Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Tending the Light

We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave . . . So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."

All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas


The high-water mark of the 60's generation hit its high point and then rolled back, to paraphrase H.S. Thompson, said so beautifully. But the wave metaphor stops there, because a wave never rolls back permanently; but so far, he seems to be correct, and the metaphor seems to be holding. It appears that an ephemeral ocean appeared for a brief time, made its waves, and vanished. But if a literal, physical wave were to roll far back enough, it might be indicative of an impending Tsunami. Can there be an invisible, noumenal Tsunami? It's the Age of Aquarius, something they sung about back in those days. 

If indeed psychedelics could open the mind, and they can, why didn't more people become enlightened?  What did, say, the San Francisco acid wave accomplish?  Granted there are still stragglers and refugees out there, but most of the traces of that generation are gone from the public arena, except showing up every now and then in caricature or statements of fashion.  

This mundane world is a whorl, it is a "whorld" of  chaos and of hidden bifurcations, i.e., secret Attractors.  Some beings ascend, some fall, some stay the same, some oscillate, and so on.  The forces and beings that embody and evince the telos of the Cosmos are the Attractors behind the scenes of Chaos, and they are those who tend the light, the light at the end of all tunnels.  Everything falls apart without maintenance, because the phenomenal whorld is a whorld of entropy; even psilocybin mushrooms are sentient, they are elvin yokai-beings who afford peeks behind the veil, but maintenance is what makes consonant with attractors, with telos, and not the act of "opening the mind" itself, not the act of assimilating substances to go through psychic portals, per se.  What matters is maintenance and upkeep, or else all will eventually go to entropy; but it would be a huge mistake to think that this maintenance and upkeep consist of keeping those doors open by way of continuous substance-use.  That in itself will become entropic.  

How then are maintenance and upkeep to be done, sans ingestion of substance, etc., after having experienced the "unveiling" of the sparkling light of the inner Cosmos?  Do what feels right to you, whether it's art, sports, hiking, music, gardening, etc., and know that your mind-state, though not in any state of psychedelic high, is still nonetheless nondual, and one and the same with it.  And by virtue of this very argument, that "wave" of that bygone generation is still billowing; it's only become more subtle, more sublimated, more evolved, that's all.  

Monday, July 25, 2011

On the 13-Moon Calendar


There was a time, from about 2003 to 2006 or so, that I was convinced by the argument pro using the 13-Moon Calendar.  In honor of the "Day out of Time" (July 25 Gregorian), I thought it would be appropriate to voice my current feelings on the subject matter.  

I believe that the Gregorian calendar is energetically artificial and based on a hypostasis that is exclusively Western and christian, and I feel that it is a good idea to have a fresh calendric start with something new, or at least something that integrates all calendric systems of the world, dividing the major seasons into minor parts (as in the ancient Chinese), applying the sexegenary cycles, the celestial and terrestrial branches, Mayan symbolism, I'Ching, and so on.  Now this I believe would be a major project to be discussed by an international committee of all kinds of specialists, scientists, diviners, and spiritual people from all backgrounds, and should be presented to the world gradually. Perhaps it would go over as well as the metric system did in the U.S., but even if it never goes over, it would be nice to at least have that kind of all-inclusive calendar as an option, or alternative reference.  

But the thirteen-moon Dreamspell-based calendar seems to have been the work of a single man, and I feel that it's still something that is bare bones, is too controversial, and requires far more work; work that integrates much more.  Would I thus prefer a calendar based on one man's work, or would I prefer the current Gregorian?  I've decided that I still prefer the warped grid that we currently have over this one, because it also has its problems.  This is not to say that I have not had magickal experiences with the 13-moon calendar; I certainly did, and there were many wonderful synchronicities.  Therefore I don't preclude it and I don't believe that it should be rejected outright; it should be integrated into an all-inclusive system.  Who knows what kind of synergies that might arise?     


Sunday, July 24, 2011

The Vilification of Nature


"And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth." (Genesis 1:28)

"When the Lord thy God shall bring thee into the land whither thou goest to possess it, and hath cast out many nations before thee, the Hittites, and the Girgashites, and the Amorites, and the Canaanites, and the Perizzites, and the Hivites, and the Jebusites, seven nations greater and mightier than thou; And when the Lord thy God shall deliver them before thee; thou shalt smite them, and utterly destroy them; thou shalt make no covenant with them, nor shew mercy unto them:" (Deuteronomy 7:1-2)

"And they warred against the Midianites, as the Lord commanded Moses; and they slew all the males ... And the children of Israel took all the women of Midian captives, and their little ones, and took the spoil of all their cattle, and all their flocks, and all their goods.  And they burnt all their cities wherein they dwelt, and all their goodly castles, with fire … 
Now therefore kill every male among the little ones, and kill every woman that hath known man by lying with him. But all the women children, that have not known a man by lying with him, keep alive for yourselves."  (Numbers 31:7-18)

"If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters- yes, even his own life- he cannot be my disciple."  (Luke 14:26)



I knew a man many years ago who took delight in chainsawing large branches from the trees of his backyard, and I even saw his wife almost cry in dismay over the aftermath.  When this same man moved to a new property, he gleefully told me that he was going to chop down the trees in front of his house because they were blocking the view.  He kept many guns in his house, and seemed prideful that he never had them locked up all the while his kids were growing up.  He was a bigot and an ex-Jehovah's Witness.  

