Faux pas

The last article about the female Malfoy made me think. I assumed the girl would be brought up with better manners than Draco, because propriety, manners, social standings and histories of important families and their members would be something to always keep in mind. After all, Narcissa was a Black, and they had that family tree posted prominently on the wall. Who is who is the cornerstone of their world. You want to maintain connections, be good with the right people, and even if important families are on the other side in a wizard war, you don’t want to burn the bridges permanently. You want to leave doors open. You don’t want to create mortal enemies with careless words, which is easy to do if you’re ignorant and arrogant.

So then I thought, wouldn’t Draco need to know most of that, as well? And wouldn’t that child have a governess, or a tutor, who would make sure that they know all that when you wake them up at 3AM in the morning, the way Black children were constantly taught that?

Apparently not, because Draco went around making enemies and antagonising people, while honing alliances with the children of Death Eaters. Almost everything he did was a social faux pas of some kind, or he made a fool of himself by making wrong assumptions due to ignorance. For instance, he assumed that Potter is poor because he’s hanging out with the Weasleys. First of all, it’s not going to work as an insult if it’s not even remotely true; Potter is one of the wealthiest people in the world, he could buy a small country if he felt like it. Second, you don’t antagonise the last heir of the only family in the world that can actually threaten yours in stature. Third, if you don’t have anything constructive to say, shut the fuck up. It’s amazing that Malfoy just went around with his two henchmen who were dumber than rocks, and antagonised people. That’s not what noble or wealthy people are supposed to be doing at school. You’re supposed to build connections, alliances, your future network. If you can’t make someone a friend, at least don’t make them an enemy. Stay on neutral terms. Leave the doors open. Whatever you currently think of someone, you’re in the same school. You’re in approximately similar social class. You’re in the same social circle. Be nice to people. If you can’t be nice, be neutral or distant.

Basically, Draco Malfoy is such an unclouth brat, that he really goes out of his way to make enemies of people, and without any need for it whatsoever. It’s amazing. For instance, yeah, mock Potter by saying he’s a little baby crying for his mommy. That’s going to help you with someone whose parents were murdered by your parents’ demonic cult leader, so he had to grow up without them since he was a year old. That sounds like a crash course in things to avoid because you had a tutor as a child, someone who told you what things you should never do unless you want to make enemies for life who will eventually find a way to end you.

Then I cross-referenced the Harry Potter universe with the Salvos universe by Melas Delta, and sure, the nobility there have personal tutors or butlers who take care of their manners, presentation, etiquette and keep them informed about the people they are encountering. Saffron, for instance, is a Lady of the Merryster family, a wealthy noble; she has Matthew, her butler, around her at almost all times, and he watches that she doesn’t do something stupid. Sure, she’s arrogant and I suppose she’s a rich brat like Draco Malfoy, and she addresses servants and subordinates in a pretty arrogant manner, and she’s also whiny, demanding and conceited, at least in the beginning. However, when she meets an important person she doesn’t know, her first assumption is that this might be someone much more important later on, and she’s polite, graceful, and creates a place for a social connection for later on, if that materialises. For instance, when she meets Salvos, Salvos is of very local notoriety, but impressive, and seems to climb the social ladder very aggressively. Saffron is very kind with her, doesn’t act pompous or distant, and creates a friendship that proves to be the most important one she ever made, because when they met again, Salvos was a lvl. 105 Liberator of the Plaguelands, famous and wealthy, and they ended up being roommates in the same school, and soon thereafter Salvos saved her family from Belzu when they would have otherwise all died. So, by acting with poise and tact and befriending a currently marginally important person she made the best move in her entire life. She could as well have told Salvos that she’s not anywhere near important enough for her to talk to, and that would be that.

Later, Saffron teaches Salvos exactly the things somebody should have taught Draco Malfoy – don’t offend people with your careless actions. Treat their emotions with tact. Don’t make enemies. Try to make friends when possible. Cultivate your image as a smart, competent, reasonable and kind person, rather than a foolish, careless idiot who offends people when that brings nothing, and kindness wouldn’t cost you anything really.

Salvos universe, honestly, makes much more sense than the Harry Potter universe in that sense – here, the nobles actually act in a manner that’s constructive if you want to have a good network of social connections, be able to navigate on that network later on by offering services, calling on favours and so on, and not making enemies where that’s not useful or necessary.

Even with enemies, if you can’t actually kill them, it might be a good idea to not annoy them constantly. If you annoy them, they will remember that you’re a problem and focus their attention and energy on destroying or disrupting you. If you leave them alone, they will likely not think of you and do something else that won’t bother you. If someone’s an enemy, insulting them to the point where they make their mission in life to ruin you is the worst you can do.

In the Harry Potter series, Malfoy keeps going out of his way to cultivate his enemy roster. It’s like he has a list of the most important people on the other side of the wizard war, and insults them in ways that will stick. Eventually, his family is defeated, loses its social standing, and barely escapes prison. Well done, mate. 🙂

So, that’s the limit of the Lyra Malfoy thought experiment I made in the last article. If there’s no governess to drill that stuff into the child from early on, and the parents spoil them, the result is Draco Malfoy, and it’s not magically better when it’s gender-swapped. A spoiled girl with poor manners, that commits a social faux-pas with every stupidly arrogant move will still make enemies everywhere.

