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The medicine man enters the outer vestibule of the sacred healing chamber. He dons the ceremonial vestments and performs the ritual ablutions, purifying himself for the healing ritual that is about to commence. Putting on identical masks, he and his acolytes enter the chamber, to which all others are forbidden entrance. The man they are healing is ready, having been ushered into a deep trance by another shaman using a magical elixir. Within the chamber are the ritual implements, which have themselves been purified, and which none but the initiated are allowed to touch. The medicine man calls for each implement in turn, handed to him by an acolyte. He uses these in a ritual scarification procedure that removes a small part of the ill man's body. When he awakens from the trance, the man is magically healed, though some further ceremonies are required before he is able to leave the grounds of the temple of healing.

To even be allowed to perform this complex healing ritual, the medicine man must go through many years of training that include numerous tests, initiation ordeals, and the mastery of a special esoteric language. Upon completing his training, he is welcomed into the brotherhood of adepts, and his name is altered with a symbolic suffix. He swears a sacred oath and is given a piece of paper inscribed with mystical symbols in an archaic script. Thenceforth, he is treated with honor by his people and accorded all the perquisites of status.

I have just described surgery, as performed by licensed physicians in a modern hospital. All of the elements of ritual are present, yet we do not typically see what goes on as a ritual. "That's not a ritual," we say, "because each of those actions -- the hand washing, the surgical masks, the professional training -- all have a very good, rational reason." Rituals, we think, must tap into something irrational, something magical; if they have any real effects, they are purely psychological in origin. We see rituals as a separate category of action that has been largely eliminated in today's rational, science-based society. Asked for an example of a ritual, we might point to Communion in a Catholic church, or to a sweat lodge ceremony, or to something indigenous people do on the Discovery Channel.

I would like to offer a different conception of ritual that illuminates its continuing ubiquity in today's world, and that suggests a means to deploy ritual as an agent of transformation. Let's play with this definition: a ritual is a prescribed sequence of symbolic actions that draws meaning and power from a "story of the world". In turn, it reinforces and affirms that story.

What, then, is a "story of the world"? By a story I mean a system of meanings and explanations that focuses human intention, assigns roles, coordinates activity, and says what is real. One example is the Story of Money, which assigns meaning to the slips of paper and information bits that comprise our money system. When that story falls apart, such as in Weimar Germany or 1993 Yugoslavia, money becomes nothing more than its physical substrate.

If you can enroll people in a story, then you can create something much bigger than you could build with your own hands. Even something so mundane as building a house requires telling a story that people believe in. The story, "A house will be built here," includes such elements as workers' paychecks, agreements to deliver materials, disbursement schedules, and so on. All of these are symbols. On the physical level, the workers' paychecks are but slips of paper with blobs of ink on them. They have power only because of the story that embeds them, a story that all participants believe in. An alien anthropologist, though, might laugh patronizingly at our concern over these magical talismans with their sacred inscriptions. The same goes for the construction contract, inscribed with the mysterious personal mark of each signatory, and the delivery contract, which we inscribe with row after row of symbols in the superstitious belief that the desired materials they symbolize will actually show up in a truck on the appointed day.

Our lives today are rife with little rituals that sustain the Story of the World in which we have been living. There is nothing unusual about this; it is as it has always been. However, we are entering one of those special moments in history when an old story is coming to an end, to be replaced by a new one. We are emerging from two stories, in fact, two stories that are deeply interlocked. The first is the story of Self and World: we are discrete beings, fundamental separate from each other and from the objective universe that contains us. The second is the Story of the People: it is the Ascent of Humanity, in which science and technology lift us from a state of dependency on nature to become nature's master, separate and superior. The consummation of this story would be a destiny of space colonization and immortality, in which computers, nanotechnology, and genetic engineering complete our domination of nature and free us from natural limitations. These stories embed other, smaller stories, stories within stories within stories, that include everything in our world that depends on agreements, meanings, and symbols. So money, as I've said, is a story. The government is a story. The American Medical Association is a story. The law is a story. Dates and times are a story. An educational degree is a story. Professional licensure, your credit rating, ownership of any property, the air traffic control system, all are stories.

The rituals that sustain these stories include such things as writing a check, signing a contract, affixing a stamp, waiting in line, voting, filling out a form, writing a report, issuing a grade, affixing a label, signing off on a proposal, asking permission, showing a passport at immigration, friending someone on Facebook, registering a vehicle, making a schedule, using a theater ticket, filing a lawsuit, or issuing a receipt. I think it is quite easy to see how these actions maintain the web of stories that underlies our society. It is perhaps more difficult to see the ritual nature of such activities as using hand disinfectant, getting a vaccination, dialing a telephone, taking a pill, using a condom, studying for an exam, performing a safety check on an airplane, performing surgery, or planting a garden. These tap into a much deeper level of story, that which underlies what we call physical reality. I won't discuss this level much right now: the metaphysics of symbols, the ontological status of the storyteller, and so on. The laws of physics, that we think are so objective, reflect on a deep level our sense-of-self and the story of What Is that defines self and world. But my purpose right now is not to undo these deep metaphysical stories. For now I will speak mostly of the stories and rituals that create social reality. They will be enough to create a world far more beautiful than we dare imagine today.

As the overarching stories of our civilization draw to their conclusion, the rituals that draw from them and sustain them begin to grow stale. They lose their seamless integration into the logic of our lives, and begin to look, well, like "rituals." Their meaning drains away from them. In previous essays I described how this is happening to our language, provoking a crisis of meaning where words are losing their magic. This is obvious to me every time I download some software or make a purchase on line, and have to click an "I agree" button located underneath a voluminous scrolling window filled with legal text entitled "Terms and Conditions." When I do this, I am supposedly entering into a contract, a concept that draws on ancient sacred ceremonies that involved the swearing of oaths, the letting of blood, and so on. In political and legal philosophy, one often comes across the term "the sanctity of contract." But today we recognize the numerous on-line contracts that we enter into as meaningless formalities, and we do not really feel like we are lying when we affirm, "I have read and agree to all these terms and conditions."

In a similar vein, many of the more important ritual underpinnings of our society are dissolving as well. The ritual incantations of our financial officials, for example, are no longer having the intended effect on the economy. Our medical rituals are becoming less effective as well, a fact we, in a desperate effort to preserve the familiar story, attribute to "superbugs" or "patient noncompliance" or mysterious "genetic factors," when in fact, it is the deep story of the War on Germs and the Conquest of Nature that underlies our medicine that is coming to an end. Something similar is happening in the educational system, where the multitudinous rituals based on the factory paradigm of standardization, "class"-ification, "grading" (as of industrial materials), and the subsumption of the individual to authority, are becoming increasingly ineffectual. Finally, the rituals of politics have become a transparent charade, where elected officials cynically invoke once-sacred principles neither they nor their listeners actually believe in. When they fail to keep their promises, when they enact policies that few of their supporters agree with, we increasingly don't even bother to be disappointed, because the ritual of the campaign promise has become, transparently, nothing but that, a "ritual."

Rituals are seamlessly woven into a story of the world and are, therefore, not even recognized as rituals (e.g., writing a check). When they start turning into "rituals," we know that that story of the world is falling apart. What is happening to the rituals that sustain our civilization today has happened before, leaving impotent relics that we call rituals, but that are actually "rituals" in quotation marks. We might perform them out of nostalgia, a reverence for tradition, or in an attempt to restore the lost sacredness of modern life by borrowing it from another culture, but they will have little effect if we do not believe in a story that embeds them.

