Skywriters in Hades (Pt. 1)

With thanks to Mrs. Kephas: the perfect listener.
PART ONE: LEARNING TO LISTEN
"Don't scorn the word: Poets, the world is noisy and silent, only God speaks." —Antonio Machado
Pornography and Shamanic Healing
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." —E.L. Doctorow
In 1992, Giacomo Rizzolatti and a team of neuroscientists accidentally discovered mirror neurons while experimenting on monkeys. The monkeys had their brains wired up in order to observe how motor neurons related to hand movements, and when a monkey picked up a peanut, the neuron fired. But to the team's surprise, the same motor neuron also fired when the monkey was watching a lab assistant pick up the peanut. Apparently, to the monkey's brain, seeing someone grabbing a peanut was a similar experience to grabbing the peanut itself. Action and perception were "tightly linked." The neuroscientist Vilayanur S. Ramachandran believes that the discovery of mirror neurons for neuroscience is equivalent to the discovery of DNA for biology, and that the "fifth revolution" is the neuroscience revolution (following Copernican, Darwinian, Freudian, and Crick and Watson's discovery of DNA).
Before we look more closely at what mirror neurons are, I'd like to begin by citing an interesting demonstration of how they function, using for an example a subject we are all acquainted with—pornography. The following is from "Porn and Mirror Neurons," by Jonah Lehrer.
"But how does porn work? Why do humans (especially men) get so excited by seeing someone else have sex? At first glance, the answer seems obvious: watching porn triggers an idea (we start thinking about sex), which then triggers a change in our behavior (we become sexually aroused). This is how most of us think about thinking: sensations cause thoughts which cause physical responses. Porn is a quintessential example of how such a thought process might work.
"But this straightforward answer is probably wrong. Porn does not cause us to think about sex. Rather, porn causes to think we are having sex. From the perspective of the brain, the act of arousal is not preceded by a separate idea, which we absorb via the television or computer screen. The act itself is the idea. In other words, porn works by convincing us that we are not watching porn. We think we are inside the screen, doing the deed."
Now let’s reframe this argument and apply it instead to a shamanic healing ritual.
How does shamanic ritual work? Why do humans get healed by seeing someone else perform a ritual? At first glance, the answer seems obvious: watching a ritual triggers an idea (we start thinking about healing), which then triggers a change (we are healed). This is how most of us think about thinking: sensations cause thoughts which cause physical responses. Shamanic ritual is a quintessential example of how such a thought process might work.
But this straightforward answer is probably wrong. Shamanic ritual does not cause us to think about being healed. Rather, shamanic ritual causes us to think we are doing the healing. From the perspective of the brain, the act of healing is not preceded by a separate idea, which we absorb via watching the shaman. The act itself is the healing. In other words, shamanic ritual works by convincing us that we are not watching a shamanic ritual. We think we are the shaman, doing the ritual.
This interpretative model can be applied to absolutely anything within the parameters of human experience; but what we are interested in applying it to here is writing, most specifically journal writing, which involves the observation of behavioral patterns. What are the ways in which writing can be used to hold a mirror to our psyches and develop empathy for ourselves, as well as for others? How is isolating ourselves from the input of others a means for self-examination and a way to become more integrated into the community? What is a group mind, how is it formed, what makes its hold upon us so complete, and how does writing help to break that hold? What is individuation, how does it pertain to finding our own unique "voice," as writer-programmers of our reality—and what does all this have to do with porno and shamanism?!
Stay tuned, all will be revealed.
Reality as a Language-Based Construct
"The linking and relinking of objects by the Brain is actually a language, but not a language like ours (since it is addressing itself and not someone or something outside itself). We should be able to hear this information, or rather narrative, as a neutral voice inside us. But something has gone wrong. All creation is a language and nothing but a language, which for some inexplicable reason we can't read outside and can't hear inside. So I say, we have become idiots. Something has happened to our intelligence. My reasoning is this: arrangement of parts of the Brain is language. We are parts of the Brain; therefore we are language. Why, then, do we not know this? We do not even know what we are, let alone what the outer reality is of which we are parts. The origin of the word 'idiot' is the word 'private.' Each of us has become private, and no longer shares the common thought of the Brain, except at a subliminal level. Thus our real life and purpose are conducted below our threshold of consciousness." —Philip Dick, Valis
As many of us have long known (or are beginning to suspect), writing is a lot more than just marks on a page or pixels on a computer screen. Computer programming and html code are helping us to conceptualize reality as a language-based construct, and however foreign, even revolutionary, this idea is, it is not without its precedents. In fact, biology’s discovery of DNA and genetic code has already established this idea for several decades, but because DNA is something few of us have direct knowledge of, it remains a largely abstract hypothesis. With computer programming, however, the idea that a series of letters could give rise to material reality—image—is something that we get to experience for ourselves every time we boot up our PC. We all know that code creates images, and images reflect (and can pass for) reality.
Once upon a time this idea—and most of all the possibility of applying it—was restricted to the few. Once upon a time only initiates were privy to the occult knowledge required to activate "junk DNA," raise the "Kundalini," and recalibrate consciousness from human to divine frequencies. In Gnostic tradition, this self-activation process was symbolically described as moving up the chain of planetary "Archons," using certain key words of power to get past each Archon or gatekeeper, until individual freedom was attained. These days, kids who don't know an archon from their elbow are playing video games which require certain clues and passwords to get past a series of obstacles, or "gatekeepers," in order to make it to "the next level." Without digressing any further into the sacred science of occultism, you might say there's been a progression from the magical tradition of spellcraft once reserved to the priestly caste, to government-sponsored biologists and neuroscientists tinkering with DNA and monkey brains, until today, when the oldest and most arcane art and science is being taught to pre-schoolers, and anyone with the time and patience to master computer-programming can summon occult forces and shape reality—via the power of words.
