New York Times headline of September 18, 2024 — O the Horror, the Horror:
My response on the day of the exploding beepers event and the Times article:
Exploding beepers, finders weepers so call in the stretchers, the mop buckets, the human smithers-sweepers, the rollers of fine hand held or vested mortars and such cuz rival Chosen Ones, each Dehumanized Other is THE INFIDEL (and we ain't), Holy Wars lead to hell on earth...for this, I guess, the old old gory story, "saviors" are given birth to and we can see how effective that has been and ever shall be aka GORE and WAR, blood splatter collateral without end.....and just view the absurd, some, contending clowns (tricksters) in America now show that there is no bottom to how low can we as a specious species can go viz
Question: How low is enough? a lot lower into infinity of lower...apparently. All our human cleverness (or techne, devices) used to lower and lower and lower and lower and maim and kill and terrorize far and near, near and far - is that drone nice, is this archaic but trickster hand held device a convenience for our side to destroy the other side (apparently so)? If the murderous ones on both sides kill each other off then fair trade but collateral murders seem to be the price of the deemed to be necessary ticket straight to ancient yet ever TRENDING hell.
The only REAL deity I can see globally is the Trickster up to no good, IT of many names and cultural/regional flavors - Mercury, Loki, Heyeoka, Coyote, Kokopelli, Elegbara, Papa Legba, Elegua, Nanabojo, even Br'er Rabbit, and on and on....
Of course, we can use names of the current crop, the Yeti clearly being a very very all too effective trickster - good news is that Trickster is subject to its own medicine, Tricked by Itself aka hoisted on its own petard. "Laugh while you can, Monkey Boy" (from movie, The Adventures of Buckaroo Bonsai) Across the Eighth Dimension)...but, perhaps I'm about to do it too, trickster myself, offer my head on a plate (no Bathsheba me, but) viz this bellow below but - compelled into the breach, or is it "into the breech" (which can mean, alas, buttocks, ass, the backside), so I'll just say (in order to white wash 'breech') INTO THE BLEACH!! the chloro-x nearby for sedation through the obdurate un-endurance —
[MY OWN PRIVATE OP ED - IDAHO or rather, truthfully - I DUNNO]
EXPLODING BEEPERS. Penultimate. Not quite but inevitably soon here cuz it's in our laps, in our hands, in our devices and such tools put to destructive deadly purposes, consciously so aks the nihilism of Western Religion (and the varietals ongoingly offered), even after the catastrophe of the 20th century, the nihilism is a psychic (archetypal) insistency within Western theology/cosmology and its variations its psychopathic self. Granted, its a global condition, global in that humans are, duh but, everywhere and wherever humans are is/are hubris (we-are-gods or we-are-gods-chosen or or or various dangerous inflated delusions that presume and assume TOP DOG (GOD) <> LOW DOG (GOD) and, natuch, "OUR GOD (DOG) is best so get with the program (or pogrom) or else" - alas, nothing new under the sun. God and humans are just no fun at allllllllll. Appalling. The fun is in the bitter irony of the contradictory beings we are, that life is, the power and the glory, the gun powder and the gory, meanwhile orphans are made and are also killed. Millions wipes out along with countless other beings given no mind to at all.
Just the attention given to inventions of weapons, hand held ones, disguised as convenience and everyday, routine objects, belies evil which makes us, humans, desperate,
aka saurian aka reptilian.
The fantasy, understandable one, of "escape from evil" does not resolve evil which in animal/nature world is not evil but just cruel cold brutal Nature.
But the tragic/noble/tragic conundrum of homo scrape-ians, is that we must bear Nature in and as us consciously. Again, the fantasy is that knowledge will overcome the animal, science or religion promises transcendence ultimately, transformation into transfiguration into some thing ultimately NOT human, creaturely at all but made of Light or some minutely refined, sublime energy that is all consciousness.
FAT ChANCE. alas but get real. And, as ever, deal.
But how?
"A problem is not solved on the level of the problem."
A long discredited guru in the '70's, out of India and, smelling money and chelas and wrist watches and cars and entranced men and women, flew into the West
(in planes, not on magic carpet rides - pop music sang of such carpets MUCH aka the group Steppenwolf, as well as the Bloody Moods, I mean, the Moody Blues whom I LOVED! still do, but but but)
and into spiritually empty and desperate and gullible America, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, the one that the Beatles blinked with (tho George found home there, good for him), did say something that bears out to be accurate:
"A problem is not solved at/on the level of the problem."