The ex-JW aspect was a good thing, but though he had rejected the faith in general, its memes still lived on in many ways.  Strangely enough he was a very generous man, and I would say he was a good, upstanding man, of a very bright mind ( he was a wiz at electronics, he built beautiful violins from scratch, as a hobby, and sold them to musicians; he also did repairs for all string instruments, though he didn't have a musical bone in his body), even, notwithstanding his rather appalling ignorance in other ways; he was always very kind to me, and I personally was very fond of him (and not of his values, of course).  

He was an enigmatic man.  But I have noticed that the same holds true for many people who embrace the kinds of values that he had, of bigotry and of taking pride in dominating nature, that they are not necessarily "bad" people.  In fact, many such people I've met have been genuinely good folks. So what the hell is happening with them that makes them so dissonant with nature, and as a result, with reality? What is it that is fucking them up?

The legacy of the ancient, brutal patriarchal cultures of the Middle Eastern nomadic and agrarian cultures still reverberate in those nations, some things are still the same with very little hint of having evolved (with the exception of use of technology).  This aspect of brutality is not relegated to those regions alone, however; it has ramified the world over.  It is almost no exaggeration to say that this ramification is the history of the world of the past two millennia or so.  

There is so little self-reflective awareness in this process of history, that it had taken a viral life of its own; it was a catalytic and necessary aspect of evolution, but its eon has passed, even though it continues onward like a runaway locomotive.  The Genesis 1:28 pericope is taken literally as a relevant injunction even to this day, and the savage barbarism of Deuteronomy 7:1-2 (and other similar passages, as well as New Testament antisemitism, Islamic injunctions for war) is implemented in spirit and action.   

This is not atavism in any way; there simply has been no evolution whatsoever. There are built-in religio-cultural failsafes based on fear-memes that are safeguards against evolution (and involution), and it is somewhat ironic that even the very idea of biological evolution is denied. Some might argue that the human, ancestral, and patriarchal propensity for war, territorialism, and brutality predates the Judeo-christian-islamic trajectory the world over, and such indeed is the case.  It is a caveman thing, aspects of un-evolved struggles for survival.  It became Habit, which was carried over into the development of cultures and civilizations, because Habit is always a bottom-line default.  Matriarchal agrarian societies did evolve in areas, and they were signs of novelty that evolved beyond Habit.  But alas, old Habits die hard, as the saying goes, and they find their way into developing cultures, religions, and quasireligious ideologies, their seeds disseminated by memes.     


When aspects of default Habits of caveman eras are elevated to the heights of divine or noble virtues by patriarchal theological and ideological paradigms, the result is, ironically, androcentric androcracy. This is perpetuated in the androcentric delusion that the earth was made for man, and woman was made for man. The earth is seen as feminine ("Mother") and hence the object of domination and conquest.  She must be subjugated, and thus any nurture or respect for her is tantamount to idolatry, fetishism ("green dragon"), and basic inhumanity. This is why they consider, perhaps even unconsciously, brains functioning reflexively with failsafe memes, that it is their religious, quasi-religious, or moral duty to vilify and despoil nature.  Recycling, environmental concerns, single-motherhood, empowerment of women, and birth-control (in religious cases only) are attributed to "the devil's" deception, to "unrighteousness"; such things are impediments to the spread of NeoNeanderthals culture, religions, and ideology.   




Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Invisible Transmission: Utopia


I can only speak in abstruse encapsulations and compressed thoughts here.

The following entry 'The Invisible Transmission' from January 26, 2011 is reproduced below: 

The Invisible Transmission   19-Nov-93
It is now almost 3 o'clock in the morning. I was outside a couple of times tonight, and I came to think of the one recurring person in my dreams.  His brother always seems to tag along.  Whenever I see him it is always a delight, though the circumstances are sometimes---actually, often---rather difficult to manage and bear.  I don't know if they are alive or dead.  I know not where they are or how I can contact them.  But he is contacting me via invisible transmission.  The sparkling stars in the night sky testify.