All of these various disciplines and media have one thing in common: language. Language is a series of symbols which only become meaningful once their meaning is agreed upon and they can be used to communicate. DNA, html code, god-names and video games are all metaphors, because in a reality that's interpreted (and therefore shaped) via language, everything is metaphor. So what are they all metaphors for? In simplest terms, they are metaphors for the human psyche, and the process being described is that of individuation, or, to use another metaphor, the alchemical transmutation of consciousness. This is the "real life and purpose" which (writer) Philip K. Dick intuited as being "conducted below our threshold of consciousness." It is happening right here, right now, beneath the surface and between the lines of our everyday narratives.
The Listener: Developing a Dialogue with Self
"In Genesis, Yahweh's first instruction to Adam is not something practical such as how to make a fire or fashion a weapon. He teaches the first man to name all of His creatures. By this act, Yahweh emphasizes that naming is the most potent power He will confer on mortals. Through naming, Adam gains 'dominion over all the earth.' Naming confers meaning and order. To name is to know. To know is to control." —Leonard Schlain, The Alphabet Vs. the Goddess
It is logical to presume that, before words were ever written down, they began as sounds. While we can only presume this about the species, we can observe it first hand when it comes to individuals. When a baby learns to speak it doesn't build a vocabulary word by word (a process which begins later), it starts by making unintelligible sounds in imitation of what it hears. Gradually, these sounds begin to resemble recognizable language and verbal communication begins. Soon after this, the child learns to read and write and language becomes fixed, not only as sound but as image. It becomes script, code. Writing then introduces a new possibility, that of words separate from direct communication, and the corresponding possibility of communication occurring, not only across space, but across time. As Leonard Schlain writes in The Alphabet Versus the Goddess, "The written word is essentially immortal. To a hyper-conscious primate who had become aware that death was inevitable, the discovery of a method to project one's self beyond a single life span seemed nothing less than miraculous."
There is another possibility which Schlain does not discuss, another purpose for writing which has nothing to do with immortality or even communication in the ordinary sense. That is the possibility of writing without any intention of ever sharing it with another human being—such as for example when writing a journal. Thousand, perhaps millions, of people do this every day (admittedly less so now that blogs and Facebook have opened up the possibility of communicating with strangers), and the assumed wisdom is that keeping a journal is a therapeutic process. If this is really the case, how does it work? The obvious answer is that writing a journal is a way to communicate with oneself.
"To start a dialogue, first ask: then...listen." —Antonio Machado
Short of talking to oneself (which creates a very different effect), self-communication is only possible via writing. Writing down an account of one's activities or thoughts creates a distance between oneself and the raw material of one's existence, and potentially between one's everyday "motor" self and one's consciousness. As in good therapy, one is talking to an impartial, disinterested, but wholly attentive other, the difference being that, in this case, the "Listener" is oneself. This Listener is something we can all develop within ourselves, without which no real communication is possible. Before we can begin to listen to others, we have to learn to listen to ourselves. Only then can we find our true voice, because real speech can only come about as a response to listening, whether internally or externally.
We are all familiar with the phrase "to get something off your chest," the idea being that, by talking about something that is causing us stress or discomfort, we can let it go, or at least see it in a less stressful light. The reason this works is that, by talking about something with a second party, we can see it from a different perspective, from the outside rather than the inside, and reduce its power to affect us. This can work when we have a sympathetic ear to vent our frustration to, but it tends to work better when we have a neutral ear, such as in therapy. Therapy allows us to re-experience our problem from the perspective of an impartial but curious observer who is devoid of any strong emotional reaction. This presence is the Listener, being at once both interested and disinterested, sympathetic but impartial, uninvolved. When we communicate with ourselves in this way, via writing, creative expression, deep thought or meditation, we bring forth The Listener—the part of us that is equivalent to a sympathetic but disinterested friend or a therapist—and can then reconceive the problem from a new perspective. The benefits of this are two-fold: not only do we experience our problem in a less stressful light, we also gain access to a part of ourselves that is able to rise above any problem because it is entirely uninvolved, while at the same time, privy to inside information about us. The Listener is our own inner therapist.
Whether by sharing with a neutral party or writing it down, what is occurring through the act of communicating is that we get to see what's inside us in a way that feels safe to "take on board." In terms of the issue being reconceived, if we are angry, we may describe our anger and the reasons for it, thereby seeing the shape of it and coming to "grips" with it. We can then own the anger in such a way that confronting the original cause of our anger becomes much easier and more straightforward. Instead of acting in anger, we "take" our anger to the person or situation and express it in a more balanced, less emotive fashion. Writing a journal, like talking to a therapist, is a way of testing the contents of our minds, both conscious and unconscious (writing will bring unconscious matter to the surface just as much as therapy), making sure that we have got to grips with it before letting others see it. It is a psychological rehearsal space in which we can see exactly what we are capable of and what we're not—"where we're at"—before going on stage and performing in front of a live audience.
This sort of dialoguing with the self can have an accumulative effect: it creates a recursive feedback loop in which, the more we reveal the contents of our minds to ourselves and integrate them, the more we accept ourselves as we are, the more we can open up to others, and so on. Alchemically speaking, we are drawing the lead into the laboratory of our minds and transmuting it, via awareness, over a long painful process, into gold. By establishing a different way of relating to ourselves through on-going dialogue, we are establishing a kind of private social identity which, little by little, we can take with us into the world. By strengthening our individual sense of truth, meaning, and value, we are slowly "finding our feet" in reality.
