You see, stories are lore made accessible. You hear them or you read them and then you ask the storyteller to teach you what they really mean. And, this can take many years and, because of that, there is, currently in the world as we know it, a bit of a problem. Folks and weird wildlings, scholars even, have you stopped asking the questions? Challenging the purveyors of authority? The spooky shop with lots of products to sell, misappropriated, or cheap and sparkly, but that cost a bundle of wisdom to purchase? That cost some integrity to accept as okay? With only tired stories to that even they know are not deep enough? Seems people are passing these tales along, of this deity or that, this remedy or that, as literal, and no one is reminding you that they are lying. Even while you scrunch your brow. How are they different to the missionaries that shove a Bible down the throats of forest people, followed by soap and a beating?
Then grown ups, the initiated ones, and the few elders left in the world (the ones not shoved into nursing homes because they no longer care to speak) know the stories are deep-time history. Are lore. That they are not clothed in predictable, acceptable and cool Jungian archetypes, because lots of us are from an altogether different ancestral lineage. Brer Rabbit does not fit the ‘hero’ role… and he’s not Brer Rabbit after all.
So take a break. Question the rhetoric being chucked at you as truth. Challenge what the fuck are underworld and cauldron and yule, huh? Because how can they be real? And if they are real, what, then are do they mean? Are they normalized? Yep. Because… and here’s the secret… things are more. And that more is a true language. It’ll hurt, have no doubt. But initiation is a potent thing, I promise. Who are we when those scales are peeled from our tired eyes…?