My post on Paimon is taking longer than expected, and since a blog lives and dies by its normalcy of posting, I thought I would sneak this one in.
I read half of Plato, excluding the Republic, out of the duty of studying SCRIPTURE during the Abramelin. I’ve always had the courage to hate Plato, even though my Mormon boy husband, the first Greek scholar, always spoke in reverential tones about Plato’s earnest search for TRUTH despite disapproval from the hoi polloi of the wrong sort of Athenian aristocracy, the parents who wanted their sons to GET A JOB ALREADY and stop cavorting at those endless dinner parties with the boring philosophy-and-sex dudes who kept everyone away from their sixteen-year-old wives.
Despite our term “Greek” meaning what it does, the actual Greeks of this sort were ADVERTISED to practice intracrural sex, “between the thighs.” I say this because the existing vase painting is clear in the plentiful depiction of this practice and in the virtual avoidance of images of anal sex. Evidently the CENSORS were extremely effective. This would have kept them from acquiring and transmitting STDs–of which there were plenty in the ancient world–to the all-important WOMEN, resulting in not only death but sterility and birth defects. Property was transmitted through the bloodlines, and where there is money, and I mean BIG MONEY, sex gets regulated. This is where we are suspecting things are getting out of hand in the Athenian philosophy school and that this is what was meant by CORRUPTING THE YOUTH, not a little fun and games with olive oil and a tasty set of toots.
Aside from the frequent imprecations to come rest on Socrates’s couch, how were the dialogues actually structured? In every case, there is a gull, someone from outside of the Kool Kids who is brought in to share his ideas with the preeminent philosophers of the day. It was evidently quite the thing to get invited to one of these parties and no one minded the inevitable roast. I am sure if they had written their own dialogues, the whole thing would look a lot different. These folks were BETTER EDUCATED than stupid Socrates and probably much smarter, but since history belongs to the WRITERS, it was Plato’s elegant STYLE that won the day. Here my husbands will give you a knowing look. THIS IS WHY WE KEPT THE WOMAN IN LATIN AND NEVER GREEK. The arriviste will have some pet idea or behavior and Socrates will spend half the dialogue flattering the poor fool into overextending himself rhetorically all the while laying traps for the unsuspecting to the approval and amusement of the regulars. When the guy is thoroughly exposed, Socrates will come in for the kill, obliterating him with REASON and pointing out the futility of all philosophy by concluding with a brand new myth made up on the spot and the poor guy will have to admit that he is whipped and will now start involving himself in this new myth after the wine has settled a bit.
The only exception is the one truly sublime dialogue, the Phaedrus, sublime because Socrates is not inside under the strobe lights in everyone’s favorite night club in Mykonos but in the DAYTIME walking along a beautiful country road and finally coming to rest under a plane tree with a young man he finds enchanting. This young man is being courted by two lovers, one a wealthy and well-connected older man with whom he does not share love but more a sense of the social apprenticeship that was common in the Church wherein a young man’s career is advanced by an older one in roughly an exchange for enjoyment of the elegances of youth and beauty. The other suitor is some nobody and the two are simply in love. Socrates makes a reasoned defense of MARRYING WELL when his Daimon interrupts and Socrates recants. He places his robe over his head and begins singing an old Tina Turner song WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?
Later on, of course, Socrates is commanded by the Athenian council to drink the hemlock and die, and when the Daimon does not intrude, he does so. I have come to the conclusion that Socrates is not as much a philosopher as a saint. The only thing about him I don’t hate is the description of his conduct in war when he carries a wounded comrade to safety after being awake for twenty hours of fighting and helping pretty much everyone despite being hunchbacked and ugly and having a boring wife. Socrates is not beautiful with either philosophy or mythology but he is beautiful with courage. Bottoms up on the hemlock because of something we don’t discuss in GODLAND but the Rokkr are quick to point out.
The sex magic.
Socrates was significantly a sex magician, and he introduced not just stupid myths but transformations in power into the great houses of Athens and they killed him for it–and the birth defects. Why exactly I don’t know, but given that sex magic was anciently–at least in some QUADRANTS of the Norse world–significantly a question of the extended family funding the warriors, and its extension way beyond actual war frowned upon because it ate the women and children and ancestors, I can only surmise that he was addressing questions that would have had a bearing on the family’s works of war and money, which bankrupted Athens and in the end caused the end of Athenian democracy, along with that expensive statue of their goddess made up of so much gold that they might as well have been underwritten by China. I would imagine it was breathtaking, if the Elgin marbles are of any value in this guess, though as metal it would have also had the power of BINDING THE DEAD and so not a waste of money as such Athena Herself points out SORRY, but how Athenian aristocrats stayed chthonized at the expense of an awful lot of poverty and SLAVES. The people who stick to gold are the ones who OWNED it and had its subatomic patterns in their systems. The statue must have been ABLE TO MOVE AND SPEAK as is reported of images of the Virgin in our culture. I wish I could take a gander at what such a goddessly statue would have said about our world.
Was Socrates then a good or bad figure in our estimation? Jake Stratton-Kent makes a very good argument that he was straddling the epoch when the temple gods destroyed the demons, and the old demon sorcerers who did not go along were killed by the great houses as usual. The transformation from demon to Angel progressed in blood as civilization got more stratified.
I am going to call Socrates an ambiguous figure then, a demon sorcerer who bound the aristocrats to him by sleeping with their sons and thus worked them as a magician from the underworld. He could have gone into exile but would not have had the Athenian underworld patterned into the ground to abide in and influence after death, a fact that everyone knew and Plato no doubt capitalized on in getting his own butt FAMOUS with this fatuous and overrated book which binds all of fucking Greece now that the magic is pretty much gone. This is a chthonic view, and one of a Graeco-Egyptian magician, and the fact that Socrates chose to remain HOME means that he was fundamentally fighting for the chthonic magic instead of the Angelic, because he could have Angeled out the ying yang with all of the beautiful boys in Persia.
At this point, and always, one of the few ways males can access the chthonic work is in spiritualized sex work, so there Socrates is laying the groundwork for its preservation in the Athenian ruling class, probably with the tacit assistance of the WOMEN at the other end of those boys. He no doubt also laid in quite a bit of his own patterning, and got himself famous forever.
Socrates should be considered a GOD. That is what is going on here.