A Road and A River in Metro Manila

So, I want to write about a special river in the city through which I travel every day now. There’s one that I like, beside the place I live, that I like to just stand on the bridge and watch the river turn to rapids after a rainstorm. It’s a city river, so it’s brown and grey and I wouldn’t drink from it without thinking twice, but whenever I walk over the bridge I hear the rushing water and feel renewed. But, as well-acquainted as we are and as delightful as I find it, that’s not the river I want to blog about right now.

I was born in the Philippines, and I live there still. For most of the time in-between, though, I grew up sort of hopping to neighbouring nations. The Southeast Asian archipelago is a mix of volcanic islands and metamorphic tectonic plates. A guide I went along with for a tour of Old Manila offered the idea that there wasn’t a Philippine Empire (or pre-Spanish colonialization that collectively named the islands after a foreign king or prince or someone whose name was night unpronounceable in many tribal dialects and languages) unlike other Southeast Asian nations was because The Philippines was made of volcanic rock that was about the consistency of cake. No empire could be built on cake. More images below the cut.

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On Fate

This prompt, Deity and the Divine, was taken from The Pagan Experience blog project. As the website notes:

Not everyone has a particular Deity that they work with. But, everyone has an archetypal form or energy that flows through their chosen path. This may be the spirit of Hope or Compassion; the energy derived from the Full Moon, a beautiful sunset or sitting at the ocean’s edge.

That rather expands the definition of “divine”, then, which is great but left me wondering where do I begin?

In an essay entitled “Here, There, and Anywhere” about the development of religions as (respectively) domestic, state, and through people unaffiliated with location, Jonathan Z. Smith also made the distinction between faiths of sanctification (where the divine was in and of the world) and salvation (where the divine provided a model to which to shape, or way by which to escape, the un-divine world.)

While I do seek the world that I know for avenues to or aspects of the divine, I still describe my numinous experiences as removed from this world, “numinous” as in within some scope of divinely-approved space—the word “numinous” originating from “(for a deity) to nod in approval”. So, I still have this idea that there’s a permeating element of that which is not divine.

So, I’ll just hop on over to the notion of Fate, which I define as the first sort of layer that existence interfaces with experience (my personal experience). Whether the world is innately chaotic or innately ordered, Fate is what I name the sense that I’ve made of it.

Fate can then demonstrate the issue with sanctification, when the conjunction of the notions results in the following: Everything already is the way that it should be.

Not necessarily. If one is Fated to suffer, then one is (in a way) Fated to fight ifwhen the fight is the natural reaction to the suffering. If the notions available to the subject lack anything that would awaken something as volatile as the instinct to fight against suffering, then that is Fate in action as well but not as personally and personificationally as we might take these mechanics.

That’s why I introduced the notion of layers. To me, Fate doesn’t reside on a layer that considers the should. It’s merely the most immediate sense that experience makes of existence: recognition of an event and attribution of values that would allow for that recognition, but not the value itself and certainly not sophisticated ones yet such as “beneficial event” or “inconvenient event” or even “disastrous event”.

That said, even the property of immediacy can change. If personal safety were a matter of urgent and important concern, then whether an event were beneficial or disastrous wouldn’t be sophisticated but instinctive and would likely model the rest of my philosophy around it. But here’s where I am right now, and the model of reality that I’m working with.

Fate is the plot of a multi-faceted story without exposition, rising action, climax or denouement. It’s plotless, without a plan or concern for my personal success or ruin, but it’s still possible to “lose the plot” if nothing makes any sense anymore to the point where even I wouldn’t make sense even to myself.

That’s one definition, and the first definition. That said, I can’t help using the word also for divine interference, which can get confusing especially as I haven’t yet figured out why the divine would interfere (not merely interface) with a sanctified world that is wholly and inherently divine; and even a world that wasn’t would (I can’t help but think) have its own non-divine mechanics for the divine to contend with. The layers must touchback to each other, or else they would be simultaneously and multi-dimensionally active.

The Glamour just might bridge the between, being the connections that make the whole of anything greater than the sum of its parts.

Even the way I explain it all is just a metaphor for how I think, or at least how I think about it in a way that could be expressed. The thing itself doesn’t come in layers or summable parts or a defined whole, but those are distinctions that I make just to attempt to refer to the mysterious thing.