Enigmatic, deep synchronistic signs have lurked the unconscious ever since I was a child, and a concrete manifestation came to me in the form of a friend, with whom I eventually developed an intense friendship, which was even deeper than the bond I had with my own brother, or my parents.  It was a powerful male bonding (completely non-sexual) in my teens, and we were as intimate brothers. We loved each other and were ecstatic with each other's company.

I lost him in 1978, and every since then, he would manifest in my dreams.  Over and over, year after year, decade after decade.  Every time, the same scenario: I'm so glad to see him, and he stays somewhat neutral.  In 1993 in the chill past twilight of November 19, I sensed suddenly that he was trying to contact me by way of Invisible Transmission. 

Ever since 1978 he has manifested repeatedly in my dreams, the one recurring theme throughout the decades: I would see him again, I would be so glad, but he would remain neutral.  He would almost never speak nor pay me much attention.  And that is how it would go, every time.

Then the transformative avatar-continuation became present in 2006, as the Anima of my old friend (perhaps he was the prototypical avatar of her); her name's English gematria is 444 and 444 = 888; she is of the American-christian Mormon background (of the morphic field of the christ who walked in America), returning as an avatar sign of eschaton, toward Utopia. She also manifested a sign of the Black Swan; the Invisible Transmission showed synchronistically in the old artwork of Oji Suzuki, and just recently, showed itself with the same title again, but this time with the transmission pertaining to Utopia. 
  

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

On the Rider-Waite Tarot Card 21

The exact same Zodiacal signs appear on both Major Arcana 10 and 21: Man = Aquarius, Lion = Leo, Ox = Taurus, and Eagle (ancient attribution to Scorpio).  The Hermetic implication seems to be that the Wheel of Fortune, which represents the whorl of randomness, is finally sublimated in the Mandorla of masterful perfection that subsumes the cyclical whorl.  There is a fundamental connection between these two cards 10 and 21, viz., that the latter is a sublimated version of the former, in which case an individual reading of either of these cards for the querant can be enriched by concurrently interpreting its counterpart, with respect to issues at hand. 

Monday, July 11, 2011

On the Rider-Waite Tarot Card 10


The Hermetic Golden Dawn Rider-Waite interpretation of the Tarot contains hidden alchemy that has been lost in time.  I would like to take up some of the astrological symbolisms that have been integrated, but for now, I want to mention card 10 of the Major Arcana, which is the The Wheel of Fortune. 

'Wheel' of course connotes the cyclical, which implies the Zodiacal, of which case there are four Zodiacal signs incorporated at the four corners.  These have biblical roots:

As for the likeness of their faces, they four had the face of a man, and the face of a lion, on the right side: and they four had the face of an ox on the left side; they four also had the face of an eagle. (Ezekiel 1:10)

And the first beast was like a lion, and the second beast like a calf, and the third beast had a face as a man, and the fourth beast was like a flying eagle.  (Revelation 4:6-9)

Now the biblical Zodiacal references here are: Man = Aquarius, Lion = Leo, Ox = Taurus, and Eagle (ancient attribution to Scorpio).  These in the Zodiacal wheel are in four diametrically opposite directions, at 180° angles.  In the Wheel of Fortune and biblical verses they symbolize the perpetuity of time with respect to the four seasons.  

Taurus = Spring : Ecliptic longitude: 30°
Leo = Summer : Ecliptic longitude: 120°
Scorpio = Autumn : Ecliptic longitude: 210°
Aquarius = Winter : Ecliptic longitude: 300°

As an aside, I've seen "prophetic" interpretations of the above two biblical pericopes with the Eagle being the U.S. and the others being other nations.  While such interpretations are fine as the nature of divination interpenetrates, the interpreters cannot solely affirm their own and reject the ancient use of Zodiac symbology either; the references are to celestial and terrestrial cycles of time, which are the domain of the Wheel of Fortune.


Sunday, July 10, 2011

Dream of Blue Celestial Spheres

Dream May 19 2011

I was in a lower middle-class neighborhood.  The flats.  Box houses all in a row.  Lots of kids were running around and playing.  Like it was a holiday or something.  It was dusk.  Dark blue grey skies.  I was standing near the driveway of a house on a corner lot; so the side of the house.

In the street about ten to fifteen feet away there was a plume of smoke in the street as if it had come from the exhaust of a passing truck. Linda was standing next to me.  As I was staring at the plume of smoke in the street I noticed that the left end of it was morphing into the profile of a face.  I tried to get Linda's attention, I said hey, look at that ghost in the smoke.  She turned to look but by the time she was looking it had zipped around the corner and upward toward the sky.  The part that had been a face sort of dissolved in a pixilated, sparkly effect as it disappeared.  Since the smoke was dull and blue grey black the sparkly is more the motion I'm describing rather than actual sparkle.  

