What is a Sigil?
A symbol with magical intent. A desired outcome condensed into a glyph. Draw it. Charge it. Forget it. Let the universe do the rest. Usually, it's just focussed mimesis - you're not really changing anything. But hey, placebos work too.
What is a Hypersigil?
A sigil on steroids. A feedback loop between your extended persona and primary self. It's a narrative you craft, a character you embody, a story you live. Think social media profiles, blogs, comic book series. You shape it, it shapes you. Reality bends. Dangerous. Powerful. Use with caution. Once again, usually, it's just mimesis. Double caution.
What is a Medasigil?
The apex predator of sigils. A hypersigil that's gone viral, infecting societies neural substrate. It doesn't just change you; it rewrites civilization's source code. A metaphysical wrecking ball, shattering old paradigms and forging new ones in the white-hot crucible of mass belief.
A medasigil doesn't ask for permission. It forces agency and purpose on the population. Mimesis crumbles. People must invent their own meaning, their own reasons. It's the catalyst for quantum leaps in human understanding. Philosophy shatters. Language mutates. Mathematics expands. Physics bends. Technology explodes.
The medasigil drives us further. It propels us into the unknown. Metaphysical frontiers. Physical exploration. We push boundaries because we must. The medasigil demands it.
The first medasigil? Medea. Not the sanitized myth you learned in college or read on Wikipedia. We're talking John Tzetzes level. Lycophron's "Alexandria" level. The most obscure Greek you've never read.
Medea: Bronze Age genius. Queen of the Scythians. Ruler of Babylon. Drug researcher extraordinaire. She didn't just mix potions; she rewired reality. Snake venom and murex snails? Child's play. Her cocktails altered emotions, rewilded beliefs. The mystery rites? Her brainchild. Bacchic worship? Her legacy.
This wasn't just pharmacology. It was ontological warfare. Medea's drugs demanded structure. So she built one. A religion that still echoes today. Sacred sodomy, hidden highways of drug absorption. Death and rebirth. Fear obliterated. Minds wiped clean, ready for rewiring.
Her influence? Pandemic. From the Black Sea to Italy, where they worshipped her as Angitia. The Medes, an entire Scythian tribe, rebranded themselves in her image. Her warriors, revered. Her philosophy, adopted. Her medicine, coveted.
Medea's fire burned water. Her arrows? Madness on contact. One hit spawned a berserker, turning allies into collateral damage. Her Oracle Prime guided colonies. She gave us the root of "medicine" itself. "Media" too.
Drugs. Emotions. Beliefs. Philosophy. Language. Math. Physics. Tech. Exploration. The foundations of Western thought, all birthed in the crucible of her medasigil.
We're still riding the shockwaves of that first medasigil. But the next one? It's coming. It's inevitable. And when it hits, reality as we know it will be rewritten.
Are you ready?