Sometimes a little whimsy is called for, and that is what today’s blog post is about. During the High Temple of Witchcraft/W4 class in the Temple of Witchcraft’s Mystery School (I graduated from the mystery school in 2012), we studied the Tree of Life, focusing on one sephira on the Tree of Life per month. As part of the teaching for the Yesod month, we each wrote a story.
We write stories to entertain, but also to carry messages, just like any good fable. Humor gives us the ability to see through stories and the seriousness in life to find our lessons and to find the childlike joy of living – living life through the eyes of our inner child. A few weeks ago on this blog in “The Power of Story, the Story of our Soul,” I talked about the power of story and gave you my Story of Jessie, which was my official story for this class lesson.
Yet I also wrote a tongue in check version first during that class, which played out in a fun evening on Facebook while at my coven sister’s house one evening after walking the halls of the State Capitol building. This whimsical story wrote itself that evening amidst much joy and laughter – a rare commodity during a state legislative session.
I believe you will recognize two underlying structures or themes. First, similar to the Story of Jessie, it is a reference to the story of Job in the Bible. Second, it is a reference to the Aesop fable, a dear favorite of mine, of the Frog and the Scorpion. It also has a few veiled references to experiences on travels that were changed to tie into the sphere of Yesod, such as the purple Camaro, and other Yesod and Tree of Life references such as nine silver stars, tarot correspondences and more. Plus a few other fable, fairy tale and childhood book references for good measure! Two of my classmates were Chorus 1 and Chorus 2 (Kurt H.) for this story (i.e. a Shakespeare reference).
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did “writing” it that winter’s evening. And without further ado, I give you…
Job the Ghetto Frog
The story of Job, the ghetto frog…and then…he died. Yep, that one sounds good. Story time over. Go home and cry boys and girls, the evil witch lives. Everyone dies and the land is barren. The Bible and Aesop, and well, you have to have an evil witch in fairy tales. Oh, wait, this is a tragedy/fable, screw the evil witch.
Shea Morgan: so, the key question for Christopher will be…did I just tell my story publicly? 😉
Chorus 1: And the little dog, Toto, too!!
Shea Morgan: Then, the frog’s I-phone was run over by a red SUV, but it didn’t matter, as Frog was dead. Shaddai el Chai!
Shea Morgan: But there was to be justice served. The elephant, angered and hurt by Frog’s death, ran, blinded by tears into the highway, where the red SUV bore down on it, yet, a purple Camaro felt the jig was up and swerved to stop the red SUV. At the last moment, the red SUV careened off the mountain ledge, through a pack of Willow trees and ended up face down in the black waters of the Underworld…
Shea Morgan: Message of the story? Don’t screw with the Machinery of the Universe. And, in other news, the Turtle continues on the race…
Chorus 1: Temperance has left the building.
Shea Morgan: And right after she left, all Hades broke loose. Glenda, the good witch, was dissatisfied with her home life. And, she had hunger. Egor, was out late on a wolf hunt. Well, if truth be told, he was a werewolf, and the moon was full. (Cue creepy horror interlude…mental note to self.) She knew, as he was a pathetic werewolf, thus her dissatisfaction with her home life, but I digress, that his hunt would be unsuccessful, and he would show up at her door yet again begging for food.
Shea Morgan: So, Glenda, wishing to shake things up, and wishing to show no Judgment, went to the racetrack. She found what she sought…Turtle. Turtle will make a mighty fine stew for Egor, and get him off my back. And we know what happened to the frog, so this was a critical decision for Glenda. She went back home, and made turtle stew. But there wasn’t enough to make stew.
Shea Morgan: Glenda went outside with a rock. A stone, and yes it came from the crown of the sovereign king from the land of Malkuth. So the townsfolk were restless, having hunted werewolves all night, without success to Glenda’s chagrin, so she enlisted their help. They were all hungry. She said this rock can make great stew. No one understood how a rock could make good stew, but she said it could with the aid of this magick yet half dead turtle. The turtle was listening, but at this point is of no concern – Shaddai el Chai! So she convinced the townsfolk to bring more food for the stew. In the end, there was a great pot of turtle rock soup.
