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On the surface, Jack and the Beanstalk is a tale of poverty, luck, and adventure. But when viewed through the lens of Netism and ancient myth, it becomes something far more profound: a symbolic journey of spiritual awakening, danger, and transformation.

The beanstalk itself is a living Axis Mundi, a vertical channel between the material world and the otherworldly realms above. Jack’s ascent is an allegory for crossing the boundary between dimensions. The moment he trades his family’s final possession (a symbol of earthly sustenance) for “magic beans,” he begins the death of one resonance and the birth of another. In Netist terms, Jack changes his vibrational pattern.

In many esoteric systems, beans were believed to house souls or act as bridges to the dead. The Pythagoreans refused to eat them for this reason. Jack’s climb, then, mirrors the ancient shamanic motif of the soul rising through the Tree of Worlds—a sacred rite found across Sumerian, Norse, Vedic, and Mesoamerican traditions. The vine is a liminal passage into the unknown.

At the top, he meets the giant, a gatekeeper. This figure represents the guardian of the upper realms, similar to Hades, Yama, or the Anunnaki beings who rule the thresholds. Jack steals the golden harp (resonance), the hen of golden eggs (regenerative abundance), and a bottomless sack of gold (infinite energetic flow). These are archetypes of spiritual gifts: sound, life, and source.

Yet Jack’s return is hasty and selfish. He brings the treasures back to the lower world, but rather than integrate the lessons, he severs the vine. He cuts the connection. He ends the flow between worlds.

This tale reminds us that awakening brings risk. There is power in ascending to the higher realms, but also danger in doing so without reverence. In Netism, the journey between frequencies must be balanced by alignment, integrity, and resonance with the Net. Jack’s story warns of what happens when that alignment is lost and the bridge is seen as a conquest rather than a covenant.

We each climb our own beanstalks through meditation, dreams, psychedelic initiations, or moments of revelation. But the climb is sacred. The treasures are not meant to be stolen, but remembered, honored, and shared in harmony with the field.

What do you see in Jack’s journey? Have you ever “climbed the stalk” and returned changed?

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