Let me offer a few examples of fake rituals, these "rituals in quotation marks." Nearly all of the sweat lodge ceremonies I have been to were replete with fake rituals. Even if they scrupulously followed the prescribed procedures of the native tradition from which they originated, what was once authentic had become fake. That is because we did not truly believe the Story of the World in which the rituals were once embedded. In former times, when a Native American firekeeper invoked the ancestors, he was speaking from a world view in which the ancestors were a present, perhaps a palpable, reality. When he invoked the Four Directions, again he was speaking from a system in which the Four Directions, interconnected with many other stories, were an unquestioned, basic pillar of his understanding of the world, as undoubtedly real and objective to him as protons, neutrons, and electrons are to us. But today we are steeped in a different story, a story in which the ancestors do not participate in the events of our lives, and in which the four directions are merely points on a map. Science defines our basic understanding of what is real, and this reality picture has no room for ancestors, spirits, or Grandmother Spider creating the world. Even if we strive to believe in them, we cannot. A feeling lurks in the background, "This isn't real." Wanting to believe something based on sentiments about respecting traditions or restoring connection to earth or spirit is not the same as actually believing something. Beliefs are not mere vapors in the head, but reveal themselves as actions.

Some months ago, I attended a sweat lodge conducted by a full-blooded Native American. The ceremony was held at the top of a hill, with a station to be purified with sage smoke, another station to hear of the rules for the lodge, and so on. Each ritual was contained inside a larger ritual. But guess what the largest ritual was, the one that contained the whole experience? At the very bottom of the hill, before we could participate, we had to sign a waiver. The entire experience took place within a legal container, and that initial ritual gave primacy to the Story of the Law. I don't think anyone experienced the sweat lodge as transformational; certainly I did not. The only real ritual was the signing of the waiver. Everything else was a "ritual."

To be sure, it is possible for a very very powerful person to hold a group of people in his or her own Story of the World; in other words, to believe it so completely that he can hold that belief on behalf of those who do not believe. I have experienced rituals of that sort as well, but in my life they have been very rare indeed. In the case I just described, I could sense an inauthenticity, a breach in the integrity of the ceremony caused by surrendering its primacy to a story that was alien and hostile to it.

I hope that the reader someday has an opportunity to be in the presence of someone who can invoke the ancestors for real. Such a person will never say, "I would like to invoke the ancestors...," which is two steps removed from a true invocation, or even "I invoke the ancestors, " which is one step removed. He will address them directly, and in his invocation you will hear truth. You will feel the ancestors' presence, and while your mind may doubt your heart will not. That feeling is unmistakable. Today it is only available to us in special moments, but as the old stories collapse and we reenter a world story that has room once again for the ancestors, we will have this experience more and more often. Life is so much richer for it!

Humanity today is transitioning into a new Story of the People, a new Story of Self, and a new Story of the World. I sometimes articulate it as "The connected self living in joyous cocreative partnership with Lover Earth." I explained the paradigm of Lover Earth a little bit in "Money and the Turning of the Age"; no longer do we treat earth as a mother from whom we are entitled to take and take without thought for how much she is capable of giving. Such a relationship is proper for a child. I want my own children to feel free to receive -- it is up to me to determine how much I am able to give. But the relationship to a lover is different: to a lover we desire to give as well as to receive, and we desire to create together, each offering our gifts toward a purpose transcending each of us, so that our union becomes greater than the sum of our individuality. And so, humanity-plus-earth is becoming a new thing; out of our sacred union, a third thing will be born. At the peak of our separation from nature, we fell in love with the earth, a moment marked perhaps by the first satellite photographs of our gorgeous planet.

As for the connected self, this is the self of inter-beingness, the self that realizes, not only as an intellectual concept but as a felt experience, that its very being includes the being of all other creatures. Contrary to the self of Descartes, of Adam Smith, of Darwinian biology, it is untrue that more for me is less for you. It is the self of the Gift, the self that knows that as we do unto others, so we do unto ourselves. And, that as we do unto ourselves, so we are in fact doing unto others. Such as self no longer lives in an objective universe of impersonal forces and generic masses. Its every choice shifts the cosmos, and everything that happens in the cosmos in some way happens within the self too.

Just as the rituals of the old world create and sustain it, so also can we use rituals to create and sustain the new world-generating stories. Rituals occupy a special status among all the actions and beliefs that form a story-matrix. Rituals connect us to what is real within that story. They are among our most powerful tools of reality creation. Therefore, if you would like to participate in the creation of the world of the connected self living in cocreative partnership with Lover Earth, I suggest you enact rituals that empower and create this new story. You can easily recognize them, because from within the new story they are natural and true. They are not "rituals," but an integral part of the new reality. From within it, they make sense. From the perspective of separation they are irrational, but from the perspective of reunion they are not irrational or magical at all. They will, however, feel sacred.

Let's consider a small example: sorting out your garbage for recycling, composting, etc. In the old story, unless you are doing it to avoid a fine, this is quite irrational. What benefit is there to you if the landfill is a few inches lower? In the objective world of force and mass, it simply does not matter if you, one person, recycle or not. It doesn't matter either if you buy lots of plastic packaging, or eat beef from a deforested Brazilian jungle, or save a few gallons of water every day by conserving toilet flushes. In any event, the juggernaut of destruction rolls on. These actions only matter if everyone else does them too, and if they do, then it doesn't even matter if you do them or not. Therefore, it is irrational to do them if they involve any expense or inconvenience, as often they do.

Because they do not make sense from within the old story, we find all kinds of ways to make ourselves do these things anyway. The favorite means is to connect them to our self-image, so that we get to think of ourselves as worthy and good because we recycle, care about the environment, and so on. We can understand them as rituals -- which is what comes to mind naturally as I watch people sort different kinds of cans into different bins -- whose symbolic meaning is "I am doing my part," "I am good," "I am right," or "I am worthy of love." Unfortunately, they actually feed a deeper story, which is something like, "I am not really good, so I must recycle, I must try hard, I must be a good boy or girl." In the case of many environmental activists, these efforts usually accompany a sanctimonious attitude: a conditional approval of the self and a resentment toward those who are less enlightened, less ethical, less conscious. There is little joy to be found in sanctimony.

These same rituals become much more powerful within the new story. Instead of thinking about them in terms of ethics, doing your part, or being good, think of all the irrational things you do as gifts to Lover Earth. When you pay triple for a fair-trade shirt, or do without one; when you plant a tree or help stop a new road; when you make any contribution, no matter how small, to the well-being of the planet and its animals, plants, waters, air, soil, and people, source that act in the spirit of gratitude and offer it in the spirit of a gift. Even if your offering is like the shy, small gift of a teenage boy to his sweetheart, the earth will be touched and grateful. This gratitude is something we can feel. In the old story, the story of impersonal laws and generic masses, the only explanation for this feeling is that we are imagining it, projecting it, anthropomorphizing the earth. From the story of the separate self, how could you feel what another is feeling, and why would you even care? It is irrational. But in the world of the connected self, it is quite to be expected that we can feel what others are feeling, for they are us. Each of us is the sum total of our relationships, and not separate beings having relationships, discrete subjects possessing something separate from our core being called a "relationship."