It’s such an honor and a privilege to be invited to talk at the Union here, tonight—a society that has heard speak some of my greatest heroes, people like the Dalai Lama, Malcolm X, Albert Einstein, and Peter Andre. Indeed, upon receiving the very humbling invitation from your president to address this very handsome crowd I see before me, it was the prestige of his Union and its past speakers that quickly replaced my sense of joy and pride with one of slight worry and anxiety. What the hell would I talk about? I wondered. I haven’t tried to foster a universal compassion across the globe, or fought oppression in America, or even explored the mysteries of the universe, be them hidden in some theory of quantum mechanics or just a particularly mysterious girl. All I’ve done is act in a TV show and pretend to be mean for money, essentially. If worse comes to worst, I thought to myself, I could at least bring along my trust crossbow and kind of sexually threaten some unsuspecting students with impalement. I thought…But we discussed that, and that didn’t fly with the board.

But from your invitation, it returned my thoughts to a kind of all too similar [00:02:00] event I participated in a few weeks previous, during which 20 minutes into an hour-long Q & A session, both Q’s and A’s respectively dried up very quickly. So, with 40 minutes left of the event and apparently all value sucked from it like a tropical mini Capri Sun, my blood froze as I gazed out at the sea of awkwardly shifting faces.

The silence was finally broken by a strange question about what I’d consumed for breakfast that morning.

It was at that point I realized that after a mere 21 years of a relatively uneventful life, one simply can not expect to talk about oneself for an hour, especially without either sliding into the irrelevant or the babbling. I literally just don’t have enough to talk about for an hour. So, in a bid to avoid the inevitable kind of drought of questions tonight, before we come to the forthcoming Q & A, I thought I would try to waste as much time as possible talking about something that kind of hopefully won’t preemptively answer any questions, because every answer is golden in terms of time, but will perhaps hopefully be kind of interesting and it’ll relevant to my life and kind of Game of Thrones. So, basically since the kind of show has aired, and apologies for the length and boring nature of this. I did it all last night and it’s very rambling and please feel free to switch off at any point during it, but I’m just going to try to read it in an interesting way, because it’s not interesting.

Since the show has aired, I feel I’ve been given an insider look into an ever-pervasive and yet often mysterious [00:04:00] aspect of society, namely, our culture of celebrity. Strangers on the street now call me ‘Jack’ and my public image is democratized by fans and institutions alike on the internet. I’m also given opportunities like this one tonight, which I see as truly once in a lifetime. So, feeling somewhat within but also very much (abstracted/obstructed?) from modern celebrity culture if you want to call it that, that kind of feeling has provoked a lot of reflection within me about the thing, about my position within the thing, so I kind of wanted to take this opportunity perhaps to talk about those reflections. But I do appreciate the irony of talking about celebrity in this context. But I hope that the irony is taken with a pinch of salt. I feel that some of these reflections perhaps are somewhat unique in the sense that I’m in a unique position, kind of straddling the cigarettes and books of a student simultaneously with the cocaine and prostitutes of a celebrity.

Ever since my mother sent me to Saturday morning drama classes when I was 7, I wanted to become a famous actor. I loved the idea of captivating an audience, and moving them truly through performance, but more importantly being recognized and heavily lauded for that talent. Early on, I just performed in some small plays and short films and the like, most notably giving my Joseph in a school nativity at age 8. Critics hailed my Joseph as being raw and entrancing, and having a profound insight into the character that will never be matched by anybody ever again. [0:06:00] It was thrilling. Indeed, I drew a great deal upon my Joseph when I played Little Boy in Batman Begins in 2005. Little Boy had the same passion and drive I had seen in Joseph, the same resilience, but most importantly the same love for his pregnant wife, Mary.

However, despite only being a minute role, my appearance in Batman Begins presented me with my first encounter with celebrity. After the film came out, I was always and forever then ‘the kid from Batman’ amongst my peers, my now-defining feature being brought up as an ice breaker or vaguely memorable tidbit at certain social occasions. The labeling didn’t bother me, but I didn’t necessarily enjoy it. However, little did I know that a far more concentrated form of that slight societal abstraction was going to be placed in my lap 5 years later, when I would, as a bright-eyed ad bushy-tailed 17-year-old step into an audition (dramatic pause) for some HBO show (dramatic pause) called Game of Thrones. (With ominous intrigue.) Chapter two!