So, I made certain assumptions in my thought experiment that have no basis in the original books, but I needed them in order to produce a functional person that would make the concept work. I made the assumption that a girl would have more training in social grace, because of one single difference: if Malfoys have only one female child, they will become extinct in the male line. The name Malfoy dies when she’s married. Their wealth and family heritage merges into those of her husband. Absolutely everything depends on the quality of the man she marries. This wouldn’t apply for the male child. As long as he brings in someone decent as his wife, everything is fine. The family name, wealth and fortune continue undisturbed. Draco’s choice of a wife is up to him, and it doesn’t matter, as long as she’s not a muggle-born. He has all the choices in the wizard world. Lyra does not. It has to be someone that could be trusted with the continuation of the Malfoy heritage. There are only a few families important enough for her to marry into, wealthy enough for it not to be a terrible mismatch, and they have male heirs of her age. Harry Potter is firmly entrenched at the first place of that list. He’s descended from the Peverell family that became extinct in the male line, and a Deathly Hallow is his family heirloom. His origins are tied to the roots of the history of the wizard world. His wealth is enormous, and his social clout is even greater.

So, I made an assumption. Narcissa Malfoy, nee Black, who memorized that Black family tree since she was a child, would begin teaching that to her daughter before she’s walking. To a pureblood supremacist like herself, that would be the most important thing in the world to learn. Lyra would learn that the most important thing for her is to marry a person suitable for continuation of their family line, and she would know all the suitable candidates by name, with their entire family history. She would know what Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom and the other one or two candidates had for breakfast when they were five. She would know never to make fun of them, never to hurt them with anything personal enough to stick, never to make fun of Harry Potter for his dead parents, or make fun of Neville Longbottom for his parents being tortured to insanity by her sister.

A boy would be taught that he represents the Malfoy name and needs to hurt their enemies and make them afraid. He would go around and cultivate the enemy roster, regardless of how unwise that is strategically, because he would be a spoiled brat, and that would be because family line depends on him marrying anyone. It doesn’t depend on him marrying a person from a specific, very short list. Lyra would, therefore, be taught better, by her mother, or by a governess. It would be the air she breathes. When she talks to Harry Potter, she knows she’s talking to the single most desirable man for her to marry. She also knows he’s at the very top of the list of family enemies. The way to reconcile the two is to show the flag, but do it in a very precise, tactful way, that will hurt Potter enough to make him reconsider his political position, and yet never hurt him personally in a way that would close that most important door. Lyra would be trained as a supreme diplomat. Her social skills would be dark, but precise and focused. She would be under a lot of stress to maintain all that posturing and facade, and she would have an outlet in Quidditch, where she would get sweaty, dirty, rained on, flown into a wall by Harry, or ploughing his head into the dirt in return, and after they would be patched up in the hospital wing and cleaned up, she would look pristine in her school uniform, with not a hair out of place, and Harry would wonder if that’s even the same person. He would be slightly better than her as a Seeker, because he is better than Draco, and I think it would remain that way with Lyra, but it’s close. What’s not close is the difference in their verbal skills, where she absolutely pulverises him when they have an exchange of quips. His are blunt and emotional, and hers are an icy scalpel. She would politely greet him in the corridor, look at Hermione beside him, and say “You have a very nice pet hamster, Potter. Did you buy it at Diagon Alley, or did it follow you home on its own?”, to which he would fume impotently trying to figure out a way to defend his friend’s honour, but nothing coherent would come out, to great entertainment of the crowd. He also wouldn’t have the option to kick her teeth in, the way he would with Draco. With a girl who never got into his face, remained calm, poised and at a polite distance, physical violence is never an option. There’s no exchange of ambushes that end up with bloody heads, no wand duels. She never draws a wand at him, ever, until that fateful day in the bathroom, which is why that would have a devastating impact on him later. They don’t have a history of violence between them outside of Quidditch court, and that’s always contained within the rules of the sport. The first ever violence between them is her using Cruciatus curse, but interrupted by a faster duelist using Sectumsempra, slaughtering her and having her survive only because the spell missed her neck, and because Snape happened to be nearby. Harry would not be able to brush that one away the way he could with Draco – it was war, he was dealing with a Death Eater who conspired to kill Dumbledore and let a horde of Death Eaters into Hogwarts. They had a history of violent encounters between them, and Draco was using Crucio as his opening move. Sure, Harry wouldn’t have used Sectumsempra had he known what an evil spell that is, and that thing is so evil you get to Azkaban for using it on a human. Using it on Draco was really bad, but he managed to get past it. Using it against that dignified, capable girl, who never before even thought of violence against him, because she was defensive about being caught crying in a girl’s bathroom, and reducing her to drowning in her own pooling blood on the floor, that’s something you don’t just get over, that’s an injury you can repay only if you marry her and care for her your entire life. That event changes things between them forever, because here, Harry loses his white knight aura. He always assumes he’s the good guy, the enemy is the bad guy, and things never change. Now, he did something that makes him the bad guy in his own eyes. Lyra was trying to keep herself and her parents alive when they were the hostages of Voldemort in their own home, and she was crying because she was forced to do something she didn’t want to, but if she didn’t, her family would be killed for treason. It’s not exactly an enemy he imagined, and seeing her bleeding on the floor didn’t make him feel like a white night slaughtering a dragon, it made him feel like Jack the Ripper.