What is irrational and difficult in the old story becomes easy and natural in the new. The struggle to be good is over. That struggle, that war against the self, is based on a conception of a self that is bad: the Economic Man seeking to maximize rational self-interest, the selfish gene seeking to maximize reproductive self-interest. Our civilization is built upon that self; hence a penal system, a religious system, an educational system designed to overcome our natural selfishness through fear, guilt, and shame. Do you, my friend, feel guilty for not living more sustainably? For your complicity in a culture that is destroying the earth? Do you wield that guilt over yourself and others in order to compel better behavior? If you do, then the rituals of recycling and reducing will actually strengthen the old story of which that guilt is part.

Instead, I invite you to embed these rituals in the new story, and in turn to draw upon the new story in creating new rituals. From the old story, it is stupid for me to wash used pieces of plastic wrap and stick them to the refrigerator to reuse. How much oil or landfill space am I going to save that way? Not very much! But I don't think of it that way at all. I am not doing this to be good or to do my part. I am having a personal relationship with that piece of plastic wrap, and with all the beings that created it, and with all of its relations. When I bury my compost instead of putting it in the trash can, I feel the happiness of those apple cores at returning to the ground, and the happiness of the earthworms who will turn them into soil, and of the soil that will receive the worm castings. Entering the new world means shedding any pretense that you or I are better, more ethical, more moral, or more spiritual than anyone else, and allowing our true selfishness -- the selfishness of the connected self -- to blossom. It is an opening to more pleasure, a bigger trusting of desire, not a conquest of pleasure and desire. And if the joy I share with the apple core is my projection, if the story of the connected self is my own comforting illusion to assuage the loneliness of living in a cold hard universe of force and mass, then so be it!

Many of the rituals of the old world can be embedded in the new. In addition to the above, such things as writing a check can be done in a new spirit of gratitude and gifting rather than payment. Other of the old world rituals are fast becoming obsolete, however, and we want no part of them. I, for example, cannot bear to write a resume when one is requested for a conference I've been invited to speak at. Nor do I participate in many of the rituals of the medical system or school system. Other rituals that feel wrong to me I still participate in, because I am afraid or not ready to exit that part of the old world. I still file an income tax return, for instance. Each of us, as we pioneer in our own way our unique part in the story of the connected self on Lover Earth, is moved to leave behind different of the old rituals.

Rituals bridge the distinction between symbol and reality: they don't just mean something, they are something. They are actions in themselves. When tribal peoples conducted a ritual reenactment of the creation of the universe, they weren't just narrating or representing that creation, they were actually participating in it. For them, cosmogenesis wasn't a discrete event at the beginning of linear time, but an ongoing event taking place outside of time and diffracted onto it. The ritual didn't represent the creation of the world; it was the creation of the world. So also, the world-creating rituals we enact today must be real to us. Do not invoke the Four Directions or the ancestors unless they are a living reality to you. Otherwise you will just be "playing Injun'" and reinforcing the story behind the phenomenon of cultural appropriation. Rituals must not be less real than any other action; they must be more real. Rituals are actions that are infused with sacredness, connecting us to what is real, true, and important. Perhaps one day, a fully healed humanity will no longer distinguish something called a ritual, because all actions will be sacred. Until then, rituals serve to remind us of the sacred world-creating power of all we do, just as prayers can remind us of the sacredness of all speech, and holy sites can remind us of the sacredness of all the earth.

Make your rituals real. Your gifts to Lover Earth and to other parts of your connected self are not just symbols of love, they are love. I am not saying to be content with reusing your plastic wrap. Momentous and heroic actions, that save a forest or free a nation, come from our enactment of the roles of a new story too. They are always irrational from within the story of separation. No one ever did anything great by fighting herself and trying hard to be good. No will is strong enough. But when we give ourselves to a great story, it carries us towards acts which, from outside it, look brave and magnanimous. As we release ourselves into the story of the connected self and Lover Earth, as that story becomes real to us and we believe it in every cell, we become capable of miracles: things which were impossible from the old story, but possible from the new.

The institutions built upon the stories of the Ascent of Humanity and the separate self are falling apart around us. I believe that everyone knows in his or her heart that we are indeed connected, interdependent for our very being, and that we are coming into cocreative partnership with a planet we are falling madly in love with. You may know it and not quite believe it yet. My job is to help you believe what you already know. But even if you don't fully believe it now, no matter. The old stories cannot hold much longer. Like it or not, we are being thrust into the new. But why wait? The rituals that connect us to the reality of Reunion are already coalescing, forming new systems of meaning, institutions, forms of social interaction, conceptual vocabularies, exchange infrastructure, and the myriad human roles of the new stories. Paradigms as diverse as permaculture, energy healing, nonviolent communication, P2P economics, alternative currency, and thousands more all draw from and contribute to the new Story of the People, Story of the World, and Story of Self. As we work, each according to our gifts, to create them, we make it all the easier for the heart's knowing of a more beautiful world to blossom into belief and then into reality for all of us. That new world is a place we can only enter together. The reality of the connected self requires it. 

 

Image courtesy of NASA, via Creative Commons license.

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Rebalancing the Cosmos

Charles, this is beautiful.  Thank you for your words, and I thank you for the opportunity to share my words.  I thank you for the inspiration that they have been in what I am about to write.  I would like to add my story to this in hopes that it will make it more real for those who are still in stages I have moved through.  

I should start by saying that not only does recycling and "doing our part" from within the old story breed the sanctimoniousness you point out, but in my case and at least a few others I know it also breeds anger, despair, and bitterness.  I used to do these things because it's obvious that we have to do them, and while in retrospect it was to be good or to be worthy of love as you say, it felt different at the time.  But when I did them out of the "Because we need to" story, I was often sent into terrible despair since so many others just don't.  "I don't even want kids!" I would say, “Why am I going to such lengths to do this when these ‘conservative’ assholes—who have kids—don't even care??? (Huh! Conservative?? What the hell are they conserving?)” Then I would become furious and dejected and would try to stop caring for some time because it wasn’t worth the effort that caring forced me to put forth, it just hurt too much to be the only one caring. Of course it wasn’t long before THAT started to hurt even worse.  It was a very confusing time, and painful. 

It's only been recently, however, that I've come to begin seeing things as you discuss here.  After living as I described above for the last few years, I spent about 6 months at the beginning of this year deeply analyzing all my actions, forcing myself to become aware of as much of the destruction, wastefulness, and pain as I could learn of which is connected with my simple everyday habits like going to the bathroom, shopping for things I really need within our societal context, doing dishes, buying and cooking my food, etc.  This was a period of even deeper despair.  It really furthered my sense of personal 'badness,' as upon examination nearly everything I did had aspects which were destructive or harmful, even the good things.  Especially the good things.  Bringing my family together for dinner meant furthering the suffering of animals and the destruction of the environment since our meat comes from factory farms.  This deepened my despair yet further as I had no way of escaping most of my habits.  “This is the world I was born into and raised by, how am I supposed to discover a sustainable way of life when everything I’ve ever been taught is actually bad and I have no knowledge of how to escape to/create a better system??”, I would fret.  I started rethinking things, but often my attempts to be “better” led to other serious and unforeseen problems. I obviously couldn’t create a new way of life by myself, so I spent considerable effort trying to convince those around me that they needed to help me change everything by changing everything about themselves as well.  I tried to show people the ugliness attached to and underlying everything around us in hopes that this would convince them to help me create a more beautiful world.  It was an attempt to start being "good," but I lost a few friends during this period and alienated most of the others. 