If I’m being honest, upon hearing the joyous news that I received the role of Joffrey, I really did not expect all of the subsidiary things that come with being—oh, are there people up there as well? It just noticed—with being an actor on a successful television program. I had no predictions or expectations of all the attention, invitation to events, and of course all the cocaine and prostitutes that awaited me around every corner. I was just literally just excited to act in a cool show. Perhaps that was naivety, or perhaps [00:08:00] like everyone else involved in the show, I just simply didn’t anticipate the success of it. In any case, whatever the reason was, what it led to was a sharp shock when I realized that I had, unbeknownst to me, signed an invisible contract which required me to enter into a strange new echelon of society. People suddenly wanted to take pictures of me on the street, journalists were interested in what kind of socks I preferred, and among certain groups of my peers my jokes seemed to become a lot funnier—which perhaps was all the comedy books I was reading at the time, or perhaps it was synchophancy. I don’t know. It was an atmosphere from which I instantly wanted to retreat. I detested the superficial elevation and commodification of it all, juxtaposed with the grotesque self-involvement it would sometimes draw out in me.

Being a faceless member of a mob, I soon realized, was far more comforting than teetering on a brittle pedestal one inch off the ground. The exclusion and subtle differentiation that comes with even a rather diluted form of celebrity that I had, embarrasses me. But what shook me as most odd, however, about the whole thing was how odd I indeed found it all. Celebrity seemed by a huge amount of people and certainly by myself for a while, as the pinnacle of society, of success. It is revered almost religiously, both the institution and its quickly-growing member base. Indeed, these days, the apotheosis of celebrity is not just confined to the worship of movie idols, pop stars, sports heroes, or even reality TV stars. We have bloody celebrity chefs, authors, comedians, politicians, intellectuals, scientists, businesspeople, cheese-mongers, milliners maybe…hat-makers, for those of you who didn’t get that…who constantly [00:10:00] stick out their faces at us on advertisements and talk shows, and magazine covers—but this reverence and invasion is often welcomed and indeed fostered by a great percentage of the public. I started to wonder why that was, and whether there was any harm in that reverence. They’re just people, after all.

So, whilst one can trace the origins of celebrity, or whatever you want to call it, back to the Romantic period, and people like Samuel Johnson or even before Beckett, it was truly in the 20th century’s proliferation of photography, radio, television, and finally mass-media that a kind of a fecund ground could be laid for in particular sports stars, movie stars, and singers to be massified as recognizable, influential public figures. This kind of fostered a culture dominated by what Baudrillard called simulacra, which are images that contain no reference to the real world, for, upon being able to for the first time see as well as hear the well-known figures of the time, people like Charlie Chaplin and Gloria Swanson, the public began to kind of perhaps unconsciously reduce them down the image alone, leading to perhaps irreparable commodification of these protogenic celebrities. However, this, as Amy Henderson points out, this commodification was clearly less a process of this increasing breadth and influence of media, but rather, of the West’s transition from a producing society to a consuming one. This is so boring. America’s capitalism bore out a commodity-based society in which the actions of the individual [00:12:00] could be equated with acts of consumption. Tabloids, talk shows, and subsequently reality television all became obsessed with the commodification of the celebrity image, making it consumable and then, ultimately, disposable. What’s ironic is that you see celebrities endorsing things like musical tampons and appearing in advertisements for lavender-scented teeth-whitener, you know, wielding goods whose sell-by dates ironically probably outlast theirs.

Whist this form of cannibalistic consumerism doesn’t appear inherently damaging to the consumers themselves, the effect is has on the fodder can sometimes be profound. I myself shy away from interviews and the public eye sometimes for this very reason. Having one’s image and effectively life democratized, dehumanizes and sometimes objectifies it into an entertainment product. What sort of valuation of the ego would one have once you’ve let it be preyed upon in the public eye for years and years? Perhaps it becomes truly just skin and bones.

Jamie Tiranne, from the University of Durham, has an alternative and rather crazy theory of where our fascination of celebrity culture comes from, and believes the answer to lie in evolutionary psychology which does sound a bit crazy, but run with it—it has a bit of value in it.

His theory centers around the anthropological notion of prestige defined in terms of a high social status like admiration or respect that is bestowed upon an individual who possesses a certain adaptive skill, like a superior hunting technique, etcetera.

The prestige is bestowed upon the individual so that the community can then learn the skill from them through imitation, by being put into the public eye so that they can learn the skill; however, in imitating the prestigious individual, [00:14:00] one can also mistakenly imitate some of the non-adaptive skills the person may have. The example Tiranne uses is that men might observe a successful hunter perform some kind of incantation or whatever at the time as he retouches his arrow heads in a skilled way, and the men who observe this adopt both the ritual as well as the arrow-retouching technique when they prepare their tools.

