The Royal House of Skywalker

[Darth Vader has just cut off Luke's right hand, which has his lightsaber]

LUKE SKYWALKER,
The Shamanic Hero:
OW!!!

I have now sacrificed a limb/eye (Needlessly/Willingly) -
 This means The Shaman is about to learn something
Some Real NextLevel Shit.

DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father:

 There is No Escape! 

Don't Make Me Destroy You. 

Classic Narcissist - 
"You're Making Me Kill You."
"Why are You Hurting Yourself..?"

Luke, you do not yet realize your importance. 

True Statement.

You've only begun to discover your power! 

 True Statement.

Join me, and I will complete your training! 

"Clearly, only I can teach you anything useful or valuable in your Chosen Career, the Career I have Chosen for You."

With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict, and bring order to The Galaxy.

 Except that he is  The Disorder which still remains the minority voice in The World / Galaxy - he's one of The Leaders of It.

So, What's in it for him..?


 But this is important :

Vader Doesn't Know That He is Stronger Than The Emperor

( The Emperor Does, Because He Tells Yoda That He Will Be, to Taunt Him. )

And until he knew His Son (The Future) was, in-fact, alive -

It Has Never Even Occurred to Him to Overthrow The Emperor.

Not Since The Last Conversation He Had w. His Wife, almost 20 years ago...

LUKE SKYWALKER,
The Shamanic Hero:
[struggling] 
I'll never join you!

I will become a Monk.
 

DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father:

If only you knew the power of the Dark Side. 

Obi-Wan never told you what happened to Your Father.

LUKE SKYWALKER,
The Shamanic Hero:
He told me enough! 

"...all I (thought I) needed to know."

He told me you killed him!

..from a certain point of view.
Which some certain hypocritical Secondary Father of Mine chose to invest my beliefs in 
(for his own self-serving ends)

DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father:

No. I am Your Father.

Vader never lies to him.
Obi-Wan (The Secondary Father) Lies to him constantly.
As All Jedi Do.

LUKE SKYWALKER,
The Shamanic Hero:
[shocked] 
No. No! That's not true! 

Yes, it's True - This Man Has No Dick.

That's impossible!

No it isn't.
He Sired You Before He Lost It.

DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father:

Search your feelings; you know it to be True!

LUKE SKYWALKER,
The Shamanic Hero:
NOOOOOOO! 
NOOOOOOOO!!!

DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father: 

Luke, you can destroy The Emperor. 

No, He Can't.  

Not as such.

But he can inspire The One Who Can Destroy The Emperor 

He has foreseen this. 

It's a Cassandra Prophecy.

Just like everything Snoke sees -

100% Truth, completely misinterpreted. 

It is your destiny! 

Join me, and together, we can rule the galaxy as Father and Son! 

That isn't how it works - it never works that way.

That ambitious arrogance will destroy an Empire,

and many Great Kingdoms besides.

See King Henry II, Richard I and King John.

The Ruling House of Hanover

Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover : 
 
"I was told that, in England, always The Prince hates The King."

 

George, Prince of Wales,

Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,

Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg

Duke of Rothsay,

Duke of Cornwall:  

Is that why he's mad? 

Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover : 

If he's mad, you've made him so by your idleness. 

George, Prince of Wales,

Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,

Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg

Duke of Rothsay,

Duke of Cornwall: 

If I'm idle, it's because the King gives me nothing to do. 

Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover : 

Do? Do what I do. I support him. 

I have of his children. 

George, Prince of Wales,

Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,

Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg

Duke of Rothsay,

Duke of Cornwall: 

Be grateful to me for giving you a breathing space... no, a breeding space. 

 I'm sorry. That really is awfully funny. 

Ha ha ha ha! 

Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover : 

George. No, George, please. 

George, Prince of Wales,

Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,

Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg

Duke of Rothsay,

Duke of Cornwall :
 

Ahem. 

Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover :

Please let me stay with him. 

Please. 

George, Prince of Wales,

Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,

Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg

Duke of Rothsay,

Duke of Cornwall:  

No, madam. 

Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover :

 On what authority? 

George, Prince of Wales,

Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,

Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg

Duke of Rothsay,

Duke of Cornwall :
 

Medical authority, ma'am.

On the authority of a Son, who cares for his sick Father. 

Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover :

But I'm his wife. 

Don't I care for him, too? 

George, Prince of Wales,

Prince of Great Britain and Ireland,

Electoral Prince of Brunswick-Luneberg

Duke of Rothsay,

Duke of Cornwall :
  

Possibly, madam. 

 But in his current frame of mind, I'm afraid,
 
His Majesty does not seem to care for you. 

Queen Charlotte of Meckleburg-Strelitz,
Queen Consort of Great Britain and Ireland,
Electress Consort of Hanover : 

No! 

DARTH VADER, 
The Ultimate Father:

Come with me. 
It is the only way. 

Clearly Not.

[Luke lets go of the projection and falls into the shaft]

"I renounce My Birthright and Shall Become a Monk."

DARTH VADER,

The Ultimate Father : 

One day, lad, all this will be yours!

LUKE SKYWALKER

The Shamanic Hero 

(He Sings) : 

What, the curtains?