Some changes, like reusing graywater, were easy, though even this was painful and irrational because I was the only one doing it. Since I was still doing this from the old story it only furthered the resentment when those whom I was surrounded by still didn’t do anything about their habits of just letting the water run while doing dishes, brushing their teeth, taking long showers, or what have you. Hearing the water run was more painful than nails on a chalkboard when I was going to such lengths to conserve "because we have to".

Some of our ways are more difficult to change, I still feel a bit strange about toilet paper.  Killing a tree isn't bad enough, we have to add insult to injury and smear its remains with our feces? Then we throw it in clean, potable water—which we are running out of—that we have just defecated in, and send it to an “away” that’s really a nearby river.  Really?  Yes, we do. And it’s literally insane to do so, but that's the norm of our society. From the old story going to the bathroom nearly drove me to madness. 

But from the new story the guilt has left me because this is the only method available to me right now, and the path to the new story included coming to rituals myself.  Just as I'm not separate from the earth and all the beautiful beings that our way of life is harming, I'm also not separate from our society and way of life. To feel guilty about things I have no control over—to reject this part of my self—is to continue the war against the self in yet another new realm.  So I don't feel guilty about the things I have no control over any longer, and now I’m doing as many of the things I can out of ritual.  I wanted to compost my feces in the manner described in The Humanure Handbook, but my wife and roommate were horrified by this idea.  So instead, to rebalance my water use, I started to keep a bucket next to the sink and a pot under the flow of water when I'm rinsing dishes.  When the pot fills, I stop the water, and I pour the water into the bucket.  The act of pouring is an act of not just ritual, but the ritual soon became a ceremony for me.  It is a sacred act and I do it slowly and carefully, I pay very close attention to every move I make, the way my hands feel, and the way my heart feels—not because I worry about spilling but because I want to reconnect with the sacred and beautiful nature of the now moment and this act of love and gratitude. The very act of doing dishes still seems somehow strange to me, I know in my heart that there is a better way (that doesn’t include buying and throwing away disposable plates), but until we discover that something better, this is a beautiful way of returning balance to my life and the cosmos.

The First Peoples often conducted ceremonies different than this but for the same reason, to maintain the balance of the cosmos, or to return it to balance.  My act of pouring graywater into a bucket that I will then give to my compost pile or fruit trees in an equally sacred manner has shifted from the old story of “Because we need to” to the new story of “Because I want to, because I love to.” It required nothing less than moving to a view of my self as larger than the discrete “I” of the old story as you describe so well in your work. It is done in the sense that “this will return balance to my self,” which from the new story is in a very real sense actually saying “this will return balance to the cosmos.” The amount of water is admittedly trivial in comparison to what my neighbors use to water their grass, but the amount of love is infinitely greater, and in addition I no longer see myself as better for not watering my grass, nor do I judge them for giving clean water to grass when there are people thirsty and dying of water-borne illnesses. It's really not their fault, they are doing what our society tells us is right.  I no longer think I'm better than they are because my path took me through a period of discovery that they haven't been through, I'm just different, and diversity is important.  It takes all kinds.

What’s even more beautiful is that it started there, in the kitchen, and has radiated outwards. The pouring of water was my first ritual some months ago, but today far more of my behavior is becoming ritualistic and ceremonial. Riding my bicycle to school, for instance, used to be about exercise and saving gas, because I should rather than because I want to, so I would race to school as fast as I could. Today I ride much slower yet enjoy it much more. Instead of a sweaty, out of breath 10 minutes, it is 30 minutes of awe, wonder, and amazement at the incredible beauty and diversity of my surroundings as I ride, even though I’m riding on a street that cuts a deep gash into a beautiful wood past subdivisions that usurp incredible amounts of resources.  The ride has become a ritual rather than a waste of time, and the examples of my rituals are increasing by the day.

In the process I have discovered and begun to explore more and more deeply a new and unconditional love, which is what has allowed me to still love myself when I act in a way that is wasteful or harmful to the earth out of habit, culture, or necessity.  It became apparent rather quickly that the concept of unconditional love is extremely rare today, as conditional love is our particular brand of choice. Conditional love is the love that says "I love you when you're beautiful, young, and good, but I'll reject you if/when you're bad, old, or ugly."  It's the love of the school system which "grades" our worth and our potential; it's the love of the disciplinarian who praises good behavior and is disappointed with bad behavior; and it's the love of the environmentalist who judges and places praise on those who live sustainably, but places blame on people for living in the manner in which they were raised.  It's also the love we give to our Earth when we adore the sunset, the mountains, or the sound of the wind in the trees, but despise the bugs, heat, and "dangerous things." It's the love I gave to myself when I was recycling because “we need to” but felt guilty when I couldn’t.  Conditional love is a judgmental love, unconditional love is much more pleasant as it feels good to have my heart filled with love as frequently as possible.

From the context of unconditional love, all becomes a ritual, all becomes a ceremony, and the entire world is beautiful, even the things that we might prefer to have less of. But this could also fall under the same category that you placed your connected self in, as you said, “if the story of [unconditional love] is my own comforting illusion to assuage the loneliness of living in a cold hard [destructive, wasteful, and meaningless] universe of force and mass, then so be it!” Perhaps loving myself even if the the old me would judge me “bad” is just a way to excuse harmful or destructive behavior, but so be it, because it feels so much better than hating myself for being bad that I refuse to go back. But it also has had the effect of freeing me to do the things that rebalance my life and the cosmos out of love—because I want to—rather than out of guilt—because I have to—and the difference was unfathomable until I was pushed through the shift. Once I made the shift it became apparent that this is NOT just a comforting illusion, my rituals DID rebalance myself, and ARE rebalancing the cosmos. 

thank you

Thank you, thank you, thank you Harlan for this response. Shifting from "because I need to" to "because I want to, because I love to" is exactly what I'm talking about. You put it so beautifully. That is the attitude I'm trying to describe when I say "Lover Earth". Imagine what this planet will be like, when institutions and governments act from "because I love to". I want to encourage everyone to read Harlan's response in full -- it is so aligned with the spirit of this essay that it could really be a part of it.

Charles 

in gratitude

Charles, it was absolutely my pleasure to write it.  Thank you for guiding me along this path with your writings.  This is indeed part of a much larger miracle that is taking place today.

Embracing The Sacred

Outstanding article and comment. The First Nations describe this as a way of seeing the world. It is a living dynamic reality. We can experience this. I believe you need to say good-bye to the world in order to structure this kind of relationship. Most importantly you need access to unspoiled nature. Thank God for Canada. The wilderness is sacred, alive, part of us as we are part of it. For me personally the Egyptian Book of the Dead allows one to structure a 24 hour reality all based on the sacred interaction of your SELF and the natural world. For me this system Works, and honestly I am humbled by the power and wisdom demonstrated by the sustained practice of this sacred book.