Honestly, I don’t know how he didn’t guess what that spell does – its name translates to “be sliced apart forever”, which can’t be good however you put it. I think the reason why Potter used it was because Malfoy’s use of Crucio put him in the same mode he was in the last time that was used against him, by Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange. That spell means fight to the death for him, and he used the worst thing he had at the top of his tongue. It turned out to be much worse than he intended.

So, here’s where the things between them change. He no longer feels like a victim of a cold Princess who insults his friends. He feels he owes her, big time. So, he sees her future actions with much more understanding and less judgment than he used to. He already saw through Voldemort’s eyes that her family are prisoners in their own home, and now that really clicks. He starts feeling for her, and understands what a terrible position she is in, and only trying to save her family now. It’s no longer an ideological war, where she’s at the opposite side. Sure, her parents kind of had it coming, but she’s innocent in all this, and was always just trying to be a good daughter. Also, when he and his friends were captured and brought to Malfoy Manor, she refused to positively identify him, risking everything to save him, thus putting him into even more debt – and the look she gave him, meaning “please win”, felt like complete surrender. Harry is very intuitive in a crisis, and he read everything in that look; it was a look of a wife putting all her trust in her husband. Her life, her family, her entire future. There was no longer any balancing between the two lists, and he understood then that he could always feel some of that look in her, and it always haunted him because he couldn’t figure it out. He could never figure out why her insults always tore at everything around him, while making a protective shell around him, making him feel precious. Her insults made him feel like a great noble Lord who is demeaning himself by the company he keeps, and it would have been so much easier for her to tear at him personally, with how good she was at it, and how vulnerable he was. Others did it all the time, but never her.

When he returned to Hogwarts in search of the Horcrux and students had to choose sides, she came to his side without hesitation, without a second thought. No drama; she held his hand briefly, but the intimacy of that moment was staggering, because in their hearts they were already married at that point. And then he went to the woods alone to be killed, and she had to watch Hagrid bringing him there as if dead, and she had to watch.

Later, he would joke that he owes her three times over, for the bathroom, for the Manor, and for putting her through that. She got serious. “No, that’s not true. In the bathroom, I had it coming. I used Crucio against you, and when my mind turned on enough to realise what I had done, I felt I had it coming. I deserved to be hit by that horror. It was also a payback for all the insults over the years, when I felt I had to be terrible with you because you’re the enemy and I had to show the family colours. I deserved punishment. Also, when I refused to identify you, I was already on your side in the war. I was not saving an enemy, I was just doing the only thing I could in the war against that evil. I couldn’t do it openly yet, but don’t think I changed sides only when I could openly stand at your side. I was almost there even before the bathroom, and I was definitely there after Dumbledore’s death. We just didn’t get to talk, and my parents were prisoners. But for putting me through those moments when I thought you were dead, you will repay me for as long as you live”.

But of course, this ending would only be realistic if Lyra received a proper upbringing, of the kind Saffron received in the Salvos universe. Saffron can be seen acting as entitled and arrogant as Draco. She’s also a coward who freezes and freaks out when she’s physically threatened. However, Saffron was taught proper behaviour and she had Matthew to make sure she behaved. A properly raised Malfoy girl would still be a pompous, arrogant, spoiled little Princess, but she would also be taught what you never do. You never strike at soft targets when the person you’re arguing with is someone whose children you might want to bear one day, and this needs to be the undertone of every argument with male heirs of noble families you will ever have. If you want to preserve your status as a Lady, you need to address a heir of a noble family as a Lord. He might currently be your enemy, but those things can change, and his status as high nobility remains. A boy would be taught to just show the family flag to the enemy. A girl would be taught that as well, but also that there are only a few people who can be trusted to carry that flag and keep her family in a place of honour with her at their side. If you insult such a man in a way that will stay with him forever, you may just have destroyed your family’s future.