Shea Morgan: But the moral to this story? No, boys and girls, it is not about teamwork and sharing. It is that if you are a werewolf and your wife Glenda makes you turtle rock stew, don’t go fill your belly because the townsfolk still have pitchforks. So, again I ask, what is the moral to this story? Don’t screw with the Machinery of the Universe!
Chorus 1: And now the guys in the white coats have arrived, so Shea has to say good night, all …quick before she kills off the elephant too.
Shea Morgan: How did you know about the elephant?? I mean, are you psychic or something? After the purple Camaro saved Elephant from its imminent demise at the hands, or should I say wheels, of the red SUV that slaughtered Frog, Elephant ran off to join the Circus. He thought some time trying out the giant Wheel that the elephants there walked in might be fun. Boy, wasn’t Elephant mistaken.
Chorus 2: I don’t believe Frog is dead. I think it’s a storyteller’s ruse.
Shea Morgan: Elephant loved his new job. He liked the peanuts. He liked the cute little kids and the nice Circus Master. But the wheel exercises would tire him out so, as Elephant was old and, well, not so wise, just old. He wasn’t, I don’t know, like a hamster. This was a giant Wheel. I mean, like a real Giant’s Wheel, like of the, you know, those Norse Giants whose name begins with “J”…but, that is of no real consequence. The Wheel was big. [Editor’s Note: The Norse giants are Jotun.]
Shea Morgan: As I said, Elephant wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. So, Elephant thought walking on top of the Wheel would be great. What he didn’t realize is the Wheel comes around again. If Elephant wasn’t so overly enthusiastic, having run blindly to the Circus and into the Wheel as he had into the Highway to save Frog, he would have seen this coming. But alas, no. Elephant was crushed by the weight of the Giant’s wheel and is no more.
Shea Morgan: Elephant, his ghost rising to the heavens, to join his mother Luna the Elephant. Shaddai el Chai!
Shea Morgan: So as our second Chorus has pointed out, the story does not end here. No, indeed it does not.
Shea Morgan: Just as Elephant ran willy-nilly to the Wheel and into the Highway to save his friend Frog, whom he loved with all his giant elephant heart. Elephant never learned the importance of verifying truths or science. He never saw Frog’s body, after the alleged Scorpion chased after it, once they got out of the water. The Scorpion merely stunned Frog, so when the red SUV “ran” Frog over, Frog was merely in a stupor in the middle of the road, safely between the wheels of the red SUV. He never quite understood why his friend Elephant ran off to join the Circus, and in fact was quite distraught by being abandoned by his friend Elephant.
Chorus 1: Please let it end. Really.
Shea Morgan: So, Frog sought out Scorpion again. He asked Scorpion to let him take him across the water. Because, why? Frog wanted to kill himself at his distress over his friend. Scorpion, seeing this distress of Frog, said “why yes, Frog, I will ride your back across the river.” And indeed he did. And, Scorpion stung Frog. Frog, having reconsidered his kamikaze stance of suicide at the hands of stupidly having the Scorpion ride his back across the water, asked Scorpion why did he actually do it? “Why did you kill me, Scorpion?” said Frog.
Shea Morgan: Now, you expect Scorpion to say “it’s in my nature”, right? I mean, it is like Aesop’s story after all?
Chorus 1: [Chorus 2], this last part is your fault.
Shea Morgan: Nope. Not a chance. Scorpion said “because I’m sick of your whining and not understanding the Machinery of the Universe. Since I have killed you, by stabbing you with an afflicting poison, you will now become a ghost, travel to Yesod and understand the illusions of your life. After all you caused all this death and destruction by your one act of doing this with me in the first place. One time, you get away with it, two times, no. And you must understand now, and you will when you get there, that there is a grander picture and scheme of the Universe.”
Shea Morgan: Moral? Don’t screw with the Machinery of the Universe.
Shea Morgan: And then, Frog died. The End.
Shea Morgan: Oh, wait…Shaddai el Chai!