PART TWO: SCRIPTING THE DREAM
"Authors, the scene ends with a rule of theater: In the beginning was the mask." —Antonio Machado
The Magikal Mirror
"Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind." —Catherine Drinker Bowen
Keeping a journal and performing a magical ritual might seem worlds apart, but there may be a common intent to both these activities. In the same way as we can bring aspects of our psyche to consciousness through writing, a ritual magician assumes certain roles with a desired outcome, embodying the god Mars in preparation for conflict or the goddess Venus in anticipation of love. By such archaic practices, the ceremonial magician is awakening parts of his (or her) psyche which he wishes to embody and integrate into his persona. In a similar way, a shaman dons animal skins as a means to summon "spirits" which "dwell" in his psyche and in that of his audience (or client): he or she is invoking (and evoking) the primordial forces by acting out a specific part of the group psyche, as a means to integrate it. This is analogous to group therapy also, when a ritual space is created within which normal social rules are suspended. This ritual space—be it the journal, the therapy room, the shaman's hut or the magician's circle—allows "the inexpressible to be expressed." As already described, communicating with ourselves in this way develops our ability to communicate with the world. Then, as we begin to bring this new awareness and maturity into our interactions with others, so communicating with the world deepens our relationship to ourselves.
There is a well-known magical oath: "I pledge to treat every phenomenon as a particular dealing of God with my Soul." While based on the metaphysical belief that the Universe is a "magical mirror" which constantly reflects back at us the internal conditions of our souls, this oath also sums up the tenets of existential psychology, as encapsulated by Carl Jung's statement: "When an inner process cannot be integrated it is often projected outward." On the individuation journey to self-knowledge, there are inevitably aspects of our consciousness which we are either unable to see or unwilling to look at in isolation. Just as there are gods which the magician is careful not to invoke until ready, there are subjects which we choose not to write about in our journal, often because we aren't ready to even think about them. Once we enter into interaction with other people, however, these are the very aspects that get stirred up. They are the rough (and blind) spots which sooner or later are going to trip us as we begin to engage with our environment in new ways. It is this pressure of interacting with other people that brings home the discord in our psyches and allows us to work it out. This tension provided by "the other" is essential to individuation, and it is why, "beyond a certain point, the whole universe becomes a continuous process of initiation."
Between the Lines: Induced Trance States Via Reading & Writing
"Telepathy, of course. It's amusing when you stop to think about it—for years people have argued about whether or not such a thing exists, folks like J. B. Rhine have busted their brains trying to create a valid testing process to isolate it, and all the time it's been right there, lying out in the open like Mr. Poe’s Purloined Letter. All the arts depend upon telepathy to some degree, but I believe that writing offers the purest distillation." —Stephen King, "What Writing Is."
Increased self-awareness equals maturity, making individuation an exponential growth curve. Maturity and self-awareness increases our capacity to observe ourselves, not only in others but in isolation, and this capacity for self-observation further increases self-awareness. The tension created within us by the presence of the other then allows for a new seeing within ourselves, because the other is always reflecting something we can't or won't see about ourselves. That newly gained insight is what we bring to our next relationship, and so on. The paradox of individuation is that, as we deepen self-awareness, it is as if we are cleaning the universal mirror within which we are gazing, so life reflects back at us ever more sharply our internal condition. The result is seemingly counter-intuitive: we become not less but more (and more) sensitive and vulnerable to both internal and external triggers the more we mature, because as we continue to integrate the contents of our unconscious, it begins to seem as though the whole world is happening inside of us. It also becomes harder and harder to distance ourselves from others, because we are taking responsibility not only for our own thoughts, feelings and actions, but for everyone else's too—though only in relation to ourselves—and so everything that happens lands at our doorstep. The closest parallel to this ongoing initiation would be that of a lucid dream state, because in dream states isolation and interrelationship co-exist: we are both alone in our "head-space" and interacting (telepathically, astrally, or by means not yet understood) with the world outside us. This is why it is possible to unravel psychic knots while dreaming, which provides a direct parallel once again with both reading and writing, since both activities (when immersive) recreate a waking dream state.
The following is from Stephen King's On Writing:
"My name is Stephen King. I'm writing the first draft of this part at my desk (the one under the eave) on a snowy morning in December of 1997. There are things on my mind. Some are worries (bad eyes, Christmas shopping not even started, wife under the weather with a virus), some are good things (our younger son made a surprise visit home from college, I got to play Vince Taylor’s 'Brand New Cadillac' with The Wallflowers at a concert), but right now all that stuff is up top. I'm in another place, a basement place where there are lots of bright lights and clear images. This is a place I've built for myself over the years. It's a far-seeing place...you are somewhere downstream on the timeline from me...but you're likely in your own far-seeing place, the one where you go to receive telepathic messages.... And here we go—actual telepathy in action. You'll notice I have nothing up my sleeves and that my lips never move. Neither, most likely, do yours. Look—here's a table covered with a red cloth. On it is a cage the size of a small fish aquarium. In the cage is a white rabbit with a pink nose and pink-rimmed eyes. In its front paws is a carrot-stub upon which it is contentedly munching. On its back, clearly marked in blue ink, is the numeral 8. Do we see the same thing? We'd have to get together and compare notes to make absolutely sure, but I think we do.
"This is what we're looking at, and we all see it. I didn't tell you. You didn't ask me. I never opened my mouth and you never opened yours. We're not even in the same year together, let alone the same room...except we are together. We're close. We're having a meeting of the minds."
