Thursday, December 29, 2011

Thank You!

Well, dear readers, the spiraling Year of the Rabbit, the Year of following the White Rabbit down the Rabbit Hole is closing soon, and the Gregorian year 2012 is about to dawn, the year of the Dragon. Thank you all for reading, commenting, and joining the blog.  See you in 2012!

Wishing you all a Happy New Year!     





Friday, December 23, 2011

Merry Yuletide

After the arrogance and hubris of scientism crept into human paradigms, ideas such as "demythologization" came into eventual vogue, and skeptics since have propounded their fundamentalism about things that exist and things that don't, as did religionists before their time.  Two extremes, scientism and religious absolutism.  

Santa Claus.  Does he exist, or not?  It's a childlike question, of course, but it's also a moot question, but most non-practitioners, religionists, scientism-ists, and other Muggles don't know why it's a moot question.  Santa Claus is astral, and manifests as multitudinous avatars; sometimes the manifestation is strictly iconic, sometimes in acts of human charitable, joyous kindness, sometimes as gift-givers and parents, and of course as all and some of the above.  And then some.  Astral, living fields are conscious intelligence, entities that aren't old rags n' bones but states of being, evolving archetype-symbols that hold the promise of happiness and well-being.  The ol' Saint Nick is a cozy Yuletide personification who is about happiness, joy, wonder, and love.

He has no axe to grind, and his bag is a bag of toys and merriment, not a bag of tricks to deceive into religion and other such baggage.  If you're naughty, you're on his shit-list and you'll get your karma. If you're nice, you'll get toys and cozy karma.  Plain and simple.  

Wishing you all a Joyous Yuletide Season!

  

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The In-Between

Twilight-dusk, the duration preceding the break of dawn, the interzone, borderland, in-between Bardo time.  These are the real, bona fide, so-called "Witching Hour."  It's also the essence of Samhein, the thinning of the veils and walls between hyperdimensions, and all inner landscapes, and it happens twice, every 24 hours, twenty-four-seven.  Two spacetime modalities co-exist in perfect tension, a mini-solstice of sorts; it's the best time for scrying, divination.  This is also known in Segaki, the Hungry-Ghost feeding rite, viz., that the best time for the ritual is during the in-between borderland of twilight or the crack of dawn.  

Twilight and the crack of dawn; I take these two time-zones as hyper-time-zones, i.e., time out of time; they are like lunar and solar eclipses, they are durations of nonduality, superposition, and entanglement, of both-and and neither-nor. 

  

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Human History and Habit

Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it.  
(George Santayana)

We learn from history that we learn nothing from history.  
(George Bernard Shaw)

What experience and history teach is this — that people and governments never have learned anything from history, or acted on principles.  
(Georg Wilhelm Hegel)

Interesting that the three quotations above are by three Georg[e]s.  There must be something to that name.  But do these quotations convey the truth regarding history, and the human comportment to it? Perhaps they are correct, that humans do not learn, i.e., in general, overall, collectively as a herd, from history.  Some elite, elect people do, but perhaps not the masses, and it's the mass-dynamic to forget and repeat the same mistakes, perhaps on bigger and bigger scales.  But is this indeed the case, are the masses going on like a broken record, or is it only seemingly so?  

Consider Habit with respect to social morphic fields.  Evolution, perhaps we could be so bold as to say a teleological quantum-jump of negentropic Novelty, sometimes spontaneously arises in synergistic response to servo-feedback correlations among nested, entangled-hierarchic morphic fields.  Order suddenly bursts forth from Chaos; Apollo gets bootstrapped by Dionysus, not to emerge as the former self, but a hitherto unknown---and unforeseen---theophany.  A theophany (or theaphany, whichever) of renewed integration, sublimation, involution, and superposition.  

And when the new god is born, believers of the old order will castigate it, and make it their holy duty to crucify it.  But the one-step-forward one-step-back double-dialectic backlash is part of the evolutionary process, which affords collective, morphic-resonant, heuristic proactivity, a frame of covariant reference, a means of osmotic assimilation and inculcation of new information on a mass, historical scale.  The great kenosis of the death of the old god, the old order, must inevitably bring with it a great upheaval; an upheaval to those who still cling to it for dear life, as if their souls depended on it.  But history is just a peripheral byproduct of the universal teleology of consciousness, and nothing more; it's just flotsam and jetsam.  

To end it with a rather hackneyed but effective story: The only son of elderly Tibetan farmers broke his leg.  Their son tilled the field, sowed seeds, harvested, and did most of the physical labor for them, but now, even his older folks were more physically able than he.  His parents rued the day, and expressed their anger toward their guardian bodhisattvas, that the bodhisattvas broke their vows and betrayed them.  But soon thereafter, the Red Army trounces through the hills and fields in a drive to draft all young and able men in the province.  They come upon the lad and pass him over, as his leg is broken, and is useless to them.  The elderly farmers then understood the harsh, exigent expedience of the bodhisattva's work, and marveled.  For had their son gotten swept up by the Red Army, he would have never returned.