Embracing The Sacred Earth with First Nation Tradition

Hyper-arousal of the species-mind

Beautifully inspiring, thanks... It resonates strongly with some words from the book "Dark Night, Early Dawn" by Christopher Bache:

"Just as my previous work had mediated the experience of collective anguish out of the collective field, my current task now seemed to be to mediate the experience of no-self into the collective surround. I experienced this primarily in terms of a flow of energy moving through me into the species-mind. To the extent that this flow took cognitive form at all, it took the form of becoming comfortable with the loss of boundaries. This had many aspects to it-being comfortable surrendering the boundaries of race, the boundaries of socioeconomic distinctions, the boundaries of nationality, the boundaries of religion. Wherever we had drawn boundaries around ourselves in history, there was fear. I seemed to be mediating a common energy that encouraged the dissolving of these boundaries and the softening of these fears. This went on for a very long time as boundary after boundary fell to a social melding. Soothing energies moved through me and reached into the human field, making it a bit easier for persons to relax and yield to the flow of historical events that were challenging and dissolving the unreal divisions humanity had drawn upon itself. Together we were paving the way for a future that was a radically unlike the present.(...)

There is a social awakening coming, a time when we will have dropped our attempt to live in the atomised cells of our historical past and we have appropriated the truth of our inclusive nature. Everything we are currently undergoing both privately and collectively is paving the way for this future. The net result of these and many experiences was to focus me on the question, "How can the entire species be awakened? What would it take for the whole of humanity to make this quantum jump in awareness?"(...)

The whole system was becoming alive at new levels, and this aliveness was expressing itself in previously impossible ways. It was as if the eco-crisis had myelinized connections in the species-a mind, allowing new and deeper levels of self-awareness to spring into being. Repeatedly there was the message: "these things will happen much faster than anyone can anticipate because of the hyper-arousal of the species-mind." Thousands of fractal images drove this lesson home again and again. "Faster than anyone can anticipate." The pace of the past was irrelevant to the pace of the future. The new forms that were emerging were not temporary fluctuations but permanent psychological and social structures that marked the next evolutionary step in our long journey toward self-activated awareness. The entire process seemed to be being driven by strange attractors that were rapidly drawing the system into new patterns of self-configuration".

"The SACRED (whatever that means) is surely related (somehow) to the BEAUTIFUL (whatever that means)..."
Gregory Bateson

 

nice stuff

and Gregory Bateson was so refreshing.

haha, (whatever that means!)

also wonderful writing by Charles, 

 

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The Divine is always here... as our the ancesters to who we are

        The other day I was looking up the history of the Celtic people.   They too were butchered for the glory of Patriarchal Empire.  Their Greatest God was called Danu... Great Mother!  Their God was simply Mother.  Their responsibilities were to the earth and each other.  They had sweat lodges -- one of the biggest was in Bath (until it was taken over by Corporate Rome). Celtic woman could be leaders – a practiced the Romans abhorred.  There was no central authority.  They managed to get along.  And unlike the Romans they never threw their children in garbage dumps.  Patriarchal societies... first the Romans, then the Greeks (Alexander The Warmonger), then the Romans again.  The Romans striped their matriarchal ways and made them slaves in the Roman mine fields.  Later the Romans would give the Celts a new religion based on the Patriarchal Religion of the day (Christianity).  With this new religion, the descendents of the Celts were separated into nations... Ireland, France, Italy, Spain, England, Germany, Turkey... They were forced assimilated into the Empire (that is based on the need to consume and greed) many Celts that kept the ritual of speaking with there ancestors and working their medicines from Mother Earth were then labeled as witches and warlocks and thus began the inquisition to wipe away any remnant of their ancestral faith.

 

These Celt people (now called European) armed with a religion bent on conquer and greed came here to America and began the same policies on the people that spoke still to their ancestors... The American Indian was close to annihilated.

 

Why do we wish them (the American Indian) final assimilation with us when we know what that will do to them?  They become part of the Patriarchal System of War and Greed and Governance.

 

I look around at who I have become under this system and my grasping is trying to find my identity once again.  Peace is finding.  And I'm finding that if I reach back far enough I find my Mother again... I find her there still too (what's left of her) on any Indian Reservation... I find my Ancestors before and after the brokenness that happened to us of Celtic lineage in Europe or that happened to us here in America.

 

They say the first recorded war happened in Persia.   At the time they held very Patriarchal identity and Zoroaster was like a prophet to the patriarchal deity.

 

Good article and you are right Charles... Sweat lodges must be free of written contracts... in that we spit on what killed our ancestors here and over the ocean.  I'll take you to a sweat in Indiana that is all about the ancestors if you want.  Now I can't guarantee this because the man that runs the sweat needs to ask the Spirits first about it.  Sometimes they say no to him.

 

O and I would like to share an interview that I had on the radio about ancestors with Phillip Keller in England.

http://www.mevio.com/episode/178689/Shaman+Peter+Dean+Aka+The+Blue+Katchina+talks+about+his+experiences+becomin

And or ohers looking for thir ancestors...

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1476708634992994235&ei=5w3QSpK_CJuQqQLk-#

And believe me it's the same story to many in the world that lived under a matriarchal way.

Mother help us all!

For you are truth of my lineage.

May I take care of you to the deepest reaches of the deepest part of your ancestry from you I was born and to you I will return again.

Sometimes I think the word cherishment is reater then love or faith.

Keep your Mystory Mystery sacred... remember those that have passed... remember those to come... remember thoe unwritten.

Peace in!

Peace out!

Peace in the center!

Peace is finding peace on earth...

centered...

balanced...

here and now...

Danu, Grand Mother, I remember my Ancestors through you.

Tenkasula, Grandfather, you are mystery.

Permission to reproduce?

Dear Charles,

Thank you for this article, which expresses and defines these ideas far better than I have yet been able to do. It has helped me directly and also served as an inspiration in my own efforts.

I would like to reproduce your article on my blog at www.darkoptimism.org I have never had a 'guest author' before, but I would very much like to place your article before my readers, as a development of the ideas I have been working towards in articles like these:

http://tinyurl.com/culturalstories

http://tinyurl.com/darkphilosophy

I am just starting to read The Ascent of Humanity, and judging from your attitude to reproduction there I imagine you will be happy for me to do so, but it felt only right to ask.

Namaste, Shaun

 

"Don't ask what the world needs, ask what makes you come alive, and go do that.  What the world needs is people who've come alive."

- Howard Thurman

certainly

Go ahead. The folks at RS ask that a link be provided to the original article.

Charles 

I would also like to post

I would also like to post this, to the Seers and Seekers Yahoo group.

