"The Life Equation" – November 23, 2005

As I continued my studies at the Academy I would give my weekly tithe to Story at the temples which looked on the surface of the world as comic book stores ….

It was in 2005 that an event arrived for me which would influence the invocation of the Promethea Inception.  There is a concept in contemporary narrative known as the fourth wall which is the pretend wall between the actors and the audience, or in the case of novels, between the characters in a story and the Reader.  During my reading of the Grant Morrison series "Seven Soldiers", a revelation came to me regarding the next level of such things that I called the 'Fifth Wall' and what I felt was my purpose in breaking through it to a new dimension of story.  As it happened, it involved one of the goddesses of magic in the modern myth …

Like Neil Gaiman, Alan Moore, Matt Wagner and others, Grant Morrison's work occurred for me as the current incarnation of the magical caste of the world engaged in the sacred practice of building hieroglyphs to remind us of who we once were and could be again.  There was a great magic here.  One that touched the liminal spaces between the dimensions of existence itself.

And she reached out to me across the void, asking for my help, and in that instant I saw my shape within her reality, how myself and other Authors would appeared from their two-dimensional existence.

As she reached out to me I realized that to them I was a thing from the fifth dimension, a living thunderbolt of Divine lightning capable of transforming their world with but a thought.  In classic terms I was the Author and they were the Characters in a story, capable of rewriting the laws of their physics at my will.  What the Morrison had done was an evolution of the magics of channeling the Divine that sang to me, resonating with my own ever-growing sense of being a character in the Great Story across the octaves of narrative light.

What appeared as Zatanna reaching out occurred for me as a portal to the song of magic herself, a form of the Goddess asking for my help.  We were one in that moment, the Reader and the Read, my position in the Fifth Dimension able to change the physics of her realm at my whim.  I shared EVERYTHING I had with her, focusing my prana through the channel of my awareness across the fields into the realm of aka in which Zatanna existed, adding my strength to hers with the magic words –

There was a magic here.  One wrought into the aka of narrative which spoke to the shatteirng of the fourth wall and entry into the fifth dimension of perspective on our selves and their stories.  In that moment Zatanna was not the character from DC comics, but the archetype of Shakti, of the feminine magics of word and wisdom made manifest.

The beings in the fictal realms were real to me, in many ways more real and enduring than the people and places i'd encountered in the common world.  They had a presence, one that radiated between the panels of their stories, carriers of the modern mythos.  While it didn't show in the static page of the comic, I felt Zatanna feel me, her presence as an entity in her own right resonating in the fields of the place between stories that I felt so deeply as a childe …

We WERE the characters in stories and they were us, each embodying the archetypes of existence across a canvas of hieroglyphs through time and space –

Yet even more this spoke to what I had recognized from an early age, that we were the New Gods, the octave of champions meant to usher the earth into a new genesis.

I believed this.  That one good man could make a difference.  Yet was the Life Equation? What was the underlying formula of transforming the darkness of the Kali Yuga back to the Golden Age? How to free ourselves from the trap of karma?

It seemed an impossible task, for the world was rife with shadow. Yet here the mythos met my heart, reminding me of my promise to the Goddess of Story and the hope for a brighter world …

It was in the same series that I felt another reminder, another anchorpoint to how I perceived my myth and it's purposing in the world through the embodiment of Sir Justin, shaped by the Morrison's hand to honor the rising Divine Feminine through the pages and pulp.

It was the same texture, that same energy i'd felt during "Squire of Stories", that of Avalon remembered and passing through the hearts and minds of the current Age.

Underneath the stories I saw a constant.  A single, burning question that sat in the hearts and minds of the people across the Ages, one that spoke to the realities of karmic impressions across lifetimes, to the forgivness, acceptance, tolerance and seeingly endless effort it took to transform one's life for the brighter, and it was this – was there free will? Or was such a thing simply an illusion?  To me, this was the difference between the equations of Life and Anti-Life at it's core.

I resolved to discover the life equation and share that with the people.

The idea that from a higher vantage of the akasha one could flip through the pages of one's story was deeply resonant with me, touching on my intrinsic siddhic capabilities through the medium which had inspired me all across my life.

In this I resolved I would build a Motherbox.  A way of helping the people to navigate the sounds of Creation that were creating their reality and to open a portal to a new one.  The characters in stories were not fiction, they were rebranded facts.

Yet how to build such a thing? How to build a magical artifact capable of opening a wormhole between manifest realities? The answer came to me through the scripture of the New Gods, in a panel created by Jack Kirby which spoke to the mystical idea that All is Mind and that our personal and collective realities were themselves constructs within the Divine Mind held in place by the singularity of gravity that was the subtle mass of incarnation itself.