So, there’s the limit of the gender-swap. It would only work if the girl was brought up properly and learned to be considerate and mindful of those things since early childhood. A Malfoy boy at 10 can be a spoiled brat. A Malfoy girl at 10 is also a spoiled brat, but she’s had it hammered into her head the exact names of boys she is never, ever allowed to be a spoiled brat with. With them, even if they are currently enemies, she needs to be respectful and considerate. Sure, she would insult Ron and Hermione horribly, demeaning their humanity in every way. Harry would be so mad he’d go pound a pillow in his bedroom until his hand hurt. But the infuriating part would be the way she greeted him every time, before proceeding to tear at his friends. There was something in her stance that made him feel precious, respected and cherished, and he couldn’t understand how that can coexist with the vitriolic contempt she has for his friends. So, that’s the difference that would have to exist for them to be romantically involved later, because we have to have in mind that Harry and Draco never really became good friends, despite being allies in war at some point. They were polite and cordial, but that was it. In order for there to be more, you can’t just make Malfoy into a cute girl and expect that to override everything, because it wouldn’t. You can’t have that girl be disrespectful and demeaning to him personally, insult his mother and ridicule his deep wounds, and expect them to get over it just because hormones are flaring. You can’t have her be a total bitch and have him like her. There must be that something that’s haunting him from early childhood, where she never tears at his obvious soft spots despite having the ability to do so. There must be the fact that she never hits him, she never fires a hex at him in anger, never gets into his face, despite the fact that she could. He needs to keep wondering why, despite being angry at her, and despite knowing she’s the enemy. She needs to be very precise and selective about being an entitled bitch. Saffron is an excellent example of a character of that kind, written well.

Malfoid

I found a new trend on the Internet – the Harry Potter fans are going crazy over the concept of a gender-swapped Draco Malfoy. Apparently, a spoiled crybully little shit is suddenly hot if it’s a cute looking girl. The idea is, the Malfoyette is still the same nasty shit as in the books and movies, but eventually as Voldemort turns on her family she and Harry have a rivals-to-lovers arc and end up married.

At first, my reaction was sure, why not, it could work. The second reaction was, well, despite all the pop culture and fringe forum lore on the Internet, boys don’t actually like the girls who bully them because they are too cowardly to be feminine with them. It’s actually a red flag for boys, because you never want to have that at home. A person who’s too cowardly to talk to you directly about how she’s feeling, and instead attacks you, blames you, makes your life a living hell in hope you’ll somehow figure out what she’s actually thinking and being too cowardly to admit, and you’ll magically take charge and make everything great, because that’s what a true man would do – and of course while you fail to read her insane mind, she keeps telling you how much you suck as a man.

As I said, women like that are a red flag. Men who marry them always regret it, because no amount of hot can fix crazy. Also, bossy women are a thing in Lesbian and beta-male circles, but normal men find them horribly unattractive – they are basically men with boobs, and we’re not into men. So, the Malfoyette, or Malfoid as she’s called online, would be a double red flag for Harry. He’s into a combination of kind, loving, straightforward and competent. He can’t stand cowards who can’t state their mind clearly, isn’t into double-faced games, and is actually superficial in a sense that he accepts things at face value. If you tell him you hate him, he’ll accept that you’re an enemy. If you smile at him and are polite and friendly, he’ll appreciate you and be your friend. He won’t bother cutting through seven veils of nasty, hostile, bullying, cowardly and deceptive to discover that a mean girl actually likes him. So, won’t work.

However, then I thought of the third layer and decided why it could actually work. You see, you can’t just gender-swap a character and have them be realistic. That’s the delusion of the LGBT ideologues – that women are just men with different sexual hardware that were brought up to “present female”. That’s nonsense; women are a completely different thing, and are brought up as a completely different thing because they are, and people used to be reasonable enough about that, but today it seems to be a radical idea for some stupid reason. Sure, the Malfoy girl would be brought up to believe she’s special because she’s the sole heiress of the wealthiest pure-blood wizard family. However, that’s exactly the thing – they are pure-bloods. When they have a child, they start planning marriage within other pure-bloods when the child is still in diapers. Malfoys would be strategising around whom she should marry before she could walk. The only candidates would be other pure-blood and wealthy half-blood families. The Weaslies are pure-bloods, but also poor as dirt. They hate them on principle. The Blacks have no heir; the family endpoint in the male line is Sirius. Lestranges have no children. Crouches have no children. The best options for their daughter would be Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter. Of those, Harry Potter is the wealthiest, most famous and most reputable. His wealth is probably a close third, behind the Malfoys and Lestranges, and he later inherited the Black family wealth, bringing him to a close number two. They would see him as an obvious choice, and not as a family rival which was the case if they had a son. In either case, the child would be brought up hearing things that indicate either family approval or disapproval of other families and their heirs, and Malfoyette would keep feeling approval of Harry Potter. Sure, they have their Death Eater nonsense and pure-blood supremacism mixed with everything, but their girl would be subtly steered in the direction of those three boys from early infancy.

So, everything else would work similarly; she’d be a spoiled little shit, only in a skirt, and she’d try to make friends with Harry and antagonise his other friends, and he’d see her for what she is and politely tell her to piss off. That rejection would make her pride go ballistic and they would become rivals in everything and she’d try to make his life miserable for rejecting her. It would actually work better than with Draco, who feels like a gay little shit when he does it. Men don’t actually act like scorned girls when other men reject them, they shrug and don’t give a fuck.