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/seerseeker/

 

 

http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com

Thanks

 

Will do.  Thanks.

thank you

http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com Prologue Sun and Moon embrace as one for brief eternity all mystery within Black and White create gradation radiate kinetic energy We can achieve believe, begin, begin, begin Gardeners, planting flowers, planting food, planting souls in nurturing soil Healers perceiving wounds to be sewn relieving loneliness revealing pain held in, denied twisting ardent toil Teachers admiring their wards finding with them questions, keys and doors; realizing history is only destiny when explorations cease; invitations from space and time come complete with choices A choir of voices from softest spark to fervent blaze Troops of effervescent players Symphonies, drums at dawn Inspiration and instruction carried forth through song and stage vibrant murals painting onward age to age Taking up the challenge of the tale that twists, turns, meanders providing kaleidoscopic opportunity ever to begin again (c) January 22, 2009 Laurie Corzett/libramoon

Help on the Way

http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/afp/091012/business/nobel_economy

 

 

one more positive contribution to ensure a healthy future for all. Thankyou! 

plastic wrap and Mother earth

Thank you Charles. I am in awe as I read. My awe culminates to tears specifically upon reading: "I am having a personal relationship with that piece of plastic wrap, and with all the beings that created it, and with all of its relations." Thanks for bringing it to such a personal level by including this detailed piece of your life and putting into words something I too feel in my heart and so do with plastic wrap. Are you saying that in our growing out of childhood we can / are now: growing out of treating earth as Mother (from whom we take,take,take) and so now treat earth as our Lover? In our adolescence, are we moving on from Mother, to Lover? or treating Mother earth (and therefore everyone) as Lover (because in our growing we realize that relationship is never one way / sided. We love giving 'back' to Mother and receiving and we know that our giving back (i.e. recycling plastic wrap) is not actually even giving back but more simply it is relationship) ??? in love and gratitude, Jeannene

Yes

Yes Jeannene, beautifully put. We are beginning to treat earth as our lover, not our mother. The fundamental relationship to the Other has shifted. We give as well as take, and enter into a cocreative relationship.

Charles 

I don't think that's it at all

Earth is going to be our Mother no matter how you look at it.  She is of the female aspect.  She has all the qualities of Mother.

Some people have dudes as lovers... Mother Earth says it all.

But in the end... we are all realted.

I agree Peter

I feel it makes more sense to treat Mother earth (and therefore everyone and everything) AS Lover versus ceasing to think of Earth as Mother...this couldn't be done even if we tried and trying would create...well, more of the same. We better not throw Mother out with the bath water!

 

We've got to make good and keep good our relationship with Mother to be Lovers.  So many people try to fill there need for connection with Mother through lovers but it can not be done.

 

As grown children, we are entering into muture love relationship with Mother  ~ one of GIVE and take as a model of the profound beauty all relationships are meant to be.  

 

Also, I don't think mothers think of their babies as little greedy takers.  In all the taking baby does it GIVES Mother her unfoldment, joy and fulfilment...again a model of all relationships.     

How Love Works by Bert Hellinger and Dieter Duhm, Sacred Matrix speak of this.   

Thank you

little greedy takers

Few mothers I know think that (except in occasional moments of frustration). I raised three babies and I never felt that either. My point is that a child feels a natural sense of entitlement. It is the child's role to cry for its needs, and to take what is offered. I want my children to take what I offer them. It is not their job to worry about whether I am giving too much. As they grow up, though, this relationship changes.

Charles 

mother and lover

The concept of Lover Earth is not meant to be an absolute category. It is a lens through which to see our changing relationship to the planet. It is a metaphor that can illuminate some things, but if you take it too far it no longer serves. 

There is some deep, primal part of ourselves that will always relate to the earth as mother. It is the part that we experience when we descend (into the sweat lodge, the cave, the animal). At the same time, in the technological age we also see Earth from the outside, as a separate observer, whether from space or from the perspective of science that objectifies nature in order to study it. Many scientists, reaching this abstract distance, nonetheless fall in love with what they see. Same for the astronauts, and the people who have seen earth's photos.

Charles 

When the Light goes On!

Beautifully stated. As children we may feel "separated" by leaving the womb, perhaps a traumatic birth etc. However we do assimilate/reintegrate through life's stages, as we never leave nor ever have left Her.

The Sweat Lodge is like the womb...

The sweat lodge is a form of being in the wonb again.  You enter into the belly of it and soon enogh you are agin emersed in heat and humidity.  Here you are being purified and when you leave tou crwal out.  And there have been times where I just laid on the belly of mother earth and let the winds cool me down feeling relieved.  It is a beautiful moment both in the physical feeling as well as in the spiritual. 

Video on the Gift

I want to tell people that there is a video on my YouTube channel that touches indirectly on many of these issues. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rG-L41dlEwc

Charles

The Two World's

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/(Ghost)_Riders_in_the_Sky:_A_Cowboy_Legend

 

 

The video was really well done. One thing Charles, as a parent watching all my four children born healthy right there before my eyes, something my dad's generation was never allowed to see and was separated from, I experienced something all the psychedelics over forty years have never even come close to giving me. The sacred way I felt--- humbled and honoured and loved just at my child's gaze upon my face was indeed a BLESSING. Being disabled, unemployable, and on a pension has allowed me fifteen years to structure a world that has little or nothing to do with the strip mall religions of todays city's and suburbs. I have access to pristine local wilderness and this is the living dynamic available to everyone that I have spent quite a bit of time exploring from a sacred perspective. For me personally now it's about finding a bridge back to the human world, this now is my journey and I am committed to rebuilding relationships with people as opposed to avoiding them. You mention that concept Charles when you speak about gift giving and receiving or refusing. For years I felt immune to pain as I denied any emotion, and used my physical pain as a fuel to raise my family the best I could. People at times would reach out to help and I would separate refuse deny, I believed no one could feel the pain I felt. After a while (years have passed) I realized no-one is offering anymore, kids were all grown and left. I ran outside and realized after multiple panic attacks it was 2009, and one thing was for sure. It WAS a different world, and so a new adventure begins.

The New Story

Have a wonderful card a friend gave to me eight years ago on my fridge. On the front is a human being with the Earth in its lap and arms around it. On the back is this:

 Compassion Mandala

 "...have no fear of human sin. Love people even in their sin, for that is the semblance of Divine Love and is the highest love on earth. Love all of God's creation, the whole and every grain of sand of it. Love every leaf, every ray of God's light. Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love."

 (Fyodor Dostoyevsky, "The Brothers Karamazov")

 Thank you Charles and Harlan as your writings express so well what I too have experienced the past eight years. Very encouraging to see this being expressed.

The First Ever

Compassion is essential

I couldn't agree more.There is a role for all positive spiritual practice as an adjunct and part of a more holistic healing regime. As well we need to explore more fully the positive role medical cannabis plays and the positive effects it has on many sick people with a variety of illnesses.

Shamandry!!!!!

Micheal, wonderful, welcome to the club!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbQ4U_j_6bM

You are a Shaman!

Lets meet up and let me dance to your song....

Charles you are invited...

You tooo Susan B!

How long will we believe the old story?

We are weaving a new story stronger and with more vitality than ever but I wonder how much longer the old story can continue?

 I think the social contract between the United States Corporations and its citizens are quite explicit, invest your time and you will be rewarded with material wealth and the ability to live in retirement with frequent golf outings. As those that have invested much in that old story realize the futility of all that sitting in a cubicle for the promise of playing the stock market, I would think that many will embrace the stories woven by demagogues and hatemongers, manifesting in violence. I hope this won't occur and I focus on building the positive aspects of the new world but we'll have to consider the amount of energy people many have invested in the old one and how that could bring a turbulent transition.

Stories about Stories

Charles, an excellently written piece, as usual.

In general I agree that new stories are needed. I tend to side with Lyotard though in that our postmodern condition is such that we cannot create any new matanarrative, but instead are stuck with multiple competing narratives that are better or worse interpretations of things.

In some cases, your new narrative is useful (if I understand it correctly--please do correct my errors in interpretation). Finding spiritual purpose in sorting the recycling can be life-enriching, and encourage what would otherwise be a boring or meaningless task.