As soon as it disappeared I saw up in the sky blue light spheres with white light centers gliding into position in the sky. They were moving silently one next to the other in a row up in the sky. They came from all directions and lined up in a straight line as if at the edge of a room's ceiling. At this point the streets became empty.  There weren't people running and screaming; it was as if by the time I noticed the formation I was the last to get out of the street.  

It was as if everyone in the neighborhood had taken cover inside their homes.  In the living room of the home I entered there were about 8 people on the couches and floor huddled and worried.  I remember hearing someone say "I hear them coming" or something to that effect.  The floor of the house; the foundation started to rise in an uneven manner. Not just shaking like an earthquake, no, but rather as if Hercules were trying to lift the home and it was wobbling side to side as he got his bearings. (Hercules was not in the dream I'm just trying to explain how the raised house did not arise uniformly but in a weaving manner) I remember thinking one of the blue spheres was underneath the house raising it up.  I felt sure that the house was going to be turned upside down.  


Interpretation keys: Smoke-daemon is Yokai called En-en-ra (煙々羅 "smokey gauze"),  To say that it is merely a label given to pareidolia in smoke or just an applied paranoiac-critical method Rorschach inkblot effect is Steampunk reductionism; consciousness is all pervasive, and hence the recognitions afford synchronicity and meaning.  They are beings, however ephemeral they might be.  They are helpers.  The spherical entities are contrasted to the chaotic appearance of the En-en-ra, as they represent order, viz., celestial order overarching the terrestrial and chthonic, the Cosmic arrangement toward Aquarius.  Gods upset the foundations, shake them, and topple them.  

Saturday, July 9, 2011

The Very Thought of You

The Very Thought of You (Etta James)

The very thought of you
And I forget to do
The little ordinary things
That everyone ought to do
I'm living in a kind of daydream
I'm happy as a king
But foolish though it may seem
To me, that's everything

The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You'll never know
How slow the moments go
Till I'm near to you

I see your face in every flower
Your eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you
The very thought of you my love

The mere idea of you
The longing here for you
You'll never know
How slow the moments go
Till I'm near to you

I see your face in every flower
You eyes in stars above
It's just the thought of you



Happy Birthday my Beloved



Thursday, July 7, 2011

A McKenna Dream

Had a dream this morning that I was being shown how certain stocks on the market have been faring, and displays of individual company name, current share price, along with a performance graph were being run in front of me, one company at a time.  One of them was Facebook, but it was called "The Social Network" (as in the movie about how it all started) in the dream instead.  Interesting thing about all of the displays is that they were finite and truncated in point of origin and end.  I would assume that the end would be, say, the market-closing result, but that's not what the feel was, in the dream.

The scene changed, and Terence McKenna was there suddenly.  He showed me a contraption that fit into a wall-socket, but the way that it locked onto the wall socket was quite elaborate, and he demonstrated to me how it worked.  

Hermeneutic keys: Timewave Zero, "elfin machinery" ... 

    

Monday, July 4, 2011

Singing Faeries Arrive

Hypnogogic shaman-state, lying on the bedroom bed, in realtime, in a house newer and larger than ours, from the front door, one by one, short, singing faeries singing together a song that I had never heard before, enter; singing, singing, singing the mystical song that transports, they file in holding baskets of flowers in their hands, with flowers in their hats and dresses, and begin walking up the stairs, upstairs to where I am having the vision.  

I snapped into the usual waking state with the song still running in my head, a song from the mystical elfen world.   


Saturday, July 2, 2011

Finnegan's Thunderclap

The sound of Thunder is a metaphor for "shocking awake."  It's an ancient motif, symbol, and proclamation.  The bricoleur, the world-maker tower-builder Finnegan takes a tumble to the sound of the hundred-letter thunderclap onomatopoeia: 

bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk! 

Which is said to be a concatenations of parts of the word 'thunder' in several languages.  He falls to his death in the beginning, his end is the start in the perpetual cycle that is J. Joyce's Finnegans Wake.  

Here is another prophetic pericope extracted from the stream of consciousness; like Nietzsche's Zarathustra, like the existential Dasein thrown into the world, like Chance the gardener in Jerzy Kosiński's Being There,  the archetypal NeoSapiens begin their journey in a vaster, sublimated, rarified world.  

Whether the thunderclap is to be visceral or subtle, human beings are at a constant crossroads of remaining in the NeoNeanderthal herd or making a quantum jump to the NeoSapiential modus vivendi. The crossroads is always at the immediate moment, and as time accelerates, the precarious gamble of waiting increases in danger.  Nothing need be visceral, see how the virtual has now become concrete, how dreams can phenomenally manifest.  A Shift is happening, moving away from Plato's Cave and the NeoNeanderthal cave, into the bright future sun.  It is not the time for hubris and entrenchment, of grasping to remake the past; hear the subtle thunderclap first, and choose.