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I am Jack's arched eyebrow.
Ok, I was going to just lurk, but this thread has dragged me back in. Some may bless you, Muriel, others may curse you.
The "Mongoose story" appears at the beginning of chapter 18 of Magick in Theory and Practice, the subject of which is, boradly speaking, working in the astral. Before he gets into the subject at hand, he comments that it's necessary to discuss "the question of reality", and launches into the story (which I reproduce here):
There is a story of an American in the train who saw another American carrying a basket of unusual shape. His curiosity mastered him, and he leant across and said: "Say, stranger, what you got in that bag?" The other, lantern-jawed and taciturn, replied: "Mongoose". The first man was rather baffled, as he had never heard of a mongoose. After a pause he pursued, at the risk of a rebuff: "But say, what is a mongoose?" "Mongoose eats snakes", replied the other. This was another poser, but he pursued; "What in hell do you want a mongoose for?" "Well, you see", said the second man (in a confidential whisper) "my brother sees snakes". The first man was more puzzled that ever; but after a long think, he continued rather pathetically: "But say, them ain't real snakes". "Sure", said the man with the basket, "but this mongoose ain't real either".
Crowley comments, "This is a perfect parable of Magick."
The point that Crowley is making is not that "magick is imaginary", certainly, nor that one use the tool suited to the job; rather, his point (and this is reiterated in various forms throughout his works) is that the boundary between the "imaginary" and the "real", or the "objective" and the "subjective" are pleasant fictions in which we like to indulge.
Magick works perfectly well. Just like the imaginary mongoose did. |
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