Stephen King makes no mention of mirror neurons or brain states; back in 1997 no one was talking about such things. Yet he is essentially describing the same phenomenon: transference of thought via writing. It's interesting that King takes the time to describe his brain state (his mood), even though it has no apparent bearing on the scene which he goes on to transmit (the rabbit in the cage), telepathically, in order to literally illustrate his point. The reason it's interesting is that the science of mirror neurons argues that it is just such "between the lines" information that is transmitted via language—the writer's mood and current circumstances—even when they are in no way inferred by the written or spoken material itself.
What King is describing here is more than simply a shared visualization, because the act of visualizing—being obviously linked to dreaming—is one that entails at least a minor trance state. We all know what it is like to get sucked into a good book. We get lost in the writer's (and/or the characters') thoughts and feelings, immersed in another world being created by a combination of words on the page and our own ability to weave a surrogate dream reality inside our skulls (or bodies, if you want to be holistic about it). One thing is certain: when we are carried away by a good book, fiction or non-fiction, we are only secondarily aware of reading words on a page; our primary awareness goes where the words themselves take us. And where they take us, as King points out, is not only into our own minds, but into the mind of the author. It is a matching of brains states, a shared trance. And (though this is trickier to prove) I'd wager that the closer the author was to deep dreaming when she or he wrote the book, the closer we can approach to such a state ourselves while reading it. This is what distinguishes great writing from not-so-great: the degree of immersion it induces in us is determined, at least in part, by the degree of immersion which the writer attained while writing it. This is what communicates—"between the lines."
Reading James Joyce is a very different experience to reading Elmore Leonard, and Jean Baudrillard requires an alternate sort of attention to Stephen King. Some prose is harder to get "our heads around," and while this may have to do with obvious factors such as dense vocabulary or labyrinthine phrases, it may also be dependent on how foreign or alien the brain state of the author is compared to our own. People who work hard to match Joyce's brain state "get" what he is doing and consider him a genius. For the rest of us, he is incomprehensible and overrated. (Ditto Baudrillard.) The same is true of our dreams: the ones that more closely match our waking brain state are easier to remember, understand, and describe. Others are so "out there" that just thinking about them causes us a mild form of distress due to cognitive dissonance. (The Surrealists were all about creating cognitive dissonance, and their aim was to try and match dream states through their use of word and image.)
If you read the following sentence, allowing that forensic science has a relative ownership of the sort of cheese waffles which your mother baked, for the sake of literary analysis you will take the next number 5 bus and wind up looking for missing punctuation marks. On the other hand if I say simply that this sort of playful writing has a pleasingly disorientating effect on the mind, you will be then relieved to be back on safe ground, and that matching the author's brain state does not entail coming too seriously unhinged from your own familiar worldview. Coherence is something we let go of only with a struggle. The point is, while you are reading this, you are going along with my own thoughts and as long as these seem to follow a linear sort of sequence common to waking logic, and to stick to ideas reasonably familiar to you, you can keep up and won't have too hard a time of it. The moment I bring in salivating leprous homunculi and suggest that your mother's panties are the secret to your wasted sex life, you will either laugh, become incensed, or try and figure out where exactly you lost the thread of my argument.
See what I mean?
Lucid Dreaming & Original Trauma
"Learning to think without resorting to images is indispensable to alphabet literacy. 'Make no images' is a ban on right-brain pattern recognition. All who obey it will unconsciously begin to turn their backs on the art and imagery of the Great Mother and, re-orientated a full 180 degrees, will instead seek protection and instruction from the written words of an All-Powerful Father." —Leonard Schlain, The Alphabet Versus the Goddess
Matching the author's brain state is something that happens automatically with "easy" prose, but which we become increasingly aware of having to do when the prose is more innovative and challenging, or conversely, sloppier and less cunningly structured. Yet the awareness of the reader is finally the determining factor in how efficient the conveyance of information is. If a tree falls and no one hears it, there's no sound, and a book that is never read does not exist as a form of literature, only an object on a shelf. Telepathy has not occurred: minds have not met. Compare this to our dream lives. How much of the material of our dreams ever makes it to our conscious minds? Yet it is there: book after book, story after story, just waiting to be tapped into and enjoyed.
In the common view, dreams are a way for our brains to "work off" excess stress or work out unresolved issues. In the jargon of our day, the dream state is a place where the unconscious "uploads" data—in symbolic language—about the condition of the "network," our total psyches. This can be transpersonal as well as personal because the unconscious is collective as well as individual. While sleeping, we are in a relatively egoless state, and because of this, information that would otherwise be threatening to, and hence repressed by, our waking consciousness can be addressed and integrated. When I say "relatively egoless," I mean that our everyday concerns no longer hold sway over our choices. Barring specific anxiety dreams, we aren't worried about the rent or what the neighbor thinks of us, but tend to get caught up in symbolic enactments that make little or no sense in the context of our waking lives.
If we think of ego in its pure sense, however—that of an individual perspective with its own focus and drive—it could be argued that, potentially at least, we are more in our ego while dreaming, because when we sleep our ego and id (conscious and unconscious minds) are functioning much more as a unit. This becomes particular apparent in lucid dreaming, and once again the parallel with writing is clear: lucid dreaming is a way of taking control of the components of our unconscious and writing the dream. Like a scenarist, a novelist, or a scriptwriter, our intent is to arrange specific elements of our unconscious in a conscious or semi-conscious fashion, in order to discover how best they fit together and create a meaningful narrative. This is the similarity; the difference, of course, is in the medium employed. When we sit at a desk and write, we are using words to describe internal states and are willingly entering into mild trance in order to best midwife that psychic material into the new form, that of literature. When we dream, on the other hand, something else happens, and words are only incidental to that mysterious process.
