Thursday, May 14, 2009

LOST Prologue 04: Deep Magic

"In my Father's house there are many rooms."

-John 14


“It means,” said Aslan, “that though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back, into the stillness and the darkness before Time dawned, she would have read there a different incantation. She would have known that when a willing victim who has committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.”

-Clive Staples Lewis


And now a word about deep magic.

Doesn't Jacob look a little like a lion?

Oh wait, never mind. I was talking about deep magic.

Deep magic is the claim the witch had on the traitor Edmond. She was as old as time, and she knew the law that was born with it. Blood was her right by law of deep magic, and she claimed it, knowing that her enemy Aslan would offer his own. And Aslan submitted to the darkness, the law inscribed on the table, and the table broke. Light took over.

Aslan the lion - that old school Trojan horse Christ figure of children's literature - knew about a deeper magic. Magic outside of time. And Christ? He said he'd come back, and he did for a time, so the disciples recount. But before he was killed, he said he'd live on. He said he was going to a house with many rooms. Only later did they realize that he meant that they were the rooms. Them. The ones he'd been with. Those he'd touched.

At this point, you know who lies in the shadow of the statue if you know Latin or at least how to get to Lostpedia. Richard's answer was "The one who will save us all." And, of course, we know that it is in the shadow of the statue that Jacob makes his home.

Did Jacob seem at all worried when his brother came to kill him? His brother had been sharpening Ben to a razor's edge for thirty five years. Death had come. The loophole had been found in the Deep Magic. He didn't seem worried to me. To me, he seemed . . . ready. When he'd been stabbed, but before he'd been made into a burnt offering, he told his brother "they're coming."

His brother did not seem happy.

What was that all about? Who is coming? From where are they coming?

From when?

Does Jacob perhaps see them, these people he has called, these people he has touched . . . as many rooms? There is deep magic on this island, and the brothers submit to it. Is it possible that Jacob knows of deeper magic still?

At the end of season three, LOST threw us a curveball. Three years of flashbacks . . .and then a flash forward.

But this season we have a curveball that is just as noticeable, but perhaps not as immediately understandable as such.

The final L O S T card, the one that says, "show is done, here comes Bad Robot."

Five years of a little bit of light against the consuming darknes. And suddenly, now, at the moment of Jacob's death, and of his dark brother's triumph . . . just a bit of darkness consumed by light.

Why is that?

A reach? Yes. Probably. Certainly. Total reach. To conflate LOST of all things with a Christian children's novel of good versus evil, a dimensional portal near a Lamp Post, written by Charlotte-I-mean Clive Staples Lewis.

Total reach.

But Jacob does look a bit like a lion, doesn't he?

Next: Converge

Prelude 01: Bad Twin
Prelude 02: Wheel
Prelude 03: Push

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