Also, she wouldn’t be named Draco or Dracona or some similar bullshit. She would be named according to some other constellation that sounds feminine but regal. Lyra, Andromeda, Cassiopeia. Lyra actually sounds most likely since Andromeda Tonks already exists and Cassiopeia sounds hard to pronounce. See how that works? You can’t just gender-swap a guy to a girl and have everything remain the same. Everything is different. So, the Malfoyette gets to be Lyra Malfoy. Sure, she gets to be a pompous, entitled little shit, but she would be brought up to be a feminine, dignified, entitled little shit – the Malfoy princess. Harry would find that supremely unattractive and would hate her guts, so one would expect the rest of the books to be the same, with the rivalry, mocking and all, but I wonder whether that’s realistic, since this girl would see it below her feminine dignity to compete with a boy trying to get his attention and approval. Sure, her pride would be hurt, but she would go about it some other way. The quidditch rivalry would likely be the same, but she would be unlikely to just go and bully him for attention. Possible, but unlikely. What would be different is that her parents would steer her in the direction of Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory, since Neville Longbottom looked like an insecure loser. She would date Cedric to make Harry jealous, for instance, and would be mad when it wouldn’t work. However, when Cedric gets killed everything would change. She’d get really shaken, and she’d absorb the reaction of her parents who would also be shaken because now, Harry Potter is both the best husband-candidate for their daughter, and an obvious enemy of the Dark Lord, and also her daughter’s school rival. There would be quite a circus around that, and she would feel it, because she’s highly attuned to her family. Also, Harry would feel survivor’s guilt and see her struggling and would be sorry for her, so his feeling for her would change when he sees a vulnerable person under all that armour. Also, later on, when she’s struggling because Voldemort wants her to kill Dumbledore and her family is taken hostage, Harry would be more likely to feel for her, rather than see a threat manifesting. But it would be when she catches her in the bathroom, she instinctively tries to hit him with the cruciatus curse, and he instinctively responds with sectumsempra and essentially slices her body into shreds, and he feels extremely guilty about it, that’s where they would actually connect if Malfoy was a girl. I think they would start secretly dating after she fails to kill Dumbledore and Snape takes over, and they would both be broken from it all, but the death eater family situation wouldn’t be resolved until the final battle, where Harry actually gets support from Draco and is saved by Narcissa lying about him being dead; with the gender swap, they would become a couple at that point, because him and Ginny have as much chemistry together as water and oil.

So yeah, I guess it might work. The thing is, Harry doesn’t actually understand his social status in the wizard community. Sure, he understands he’s famous, mostly for the wrong reasons, but he doesn’t understand how his wealth is perceived. He was brought up as a destitute orphan and instinctively sees himself as the underdog in every situation, and sees powerful people as bullies and assholes. He doesn’t understand that he’s second wealthiest ancient family heir out there. That’s what would make it hard for him to have feelings for a spoiled little princess. However, when the girl in question is vulnerable and all that arrogance and shielding are removed, he would feel protective and that’s when things would happen. Also, her family lost all their standing after the war, although their wealth remained. They barely escaped imprisonment, mostly due to his testimony. They would no longer feel like the enemy – basically, the more powerful Dursleys, which is why he initially disliked Draco; he felt like Dudley. But when he understands that he sliced up a desperate, crying girl who got instinctively defensive with a slaughter spell, I think his self-righteousness and projection would permanently end there and he would see himself as a bully and he wouldn’t like it one bit.

I would rate the concept as possible, but needs work in order to be truly plausible. 🙂

Message

When the “guys up there” are having me transcribe those visions, there’s a layered message to all that.

The first part is obvious – they want to show what they are like, and what their world is like. You have all been exposed to satanic propaganda for centuries, and everybody has been telling you that everything satanic is progressive, while everything Divine is backward, boring, stupid, restrictive and whatever. Also, everybody keeps telling you that heaven is boring while hell is one big party; that God is judgmental and mean, and Satan wants everybody to be free and have rights and what not. You have rights here; wow, good for you. You can keep them if you stay here. There, leave the concept at the door because nobody is playing that game. They have love and duty, not rights. You also don’t actually have rights; it’s just that Satan convinced you that you do. The same guys who made up rights are currently working on depopulation. You tell me what that means.

About all kinds of narcissistic religions whose adherents expect to find their own monoculture in heaven. If you expect to find Jesus surrounded by good Christians, you’re in for a surprise. You will find some of what you expect, sometimes quite literally; but on the other hand, other things will completely contradict your beliefs. I’ve seen Christians online daring people to blaspheme Vishnu in order to prove they’re not Hindus. This is hellish mentality, and don’t be surprised if nobody finds the joke funny. Christ himself would rather be crucified again for the rest of eternity than blaspheme Vishnu. I guarantee you that, and if you doubt it, go ask him. I fucking dare you, go to Christ and put my words into question, and see what happens. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled with you, since you think you’re his beloved flock. I, on the other hand, who am I even? His uncle?

I’m trying very hard to be detached about it, just write it down like it’s about someone else. People mention crying while reading it. I’d be doing nothing but crying if I allowed myself to really think about the layer where it’s all a love letter from my family, where they speak about me, share their memories of me and my wife, and so on. I’m trying really hard not to think about it now, before my job here is done. It’s too personal.

This is obviously all to prepare you for what is to come. Take it to heart.

Process

When I was writing the book, I didn’t actually know what was coming next, and sometimes I was itching to find out as much as any reader. For instance, I didn’t initially know who Jesus will be, who Mary will be; when it happened to write itself, I was sitting there and thinking “wow”. I didn’t know that.

