

Negative entropy
i.e., information . . .



The Muse-ician and The Architect
The Poet and The Physicist --

 all inventors of new realities 

-- all such Creators may be best considered late evolutionary developments of the type that first appears as 
The Shaman. 

Please remember that shamans in most cultures are known as 

"They Who Walk in The Sky,

just like our current shaman-hero, 

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo (for example) isn't ANY of those things - 
He's a Pirate King
a Plunderer.

Leia is The Hearth.

But I can't believe She was so foolish to think that She could send Her Son away, and for any good to come of it....

Yes I Can, though.

The ironies of Swift and Aristophanes, and the myths of the fall of Icarus and Donald Duck, indicate that 

Your Point Being...
The Collective Unconscious contains a force opposed to our Dreams of Flight

This appears inevitable . . .

But what if we begin to regrow healthy organs of Poetic Imagination and flight

What if we 
"put on wings and arouse the coiled splendor within," 
as Liber Al urges? . . .

Joyce did not name his emblematic Artist merely 
Daedalus, but Stephen Daedalus 
-- after St. Stephen the Protomartyr
who reported a Vision and was stoned to death for it . . .

Those of us who have no avocation for martyrdom must learn, when we realize how much neophobia remains built into the contraptions of "society" and "the State," the art of surviving in spite of them. 

"Even Back When You Had Two Eyes..."

In a word, we must 
"get wise" 
in both the Socratic meaning of the phrase and in the most hardboiled street meaning. 

Neophobia functions as an Evolutionary Driver, 
forcing The Neophiliac to get very smart very fast."

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy states: "There is an art to flying, or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. ... Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, that presents the difficulties."

You must learn how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day and try it. The first part is easy. All it requires is the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight and the willingness not to mind that it's going to hurt. That is, it's going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground. If you are really trying properly, the likelyhood is that you will fail to miss the ground fairly hard.

Clearly, it is the second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.

One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else then you're halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.

It is notoriously difficult to prise your attention away from these three things during the split second you have at your disposal. Hence most people's failure, and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.

If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination), or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above the ground in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.

This is the moment for superb and delicate concentration.

Bob and float. Float and bob.

Ignore all considerations of your own weight and simply let yourself waft higher.

Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful.

They are most likely to say something along the lines of "Good God, man, you can't possibly be flying!" It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.

Waft higher and higher. Try a few swoops, gentle ones at first, then drift above the treetops, breathing regularly.



With more experience, you will learn how to land properly, which is something you will almost certainly screw up, and screw up badly, on your first attempt.

Flight School

There are private flying clubs you can join which help you with the all important moment of distraction. They hire people with surprising bodies or opinions to leap out from behind bushes and exhibit and/or explain them at the critical moments. Few genuine hitchhikers will be able to afford to join these clubs, but some may be able to get temporary employment at them.