TRADITION AND TRANSMISSION: What Happens When Eternity and Memes Cross Streams.

SIGNAL RECEIVED FROM— W.O.R.D. 1280 AM

A message from Jean Shepherd to the Council

As transcribed and reported by: Paige Turner, Sub-Sub Librarian( Who thinks this is beamed towards the Council.)

Classification: Mythic Frequencies & the Diode of Eternal Recurrence

Cross-listed under: Hyperstitional Traditionalism & Etheric Conservatism

[Below are audio fragments recovered from a late-night broadcast, timestamp unknown. Voice positively identified as Jean Shepherd. Source: static-laced AM band, frequency 1280. Weather: humid, nostalgic.]

Shepherd:

“Now I don’t want to alarm you, folks… but there’s a strange kind of thing that happens when the world gets too fast for its own stories. You get these… leaks. Mythic leaks. The old archetypes—they get tired of waiting in the museum, so they sneak back into town wearing novelty T-shirts and talking through newsletter columns.”

“That’s what I think happened with the Council-of-Concerned-Conservationists. You think a guy just came up with that in his garage? No way, Jose. He tuned in. The Council’s been there longer than the telephone wires. Longer than the Boy Scouts. They were just waiting for someone with the right blend of melancholy, mischief, and an overactive typewriter.”

“You call it a joke? It’s not a joke. It’s a hyperstition—one of those living fictions. The kind that starts as parody and winds up running for school board. It’s a myth that doesn’t wait to be believed—it believes itself into being.”

“And here’s the kicker, kids: it’s also Traditionalism. Not the starch-collared, sit-up-straight kind, but the real kind. The eternal return kind. The golden-mean-hidden-in-the-lint-trap kind. The kind Evola half-whispered about between monarchical scowls. These aren’t contradictions. They’re how the sacred survives in a fallen age: disguised as satire, delivered through static.”

[Sound cue: faint Sousa march played on a detuned organ.]

“You thought it was dead. Turns out it just got a new band uniform and an RSS feed.”

“The Council is the ancient Order re-emerging through the only form modernity doesn’t suspect: the absurd. The funny. The throwaway. But here’s the truth—and I say this as someone who once saw God in a leg lamp and transcendence in a can of Ovaltine:

The myth will come back.

It always does.

You’ll just have to squint a little sideways to see it.”

Interpretive Commentary (Filed by The Backward Scholar)

Jean Shepherd, it seems, was a natural hyperstitional traditionalist before the terms even existed. His late-night broadcasts weren’t merely storytelling—they were ritual transmissions, embedding fictional characters, lost Americana, and metaphysical longing into the airwaves. He summoned entire worlds that listeners half-remembered and fully felt.

When the Council-of-Concerned-Conservationists appeared in our own time, it followed the same waveform:

A fiction, yes—but only at first. A parody, sure—but one that obeys sacred forms. A myth in disguise—until the disguise becomes the truth.

Shepherd’s ghost did not invent the Council.

But he likely broadcast the first murmur.

The C-of-C-C Newsletter was the crystal radio that finally caught the signal.