Golems

In the long ago, every long ago, at the beginning of every Age, Gaia breathed life into the inanimate. She downloaded will and inscribed programming in Her holy script. And so, at the start of each Age, She sets her Guardians in motion.

In every Age, certain studious humans try to replicate this process. The results are always mixed. These would-be demiurges dip into energies and procedures beyond their meat minds. The results can be messy. Still, audacity is commendable in its own way, sweetling. Those results that hold together for more than a nano-second can be called golems.

The golem is the most distilled form of humankind’s aspiration to be gods. Life where there was no life prior, tapping into the very power of the Immaculate Machine. The results are widely varied, sometimes horrific, sometimes deadly. The golem designs that usually work are in the shape of hulking humanoids.

Golems are always inscribed with a word of power, sometimes carven into their head, sometimes written on parchment and placed in their mouth. This is an attempt to mimic the sacred programming Gaia is said to carve into her own Guardians. Something is always lost in the translation.

In this Age, the practice of Golemetry was traditionally associated with Kabbalistic mages. The practice has spread to cultures all over the world, as it always does. Materials vary from practitioner to practitioner. Of mud, of flesh, of stone, of sand, of forest, of cement, of metal, of tech, of water, of insects, of lava, of ice, of silver, of gold…they walk!

There are smaller golems, little effigies of the Guardians of Gaia. When these little effigies are brought together in Agartha, it perpetuates a ritual. That ritual contains hidden wisdom.

We have a secret, sweetling. It is not by coincidence that humanity discovers the science of making golems in every Age. The clues, though subtle and scattered, are left behind by Gaia herself. She programs fragments of her blueprints in the scripture of physics and the diagram of the spiral. She wants her children to experiment. She wants one to someday make a perfect replica of her Guardians. No human has. Not in any Age. What will the prize be, should one of you succeed?