Which is evident when enduring the yesterday's horrors from far way (Lebanon, Palestine, Israel and on and on) but news and video footage for replay only a click on a device away.
Unless and until humanity wakes up to the very dark side of their "deities" and their adherents (too often "sanctioned sanctimonious mobs" with "scriptural" Good Housekeeping Seals (especially in the West), and unless and until humanity recognizes and owns up to the fact (that bears out via evidence, not verses promising otherly from assorted "sacred books") that their deity has a very evil side (what Job and Jesus confronted head on in sacred (move the "a" in the word to the right of the "c" and you get what is working in the word sacred - and many adherents quote from their books much about "fear of the Lord" "fear of a God of retribution"....
The religions themselves ARE the problem and religions are products of humans so.....you do the figurin' and then get to reconfiguring personally, do YOUR homework, inner homework (aka self reflection, examination, etc. ask and sit with the very hard questions beyond what's for dinner, can I pay the rent, can I get laid, will I be famous, et. al), and outwardly, read, study, go deeply into the records for thousands of years now that humans have recorded from scratched bones, carved rocks, to cave paintings and conscious arrangement of bear and other bones in deepest recesses keeping while early ancestors acknowledge awareness of something greater, some awful mystery, is living us, is living life and this is, so far, the best we can do - admit to and acknowledge the "something is doing something we know not what but it is doing something" larger than our little selves but
WE CAN TRY.
No promises, though.
Fingers crossed (as are all religions - fingers crossed - even poor Job having to contend with God's revelation of his Evil side, and Job had to BEAR, as do we, THAT terrible reality as do we have to bear that ongoingly terrible vision of not only the dark side of God but of ourselves.
I posted earlier today this quote which is good too to end on but to again and again and again begin on...
Let's read that again: "Let those who sail the sea know its dangers."
Beyond graduate level LIFE course but, yeah, gonna be exposed to it, the dangers, either way so blink and nod but at some point at appointed by greater than our own intentions or positive thoughts or affirmations and all that magical thinking, one must look at and bear the QUESTION, and as Rilke says, at least try "live the question" but I add the word, "consciously" - consciously live the question(s) for as Carl Jung pointed out, as did W. H. Auden -
the questions actually LIVE US -
Jung - the archetypes (energies inherent in psyche) live us, the myths live us - not the other way around - we don't live the myths, the archetypes, they are living us and in us.
Auden - We are lived by forces greater than ourselves.
Both men are saying the same thing.
But human hubris is such that we believe that WE individually are the captains of our ships, our souls, our souls (granted, an easy error since egos are no accident but that a lecture for another time, if ever). This hubris assigned ego primacy when, shhhhhhh, it is not true though, again, tis in the mix of psyche energetic play/alchemy/sway but greatly ego-inflated America and the New Age - a current vapid scourge but I will forego the lecture but must say BEWARE the dissociative/bypassing muddle hodge podge coddled hatchling - would have us fall for the massive ego inflation of god-almightiness.
Here I go. Leaping in. Holding my nose (but NOT crossing my fingers on my dominant left hand
— into the BLEACH
Because we are partial beings who yearn for total states.- Mike Eigen
Distant cousins,
we're made more close by
sorrow. Time's a borrowed
longing, reaches us each to
each - or yours to mine, for
nowhere now we are but
within, perhaps, merely a
conceit but, I in you and
you in vague, yes, me, a
guess, a venality, vanity
being a human trait common,
quite. It is still a trace to
be, to convene congenially.
God damn the West its Deity
otherness /interiority
loneliness / self-ignorance
recitation / quietism
salve / balm
the blank stare
the cancelled look
does it go
does fire it know
so goes the banter
so goes the way
of what is the going
away or the returning
or the first-arrived
when is the done
actually over?
[shrugs]
another turned page
Certainty — a toad does not say what it knows
still the valid address
'shall and will' and 'spill my beans'
the very few that are left
bereft? sure I am
cleft? yes
twained? drained mostly - acedia [ah-che-dia = dryness]
the letting
go of even a leg up
in the world because being
as it is known the way we know it
has
no leg by which to balance
or can't like a candled book
or a cancelled look
dance upon a sill,
or chance upon that which may
be withstood to stand
upon though
stand we will
and must and,
flutter-foot, alight,
so many winged
ones addressing
the old and present
wounds -
latencies of disintegration
ancient slopes of containment
gnomic marginalia
apophatic aphasias
inclement hallelujahs trace
the grace-notes of reprieve
Eintonces toujourrs
and yours, mon ami,
mon frere, je fini.,
off to rhyme with
fire and sirelings
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