He he, it was just a name off the top of his head, so could just have easily been 'Nigel' or 'Barry'. Hmmm, the Green Nigel...nup, just doesn't have the same ring to it!
Its interesting to consider the power in a name... for sure can't see Green Nigel, or Barry... Jack suits. I wonder... there's the Jack in the box... which is loaded with sexual connotations. The Green Graham sounds a bit like a mint flavored biscuit!
Interesting you should say that Valerianna. I read ages ago, and can't for the life of me think where, that back in times past when Beltaine/May Day was celebrated as a real fertility festival, and festival participants used to pair off and 'celebrate' in the woods, that children (or specifically boys I guess) who were born 9 months later were called Jack's sons (or 'Jackson'), as their human fathers weren't known and they were considered to be children of the fertility god. Might sound to us a bit like a convenient excuse for an unexplained pregnancy, but it could also be seen as a night when every man was believed to embody the fertility God, and every woman the Goddess, and so there was a real sense that these children were special. Who knows!
Oh, interesting... I think I might have a vague remembrance of that. Maybe that's why the "Green Jack" fits so well, there's an ancestral memory of the wild god "Jack" in there somewhere... !
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He he, it was just a name off the top of his head, so could just have easily been 'Nigel' or 'Barry'. Hmmm, the Green Nigel...nup, just doesn't have the same ring to it!
Its interesting to consider the power in a name... for sure can't see Green Nigel, or Barry... Jack suits. I wonder... there's the Jack in the box... which is loaded with sexual connotations. The Green Graham sounds a bit like a mint flavored biscuit!
Interesting you should say that Valerianna. I read ages ago, and can't for the life of me think where, that back in times past when Beltaine/May Day was celebrated as a real fertility festival, and festival participants used to pair off and 'celebrate' in the woods, that children (or specifically boys I guess) who were born 9 months later were called Jack's sons (or 'Jackson'), as their human fathers weren't known and they were considered to be children of the fertility god. Might sound to us a bit like a convenient excuse for an unexplained pregnancy, but it could also be seen as a night when every man was believed to embody the fertility God, and every woman the Goddess, and so there was a real sense that these children were special. Who knows!
Oh, interesting... I think I might have a vague remembrance of that. Maybe that's why the "Green Jack" fits so well, there's an ancestral memory of the wild god "Jack" in there somewhere... !
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