When we write we are creating an external vehicle for ourselves as consciousness: a book, a poem, a short story, an essay. This is called self-expression, and it's a process which most writers would say they have control over, if not total control then near enough. (Writers often say that when it's working, the story or piece takes over; but never, I assume, to the point they would forget to eat and starve to death.) When we dream, such control is drastically reduced, to the point that most of the time we forget that we are dreaming. The world we create becomes all-embracing. When we dream, we are "projecting" consciousness outside of the "self" and creating an image, then stepping into the image and interacting with it. Anyone who has ever fallen asleep and entered into dreaming consciously (the hypnopompic state) will have observed that critical moment when ordinary thoughts begin transform into and appear before us as images. This is the act of creation stripped down to its essence, and the essence of the creative act is that (unlike writing) we have only a rudimentary kind of control over it. Falling asleep in this way can be extremely jarring (the trick is not waking ourselves up by reacting to the images we see); it is like tapping into a well of psychic energy that for the rest of our lives is turned off and unavailable to us. Writers—and all artists—attempt to tap into this wellspring consciously, while awake, and to direct it into a finished work which they can present to the world as "the product of their imagination." Yet it may be that the product itself is almost incidental to the real mystery, that of the creative process itself. How does it happen and why does it take the form it does? What are these seemingly bipolar kinds of consciousness called waking and dreaming, and why is it so difficult (and so fascinating) a task to create—or locate—a working bridge between the two?
It's been said that the original sin was projection: a split in consciousness between inner and outer by which we were cut off from the divine, expelled from Paradise. On the other hand, with no projection of consciousness outward, would there be anything for consciousness to interact with? Perhaps it wasn't a sin until we mistook the projection for ourselves and got lost in the dream? Perhaps all of these practices—magic ritual, shamanic trance, lucid dreaming, meditation, psychotropic plant use, and writing—are ways to re-enact the original manifestation of consciousness into (and as) matter? Maybe they are tricks to remember how we tricked ourselves, as consciousness, into getting lost in a language-based reality construct? In which case, are they also ways to reverse "the Fall" by reenacting the primal trauma—what Philip K. Dick described as "a primordial split in the godhead"—and heal the rift between waking and dreams?
Images by Lucinda Horan.
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Cryptic Script
... of possible indirect relevance
“Shadow’s Mirror”
Mirror of many ... ‘shadow of one
‘into each other ... the strength now undone
The forlorn “amused ” ... ‘steadily trails
… ‘the forgotten tomorrow ... and all that avails
Burden bore up ... ‘until stately Grace
... ‘initiates release ... from such understood place
Surrounding the throngs ... ‘but wind that froze
... ‘as if significant trace ... and left over pose
Fury of love ... 'inside the tornado hole ... {sushuma - wormhole}
un-spun hero ... ‘no longer with role
Played out passion ... ‘each suggestive score
implement rigor ... ‘reasoned to core
Solution fancy ... ‘the challenges due
‘whispering wild ... such meanings of you
Bent-over …’ under ... inquisitive tread
‘down below smiley ... the ever darkening dread
'Birth’s the benign ... with growing pain style
... 'life’s hard-knock joke ... 'such the desirous pile
‘Of memories traction ... the compliant blight
‘and the day-dreamed meal ... of steadfastness delight
Certainly sunk ... into certainties pit
‘wander-not lust ... if not the trip-trial bit
Circling wonder ... or squared-off nut
conclusion fusion ... {revelation} … or the science of “what” … {empirical observation … mech-tech … sci-fi}
Pippalayana
Title Commentary: "Shadows Mirror" ... refers to individual inner insight "reflected" off the collective body ... {peers - norms etc.}
Stanza Commentary: Social generalizations as opposed to individual insight ... often as we escape peer influence there is criticism ... no longer “mirroring” obsolete norms ... only when individuality is substantiated ... "interchangeably" ... do collective norms evolve or dissolve ...
Endeavoring only for fruitive gain ... {karma} ... leads to the suffering of the loss of potential wisdom ... ... inertial time the very background for such "quantum flux"
Bearing inevitable sorrow ... {patience/tolerance} ... qualifies one for "Grace" ... ... transcending the inertia of empirical speculation … {intuition}
How attachment to collective "social" familiarity ... {traditions-customs} ... tends to freeze our actual growth ... leaving only the history of such self-imposed infatuation as inevitable time enlightens ... chosen … only as called ...
