We live in age unheard of, an age unique. Before the end of the century humanity will be a multi-planetary species. We have dreamed of this.
In our lifetime humanity will leave planet Earth and settle on our distant cousin, that red dusty rock we call Mars. This is no longer a fantasy, this is reality. Tech companies and multinational corporations are pouring millions into getting us there with almost religious zeal; a friend of mine who actually works for Space X says that Elon Musk believes if we don’t get off-planet in 10 years “we’ll be doomed.” By who or what is yet unknown.
We, as witches, wizards, conjurers, and sorcerers must renew our titles as natural philosophers and meditate deeply on this. We have dreamed the goal but we have not yet fully dreamed it’s implications.
For one capitalism is becoming interplanetary; the naked search for profit(itself a form of exploitation and outright theft) will become the dominant drive behind humanity’s exploration of the stars; not adventure, not wanderlust, not some grand poetic project to further develop and manifest ourselves, but the hunt for commodities that can be sold on the market. This alone should give one pause, remembering how ideology molds and changes technologies and social possibilities(LINK). This is a battle we have lost, a dark and foreboding victory for those who own us.
But there is still hope. We, as a species, stand on a unique precipice.
As of yet, in that weird and glittering quantum realm of possibility, there is an entire society waiting to be born. Somewhere in the not-too-distant future the settlers of Mars will have their own slang, their own accent, their own manner of dress. It’s simply a manner differentiation: Put a group of people on an island, give them 40 years, and they will spawn a unique culture. We see the same instinct in groups of children in high school; just imagine what we’ll do with a planet. We will refer to ideas as “being so Martian” or certain words or phrases as “sounding Martian.” Who will these people be? What will a Martian accent sound like? Will they wear their hair a certain way? Will certain jokes, phrases or symbols be uniquely their own? What will be the hallmarks of “Martian cuisine?” All these questions will be answered, all these things will manifest. We will forge new stereotypes, new archetypes; this will be an entirely brand new people, a new tribe among the many of humanity.
Who will be the first person to die on Mars? I was always taught that the first person laid in a cemetery becomes the protecting spirit of that place. Does the same rule follow for a planet? Who will be the first ghost on Mars? The first murderer? Who will launch the first prayer, the first spell; who will be the first god invoked on Mars? If there was intelligent life once there (and I do indeed believe there was) will “sensitives” pick up latent memories in the soil? Who will be the first shaman, the first priestess, the first necromancer or sorcerer? Will Papa Legba grin as cigar smoke and rum call him to the very first crossroads lain on Mars? Will he even need to be called or will he already be there?
For you see we, each and every one us, will carry the collective weight of all generations onto Mars; every individual will take within them a perfect copy of all our hopes, dreams, art, and culture, the entirety of our collective existence on Earth, within their heads.
“There is a thinking in primordial images, in symbols which are older than the historical man, which are inborn in him from the earliest times, eternally living, outlasting all generations, [that] still make up the groundwork of the human psyche.”-C.G. Jung
Just as ideology shapes and molds our reality, so too does the collective human unconscious, a psychic abilities organ first described by Carl Gustav Jung in”The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious”:
“Whereas the personal unconscious consists for the most part of ‘complexes’, the content of the collective unconscious is made up essentially of ‘archetypes’. The concept of the archetype, which is an indispensable correlate of the idea of the collective unconscious, indicates the existence of definite forms in the psyche which seem to be present always and everywhere. Mythological research calls them ‘motifs’; in the psychology of primitives they correspond to Levy-Bruhl’s concept of ‘representations collectives,’ and in the field of comparative religion they have been defined by Hubert and Mauss as ‘categories of the imagination’… My thesis, then, is as follows: In addition to our immediate consciousness, which is of a thoroughly personal nature and which we believe to be the only empirical psyche (even if we tack on the personal unconscious as an appendix), there exists a second psychic system of a collective, universal, and impersonal nature which is identical in all individuals.”
