Robin Roundabout [There is Nothing Left to Say (On The Invisibles)]

Hello, again.

Robert Graves cast myth in a mold of his own interests and anxieties, and that is how we get Maiden-Mother-Crone as a universal archetypical structure cross-cultural, accultural, pre-cultural and global. It ain’t and never has it been. Jung and Frazer and other colonists of the mind, history, and literature have been optimists, as best.

On the other hand "God" is a verbal image.
- Carl Jung

The Hero’s Journey limits more than it delimits. Reducing Hebrew cultural, among others, to something of western Europe or those territories and their offshore accounts, weakens more than it affirms.

To ends, I wanted to start out There is Nothing Left to Say (On The Invisibles)’s second section with a set of women from The Invisibles who do not form a clean Triple Goddess or reformist Hecate. This doubles as a reorientation from traditional examination of the comic and world as a linearity or overlapping of Tom, Jack, and Gideon, the three Englishmen magicians. Later on, we will address those three characters in order to twist our kaleidoscope again, addressing why we may first see them as English, magicians; men.

Boy is frequently critiqued as the most ill-used of the major characters. Olga, or Helga, is criticized for being a late and unplanned addition to a well-established cast. Robin is either too complex or too simple, for too many.

I love them all. Flaws and all. Or, all and flaws.

“I should not worry about all this localization talk. It's practically all foolishness and a remnant of the old brain mythology…”
- Carl Jung

This section’s first three chapters are also a perversion of invocations of Babalon, and Babalon rites, which will send us on, in the next three, through a Pepper’s Ghost moonchild. Let us all go to Pepperland, Children!

In whatever sense you want about the modern magick concept of Babalon, there is no need of an invoking, a calling, or a mating and reproduction ritual. These are tests of individuals, maybe, and groups, but everything is. It is a little more than silly. Poke yourself with a pin and get it out of your system.

Moonchildren are silly. Look to the one or two in The Invisibles. The one in the balaclava looks like he’d be good for a laugh.

Robin Roundabout

I have written more about Ragged Robin than anyone else in The Invisibles, over the course of my career. I have always liked her. She is the demonstration of how wonderful, powerful, and gleeful Mary Sue can be.