So, basically, Tiranne believes, in our society, because of their fame, celebrities possess prestige and as a result, we have this evolutionary and psychological instinct to imitate them. This tendency, he concludes, explains our interest in what sports stars and singers wear, what car they drive, and all that. Celebrities have become our moral and social role models in some ways, simply due to an evolutionary quirk. However, what if this instinct to imitate leads us to, let’s say, slightly more immoral values of our current modern prestigious individuals? Are we going to find ourselves in a position where we start to imitate the town drunk perhaps simply because he possesses prestige, his original success having faded away long ago? For it is under Tiranne theory that something rather frightening takes place, namely, a self-fulfilling fame that’s kind of come up only in the past decade or so that does not need to base itself in an adaptive skill—or any skill, really, for that matter. Because all it needs is the fuel of more celebrity, and thus more prestige, and thus more celebrity, and so on ad infinatum.

So, I think that’s a good theory of where it comes from, but I think that the most compelling cause of our contemporary celebrity culture, or our fascination with our contemporary celebrity culture, lies with Max Faber. [00:16:00] He, too, bases his theory in one of role models and imitation, but replacing the position taken by Tiranne’s notion of prestige with his notion of charisma. So, Faber believed that for any form of authority, the attribution of legitimacy is fundamental and necessary, making it what he calls “a legitimate domination,” which sounds pretty sexy.

That must pre-suppose some degree of willing acceptance. Furthermore, he regarded the authority of the prophets and magicians and diviners as different from others, since their authority depends on a certain devotion the exceptional character of the individual, a special kind of authority which he termed “charisma.” Basically, people with charisma exist outside, sort of, society, and that’s important to it. He remarks that the truest form of charisma is one that receives these powers as a gift by virtue of a natural endowment so it’s very easy to see how our modern celebrities are perfect manifestations of this Faberian charismatic authority. They may not possess the heroic qualities of a prophet, but as highly visible role models, they have become the object of imitation. Their publicized personality and individual qualities work as a form of “quasi-charisma” as a few academics put it, that gains people’s attention while setting them apart on a different echelon.

So, like classical charismatic figures, celebrities are individuals who provide people with a focus for identification, essential, but unlike the classical charismatics, the celebrity lacks the mysterious transcendent leadership qualities of a leader-prophet, but they are role models. So, [00:18:00] what celebrities also so clearly possess is that kind of willing domination that Faber describes. The other forms of authority that people encounter every day, like the police, or politicians, lecturers and the like—they’re challenged by the public, as often they perhaps sometimes feel oppressive. Conversely, the authority celebrities have over us is accepted and in fact sometimes welcomed because it’s not seen as being self-serving or malevolent. This is why Faber also describes the adoption or the importance of the adoption of charisma by other authorities. Politicians, for instance, sometimes almost seem to require either celebrity endorsement or some kind of celebrity status themselves in order to feel legitimated in the eyes of the public. It’s what Faber calls “gentle charisma” when the political authority combines with the charismatic authority. You can see it everywhere with Obama getting Will I Am and stuff to sing about him. It’s ridiculous! I voted for him.

The danger hidden within Faber’s charismatic celebrity is the same one within Tiranne’s prestigious individual. Having the predisposition to imitate any one individual must always have its negative impact, especially when the role model does not feel a duty or responsibility to substantiate, shall we say, suitable values to adopt.

This bleeds into the kind of fascination that comes with this charisma, which is Celebrity Worship Syndrome. This is actually a real thing that people in the University of Leicester found 36% of a sample of 600 adults were afflicted to some degree by this Celebrity Worship Syndrome and the most extreme sufferers believed that the object of their ardor [00:20:00] knew them and declared themselves ready to die for their hero. It’s not just a kind of a weird societal quirk, I think this is kind of indicative of a kind of complete dissolution of the self in favor of another, which can be seen as almost like a direct translation from a perhaps religious hysteria—I see it as—whether it’s a mob mentality or desire to be controlled by something higher than you, these cases are indicative of how charisma can replace the ego. Dostoyevsky says in The Brothers Karazimov, “So long as man remains free, he strives for nothing so incessantly and painfully as to find someone to worship.”

Conversely, to try to find a kind of positive boon for celebritisation, a guy called Chris Rotia, professor of sociology at Sydney University, has defended the benefits of this communal imitation. He says that celebrities are informal life coaches. By watching them, people learn how to groom their hair, learn what to say, learn what opinions are sexy, learn what’s right on and not what right on—he’s a pretty cool dude. They’re simulating all sorts of life skills, and he says it’s a social adhesive which is positive.

I don’t believe that, I just put that in for a balanced argument.

