Hermes Runs the Game
Myth, Sacrifice and Initiation In-Forming the Events of 2020-2023
Mercury, Evelyn de Morgan, 1870-73
Retroduction to Hermes
As I wrap up this book, which I thought would be a mere couple of months refashioning some web posts from our publishing venture, Logosophia Books, and now extended to three years, it might be nice to put some excerpts up on a Substack, for the many who have encouraged this writing, and still are kind enough to ask how it is going.
The book views the covid horror-op era that has altered all of us and our experience of life, through the lens of the archaic Greek sacrifice, only fully inverted. To understand this, what sacrifice really is, and what it has transmuted into, widens our lens to glean the movement of history, and the juncture of to be or not to be human we currently straddle. And have always straddled.
The book is gorgeously illustrated. Two from the inimitable Evelyn de Morgan are reproduced here.
Where it begins:
Hermes Runs the Game emerges from a series of blogs on our Logosophia Books website, called The Geminid Reality, which actually was the original title of this book. These blogs began to look at the lockdown events post-March 11th 2020 as an inverted ritual of some sort: that day—the ninth anniversary of the Fukishima meltdown—the World Health Organization declared an official pandemic; and, eyebrow-raising, the first cases of an actual deadly flu pandemic were reported on that same date in the US in 1918. The blogs were focused, as you might expect from the title, on a dual aspect informing so many of the inexplicable false flag and hybrid events we all have lived through, especially since the major ff event on 11 September 2001. There is a chapter at the end of this book that looks at the epistemological underpinnings of what made that ‘spell’ possible. The fact that 3-11 and 9-11 are exactly six months apart, antipodal points of the year, seems too obvious to be non-intentional.
My particular contribution has to do with unpacking the false dichotomy always being presented to us, for example, republican-democrat, conservative-liberal, creationism-big bang, choice-murder, fascism-communism, good-evil, and on, especially in terms of our embedded ancient Greek origins. Countless others have understood this.
The reaction to these blog posts was overwhelming favorable, but the derogatory ones were heartbreakingly sad, especially as they came from those who were previously considered by the author peers or colleagues or friends. Although this is nothing compared to the vitriol endured by any public figure speaking out against the technocratic medical control agenda, or those who have lost beloved ones to the dis-human cult bankrolling it, or those enduring inhuman isolation in prison for daring to question the authoritarian narrative: being accused of murdering grandmothers and children is never fun. And that was just by refusing to wear a mask. Sometimes I wish I could be that dangerous. Being labelled a ‘conspiracy theorist’ (as Gore Vidal said: “No. I am a conspiracy observer’) or paranoid would hurt if it wasn’t so puerile. And indicative of post-vax mental depth. Yet all we and many others said three years ago has proven out to be unassailably true. And as you may have noticed, there have been no apologies.
When we need to comprehend what stands-under the city of decaying presuppositions we inhabit, we have to go back to the West’s particular inception with the Greeks. Mercury is the presiding deity of dual Gemini, and Hermes is the earlier form of he who becomes Mercury in Rome. It was clear that Hermes as the trickster, psychopomp, and arbiter of travel, borders, technology and communication wove his way into the fabric of our being in some grand way. It is said in many ancient texts that if your turn towards the divine, the divine turns towards you. The minute I focused upon Hermes there was granted a ‘packed thought form’, a numinous flash of understanding the unraveling of which is this book. In it I strive to cohere to Aletheia, the Greek embodiment and goddess of truth (the Roman version is Veritas), and to not drink from lethe, the lake of forgetfulness or oblivion, force-fed us at not only every incarnation, but at every fetid media shallow well. Aletheia as ‘uncovering’ operates the same as apocalypsis, ‘unveiling’, and certainly we are experiencing what apocalypse really looks like.
Hermes Runs the Game takes its name from the 1965 folk classic “Blues Runs the Game” written by Jackson C. Frank. The eponymous album was his only recording, and the song emerged from a sad life. Frank’s original holds up, with favorite covers recorded by Sandy Denny, Bert Jansch, Nick Drake and Laura Marling. In the song there is no escape from the blues, either through travel, drink, even relationships. The blues can be seen as a corollary of Buddhism’s First Noble Truth, dukha satya (literally “the reality of suffering”), or via Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras, sarvam dukham, “all is suffering”. Everything gives you the blues. Unless you are wed to the moment, and unattached to the outcomes of karmic momentum.
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Cassandra, Evelyn De Morgan, 1898
Closing with a quote from Martin Prechtel, what his 90+ year old Guatemalan shaman teacher Chiv told him after his initiation:
“Now that you are one of us, you will always feel lonely, and betrayed by what humans value, but loved by the echoing Holies. Get used to it.”
More anon . . .
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