I spent quite a few days in the beginning thinking how to portray the Gods; I knew I had to make them human, but I also knew it can’t be completely human because they are always fluid; “human” is too static to actually portray a real picture. Also, I intentionally omitted some parts of “human” that seemed incompatible; they don’t do sex the human way because they have better ways of forming connection. I intentionally skipped too detailed descriptions of their human-like appearance, because in my experience, what they are does communicate human things, but in different ways. A Goddess feels like a woman, but there’s never a sound of her voice or appearance of a female body that would need to create that impression. It’s just obvious from the presence. That’s why I didn’t get into details of their physical appearance, because there actually isn’t one, not in the way we’re used to, on Earth. It’s not like you see a female form and hear a female voice and then you conclude there’s a female being talking to you. No – there’s a female presence in your consciousness and you don’t need a voice or an image to know. I know this will sound weird to people who haven’t experienced it, but sex not only isn’t a social construct, it’s not even a physical thing. It’a a spiritual thing so profound, that physical matter can’t work without adhering to it almost exactly. So, how do you explain what a Goddess feels like without getting much into the details of things that don’t even exist up there? Also, how do I show how different they all are to each other, but show that each and every one is perfect? As I said, it took me a while. I decided to portray them as European nobility and royalty from the past centuries, because it felt right – respect and form of behaviour that doesn’t go away with familiarity. The fact that those people know each other for eons, any they still address each other with Titles and with huge respect. There’s an undertone of that in the Bhagavad-gita and Bhagavata-purana, but I didn’t want to go down the ridiculous path of the Hare Krishnas who mix Indian culture and customs with theology to a ridiculous point. So, I made them have Indian names but behave like European royalty and aristocracy. Only then I added the casual layer, because it’s real. However, the way they are casual with each other is more how the 19th century aristocracy would understand it, not the way people understand it now. The wife brings her husband coffee and curtsies. The man accepts the cup and bows. Everything is respectful, because it’s their love language. You’re casual, but you love the person by respecting them in everything they are. Everybody is different, there’s no concept of equality, but they see the other person and shower them with respect, and that’s how the love is communicated. There are different relationships, and they are usually permanent. For instance, Kay sees the Primordials as her parents, and that persists over eons. She was a young Goddess when the first casualties came from the Earth, and she still maintains that same relationship, eons later. There’s no “growing out” of it. The relationship is incredibly intimate, and it’s what they are. Also, the intimacy of the relationship is initiated by the seniors, because that’s how respect works. You don’t get to say “oh, I’d like to visualise God as my parent”. Doesn’t work that way. When you’re in the presence of God, God initiates the relationship and tells you what you are to each other. Kay initially thought of herself as a maid-servant, but her Mistress upgraded the relationship to mother-daughter, and the other Primordials nodded and joined in. Something can begin as a joke, for instance Carol joking with Lakshmi that he must be her son because he spent centuries in her womb, and she thought about it, nodded and started treating him as her son, for real. Not a joke anymore. The Primordial initiated the relationship and it’s real now, like any Title they can choose to grant. A junior person can’t just proclaim themselves something; that’s offensive, impudent and causes a spiritual degradation and apostasy. They can’t approach the Gods casually because they see Gods approaching each other casually. That stuff is earned; it’s not free, and there’s no egalitarianism. There are no rights. Someone like Kay earned her privileges and was granted them by the Primordials. Now she can do things you can’t, because she’s family. She can approach Lord Vishnu the same way her younger brother Christ could, and ask him about his intimate thoughts, and he reciprocates. If you tried it, you would commit a grave offence and would be thrown out. You’re not allowed. You don’t have the privilege, and rights don’t exist. You see Lord Vishnu and a cute girl holding hands and walking, and you think that’s normal – but it’s normal for them. She’s older than Earth. She’s older than Christ. She’s one of the first two persons who become Gods after the Primordials. She is the one who revealed the intimate thoughts of God, and was granted special Titles. She just looks like a teenage girl, but she’s one of the most formidable persons even among the Gods. She just likes being her daddy’s little girl. Other than that, she can make a Universe or destroy one without batting hey cute eyelashes. She’s ancient, frighteningly powerful and formidable, and she’s been holding her daddy’s hand ten thousand years before you were born, and will keep doing so when you’re either dust, or an ancient angel, or a God in your own right, and she’ll still look like a teenage girl in a frilly dress. I might as well have called her Sarasvati, and nicknamed her Sara. It probably would have been more accurate, but I like fucking with people’s expectations, so I called her Karen, made it into Karuna, and shortened it to Kay.

Respect is the love language of the Gods. Disrespect is the nature of Satan. Have that in mind.