In other cases, your new narrative might not be as useful. The "new age narcissist" might take your words and fit them to a narrative in which all that matters is one's own happiness, justifying a lack of collective political and social action and further entrenching a consumerist approach to changing the world. "If only people bought more of the right things," goes the story, reinforcing capitalist structures, and forgoing any of the hard work of structural change. In this case, perhaps a story about ourselves as political animals could be more useful.

I also think there are still many domains in which the stories of science are the best available ones. If I need surgery, then I appreciate the rich and detailed story of allopathic medicine, even while I also dip into the stories of complimentary and alternative medicine. Your reading of surgery as a ritual could perhaps bring a deeper and more rich narrative, which could be very useful in providing personal or cultural meaning to an otherwise cold process. But I'd still want my surgeon to be deeply steeped in the story of medical science!

Perhaps one story that could also be useful is to see the "meaningless universe" story as an incredible act of human imagination!

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Hopeful paradigms for our children

Charles & Everyone on RS,

Charles' thoughtful (yes, I'll use the overused "brilliant", bc us RS readers know it applies here...) articulation on the past, current & future state of humankind always seems to be lined w/ some hope & optimism. For myself, I like to incorporate Charles' insights in to my ever evolving adult living handbook. I've also heard Charles speak on several occasions, and I'm always struck by his admiration for today's young people, and their successful adaptations to the realities of today's increasingly complex world. They've been forced to develop acute antenna's for the bs and manipulation all around us. My question is...what new hopeful and ambitious stories and myths can we adults help perpetuate for today's young people? Who are today's superheroes? I was shaped to believe in war, Wall Street and the many other competitive and exploitive activities that guided our lives - that was my cultural, societal and parental imprinting, and it was reinforced everywhere I looked. I guess my question is...Charles, what bedtime stories would you tell your own young child? What dreams would you want a son or daughter to slumber with? For instance, Why can't Batman fight the Great Pacific Garbage Patch in our oceans, instead of some psychotic green guy w/ lipstick? The psychotic green guy is just too easily hijacked by existing paradigms and a molded into our countries' enemy-du-jour (communist, socialist, immigrant, terrorist...). Same w/ all our "superheroes", cartoon and otherwise. Charles, I wish you'd write a book for young people, cause I bet it would be excellent, and I'd like to give it to my two nieces (7 & 10 yrs. old).Thanks for listening... Llama Man

Don't hope...

Pray into Mystery...

And if you change the e in Mystery to an o...

It's Mystory...

And your allowed there

as long as you don't give Mystery a face.

I see you... But yourstory is Mystery too... and so I will never know everything about you as I as of now don't even know everything about mystory...

Peace is finding...

that's all it is.

Let's Groove

Charles, thank you for this article's gift.

I read it during a time when ritual is an ever-present concern, and its spirit is profoundly inspiring. I'm moved, too, by the your line: "The connected self living in joyous cocreative partnership with Lover Earth" -- and your phrasing Lover Earth itself. Last night and the night before I dreamed these themes, and so appreciate your elaboration of them. The movement from a foundational relationship of Mother(ing)-abuse to a foundational relationship of loving giving-receiving is a change of worlds, for sure.

Once, not long ago, I encountered a voice. The voice said, "I am here for the health of the story world." Your exploration of story greatly elucidates what such a voice wants, and how it plays, and the methods it might use.

"To a lover we desire to give as well as to receive, and we desire to create together, each offering our gifts toward a purpose transcending each of us, so that our union becomes greater than the sum of our individuality." The word "gift" used to mean, specifically, "marriage gift." Giving to Lover Earth -- giving on Lover Earth -- is both an act of love and an act celebrating and supporting love itself, its larger interconnectedness and creativity. Both are one and the same.

Cheers,

Coyote Marie

The Story, Yes!

Hi--I'm new. I've only been a member for 16 min., and to find this. The first place I went to. Wow. Someone who can elaborate as clearly and definately what I myself having been trying to express and share. May I quote from the booklet I am just finishing called "Self-healing: The Real Key to Health": 

 

"MEDICINE AS A MAGICAL CEREMONY: “THE STORY” Let’s take a step away and look at just what really happens when you go to an MD, a New Age practitioner, or any healer. Science doesn’t know about this but all doctors are, in addition, medicine men, priestly voodoo artists. You have some physical ache or irregularity so you go to a healer. He asks you “What’s the matter?” and, based upon what you say, he takes out some magical examining instruments. These have dials and make strange sounds. Then he pokes and prods your body with other instruments and his hands. These methods give him the power to “see.” Then, based upon what he’s “seen,” he explains what’s the matter with you and what needs to be done to fix it. That is, he tells you “a story.” And, if it is the right story, if it is a really good story–and he is good at telling it–you will be healed--as the story defines that--if you accept the story, believe it and carry it out. That is, even in this new millennium, healing is still a ritual, a ceremony conducted by the village shaman.

 

 Thus, partly, It’s a matter of faith, belief, the power of the mind. As healing always has been. And, if healing is “story,” then, through the use of your mind again, you have to find “the story” that suits you best. For you will probably find that different doctors and practitioners tell you different stories. For example, I once had a pain in a tooth. The pain wasn’t in the tooth itself but in the periodontal tissue in the bone around the root. The tooth was “sore.” Also, the bone had partly worn-away so that the root of the tooth was exposed. I went to one dentist who looked at the x-ray and noticed some decay on the root. He said that this was the problem, that there wasn’t any cure for it and that the tooth must be extracted. I then called an old friend who is a periodontist on the phone and described what was going on. Over the phone he said “I’ll bet that this tooth is out of occlusion and it’s being struck hard by the opposing tooth when you bite down.” I went to his office and he ground the top of the opposing teeth back into occlusion. He looked at the x-ray and he said, “There is some decay on the root, but it’s shallow. It’s not near the pulp so it’s probably not causing the problem.”

 

Now, here are two stories. Which one would you accept? And why? Hint: it’s usually a good practice, unless the situation critically threatens your life and health, to try the least invasive procedure first."

 

Thanks a lot, Charles. I am looking for like-minded souls.  And this helps me want to continue. One thing I do wonder about, as I have looked here so far: As far as shamanism, spirituality and transformative experience go, although I write, I find music more communicative and transformative than words. So, although I believe in and talk about stories, the real meaning of the story for me is the sound that it makes in my mind. Do-dah-oh-do-dah-day. The drum, the chant, the rattle. It's all for us who can hear (SEE) The Natural Rhythm of the Universe and then bring it into ourselves and pass it out again to those around us.

 

iwastheshadowofthewaxwingslain Victor Greentree www.circleoftheearth.org

the difficulty of transition

The transition from reactive living to conscious living is difficult. For many of us that is simply replacing one set of beliefs for another. The new beliefs are often spiritual or earth-loving and so highly validating, but nevertheless they are symbolic beliefs.

