Divine intervention

If the gods are real, why don’t they intervene in my life—preferably for the better? As reported, the Bedouins used to hold that wise men were turned into stars that liked to rove around the place—per Hartsfell, we know that’s real. So men like Guénon and Crowley apotheosised into stars—so they’re out there, could help you potentially (sometime last year I maintain Crowley made me spill my coffee, the old rascal).

Okay, so why don’t they help—even when I ask them for help? Consider your position if you’re Pharaoh Khafre—several thousand years ago your pyramid, which is a giant star gate, turned you into a star. So there you are, you’ve been about, on the astral plane, for thousands of years now. Mortals ask you for help—how do you respond?

You know how as you age your perspective changes? Certain things don’t seem so urgent—certain things don’t need to be rushed, in fact it seems like people rush things all the time and make terrible mistakes. It seems like most of the time it’s best to do nothing—and, further, it seems that what young people want is mostly foolish and will mostly disappoint them.

Okay, now imagine that sensation expanded out not just from age 70 but to age 2,675 (or more—for the older wise men). From their perspective, what you want is probably a bad idea—what you pray for is probably a negative idea. It’s most likely you’re after money, social status, sex—or success in some enterprise. Rather like a 17 y.o. who wishes he had a BMW, it’s quite obvious to the wise men in the stars that what you think you want will probably kill or cripple you.

So they’re not going to give it to you.

That’s not to say they don’t intervene, that the gods don’t intervene. “Oh, that’s good!”. How might they intervene? Well, it turns out, that from the wise perspective, what’s really useful is to suffer. No, really—it builds character. “I don’t like where this is going.”

No, well, so if the gods or wise men deign to involve themselves in the affairs of mortals at all—affairs which already seem petty, from the Aeonic perspective—then they’re likely to intervene in such a way that you lose all your money, social status, and friends (perhaps are struck down by a terrible disease).

This doesn’t sound helpful.

I think you need to take the long view, you’re too caught up in a life that it’s highly likely will not even last a century—from the long-term perspective, most things you think are problems and most things you think you want turn out to be unimportant (or, if negative events, turn out, in some way, to be just what you needed to get onto a better path).

As Ted Hughes said, “The worst things to experience are the best to remember,” so why would you want an easy pleasant life—why would the gods give you that?

Well, that’s not to say they can’t do kind things, be commanded to do kind things even, but just remember that it’s all about perspective—from a certain perspective what you want is a mistake, and, as with your misfortunes, isn’t that important really.