Up until now, I’ve discussed three theories—economic, psychological, and sociological—that attempt to explain our reverence [00:22:00] for celebrities. But now I’ll talk very briefly about the desire itself to become a celebrity. Obviously, there’s the immediate desire for wealth, desire, and adoration. But is there more than that? And if so, what’s the catch? What are the disadvantages? So, there’s one way to look at this desire to be a celebrity in the form of the perspective of our personality centric culture, one that has strayed inward away from the external character-based one of the 19th and early 20th century. So, personality has become a means to distinguish ourselves from the masses, and as a result celebrity has become the new measure of success. I came across a great article by Georg Simmel, who discusses this phenomenon in his The Metropolis and the Mental Life in which he sheds light on this very modern angst of being unknown that I think affects a lot of people. So, perhaps in a hypotropic Berkleyism, to be is to be perceived, the validation of our existence has become relative to how anonymous or rather unanonymous we are. Truly, it is the clawing for some kind of individual self and self-orientation amidst the clamour and growing competition of the 21st century that attracts people to becoming celebrities. The golden ticket, immortality, is on sale.

Is it not shouted from the rooftops of a New York conservatory, “Fame! I want to live forever!” Sorry I did that.

Secondly, another point on the reasons of wanting to become a celebrity, [00:24:00] what could be more alluring about being a celebrity than having a captive audience kind of willing to trust what you trust and care about what you care about? In many ways, you could see it terms of a kind of manifestation of a master-slave dialectic with immense mobilisation and communicative power. So, what are the dangers, then, involved in being a celebrity? In some ways, there’s the true loss of the self by virtue of being over-democratized, over-saturated, over-loved, perhaps. Without an internally directed compass, an ego can drown in its own fascination, rendering the bearer unable to posit or hang anything actual onto themselves. This, again, is essentially the argument from commodification which prescribes a kind of ravenous ecstatic feast upon a soul, until it becomes defined purely in terms of its external ability to in fact be consumed.

For instance, those who—here’s another weird kind of psychological study—there are those who actually achieve fame are supposedly vulnerable to conditions like Acquired Situational Narcissism, which says this affliction can cause a celebrity to get so used to everyone looking at him that he stops looking back at his perceivers. This may lead to kind of grandiose fantasies and self-aggrandisement, rage, and loss of empathy and all those bad things that we see every day in celebrity meltdowns, you know, if that’s not kind of a crude way to put it.

This bleeds into another point again previously alluded to, basically one of exclusion. Celebrities become excluded from everyday life, kind of an exile in an echelon that’s deemed better anyway, life of a celebrity, all the fame and glamour—however, no matter much we can lust after this exile, wanting to be a celebrity, [00:26:00] it is a manifestation of a dehumanization, essentially.

One becomes easier to fictionalize when removed from any self-likeness of the perceiver and thus easier to judge and also consume. And, lastly, of course, there’s the issue of privacy that comes up a lot. We’ve seen from my points about Tiranne and Faber, why we become fascinated with the banal mundanity of celebrity life, what kind of bananas they like and stuff. They are the prescribed role models of our time, representing some form of ideal in apparently every aspect of life, be it in their professional success, cheese preference, or even drug preference. Perhaps the desire to simultaneously position celebrities on both planes, the ordinary and the abstracted, is a bid to retrieve some of the immortality we have given them. By empathising with them and humanising them to an extent, we for a brief moment share in the ‘glory’ of celebrity life or perhaps at least remind ourselves that if they can do it, I can do it.

In conclusion, it appears celebrities have become vessels of either as I said, an economic, evolutionary, or sociological instinct to consume and imitate certain extraordinary members of society. We see how this reverence can have profound effects on both parties, oftentimes more negative than positive. I believe that communal admiration of individuals is healthy for society. It facilitates a debate about universal standards, morals, but also publicly espouses the virtue of certain practices that are inherently good in some kind of ideas about what the good is. However, this kind of celebritisation is only a positive one if the individual represents values that should be imitated by a reasonable, moral person. [00:28:00] We need to be choosier with our celebrities, or else we may find ourselves again in that situation where we just find ourselves acting out the role of the town drunk constantly. And we also need to temper the concentration with which we love to celebritise, primarily for the sake of the celebrity themselves and their self-evaluation, but also for ourselves.

Just as the object of our attention can become rendered hollow and externally directed with too much worship, so too I feel can the worshippers sacrifice their own individual self and autonomy in favor of giving it up to a higher power.

We need to fight against our human instinct to deify our role models but also fight against the instinct to subjugate our own individuality in the process.

