Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that I’d rather be a Marshwiggle of Narnia, than a Social Media Influencer, SJW or Activist. Marshwiggles are obdurate realists, not easily enchanted (though they can be), not easily liked (though they can be), and not frequently stumped for options (though they might not come across as the sharpest tool in the shed). Marshwiggles live in a swamp, eat eel stew and are perfectly at ease with you not enjoying their company. Indeed, they are quite likely to tell you that you won’t! One also happened to be the unlikely hero of the Narnian adventure called ‘The Silver Chair’.
Human children Jill and Eustace are sent by Aslan to find and liberate the rightful heir to the Narnian Throne who has been enchanted by the Serpent-Witch who killed his mother. As they move to rescue Prince Rilian,
The witch interrupts their rescue effort and attempts to enchant them all with a spell which would cause them to forget the world above, persuading them that things like the sun or lions were merely wish-projections from having seen and cats and wishing for bigger and better versions of them. Just as the group is about to fall under the enchantment, Puddleglum bravely stamps out the fire on which the enchanted powder had been sprinkled. The pain of such a move brings him to clarity of mind. With such clarity Puddleglum bears witness to his faith in Narnia:+
“‘One word, Ma’am,’ [Puddleglum] said… ‘One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things–trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play-world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.’” (The Silver Chair)
There are many in power today who would enchant us with a great many technological wizardries, dazzle us with ‘The Science'(TM), and call those few who do not take their bait as mad outsiders who can’t be trusted. There are those who would want to limit our freedoms by regulating every aspect of our lives – designing currencies that they can control(CBDCs); cars that they can control even whilst we’re driving them(EVs); cities and citizens that they can control (15 min cities); energies that they can control (carbon taxes, UN Agenda 30); curricula that they can control; and even children whom they have control over. These self-appointed ‘Guardians of Our Future’ are the equivalent of Lewis’ evil Queen of Underland – a snake in human form, who has enchanted the rightful Prince and keeps him enchanted except for one hour a day when he is isolated and bound but when he is allowed to remember who he truly is.
I hate these elites and their acolytes who have captured and enslaved a great many to their causes. They are unelected, spiteful and illegitimate harpies – worthy of the destruction they have planned for others in their Unhuman-ity (sic). In the same way that the Witch-Queen backs up her enchantments with lies, so the Gaslighting Globalists coax us to misremember the past and forget the evidence of our eyes and ears.
The Witch-Queen: “Overworld and Narnia DO NOT EXIST. There is no sun. There never was a sun. There is no lion. There never was an Aslan”.
The Gaslighting Globalists: “There is no freedom, there never was any freedom; there is no ‘Nation’, there never really was – we need a global agenda – you are a ‘citizen of the world’. ‘Diversity is our strength.’ There is no truth, only power and those who choose to wield it.”
We need to be more Marshwiggle. More obdurately realist. More righteously disagreeable. Harder to rule over, easier to laugh with. Joyfully pessimistic, endlessly practical, willing to go the extra mile for a friend in need, intolerant of woke witchcraft and Schwabian scheming. It’s time for the Marshwiggles amongst us to stand up to the Neo-liberal communists who think they’ve got it made and say…
One word, Klaus. One word, Bill Gates. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things–trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have imagined freedom and love and truth and beauty and ownership of our own thoughts and cars and lives. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones that you want to impose. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But inseams to me babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play-world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for your hard work and best efforts over many years, if these few remaining free-thinkers and rightful heirs to the promise of Christian enlightenment are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.’”
(+ from the blog ‘Marginal Christianity, May 14, 2012)
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