As "karmic" momentum builds ... whirlwinds of change demand surrender ... at the cost of ‘but ego Passionate for the research and exploitation of matter ... {Science - Industry} ... all of our reserve energy gets used up ... left only with reason to substantiate such loss ... {pragmatism as an actual "ideology" rather than a ‘mere side-function to logic … {being fed only by it’s own fuel … merely mental inertial}
Every solution to such self-created dilemma, ‘but challenges our attachment to the previous version of such ... ... underlying Mysticism silently beckons Either way one goes ... temporary pleasures always fall short of ... verily costing ... ones inherent "soul-full-ness"
All such "karmic growth patterns" remain static .... {benign}... ... ‘hence we are left with only memories of hard knock mistakes ... against the background of “eternal dharma.” The more one complies to a "supposed" plateau of social "acceptability"... the less ecstatic the "internal" consciousness ... {as opposed to sensation stimuli} ... the wisdom of steadfastness ... "sold to the wind"
The more proof we come up with ... the further away from wonder we are, ... wandering from trial to trial. searching more and more for sophisticated "proofs" ... { neo-science} At the expense of inherent and universal "quantum unification" ... is such hyper-specialized fragmentation … {fractal fevor} ... without such "coming together" ... {Yoga} … this ever-specialized dissection into the workings of matter ... {Science} ... will dominate the sentient being ... Quantum Physics now finally beginning to unlock the empiric mind ... {allowing it to catch up with "Spirit"}
Pippalayana
"Wonder is what Mystery would do if it was conscious"
"Wandering is for every other possibility"
The act itself is the
"Retrieving the Dream Time Perception in the Western World"
We need to retrieve/develop the poetic consciousness (Dream Time)along with the utilitarian consciousness we once had as a species. To heal the split between right-brain/left-brain processing, "not separated and not confused" as epistemologist Gregory Bateson said ("Humans die/Grass dies/Humans are grass", Bateson sylogism)
In the non-dualistic perception of alchemical imagination, the moment of dawn also reveals the waking time of the human being; it is an image of the moment between sleep and awakening into ordinary day consciousness. When we are fully awake in our ordinary consciousness, then the epiphany of Earth as a spiritual being disappears. At our own dawn, between being asleep and being awake, our own soul and spirit also radiates. We know that this is so; if you have ever been conscious enough at the transition between sleep and waking to be present to what is going on, you experience yourself as mingled with whatever is around you. As you continue to awaken a separation occurs between you and the surroundings, and your body becomes more of an object and objects are clear and separate from each other. But, at the moment of waking, this is not our perception. At the moment of waking, all is intermingled and in motion and coming-into-being. This activity goes all the time, subconsciously.
Imagine now what it would be like to live more constantly in this state between sleep and waking. It would be quite uncomfortable because we would lose a great deal of the freedom we experience in ordinary consciousness. It would feel like floating through the world with no standpoint of stability, a lot like dreaming. Things around us would be animated and mobile and would change when our own thinking, feeling, and willing changed. And since our soul and spirit would be more outward, time and space would not exist as it does for us now, but would every moment be in the process of being created. But, what would be lost is the freedom of being independent beings. What the alchemists sought was to be within the world in this creative way without, however, losing the freedom brought about through individuality.
~Robert Sardello"The Dawn of Sophia"
"The SACRED (whatever that means) is surely related (somehow) to the BEAUTIFUL (whatever that means)..."
Gregory Bateson
Salvador Dali
One artist friend told me a story about S. Dali that when he went to sleep he would allow himself to drift off while sitting up, keeping a coin in his hand over a metal cup of some sort, so that as he drifted into to semi-dream / pre-dream states he would loose control of the coin.
As the coin hit the metal cup it would stir him back to waking consciousness but he would now have some access to his own inner creativity that was just getting underway in the sub-conscious / unconscious ... some haze of memory revealing insights not having dreamt so deep as to forget.
"Wonder is what Mystery would do if it was conscious" ...
"Wandering is for every other possibility"
Pippalayana Muni
the language that you use
I was a teenager in the late sixties, I took LSD a lot in the years 67' 68'.I had read only a little science fiction when the psychedelic wave came, so my images were formed mostly from the music that I listened to.The lyrics of Bob Dylan and Donovan were what mostly guided me.And then Jim Morrison and Hendrix, and of course the Beatles and so many others.Somewhere in 68' I discovered a copy of Naked Lunch by William Burroughs, at the house of a young woman I was hanging out at the time.I was listening to some jazz record on her stereo, and I just began reading Naked Lunch and I suddenly felt as if somebody had pulled the magic carpet out from underneath me.The writing style kinda creeped up on me, I had never read anything like that before, I was transfixed by the spell of his words.Something shifted inside me, not only the strange scenes and taboo subject, but the stark reality of the flow of language that seemed to write itself, without any restriction, cutting right through our little preconceived notions like a razor through rain.Not only did I begin to see how drugs were the metaphor, but that metaphor was like a drug.
I loved being on a psychedelic, but I need something to anchor me in the trip, to begin to explain to myself what I was experiencing.The question becomes, how do you describe the onslaught of the visual effects, with the myriad of thought forms that manifest.How do you find words to give it meaning, or at least be able to use language that creates a like effect. I began to follow certain writers, I had already thought of myself as a beatnik since I was about twelve.I think I became a beatnik on the day Kennedy was assassinated, as that in my mind was the day my childhood ended. Those first LSD trips were not effected that much by any ideas I had about what I would be experiencing, but I was always thinking about a line in a Dylan song..."you know something is happening but you don't know what it is, do you Mister Jones".I knew something was happening, but I did not know what it was, but I wanted to find out.Before I could find out, I had to just let the times a changing happen.
Some years later, a poet friend of mine decided we were surrealist poets.My crazy surfer poet/writer friend could translate French, and we began reading everything that was Surrealism and everything that seemed to come along as fellow travelers.Andre' Breton said that language was for us to make surrealist use of.To become a surrealist was not as easy as one poet once said to me..."all you have to do is get a dictionary and pick words at random" I had to laugh to myself when he said that.Becoming a surrealist was a kind of strange journey that lead me to a known American surrealist poet by route of finding his book at a woman friends house one night.Some time later my surfer poet mentor, told me to call that poet on the telephone, and that is what I did.Philip Lamantia talked to me for about a half hour, about all things Surrealism, he took my young mind on a kind of grand tour through the landscape of underground literature, and painted a picture as lucid as Picasso or Dali.After that night we went up to North Beach to hear Philip read his poetry.