Stargazing is one of the most profoundly human things one can do. But perhaps we must more frequently tear ourselves away from the mystery and beauty of the starry heavens above and rather respect, admire, and foster the moral law within. That’s it.

Fairy Chess: Castling and Queening

In a standard chess game, there’s a special combination move called Castling. When performing this move, the player may move two pieces in one turn, specifically the King piece and the Castle piece. The conditions are:

  • Neither the King nor the Castle should have moved before
  • The squares between the King and Castle are not occupied nor under threat of occupancy from any of the opposing side’s pieces
  • The King is not under threat of capture at the time that this move would be made

This combination move is the only time that the player is allowed to move two of their own pieces in one turn, and the only time that the King is allowed to move more than one square, and the only time that a piece other than the Knight can jump over another piece.


This is a protection spell. The element of the King is that which is valuable, vulnerable, precious but powerless and must be protected. The element of Castle must already be present for it to be active, and it is the element of protection. It is the Castle that then sets the boundary between the King and everything else that could be identified as a threat.

Some individuals would recognize the need for protection intuitively.

Other individuals would consider this procedure selfish and immature, ironically going by the philosophy that we shouldn’t make value judgments: all the world is here to be experienced, and the concept of a threat to one’s own self is illusionary, it relies on illusionary constructs and conditioning that if we would just go about it the right way and transcend such nonsense then “protection spells” and “personal boundaries” would show to be unworthy of consideration as well.

For the latter individual, the only protection ever needed is personal empowerment as a developed notion, which then supposedly defeats the rudimentary idea of protection.

I believe that such a procedure can be demonstrated by the move of promotion, or Queening the Pawn.


Pawns can only move in one direction: forward, and usually only by one square at a time, and Pawns can only capture other pieces one square diagonally. Ifwhen it gets to the opposite end of the chess board, then, it can be promoted (that is, the Pawn’s rules can change) to that of any other piece* that the Pawn may continue to play for its own side. It would have no possible actions to take if it would remain a Pawn, only given to move forward, on a board where there is no more “forward” to move.

* The exception to this is the King, except maybe in some fairy chess variant.

The chosen promotion is usually a Queen, allowed even if the original designated Queen of the Pawn’s own playing side still remains active and uncaptured on the board.

The Pawn is the least valued piece, and the Queen the most powerful piece. That makes quite a change.

The Pawn entered enemy territory, even with its vulnerable nature and not even valued within the ranks of playing pieces. Yet, at the end of the board, the Pawn knows (or, at least, I project this awareness and relate to it wishcraft) its situation, its nature, and its potential. The potential to be Queen is realized in promotion.


In wishcraft, I consider these the same process. The Pawn only knows (or, at least, I project this ignorance) its own path. It doesn’t consider how the circumstances played out across the whole board just so that enemy pieces failed to capture it when they would likely have captured other Pawns, Pawns with the same nature and the same potential but only slightly different situations. It doesn’t consider how all of the other pieces of its own side had essentially been Castling the Queen within the Pawn.

The metaphor breaks down into ideas, now: It is defensiveness that leads to sovereignty in one whose sovereignty has remained latent or been undermined.

This is not to say that there is no other way leading to actualized sovereignty, nor that there is no such thing as people so awfully situated that perpetual defensiveness is the only option and becomes a doom in and of itself. There is, there are. Maybe.

What I propose is an expanding understanding in a process that we trust each individual more to take…if we can. It might be a good idea to trust ourselves at least as much, that ifwhen blaming and bootstraps of another go to more extremes than we can abide, above all we must feel free to move, limited as that movement might be to the rules of a paradigm that we can reject or repress but can not truly or honestly escape.

Fairy Chess: Paradigm

These are the rules that define a standard chess game: It’s played on a board made up of 64 squares in an eight-by-eight grid. There are two sides, each given sixteen playing pieces of six varieties. The varieties of these pieces are:

  • Pawns (eight designated to each side),
  • Castles (two designated to each side),
  • Knights (two designated to each side),
  • Bishops (two designated to each side),
  • Queens (one designated to each side), and
  • Kings (one designated to each side.)

Each variety has its own designated set of rules by which it may move across the board. The object of the game is to capture the King of the opposite side.

Fairy chess refers to variants of this standard. It could be played over more than one board, and/or with some pieces added, and/or the rules for existing pieces modified.

When describing wishcraft, I should begin with the statement of intent. An example could be the ultimate goal, such as “capture the king and end the game at a win.” It could be shorter-term goals such “move that Pawn one square forward. Any goal would suffice, as long as there would be movement across the board, but to even have a goal and movement, there must be structure within which that value would even develop.

