Of Gods and Incarnates: The Silent Part Out Loud

This is an 2200 word piece, and a 5 minute read. It’s about those who walk amongst us. Last edit: April 2022.

A gnashing story

There are many gods, a few of whom interact with our world, and we’ve names for some of them. The other gods have different realms of interest, or just do other things instead. There’s nothing special about this, and it’s all quite mundane really. Some gods are total clusterfucks, having been buggered six ways to Sunday. Life can be rough, whatever you are. As mentioned elsewhere, Gods are very, very large spirits, like suns are to planets and asteroids, and sometimes they clash.

Gods and other spirits work with souls. Some spirits work with lots of souls. Size doesn’t necessarily matter here. Some souls therefore qualify as being the ‘son of god,’ but human definition assumes there’s just the one. There’s not though, in fact there’s tens of thousands of them in the Earthly arena. These souls are attached to many diverse gods.

The gas thing is, in Christian terms, their messiah has been rocking up time and time again. Not the same soul, but instead a whole bunch of siblings, and typically several at a pop. Although there’s tens of thousands of souls in the wider gods-group, in terms of overlapping incarnation, we’re talking about thousands on the planet at any one time. So all in all, it’s entirely normal and nothing special. The Christians aren’t the only ones missing the woods for the trees however, the other religions do it too. Generally speaking, established religion is really good at killing their own god, again and again; remember all those pioneers and reformists that have been banged up, tortured or burned alive? Well, yeah.

The ancient Greeks referred to such incarnating people – and their souls – as hemitheoi (demigods), although fantasy plays a part there. The problem with demigods, indeed any god-born child, is the presumption of superhuman ability. Yet it’s not like that. The sweetest fruit on the tree of knowledge is merely fruit, just like the rest of the harvest. It can neither fly, leap tall buildings nor teleport. Like all fruit, it can fall, and knocking sense into someones head is about as far is goes for daring-do. And guess what? Some of the bitterest fruit comes from the same seed. Don’t presume there are quantifiable rules (actually, for all things spirit, never assume such things, as much as folks need to do so).

The original Greek for demigod defines as being half-god and half-man, but that’s misleading at face value. Such people are all god and all man, but I get why that’s seen as half and half. Spirit isn’t linear, so it can be wholly something whilst also being wholly something else. On more mundane matters, such a being’s body — the fruit — is constrained by the rules of physics like everything else that falls from the tree. Well… mostly, because Physics is far from being a settled science, and has prejudicial blind spots, so don’t get too attached to your hats and coats.

There are benefits to being bittersweet fruit. Having a direct line to a god is pretty handy, for example. Other gifts are subtle, and quickly dismissed by those so-filled-with-knowledge-of-everything. It’s like the butterfly effect, where all the butterflies everywhere are constantly being nudged, but no one appreciates it, because no own can measure it.

The modern word for demigod is ‘incarnate’. Most incarnates have no idea who or what they are, and yet they tend to be pivotal, and often historical figures. That’s all by design, and it’s due to those subtle benefits. It’s far easier to lift oneself up out of the throng when it’s innate, and your destiny is being strongly massaged ahead of you. Can you imagine the total head fuck of being illuminated with who and what you are, and with no resources to help you? It would take years, decades or perhaps a lifetime to handle that crap, disassemble the mind and transmute the ego. Thus ignorance is bliss — to a point.

Nobody broadcasts this kind of information, to my knowledge (and it’s certainly hard to search for online), but I know it’s spoken of. Proper shamans would (or should) know of it, or at least in part. Not because they’ve been taught it, but because they’d have gained the knowledge from journeying. I get that it’s not an easy conversation though, and not everyone is wired to write this stuff out loud. Whilst talking of that-not-talked-about, the spirit commonly known as God, prefers to engage as a sweet and playful teenage girl (when not cosplaying as Archangel Michael, a golden eagle, or a flaming pillar). Alanis Morissette came very close to the big reveal in the Jay and Silent Bob film DogmaExternal hyperlink, but was ten years too late and Canadian. Anyway, the takeaway here (and indeed, for this entire opus) is how badly you’ve been misled.

Meet Niamh, the austere grey and luminescent green goddess of general fucking terror

The problem with the gods today is that much of our lore comes from ancient sources, having been corrupted through time and circumstance. If I were to tell you one of my more recent deity encounters was with a dark Fae queen who’s not from our locale (She’s from a wholly different playground), you’d think me quite mad. She was notionally human in presentation, but lacked a human comprehensible name, so I called Her Niamh, because ‘oi’ and ‘mush’ isn’t good politic. Besides, She was very kind to me, so I’ll honour Her forever. In overview, She’s the type of anti-goddess that’d scare New Age folks shitless, and make nerds cream themselves in swampy bedrooms everywhere. I mean, She scared me shitless, and I’m intimately familiar with being scared shitless, to the point of considering myself a professional at it.

I’m not the first traveller to bestow a god with an earthly name. Millennia ago, Naimh would been rendered into lore and granted extended gigs along the Euphrates as a grand warrior spider-fertility-creation goddess and protector of the world wide web. (And no, She’s not the spider goddess they had back then.) Today though, nothing is written, because frankly it’s a hiding to nothing, and who the fuck am I, after all? Western culture can’t cope with these things.

“You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth!”