I don't know what is happening with Surrealism as far as a movement anymore, but the psychedelic trip I began at seventeen, became the surrealist trip into my twenties and on.And out of all that I wrote one poetic novel about my late sixties psychedelic days, and strange days had found and shamanic tracked us down, 2012 style, stranger then we can suppose, stranger then a strange land.Or as Philip Lamantia said to me on the phone in the phone booth that night in 71'..."you cannot know what it was like to be a surrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeealist, in the 20's".My self-published novel is called 'Gone Hallucinogen Freeway.
recapitulation
to look with, perform an honest history review and take out the garbage ...
very powerful experience and transformative, for those inclined ...
Carlos Castaneda in his book, The Eagle’s Gift
spaces
wildthing
your reminiscences reminded me of the first time I read Paul Bowles: I was 22 and I had only just arrived at Oaxaca, Mexico, on the quest for don Juan. I found Bowles' Sheltering Sky in the library, and it was the first thing I'd read of his. Just those first few paragraphs had such a profound effect on me that I knew Iwould read everything he had written (and I did).
It was also the very first time I consciously realized that writing could create a trance like effect in the reader, and that what was being communicated through the words was much more than what the words were saying: it was in the spaces that the real communication/transmission was happening.
I met Bowles a few years later and told him about my experience; later he gave me Burroughs' address and we corresponded briefly just before he died; not to name-drop, but it seemed like a sync with your post, so I thought I'd mention it.
Thanks for sharing all that history.
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through the words
I see that as my whole thrust, to communicate through the words, to kind of create an effect with the words that says something other, besides as the flow of the description of some situation.I learned to write by reading a lot of books, but my experience was to live in a surreal perspective. I did not study how to write in a class room, my knowledge about the English is not coming from that.I was a guess what you would call a street poet.My little novel is a kind of sum total of my explorations, my surreal experiences, and or occult experiences, psychic break, what happened when I talked to Philip Lamantia was an initiation into the surrealist world.Breton talked about "the complete occultation of surrealism", what ever that was, and so I read a lot of obscure books, and ended up doing rituals with people in the OTO for a spell back in the early 80's.At any rate, I wrote about what people most don't want to know about, teenagers on LSD in the 60's.My little novel, as flawed as it is, is a little gem of psychedelic history.I just patched it together, self-edit as I m not a novel writer, more a poet, but I think that all those novels I read helped me, the magic realism novels gave me a sense of timelessness, Castaneda when his books passed through my scene, were to me just great magic realism, or darn good surrealism, I read a lot of Philip K. Dick too.I think it was Robert Anton Wilson that helped me see it all in a broader focus, helped me to see that I was not just experiencing all this strangeness all alone.I believe that after I talked to Philip, I went through the vortex, stuff happened,to me that i imagined that I would write about, but at the time I did not have the language to describe it. I read a lot ofstuff that describes states of consciousness, that uses the proper words to tell us psychologically what is happening, but my thought is to find the most obscure way to tell it like it is, because that is more from the point of view of the person just learning how to express themselves, under these odd occurrence situations.Actually I like writing in poetic prose more then in poems, because I can begin to apply some of these memories that will not let me write about them, but I can write past them.Or through them.
Wildthing
So Wildthing, how does one gain access to your novel. I did a search and found nothing. You got me curious enough to want to check it out?
"Wonder is what Mystery would do if it was conscious" ...
"Wandering is for every other possibility"
Pippalayana Muni
Tricked by words
Will under Love (no more pompous, heady "laws", but heartfelt ecosystemic wisdom of "I don't know").
I asked Chan about the meaning of the ancient philosopher Lao Zi's saying "Do without doing." (wei wu wei). He said, "Do and act for the earth, including the environment. Do for heaven by developing yourself spiritually. And do for all living beings."
~Ken Cohen
"A group of elder women n/om kxaosi were asked what made them so strong in
matters of n/om - soulful lifeforce/kundalini - (Keeney 2010). They replied, “we are this way because of the tears we have wept for the ancestors who have passed on.” The deepest longing human beings experience often comes from the loss of a loved one. Rather than trying to emotionally get over it, these Bushman elders keep the longing alive, feeding it until it breaks their hearts wide open in an awakened way, bringing them inside a more expansive and intimate relation with their ancestors. In this connection tears flow along a channel that keeps their relationships strong and permits a never-ending expression of love and soulful guidance."
Castaneda (love of power) is kindergarten shamanism for the Bushmen...
Magic=Deepening of Interconnectedness...in the service of the whole...(because we are the whole becoming conscious)
His point was that as we were able to form deeper and better connections or relationships, our magic would change. It was a matter of the wholeness in us matching the wholeness of the cosmos.
David Spangler, " 'With It' Magic"
"The SACRED (whatever that means) is surely related (somehow) to the BEAUTIFUL (whatever that means)..."
Gregory Bateson
what's real, what's magical?
if a quantum mechanic was able to write about his life from a quantic POV, would that be magical realism also?
If reality is entirely other than we perceive it to be through the gunky filter of the predatory, mother-bonded, father-abandoned ego, then how are we to even say what's realistic and what is "magical"?
Maybe Castaneda was writing about dreams, but maybe the dreams he had were more real than hard facts? Realism that isn't magical may just be pedestrianism, or worse, tourism.
I'm working on something now that challenges my sense of what's real and what's fiction/magical - it's all "true" but as soon as it's written as a narrative it becomes fiction, and therefore magical, like it or not.
One model is Bukowski, because he mostly just wrote about his day to day life, or so it seemed, yet he turned it into poetry and dramatic fiction seemingly without effort or artifice. It was realism, but it was also magical because he found the poetry in the profane.
Isn't that a kind of alchemy?
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It's a language-based
"The SACRED (whatever that means) is surely related (somehow) to the BEAUTIFUL (whatever that means)..."