So, instead of the statement of intent, I begin with the paradigm…which means that I don’t actually know where to begin. Paradigms are often vast and variegated things with a myriad of details and fiddly little connections.

Above, I designed a round chessboard, just because I like circles. This rounded chessboard is made up of four circles. The outermost circle represents the worlds, or the elements that make up a world: Castles, Knights, Bishops, Queens, Kings. The circle immediately within that represents the Pawns or what I think of as the agents between the elemental forces and the front lines. The front lines are the circle immediately nested within the Pawns’ circle, this is the event horizon, where the movement of the goals are and where translation happens. The innermost circle is like a chrysalis or crucible, where transmutation happens.

When the pieces are in play, of course, everything gets everywhere. While I keep referring to movement, too, the destination is innate even if the wish is aimed at the world rather than my world.

This, I hope, would still be a useful way to illustrate the all-too-abstract wishcrafting process.


Oh, these quaint medieval mystics. Nobody has a use for alchemy anymore. We have chemistry now! Sure, my therapist has dropped a buzzword or two about my moving from nigredo through rubedo to albedo, and from what I understood of the concept, it was more of a poetic way of identifying and referring to stages in the recovery of depression (in my case, at least) but completely useless in making recovery happen.

That was the general idea that I had somehow formed about alchemy, until I read of Catherine MacCoun’s book On Becoming An Alchemist recommended on Sophia Gubb’s blog and decided to give the book a read-through.

The first misconception that changed during the reading was that Alchemy wasn’t a belief system but a set of methods based around one belief, that is, of being able to turn lead into gold. That made it all more of a superstition, really.

As it turns out, Alchemy does have an associated system of beliefs, which MacCoun lucidly and simply explained as the foundation: the division of the gross (or existential) and the subtle (or experiential); why even though we know that the notions referred to in Alchemical spirituality do not occupy space and therefore have no direction, an Alchemist would still refer to movement between levity and gravity; and much more.

A short digression: from what else I’ve read here and there about the subject, Alchemy wasn’t limited to attempting to turn less valuable metals into gold, but also included (in the case of the homunculi) creating life from non-living things without resorting to sexual intercourse, and (in the case of the creation of a basilisk) genetic engineering before anybody knew about genetics.

In the Alchemical creation of the Philosopher’s Stone, there would be anywhere from four to twelve steps depending on who wrote the how-to manual that the Alchemist is presently working with. Such distinguished authors would be Mary Hebraica (or “Mary the Jew” and are you kidding me there are like umpteen gazillion women throughout history named Mary who were also Jewish I am only slightly exaggerating), Roger Bacon or someone pretending to be Roger Bacon, Cleopatra the Alchemist who is not to be confused with Cleopatra Philopator VII, and numerous others.

The main “ingredient” remained ever a mystery, but once obtained, the tasks that an Alchemist would take to would involve burning something dry and grinding it down, adding fluids, separating one component from the rest of the resulting liquid, emulsifying other components that had curdled, leaving the whole thing alone to ferment, watching for the changes in colour, boiling until the thing produces vapours and then collecting the vapours in a retort (which is a crooked sort of flask), and imitating the conditions of the earth in heat and pressure so that a stone (the Philosopher’s Stone) would coagulate in the Alchemist’s own little cauldron.

MacCoun sets out seven steps to create the Philosopher’s stone, and explains these processes as metaphors for the development of one’s own personal qualities. Calcination, for example, is a tragedy in life that forces a person to face their fears, because thei fears are actually happening, and thus become more confident. Dissolution would be the growth from a shallow love to true devotion to or compassion for another person.


While the underlying Hermetic and Alchemical philosophy didn’t suit me because of its preoccupation with binaries, the main value being transformation or transmutation was a powerful idea to me. The motions of Alchemy with the goals at every stage became a refreshing way to parse the personal experiences of transformation as they happened. It’s more detailed than what I originally took from Jungian therapy, which is simply, “this is happening” in the metaphor of the colour of the bubbling brew; rather it was a process “this is what your subconscious is doing” in the metaphor of flasks and bunsen burners and accompanying actions.

MacCoun’s book is still my favourite resource about it. The tone is accessible, and the content is densely-packed.

There’s a lot of sexism and this ideal of heterosexuality as the basis for the belief, and Vajrayana Buddhism mentioned ostensibly because it had something to do with Occidental Alchemy (which, while those mentions of Vajrayana were interesting, I didn’t always see the connection) so it’s not perfect, of course, but this is what I’ve used as a springboard to my own practice.


