It Has Often Been Said That All Comedy is Rooted in Fear –
– The Things That Make Us Laugh are VERY Closely to The Things Frighten Us
Godmother :
Sorry, but whoever had a miscarriage, could you take it to the kitchen, please?
Claire :
No! Don't follow me, Jake.
Oh, and this is over.
You're leaving me.
Martin The Hobgoblin :
No, no, no.
Claire :
Yes!
Martin The Hobgoblin :
Are you drunk?
Claire :
Yes.
Are you sober?
Martin The Hobgoblin :
A bit.
Could you just fuck off?
Fleabag :
Oh, absolutely not!
Martin The Hobgoblin :
Okay, no, no.
Fleabag :
I'm staying right here.
Claire :
[EXHALES.]
I want you to leave me.
Martin The Hobgoblin :
Listen to me, I just, I have I think
Fleabag’s Emotional Support Inner-Monologue:
( he has a little speech. )
Martin The Hobgoblin :
I have a little speech that's building here.
Now, I know you look at me and you see a bad man with a big beard.
Claire :
You are an alcoholic and you tried it on with my sister.
Martin The Hobgoblin :
Fine.
I tried to kiss your sister on her birthday.
Claire :
My birthday!
Martin The Hobgoblin :
Fine!
I mix up birthdays and I have an alcohol problem, just like everyone else in this fucking country.
But I am here and I do things.
I pick up Jake up from shit,
I make dessert for Easter,
I organise the downstairs toilet,
I fired the humming cleaner.
Claire :
You enjoyed that.
Martin The Hobgoblin :
I hoover the car.
I put up all your certificates
and
I don't make you feel guilty for not having sex with me.
I am not a bad guy!
I just have a bad personality, it's not my fault.
Some people are born with fucked personalities.
Look at Jake.
He is so creepy, it's not his fault!
Why the bassoon!?
You want to know what the bassoon is!?
It's a cry for help!
The main fucking problem here is that you don't like me.
And that has been breaking my fucking heart for 11 years.
I love you.
I make you laugh.
I'm a douche, but I make you laugh.
You said that that was the most important thing!
I think the thing that you hate the most about yourself is that you actually love me.
So, I am not going to leave you, until you are down on your knees begging me.
Claire :
Please, leave me.
Martin The Hobgoblin :
Oh, man.
I didn't think you'd do that in that dress.
Right.
Well I guess the only thing left for me to say is —
Fuck You.
Fleabag :
Fuck You.
“Asking someone to mentor you, as I have said, is a simultaneous acknowledgement of vulnerability and admiration, and even in the most secular and occidental context bears a trace of Yogananda’s euphoric sincerity.
No one wants to be rejected by someone they admire and who knows they’re vulnerable.
But after my holiday my old method of redemption through love was still giving me a good battering.
If you’d asked me at the time what the problem was, I would have instantly blamed the woman I was going out with.
Now I know the problem was my unreasonable, unconscious requirements.
I asked Jimmy for help, he agreed to help me.
I told him about the melee that was my relationship and he was always able to ‘hold it’.
Meaning that my problems never fazed him – the last thing you need when opening up your heart is for the person you’ve appointed to blanch or gag.
He pointedly never offers unsolicited advice, instead meeting my enquiries with his own experience.
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When we are doing the will of our True Self, we are inevitably doing the Will of the Universe. In Magic these are seen as indistinguishable; that Every human soul is in fact One human soul. It is the soul of the Universe itself, and as long as you are doing the Will of the Universe, then it is impossible to do anything wrong.
The one place in which Gods and Demons inarguably exist is in the human mind, where they are real in all their grandeur and monstrosity. Much of magic, as I understand it in the Western occult tradition, is a search for the Self, with a capital ‘S’. This is understood as being the ‘Great Work’, as being the Gold the Alchemists sought, as being the Will, the Soul, the thing that we have inside us that is behind the intellect, the body, the dreams. The “inner dynamo of us” if you like.
Now this is the Single. Most. Important. Thing. that we can ever attain, the knowledge of our own Self. And yet, there are a frightening amount of people who seem to have the urge to, not just IGNORE the self, but actually seem to have the urge to OBLITERATE themselves.
This is horrific… but you can almost understand the desire to simply “wipe out” that awareness, because it’s too much of a responsibility to actually POSSESS such a thing as a “soul”.
Such a precious thing. ‘What if you break it? What if you lose it?’
Mightn’t it be best to anaesthetize it, to deaden it, to destroy it, to not have to live with the pain of struggling towards it and trying to keep it pure.
I think that the way that people immerse themselves in alcohol, in drugs, in television, in any of the addictions that our culture throws up, can be seen as a deliberate attempt to destroy any connection between themselves and the responsibility of accepting and owning a higher Self, and then having to maintain it.
I’ve been looking at the history of magical thinking, and where it starts to go wrong. And, for my money, where it starts to go wrong is “monotheism”. I mean, if you look at the history of magic, you’ve got its origins in the caves, you’ve got its origins in shamanism, in animism, in a belief that everything around you (every tree, every rock, every animal) was inhabited by some sort of ‘essence’, some sort of spirit, that could perhaps be communicated with. You would have had some central shaman or visionary who would have been responsible for channeling ideas that were useful for survival. By the time you have reached the classical civilizations, you can see that this has formalized to a degree. The shaman was acting purely as an intermediary between the spirits and the people. He was, in his position in the village or community, I should imagine very much like a spiritual plumber. The people in the group would have had their own roles.. The person who was best at hunting would’ve been a hunter. The person who was best at talking to the spirits, perhaps because he or she was a bit crazy, a bit detached from our normal, material world, then they would have been the Shaman. They would not have been the masters of a ‘sacred craft’. They would have simply been dispensing their information throughout the community because it was believed to be helpful to the community.
When you get the actual classical cultures emerging, this has been formalized so that you’ve now got pantheons of gods, and each of those gods have a priest caste, that will act (to a certain degree) as intermediaries, who will instruct you in the worship of that god. So the relationship between ‘humans and their gods’, which could be seen a relationship between ‘humans & their highest Selves’, that was still a very direct one… When Christianity & monotheism comes in, then all of a sudden you’ve got a priest caste moving between the worshipper and the object of worship. You’ve got a priest caste becoming a kind of ‘spiritual middle management’ between humanity and the divine within itself that it is seeking. You no longer have a direct relationship with the godhead. The Priests don’t really necessarily have a direct relationship with the godhead. They’ve just got a book that tells you about some people who lived a long time ago who DID have a direct relationship with the godhead… and that’s alright. “You don’t need to have miraculous visions. You don’t need to have gods talking to you. In fact if you do have any of that stuff, you’re probably insane.” In the modern world, that stuff doesn’t happen. The only people who are allowed to talk to gods, and in a very kind of one-sided way, are priests…