Gregory Bateson
just something i tossed last night, Made of Madder Stuff
I use to read Nietzsche now I don't read peachy but he told of dancing with a star and we still can't imagine how many stars there really are oh, I use to believe in poetry made by all now I know there will never be another Dylan Thomas craft and sullen art knows something is happening he could sling a lot of Guinness, records into the night of his holy grail cups, a bit fey off the top of his bushy head, like a poem a tad of Druid lore covered in blarney those stuffy English poets tried to follow on his faery dust heels turning on the leaf tongue, a glower of green people could drink a whale and live to tell the tale a poet like that had a lot to ponder, when there were so many imponderables and that childhood pond that we are out of, we are out of our pond Bukowski was a different kind of drinker he wrote about the ravages of the savage average man, the moon in the can while listening to Mozart he could carry on a conversation with the wall-paper was made of madder stuff coming down that hose tube of spirit matter was born out of that flaunted a flamboyant style could dance with the devil awhile and play lost marbles with the marble losers never could quite get the tremor of his voice the trick was to gargle rut gut whiskey while doing a little tightrope jig and not care a fig, make the bar whores smile except only to dig the amount of paradoxes on the head of a bottle of ransacked estate wine a philosopher-poet like Nietzsche knows about how many stars there really are, made of madder stuff then we can dream.
this was put together last night, it was in a poem form, but the thinkie on here, makes it like prose, so i decided to leave it.
my novel is on Amazon, but hey all you have to do is google Gone Hallucinogen Freeway, i found out, oh these fangled computers, allthose years baging out poetry on a second hand typewriter.
"I feel closer to what language can't reach."
"The SACRED (whatever that means) is surely related (somehow) to the BEAUTIFUL (whatever that means)..."
Gregory Bateson
what a cut-up
Nietzsche can't imagine how there will never be something. The holy grail poem, Druid faery dust on the tongue, green people live to ponder imponderables out of Bukowski['s] ravages - the savage moon carry madder stuff, tube of matter could dance with the devil. Losers never could voice the trick, a little tightrope jig; whores smile [at] paradoxes. Ransacked philosopher-poet knows many stars, madder stuff was put together last night like prose, leave it.
Amazon Hallucinogen fangled years, poetry second hand.
Thanks
welcome
I see you're a dancer as well as a gorilla gardener. Awesome.
If I write it's only because I've no one to dance with.
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Aeolus
the lonesome boogie
language is not narrative
memetics
Wow Cool
more than the sum of our farts
we are more than our cerebral corteces
Is the argument that says consciousness is the by-product of organic matter any more scientific than the one that says organic matter is the by-product of consciousness? And isn't it even less logical, since it requires consciousness to create?
Perhaps it only seems like a meme-trap when you are on the inside?
matrix = womb
if we do what we enjoy enough then maybe we can learn to enjoy what we do? Enjoyment can be enough - as we take our little meme-enfolded moments into infinity, like seeds scattered on a whirlwind, and ride.
It helps me to remember that I am not a single individual, but a double one, and as long as I think I am the dreamer, then I am going to be oppressed by my lack of control: don't all acts of will only increase the interference in the system and backfire on us (inc. lucid dreaming)?
Once I recognize I am the dreamed, it becomes easier than breathing.
Nothing to do, to do, to do, save witness and wonder.
a fan!!
oh and thanks, scrubbycritter.... the above wasn't a response to your post but the prior one, as you probably deduced.
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"So profound and shit"
Rajajuju,
Just when I get to thinkin', "I admire this one," you go and say something that makes me ask, "is this one some kind of dark magician?"
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without friction, nothing sparks
I Rimbaud
Ash
"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well,poetry is just the ash."—Leonard Cohen
"Poetry is not an occupation, but a verdict." (Ditto)
Poetry isn't resticted to the poetic form or even to the word.
Sam Peckinpah was a Poet.
Lee Marvin was a Poet.
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I tried...
percolating poo
percolating poo stirred through contact with this these writings and the writer:
in the future , what we call writing will be called skryting (interestingly , it sounds like skywriting, no?) -- or rather , perhaps we will recognize that skryting is a form of pulling the future forward along with us to us ( we here on the edge). And as always, it's been this way all along.
don't confuse the page with the paper. In other words, don't confuse the many with the one -- even though it might all be called the same thing and/or called forth from the same thing to the same thing. More other words, the living and the dead need each other (and meet each other) to tell stories -- the third thing -- where the page and the paper dissolve , having performed their duties wonderfully seeing us through.
the blank page partnered with a song gives birth to the night where a more subtle light reveals the encoded story of a blaze of empty blue.
own your shit!
every leaf tells a story; the forests are libraries that only illiterates know how to read
be sure and give your turds a star-rating before you flush them
they too are you creations!
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I loved the PKD quote
That guy for president ^
Hades = Trickster
"F*** you asshole" - the default setting for robo sapiens?
close observation would seem to be all that's really required; but that's easier said than done, because we are not in the habit of observing so much as interpreting.
Like the Terminator we see reality as a limited set of options, according to our programming and its agenda.
Hence "not-doing" being the only way to override the program and let the other have some space to look out our eyes?
you'd be crazy too
Political correctness = the new totalitarianism
Quite curious logic; that something MUST be condemned because you personally find it deserving of condemnation is part and parcel of the very kind of totalitarian thinking which, I'm fairly confident, you stand in condemnation of.
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At first I thought the article was quite clever
but then ada linked to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eTj_kU31mE
and i thought it might be best to take down the rest of reality sandwich and just leave this video - it's a lot more succinct, isn't it?
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