The Alchemical path that applies to personal qualities as the subtle reality (of which the physical practice is representative) is, from what I’ve gathered, most commonly known as Inner Alchemy.

I’d take it a step further, however, and take these transformative notions into qualities present between people rather than within a person. It’s working with (to take a turn for the fey) the Glamour, which is what I call this vague concept of “power” and its imbalances evident on a societal and psychological level. These blend into one another especially if we consider situated cognition, how the psyche cannot be isolated from its context and sustain existence as a thing, and society is composed entirely of a sum of psyches.

To be sure, to cultivate a nature that would have such a conscious and effective action on the world rather than my world was metaphorically the chrysopoeia after the formation of the stone.

But in any case, it is this sort of Alchemically-inspired method that I refer to as the way of the Changeling.

Privilege and Prestige


Jack Gleeson, ex-actor (ex for reasons) and scholar of philosophy and theology, reports about 19 minutes and 50 seconds in the following video that 36% of a sample number of 600 adults are afflicted with Celebrity Worship Syndrome, citing a study done by the University of Leicester.

This study recognized a spectrum between admiration for a celebrity in the entertainment and social sphere as a mild form, an intense personal attachment to a celebrity in a medial form, and pathological in the extreme. Milder forms can become extreme with stress and upheaval.

While Gleeson could have spoken extensively about his personal experience, he takes a more bird’s eye perspective when he proposes that advancing media technology proliferated the recognizability and influence of public figures, incorporating Henderson’s societal and economic theory of celebrity, and Jamie Tiranne’s evolutionary psychology theory of celebrity.

“The truest form of charisma is one which receives these powers as a gift by virtue of a natural endowment (…) they may not possess the heroic qualities of a prophet, but as highly visible role models, they have become the object of imitation. Their publicized personality and individual qualities work as a form of quasi-charisma that gains people’s attention while setting them apart on a different echelon.”

Full transcript here.

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The Three Gates


The main reason I think up of why I’m a Faelatrist (of a sort) is that fairy tales provide the best language by which I can express my numinous experiences. At least, the fairy tales I’ve read.

Despite being the best symbolic-spiritual “language” though, I’ve still had to wrangle with the language as in…the words.

And I still have trouble anchoring some prominent concepts in available symbolic metaphors: metals, music, monarchy, and many other objects or practices that actually don’t begin with the letter M.

This one is the latest.


I cannot explain the architecture of the gates yet, because even just calling them gates makes an image out of them that they are not. It’s a shift into a new state of mind, and it opens up to a different space. There is no movement, and there is no space.

The first is Craven’s Gate, which is ironically named because it takes a lot of courage to approach it. It also takes honesty to enter, and love to survive a questant’s stay there. Within the gate is, mostly, suffering: the truths that hurt, but are no less true; the debts unpaid, the pains unhealed. The gate alone sets these notions apart, but there is never room to contain them, and yet it is never empty. You can keep this gate shut, if you must, and many do; but it is an injury to conscience and it will make itself manifest.

The second is Maven’s Gate, by which willpower aligns with effective action and is therefore aptly named. I’ve only just been edging into this, myself. Perhaps this gate represents the notion that we must own our biases, as nobody is an objective observer, and is a call to (borrowing from Joseph Campbell) follow our bliss. This is not only what we are, but what we make.

The third is Haven’s Gate, which is only theoretical to me. It opens upon the alignment of the other two gates, the inner world, the shared world, and the world beyond that. It is everything that exists and is “meant to” be, although I wonder if it’s exactly the same as Craven’s Gate reframed by the consideration that there is no inner world except that which we grant because it’s a natural concept to form in the mind, immutable, but still only a concept. Whether it’s the unknown and unknowable chaos of the inner or outer world, Haven’s is the gate of Fate, or it would be.


At first, I thought that Craven’s Gate had to be the first stop. Without confronting the contents of that, any approach to Maven’s Gate would be shallow delusion, self-defeating, repressive and oppressive. It might even be that Maven’s Gate is the philosophical enemy to Craven’s Gate because it’s for the sake of approaching Maven’s Gate that anything craven (that would make a craven out of us, anything unwanted but real and right in its place in our lives) is shed.

But the courage and compassion required to approach Craven’s Gate is a manufactured truth, not one discovered. Of the three gates, Maven’s is most purposeful a boundary-setter, and boundaries are healthy. But perhaps what grants people everything needed to approach Craven’s gate is Haven’s doing, as the provider of every notion and thing that is.

Or perhaps I’m wrong because I make of all this up.