 

To live from awareness isn't easy or difficult--it's a little delicate. For example, I find it difficult not to look for a conventional job in a conventional way, or not to pay taxes, or not to invest in mutual funds. And yet, in the areas where I have allowed awareness to be aware, beauty arises naturally.

k

http://www.beyond-karma.com

A Response

The idea that ritual flows from “belief” supposes that any human actions undertaken according to what one accepts to be real must be “ritual”—writing a check in the belief that the bank will honor it, going to the grocery store in the belief that one will find food, doing a job in the belief that one will be compensated, buying a car in the belief that one’s status will be elevated, all these would be contemporary rituals. From a strictly behavioral viewpoint this makes perfect sense—any action can become ritualized behavior; always using a particular pen to write a check is a ritualized behavior. So one can speculate that modern rituals have more “meaning” because they are predicated on what we agree is “real.” The problem with this view is something like the problem of body without soul, society without culture, or myth without mythos (thank you Heather!). Ritual without connecting to the sacred is made up of what Berman calls “secondary” or “substitute satisfactions.” For hundreds of thousands of years human beings have practiced rituals which brought them into relationship with Awe and Mystery. This means that at the center of the ritual process one crossed a kind of bridge, or made a passage into a wider world-view; here, one temporarily enters an unbounded condition in which transformation is possible—not guaranteed, but possible. This extra-ordinary condition is what Felicitas D. Goodman called “the altered state of consciousness,” and in her words “Ritual without the shift to the altered state of consciousness is simply not possible.” This quality of sacred ritual is described by Eliade as: “imitating divine gestures or certain episodes of the sacred drama of the cosmos… its content is archaic and refers to sacraments—that is, to acts which presuppose an absolute reality, a reality which is extrahuman. Signing a contract can certainly be a significant, even solemn occasion, but I wonder how often does it imitate a “divine gesture”? how often does it bring us into relation with an extrahuman reality? Sacred rites are about relationship, in them we dance toward something mysterious and awe-ful. Making the “shift” of consciousness, crossing the bridge, or making passage removes us from ordinary to extra-ordinary time and thought. The symbols and images that inhabit such junctures speak to us, as Sean Kane recounts: “Beyond this point is a zone where ordinary human thinking cannot go. You must make a shift to another kind of thinking." The opening of Charles Eisenstein’s article entitled “Rituals for Lover Earth,” describes a modern surgery in terms of a shamanic rite. It is a clever trick when he pulls the curtain to reveal the modern surgery room, but (and this is a big but) I have personally been the subject of such so-called rituals repeatedly throughout my childhood, and I can say from experience that the “medicine man” in the modern surgery was not interested in the care of my soul. To the modern medicine men who experimented on me the human body was simply a machine that needed to be repaired or remodeled. In Eisenstein’s depiction again we have a behaviorist describing the requisite disinfecting of the surgeons hands as a purification rite. But when we really attempt to do a purification rite are we not seeking to reach something deeper than what mere soap can reach? I am unconvinced that the surgery qualifies as a transformative ritual. So how does Eisenstein define ritual: I would like to offer a different conception of ritual that illuminates its continuing ubiquity in today's world, and that suggests a means to deploy ritual as an agent of transformation. Let's play with this definition: a ritual is a prescribed sequence of symbolic actions that draws meaning and power from a "story of the world". In turn, it reinforces and affirms that story. I completely agree with this definition and I also completely disagree. Why? Because it is only half of a definition. The missing half is the story creation is telling about us. That is to say, there are stories and then there are stories. Of course, story is a given—all human thought, perception, and consciousness itself is made of story—that is the way we think. There are one-sided stories that exploit and there are the multivalent stories we call myths that are generative. In my experience myth and ritual are equal partners in the cultural project of mythopoeic expression—each one gives rise to the other. Look at it another way. In David Bohm’s work on the “implicate order” he contrasts the implicate with the explicate. In Bohm’s idea the totality of reality is unknowable, that is, it can never be “explained” therefore any given explanation of reality will be incomplete. In this understanding we can see that the modern stories which Eisenstein cites—writing a check, signing a contract, affixing a stamp, waiting in line, voting, filling out a form, writing a report, issuing a grade, affixing a label, signing off on a proposal, asking permission, showing a passport, etc.—are all explications and therefore incomplete stories. We live incomplete stories and pretend they are whole by stuffing the gap with substitute satisfactions. Such substitutes are socially accepted answers; it always feels safer and more comfortable to “live the answers” but Rilke said “it is better to live the questions.” In such uncomfortable uncertainty—the bridge or shift—transformation can occur. What we must seek, then, are stories to live that are made more of questions than of answers. Such a story will be paradoxical, multivalent, and able to embody and hold contrary meanings, it won’t really explain anything, rather, it will disclose reality by implication. I am convinced that this kind of multivalent implication, or mythic disclosure, presents what Berman calls a “primary satisfaction of wholeness.” When we can’t get primary satisfactions we enter into the civilized conspiracy to suppress primary satisfactions and so we turn to substitute satisfactions, i.e., stories that ultimately do not satisfy the soul. Another compelling description of the substitute satisfaction is Derrick Jensen’s idea of the “toxic mimic”:

Toxic mimics take a very real, necessary, creative, life-affirming, and most of all relational urge and turn it—pervert it—until it does not further any mutual relationships at all but instead superficial relationships based on domination and control. Toxic mimics can cause people to forget those original relational urges, to forget mutuality is possible, to forget depth is possible, to eventually believe control is natural and desirable.

Or as Caroline Casey puts it “For want of a mythology, we have its toxic mimic, the soap opera of celebrity culture. A mythology invites us to be active participants. Celebrity culture … engenders passivity and cultivates nothing but envy." The point is that human beings are always living a “story of the world,” but whether people forget or disbelieve the old whole-hearted stories does that really mean they lose power and become fake? Now back to Eisenstein: Nearly all of the sweat lodge ceremonies I have been to were replete with fake rituals. Even if they scrupulously followed the prescribed procedures of the native tradition from which they originated, what was once authentic had become fake. That is because we did not truly believe the Story of the World in which the rituals were once embedded. Following this logic if we stop believing in the gods they will disappear, die, or worse, become fake. I feel that Eisenstein is carrying a huge counter-intention, and this causes me to mistrust his conclusions. The hopeful thing that Eisenstein has hold of is that these substitute stories and rituals are dying and that humanity is transitioning into a new story. I think that in his hope for a new story Eisenstein has confused the modern one-sided story with the primal wholehearted story. While his hope is temptingly attractive I suspect it is one more version of the utopian fantasy dressed up in different clothes; the story of infinite progress and the break-through into an age of wonders is apparently alive and well. For my part I am prepared to work in the great project of culture which is myth-making, although I know I will not see the new myths in my lifetime, I am content in the effort to play my part in weaving a tapestry that is beyond my comprehension. For many years I have crazily devoted myself to forgotten, disbelieved, laughable, ridiculous stories. These stories have been pushed to the edges of society, into the alleys and gutters, the ghettos and asylums, ah but they have not lost power at all; gratefully, I recall the words of another madman, Hölderlin:

The divine energies Are still alive, but isolated above us,

in the archetypal world.

They keep on going there, and, apparently, don’t bother if Humans live or not...

that is a heavenly mercy.

thank you

it blew my mind when i ran across your blog, charles. i have been very interested in your new book and have seen all of your youtube videos. my partner and i are both active youtube vloggers. i found this blog in an interesting way, i think. i was working on my newest video, and i am using the audio from your money part one video... i noticed that the subject matter was reflective of derrick jensen's toxic mimic concepts and decided to post some of his material in text on my video. i googled toxic mimic and derrick jensen quotes and this blog was on the list. the funny thing is though, that i had read much of it before i realized that you were the author of it. it was very inspiring to realize just how connected we really are. i hope that you dont mind that i use your audio in my videos. your work carries the message that i would like to convey to my subscribers. sincerely, cheri morris

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