The part where I repeat over and over again the respectful nature of their relationship isn’t an accident. I wanted to drill it into your heads even at the cost of being repetitive. It’s the most important lesson you will ever learn. Nothing matters more. You don’t get to presume. Familiarity doesn’t breed contempt. Husbands address their wife with “my Lady”, wives address their husband with “my Lord”. They mean it every single time. Demons address each other with “bro”, “bitch” or “dog”. Gods address their ancient friend with “Great Lord” or “my Wonderful Lady”. They know each other since Time was a new thing, and they still address each other as the most respected, wonderful person it is their great honour to know and be friends with. They don’t take each other for granted, and the relationship never gets “old” or wears out. They made love to their wife a zillion times and they still bow to her when she enters the room, and she still curtsies and blushes in return. A God addresses the Primordial Goddess with “Holy Mother”. They might be extremely intimate and know each other’s every thought and confide in each other for eons, but this form remains because it’s their love language. Love communicates as respect, and as voluntary submission. You don’t claim rights, and you don’t presume, ever. Even someone as direct and casual as Kay doesn’t just do it with everybody – for instance, she and the Tibetans get to know each other really well before she starts messing with them in an intimate sisterly way. They know she’s the Ancient and Terrible Goddess of Wisdom. She knows they are the Formidable Teachers of the Gods. They communicated deep respect and recognition. And then they fell into a form of relationship that Kay, as a senior, initiated, and it became their love language. You can’t emulate that relationship as an outsider. For instance, Albert and Hilde bow respectfully to their guru Jess, they obey her every word, and they see her as their absolute senior, which she is. The fact that Kay sometimes comes to bring coffee to Jess, tickles her, ruffles her hair, hugs her and runs away to “molest” her next target, is something they watch with a combination of deep respect and appreciation of how funny it is, but they would never presume to have the same privileges. If Jess initiated it, then that would be allowed. To them, both girls are the respected elders, regardless of the fact that they look like young women and have their own private love language.

I think it was all a lesson to those people who have read one of those books on vedanta or tantra where they’re instructed to just visualise any relationship with the Gods that they like, including a sexual one, and it’s all fine. Of course it’s not fine. When I said, decades ago, that you should meditate on the form of God closest to you, I never meant you should presume anything of the sort. After all, I would never dare to do it. To me, a solution to that equation was to imagine Christ in his greatest glory, during the sermon on the Mount, where the glory of God manifested through him and he spoke the Word of God. That’s how I received my first truly powerful spiritual experience of the pure Divine Bliss. Where the Angels tremble with respect, you don’t get to pull your dick out and wank. When Christ addresses Lord Vishnu as “Father”, you don’t get to do that. The respectful way to do it is to remember his many glorious qualities and praise Him. To an Ancient Goddess he might be Daddy. To you, he’s Almighty and Glorious Lord God. Only if he smiles at you, tells you to get up, and calls you “Son”, do you get to call him “Father”. That’s how that works. When you’re respectful, the Divine Bliss goes through you and elevates you. When you’re disrespectful, Divine Bliss avoids you and you wither in your darkness of choice.

 

Forms

In the book, I tried to portray Gods as humans. I think it should be perfectly clear that this is not what they actually look like. Their actual appearance is something like a flowing crystalline light, hard like diamond and yet not static, the way matter in a star is denser than a rock and yet it flows like a liquid or a gas. This light tells you things as it flows and moves, you look at it and you understand its nature, its intent, its power and, in reality, it can shape itself into something quite human if need be. It can shape itself into a completely anthropomorphic shape that again tells you things, and yet this shape can instantly transform into something else if need be. I used that moment when a God or a Goddess can appear completely human, and worked a story around that, as if that were their normal and not exceptional shape. It’s not really invented out of nothing – I just adjusted things to make the storytelling possible. There’s only so much you can tell about flowing crystalline light before people lose you. However, if I write it as a young girl in a summer dress dancing in a meadow, I’m getting your attention. 🙂

I also kept my description of energies limited because after a certain point, they will mean nothing. The difference between a crystalline structure of an Angel and a God is deliberately left unclear, mostly because the Angels are already being beyond human comprehension, and Gods are beyond angelic comprehension. I kept them both simple and mysterious in a way. It’s obvious that they are incredibly powerful, but it’s also obvious that power and family don’t mix. There are no power dynamics. Sure, everybody knows who their seniors are, and there’s incredible respect for them, but the seniors themselves keep their power invisible for the most part. However, this attempt to appear normal and not scary is what makes others respect them even more, not less.

The difference in energy colour of angels, from pale blue through deep blue and indigo to violet and ultraviolet is comparable to a difference humans would understand as that between a child, a normal adult person and an incredibly powerful, influential person – rector of the university, president or monarch, incredibly wealthy person. They all exist within the same species, but everybody understands the differences.

What would their human forms look like? Well, Lord Vishnu would look like a tall, handsome, powerful man in an expensive navy suit. Lady Lakshmi looks like the most beautiful brunette imaginable, tall, dignified, in that dress Lady Shakti made for her, that is an artefact of highest Divine Magic. They both look completely unreal in their magnificence – stately, dignified, but normal, kind and approachable. Lord Vishnu doesn’t look like a politician, or a billionaire, though. He looks like a soldier, of the kind that fight their own battles; someone incredibly strong, focused, experienced, like a special forces commander who became a general, and then became an ambassador or a president, only more.