Jung was first struck with this theory when he met a schizophrenic who had vivid hallucinations of the sun having a phallus, an image exactly described in the Mithric Liturgy, a document translated and only known by a few researchers years later. How could this man have known of it, dreamed of it, when it was completely unknown to the wider world? Jung embarked on a grand quest following the repeating symbols and ideas that seemed to permeate the human condition. Interestingly enough, they never just stayed symbols:
“My example concerns a young woman patient who, in spite of efforts made on both sides, proved to be psychologically inaccessible. The difficulty lay in the fact that she always knew better about everything. Her excellent education had provided her with a weapon ideally suited to this purpose, namely a highly polished Cartesian rationalism with an impeccably ‘geometrical’ idea of reality. After several fruitless attempts to sweeten her rationalism with a somewhat more human understanding, I had to confine myself to the hope that something unexpected and irrational would turn up, something that burst the intellectual retort into which she had sealed herself. Well, I was sitting opposite of her one day, with my back to the window, listening to her flow of rhetoric. She had an impressive dream the night before, in which someone had given her a golden scarab-a costly piece of jewellery. While she was still telling me this dream, I heard something behind me gently tapping on the window. I turned round and saw that it was a fairly large flying insect that was knocking against the window from outside in the obvious effort to get into the dark room. This seemed to me very strange. I opened the window and immediately and caught the insect in the air as it flew in. It was a scarabaeid beetle, or common rose-chafer, whose gold-green color most nearly resembles that of a golden scarab. I handed the beetle to my patient with the words ‘Here is your scarab.’ This broke the ice of her intellectual resistance. The treatment could now be continued with satisfactory results.”
As we blast off towards that not so distant planet we will carry everything, from the good and the bad, with us. We will step onto Martian soil with a swirling tempest of ideas, symbols, gods, and spirits before we even deal with what might already be there: Where there is lightning we will see Zeus, Thor, or Sogbo; when there is illness we will think of St. Lazurus or Babaluaye; when death seems imminent we will dream of the Grim Reaper and Freyja.
So too with our ideas: Even on this new planet we will lust after power and seek to dominate as we have been dominated; we will enforce gender hierarchies and sex-based social roles; we will still have that desire for unity and strength so easily conferred by a fascist armband and a sharply cut uniform; we will still identify as and submit ourselves to flags of mere cultural constructs.
The mental image of two camps of Martian miners, one American and one Chinese, suspicious of and hostile to one another as they extract profits for companies and obey governments 249 million miles away is horrifying. And it will happen. Unless we begin to change things.
These days of yours and mine should be filled with panic. Before us lies a clean slate, an empty canvas; we dream of revolutions when what lies before is a totally new beginning. Our struggles here on Earth can no longer simply be about making this world a better place for ourselves or righting wrongs but fundamentally changing the nature of how we think, act, and live. Each victory that changes the discourse HERE will shape and mold them THERE. We are talking about a philosophically unique thing, an event definite in future yet undecided in shape and form; we know this event will come to pass but as of now it still exists in the hazy realm of quantum probability and mental possibility. Our mission then becomes one not merely spread across planets but spread across time: we are fighting to create suitable conditions, mental and physical, for future settlers to literally create a better world; a massive, decades-spanning enchantment for a time and event fated but yet to arrive.
This crucial way of thinking, one not limited by space and time and of manifesting desires, is completely alien to the vast majority of the species, yet it is second-nature to the sorcerous. This is our great advantage.
Just as surely as the fervent Fundamentalist-Materialists will walk on Mars so too shall we: prayers will eventually be offered to the moons Phobos and Deimos and altars one day built from Martian rock and dirt. These are dreams we, as a community, need to begin dreaming. We need to start asking ourselves whether holidays based on the passing of seasons on Earth will have any place on Mars, how you invoke the quarters while in orbit where there is no “north” or “south,” how we will call the elements on worlds where they may not even exist. We need to upgrade our thinking and begin to process how we will continue to call upon spirits across star systems.
“We are living in what the Greeks called the right time for a ‘metamorphosis of the gods’ i.e. of the fundamental principles and symbols. This peculiarity of our time, which is certainly not of our conscious choosing, is the expression of the unconscious man within us who is changing.”–C.G. Jung
We are on the edge of a new epoch. This is all uncharted, unknown territory; the very destiny of the species hangs in the balance. The Red Planet beckons and waits to meet his Sister’s children. Left unhindered Mars will be ravaged by the Cults of the Unholy Trinity: Capital, State, and Hierarchy. We have watched an entire planet become sacrificed in the name of their rites. Are we to let them seize another? It is time for another Ragnarok, another Titanomachy; time for a war between the gods both inner and outer; It is time we stake our flag on Mars and claim it as our own.
Some gods will have sway on Mars, this much is inevitable. They will be those whose adherents dream and struggle the hardest to see them walk there.
Lets get dreaming, comrades. De nobis fabula narratur.
Dr. Bones is an 8 year practitioner of the Southern occult tradition known as Conjure, Rootwork, and Hoodoo. A skilled card-reader and Spiritworker, Dr. Bones has undertaken all aspects of the work, both benevolent and malefic. Politically he holds the Anarchist line that “Individuality can only flourish where equality of access to the conditions of existence is the social reality. This equality of access is Communism.” He resides in the insane State of Florida with his loving wife, a herd of cats, and a house full of spirits.
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