The Magician
A Song Andrew Sweeny
A Diversion from Our Usual Program.
This is a song about the eternal adolescent—the Puer aeternus, the creator, the magician. He initiates us, gives us the tools, and imparts the right kinds of risks—the spiritual meaning and means—to orient us toward The Work through proper education. He teaches us the magic that restores, rejuvenates, and enlivens—beyond video games and TikTok. In this age of fragmentation, the adolescent gathers the broken pieces and begins to reassemble them. His work is preparation for initiation—for the puzzle, the exam, the epic task. Our job is to keep him alive within ourselves—to awaken the one who can access that spiritual energy and do The Work. Anyhow, the words say it better:
Lyrics
The Magician
Don’t dance out on the ledge, don’t walk out on the moon
There is no political solution. There is nothing you can do
But keep your eyes on the task, your shoulder to the wheel
We are tied up to the mast, on this ship of mystery
With your golden hair tumbling to the golden ground
Only bright innocence makes the world go around
No shepherd can bind you, no terrors make you bleed
With this strange music on the waves, this ship of mystery
My magician, the adolescent flame
My magician, the giver of names
My magician, the sobbing in my throat
My magician, help me carry this goat
The task it is not a burden when joy is the rudder
The heart seems to soar, and archangels stutter
There are pearls in the deep, in the jagged cruel sea
Keep humble in your task, unruly and free
Don’t get caught up in the static, don’t believe what you are told
The gambler is forgiven, the coward dies alone
Keep your fire burning, make your sacrifices clean
And things will happen to you, beyond your wildest dreams
🎵 Music by Andrew Sweeny
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