Season 2 of Strange Angel opens with a two-year time jump, and a celebration as Jack and his team of rocket scientists celebrate a year in business and their growing relationship with the US Military.

Jack and Susan have moved from their small home from season one into a mansion in a wealthy part of Pasadena. Jack is troubled by nightmares of a dragon attempting to break down the door.

At the same time, the Agape Lodge has been driven from their home by the local Priest, his congregation, and Susan’s stepfather Virgil. While talking to Alfred, the head of the Lodge, Jack invites them to move into the mansion with Susan, Jack, and Susan’s younger sister Patty.

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Alfred is reluctant, saying to Susan, “I don’t think the house will be big enough for them.” Whether he was referring to Jack and Alfred, Alfred, Susan, or Susan, Jack, and the Lodge remained seen.

Across town, Ernest emerges from the hull of a ship, having traveled away from Pasadena, Jack, and the Agape Lodge. A lost soul, Ernest heads back to the house where the Lodge had been to find it empty, enraged Ernest goes on a rampage, including beating a store owner and ending up in jail.

During all of this, Jack’s partner and friend Richard is having relationship issues. Richard and his girlfriend Marisol, who may or may not still be a member of the Lodge, have grown closer since last season but are having to deal with the realities of an interracial relationship in 1940s Los Angeles. In stark contrast, we see the Agape Lodge welcoming to people of all types and a haven for the misfits and outcasts of the day.

The episode concludes with a raucous party, where the guest follows Jack is reciting Aleister Crowley’s Hymn to Pan*. And just as Jack says the final passage, there is a loud banging on the doors, the sound exactly like the sound from Jack’s nightmare.



Jack approaches the door and throws it open…. to find Ernest standing on the threshold, “Hey Jack,” he says, “long time no see.”



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*Hymn to Pan by Aleister Crowley:

Thrill with lissome lust of the light,

O man! My man!

Come careering out of the night

Of Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea

From Sicily and from Arcady!

Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards

And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,

On a milk-white ass, come over the sea

To me, to me,

Come with Apollo in bridal dress

(Shepherdess and pythoness)

Come with Artemis, silken shod,

And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,

In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,

The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!

Dip the purple of passionate prayer

In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,

The soul that startles in eyes of blue

To watch thy wantonness weeping through

The tangled grove, the gnarled bole

Of the living tree that is spirit and soul

And body and brain — come over the sea,

(Io Pan! Io Pan!)

Devil or god, to me, to me,

My man! my man!

Come with trumpets sounding shrill

Over the hill!

Come with drums low muttering

From the spring!

Come with flute and come with pipe!

Am I not ripe?

I, who wait and writhe and wrestle

With air that hath no boughs to nestle

My body, weary of empty clasp,

Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp —

Come, O come!

I am numb

With the lonely lust of devildom.

Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,

All-devourer, all-begetter;

Give me the sign of the Open Eye,

And the token erect of thorny thigh,

And the word of madness and mystery,

O Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,

I am a man:

Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,

O Pan! Io Pan!

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake

In the grip of the snake.

The eagle slashes with beak and claw;

The gods withdraw:

The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne

To death on the horn

Of the Unicorn.

I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!

I am thy mate, I am thy man,

Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,

Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.

With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks

Through solstice stubborn to equinox.

And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend

Everlasting, world without end,

Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man,

In the might of Pan.

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!



*Crowley, Aleister. “Hymn to Pan.” Hymn to Pan – Book 4 – The Libri of Aleister Crowley – Hermetic Library, hermetic.com/crowley/book-4/hymn.