Lord Shiva looks like a normal guy in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. He is very intentional about appearing normal, non-intimidating, comforting and calming, because he knows how easy it would be for people to be terrified by him. His wife, Lady Shakti, has a very deliberate look of a supermodel who dresses down to look like the girl next door; imagine Virginia Madsen from “Electric Dreams” and “Dune”, barefoot and in a white summer dress. Tall blonde, blue eyes, calm, simple, modest bearing. They both have a look of someone who tries very hard not to crush the world by existing too hard.

Lord Azazel wears all black – black shoes, black pants, silky black shirt, purple tie; it’s his internal joke on being a former black demon. He looks like someone who is driven in a cadre of black armoured SUVs with tinted windows and followed by bodyguards, someone who owns JP Morgan Chase or something like it. Only, much more powerful, and doesn’t actually need bodyguards and cars. He’s tall, calm, supremely collected, always observing and thinking ahead, silent unless he has something to say, and when he does, it always counts. His wife, Lady Karuna, is a head shorter than him, looks like a teenager in a frilly summer dress, walking between skip and a dance, smiling and lovely.

Lord Azrael and Lady Hypatia look like stately supreme court judges. They look middle aged, with gray hair, and in dignified robes.

Lady Zina looks like a short Jewish lady in her forties, dressed in something with deep blue and purple hues. Her appearance is motherly, non-intimidating, kind and feeling like home. Lord Buddha looks like a normal, dignified, calm and collected middle-aged man, at complete peace with himself, observing things, and occasionally making a comment that goes straight to the point.

Shankaracharya looks like a modern saddhu – meaning, he wears something that blends in the background, not attracting attention to himself, looking like a gray man blending in. Nothing ostentatious, nothing out of the ordinary, but feels very much like Buddha; sharp, crisp mind, total observation, accurate conclusions, uncompromised adherence to the truth, wherever it leads. His wife, Zeb-un-Nissa, looks like an upper-class Hindu woman dressed in modern, Western-like clothes with slight Indian hints; classy, calm, quiet, of profound and piercing intellect and deep, settled emotions.

Lady Grace looks like a supermodel in office clothes, dressed like a junior partner in a high end law firm. She looks like God’s secretary who’s also a Goddess. Her long, brown hair is usually tied back in a bun, she’s tall, confident but mellow and kind, at peace with herself in a way that radiates like a specific energy, and everything about her says “perfection”. Her husband, Carol, looks like an engineer or a professor at MIT, normal pants and shirt, relaxed and somewhat geeky, but with an aura of confidence of someone who made a terrible mistake, was forgiven and saved despite himself, and is now loved and accepted by the most important people in the world.

Peter and Paul look like working-class men, simple, modest and yet strikingly dignified, of deep experience and authority. Clare of Montefalco and Catherine of Siena look like classy Italian women, dressed in comfortable clothes of light colours, modest, dignified and of profound depth and class. Bernard Gui looks like a judge/inquisitor; bright, sharp, focused, taking no shit from anyone, seeing through all guises and deceptions, dutiful, diligent and eminently righteous. He wears formal clothes, acts seriously, leaves an impression of someone you don’t fuck with, but also someone who would much rather teach and forgive than condemn. He looks like a middle-aged judge in formal attire, basically.

Augustine looks like something between a bishop and a rector of the university; something like JRR Tolkien, I guess. His wife looks frilly, dynamic, young – in her late 20s or early 30s, in a dress of bright colours, joyful mood and a bright, ecstatic smile of deep happiness and being home.

Theresa and Juan look like a modern-dressed Spanish couple in their thirties. They look settled, deeply happy, relaxed yet disciplined, constrained yet free.

The Tibetans look modern, casual, dressed in something between Western and Indian style. They look young, in their twenties; calm, collected and beautiful, with the depth of technical expertise that makes other Gods come to them for counsel. The women are as similar as they are different; they both look like variations on the appearance of Lady Shakti, who was their original template, while the man looks like a variation on Lord Shiva.

The Germans – Berfrid, Isalde, Albert and Hilde – look like a modern German family with slight hints of the Tibetan lineage in colours and shapes of their outfits. They are serene, casual, with deep expertise and immense power.

Christ looks stereotypically Christ-like – tall, long hair, strikingly deep eyes, the red jewel in his heart, but he’s dressed in a more modern attire, something casual enough to be relaxing, and yet formal enough to look profoundly dignified. Maria Magdalena is an amazingly beautiful brunette, shorter than Christ, dressed in modern western clothes – jeans and a white shirt, for instance – who is usually silent until she has something to say, and when she does, it’s the Word of God, and not even the Primordials have anything to add. She keeps mostly with Christ, Vishnu and Lakshmi and meditates; she’s a very private, modest person of great depth, but when she shows herself, her depth and power leave everybody stunned.

When Lakshmi acts in her alias of Mary, she dresses down, appearing normal and motherly, and yet profoundly beautiful, calm and collected. She manages to balance the look that’s both a carpenter’s wife and the Queen of Heaven.

Of course, don’t take the forms too seriously, but that’s what I had in mind. 🙂