DARTH VADER,

The Ultimate Father :

No. Not the curtains, lad. 

All that you can see, stretched out over the hills and valleys of this land! 

This'll be your Kingdom, lad.

HERBERT: 

But Mother--

DARTH VADER,

The Ultimate Father :

Father, lad. Father.

HERBERT: 

B-- b-- but Father, I don't want any of that.

FATHER: 

Listen, lad. I built this kingdom up from nothing. When I started here, all there was was swamp. Other kings said I was daft to build a castle on a swamp, but I built it all the same, just to show 'em. It sank into the swamp. So, I built a second one. That sank into the swamp. So, I built a third one. That burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp, but the fourth one... stayed up! And that's what you're gonna get, lad: the strongest castle in these islands.

HERBERT: 

But I don't want any of that. I'd rather--

FATHER: 

Rather what?!

HERBERT: 

I'd rather...

[music]

...just... sing!

FATHER: 

Stop that! Stop that! 

You're not going into a song while I'm here. 

Now listen, lad. 

In twenty minutes, you're getting married to a girl whose father owns the biggest tracts of open land in Britain.

HERBERT: 

B-- but I don't want land.

FATHER: 

Listen, Alice,--

HERBERT: 

Herbert.

FATHER: 

'Erbert. We live in a bloody swamp. We need all the land we can get.

HERBERT: 

But-- but I don't like her.

FATHER: 

Don't like her?! What's wrong with her?! She's beautiful. She's rich. She's got huge... tracts o' land!

HERBERT: 

I know, but I want the-- the girl that I marry to have...

[music]

...a certain,... special... something!

FATHER: 

Cut that out! Cut that out! Look, you're marrying Princess Lucky, so you'd better get used to the idea!

[smack]

Guards! Make sure the Prince doesn't leave this room until I come and get him.

Hero

It seems to me clear that Thor was not a god at all but a hero. 

Nothing resembling a religion would picture anybodying resembling a god as groping like a pigmy in a great cavern, that turned out to be the glove of a giant. 

That is the glorious ignorance called adventure. 

Thor may have been a great adventurer; but to call him a god is like trying to compare Jehovah with Jack and the Beanstalk.

G.K. Chesterton, in The Everlasting Man (1925), Ch. 5

The Trickster Always Precedes The Savior

You were a Schemer -

You had Plans....

You just tempted The Fates, is all...

See Ya Around, Kid...

What Do YOU Deserve..?

It's Not About 'Deserve' -

It's About What You Believe.

And I Believe in Love.

The Trickster always preceeds The Saviour.

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. 

HE PUSHED HIS LUCK

&

TEMPTED THE FATES

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 . . .

GRACE

FOOLISH OPTIMISM

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.

DO NOT WAVE AT ANYBODY.

Landing

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.

I Know Who You Are

See, if You Have The Truth, You Can Do This -

See, if You Have The Truth, You Can Do This - 

Otherwise, I'd Be a F**king Nut.

Write Yourself into History with Ink of Fire!

Enter The KING

WESTMORELAND

O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

KING HENRY V

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin:
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Re-enter SALISBURY

SALISBURY

My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:
The French are bravely in their battles set,
And will with all expedience charge on us.

KING HENRY V

All things are ready, if our minds be so.

WESTMORELAND

Perish the man whose mind is backward now!

KING HENRY V

Thou dost not wish more help from England, coz?

WESTMORELAND

God's will! my liege, would you and I alone,
Without more help, could fight this royal battle!

KING HENRY V

Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men;
Which likes me better than to wish us one.
You know your places: God be with you all!
Tucket. Enter MONTJOY

MONTJOY

Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy most assured overthrow:
For certainly thou art so near the gulf,
Thou needs must be englutted. Besides, in mercy,
The constable desires thee thou wilt mind
Thy followers of repentance; that their souls
May make a peaceful and a sweet retire
From off these fields, where, wretches, their poor bodies
Must lie and fester.

KING HENRY V

Who hath sent thee now?

MONTJOY

The Constable of France.

KING HENRY V

I pray thee, bear my former answer back:
Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones.
Good God! why should they mock poor fellows thus?
The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.
A many of our bodies shall no doubt
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust,
Shall witness live in brass of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills,
They shall be famed; for there the sun shall greet them,
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven;
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,
The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France.
Mark then abounding valour in our English,
That being dead, like to the bullet's grazing,
Break out into a second course of mischief,
Killing in relapse of mortality.
Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
We are but warriors for the working-day;
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch'd
With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host--
Good argument, I hope, we will not fly--
And time hath worn us into slovenry:
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;
And my poor soldiers tell me, yet ere night
They'll be in fresher robes, or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads
And turn them out of service. If they do this,--
As, if God please, they shall,--my ransom then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald:
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;
Which if they have as I will leave 'em them,
Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

MONTJOY

I shall, King Harry. And so fare thee well:
Thou never shalt hear herald any more.
Exit

KING HENRY V

I fear thou'lt once more come again for ransom.
Enter YORK

YORK

My lord, most humbly on my knee I beg
The leading of the vaward.

KING HENRY V

Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away:
And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day!

Exeunt