From the film, A Few Good Men

A deck of cards

Godless researchers love to assign tasks and duties to deities, like a child’s story book or a pack of gaming cards. Then there’s all this lineage stuff, about which god became what in later cultures, and who relates to whom. They’re not the only ones, I mean the non-shaman folk at the time had strange ideas too. It’s all very cerebral, but we keep forgetting there aren’t any rules, even when we think we’ve seen a bunch of them. Some goddesses apparently ‘fathered themselves’ for example, once you lift the curtain. Placing human physiological constraints and other three dimensional norms on large spirits is a bit silly, unless of course you think it’s all nonsense to begin with. It never ceases to amaze me how confused archaeologists become when postulating the spiritual needs of ancient cultures. It is true that some gods were (and are) products of human projection, whilst others merely drag for third-party deities. The gods that do exist have hundreds of names across different cultures, do wholly contradictory things and fight against themselves in wars (per the human view). You think your god’s exclusively on your side? How cute!

Some major gods were minor helpers in other pantheons. It’s quite amusing to note that AsuramazdaExternal hyperlink, who I’m going steady with, was also moonlighting as one of Freyja’s handmaidens back in the day. That’s the aspect of Her I usually experience and call upon, when She’s not rocking up as some whimsical Disney creature (incidentally in keeping with that handmaiden). Yes, some Gods do ‘New Age’ despite my general mockery, but their rainbows and sparkles fly from loving amusement, like a parent to a babe. Flidais, who’s an obscure Irish forest goddess (with Her long golden DNA-pleated hair), works with me too. These are amongst Asura’s many names and faces. Nobody in their right mind is going to assert the Zoroastrian god, half of the founding Vedic gods and Flidais are all the one, yet that’s the truth of it. Anyway, this is more about what jives for me, in that I get this infinite depth of tenderness to compensate for the shattering of my mind and soul. The one time She got ever-so-slightly ticked off due to my behaviour, it took me three years to release the trauma. Don’t ever annoy a god, even when they love you dearly. Meanwhile, when other folks directly experience Her, they typically get the masculine form to suit their expectations, being a pillar of flames for example, or if they’re lucky when shit goes sideways, Mitra. For the record, Paul Bettany nailed the Mitra aesthetic in the curious film LegionExternal hyperlink, and gets my thumbs up.

Some gods (along with their many different names) were written out of history, or inverted for politic, Asura being amongst them. There are many forces at play here and there is indeed a cosmic balance. Things are not, and have never been, what they seem: spirits have politics too. Life is far deeper than a simplistic struggle between good and evil. Yet in baby terms, it’s something like that. Consider that the essence of humanity comes from the spirits of men (I mean all genders when saying ‘men’ in these contexts; my agenda is ‘poetry first’). It’s true that we’ve the rough, crude and distorted end of things here, but nevertheless the other realms are far from peachy. You think the ill-actions that create and sustain the energy crisis is isolated to our planet? Where did the essence of that behaviour come from? To solely blame humanity is exactly the wrong answer. The sooner we collectively grok this and grow our religions the fuck up, then the quicker we’ll figure our shit out.

The gods eye view

The gods have very different views on what’s needed and what isn’t, just like all the other spirits. That’s not because they’re dispassionate – well, the better one’s aren’t – they’re wholly experiencing suffering too, because they’re emotional beings. However, their experience is a transcendent one, where they maintain their own reality irrespective of events. It’s hard to grasp. This is why they can interact with us here, weep with us, and yet remain wholly themselves within that experience. These gods really, really do care. It’s just caring and changing things are very different asks. It seems almost psychopathic from a human perspective, but that’s because it’s the human perspective, and bound by our deeply limited knowledge and comprehension of what-the-hell is actually going on. Coupled with that are the various false pillars of religion and convention that define societal norms; unless you root them out, postulations about ‘god’ and spirit will always be fallacious, however logically sincere. Those pillars were instilled and built upon since birth, so noticing them is really, really tricky. Atheists, by way of broad example, suffer those (invisible) pillars, but know something’s up and react accordingly, yet they never truly break free.

Humans have been reduced to having a simplistic view of the gods and spirit, which has taken thousands of years to ‘perfect’. The gods don’t generally care for being worshipped, unless it’s an activity that helps the worshipper to better themselves (alternatively try EJT, because it’s a similar trip). This idea that they need prayers etc., comes from the murkier end of the spectrum where entities feed from extremes of (negative) emotion. It’s why children are targeted, because they’re the best conduits for raw spiritual/soul (emotional) force. Conversely, the good gods don’t suffer from having a lack of prayers etc. (you see that rules-stuff we keep applying?) Anyway, with the gods proper, respect goes a long way, yet that’s where so many people fall short, prayers an’ all. So many lives have been bled in the names of gods who never asked for any of that carry-on. It’s enough to make you godless. I was godless for the longest while, because I couldn’t grasp the Christian god (being part of my culture), until I finally saw the pillars and tore those motherfuckers down.

Conclusion

At their core, all humans are spirit, and some spirits are gods. Gods are not humans, and yet at their core, some humans are gods. We don’t walk alone, but it’s not like some fanciful TV series or film franchise. Things are both a great deal more complex, and yet conversely far simpler and way more mundane than that. So simple in fact, it’s easier not to believe in any of this and enjoy an alternate reality superhero film instead. Once you’re able to progress beyond stoning the heretic or burning the witch, it’s all quite boring really. Wisdom however, never falls far from the tree.

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