Thursday, June 2, 2011

The World Is Interactive. How Could It Be Otherwise? - Cosmology and Orientation

[A sculpture at the furthest tip of Bailey's Island, Maine, honoring the men who risk their lives earning their living by harvesting the Atlantic sea. Photo by W. Falcon. Click on the image to enlarge it.]


"We walk through ourselves...always meeting ourselves." (James Joyce)

"From birth we are alone in this universe. The first cries of a newborn child mark this anguish of solitude which disappears only in death. But in order to deceive this solitude of one's being, the child learns a supreme means: a new losing of himself in his mother, a new participation in a being who is not he. The love a child develops for his mother is an evasion from solitiude which is always about him and of which he has an ancestral fear.
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"The first cosmos of a child is his mother's womb where he knows solely the experience of his physical organism. The memory he keeps of this visceral cosmos is faint and, in most cases, completely obliterated. His second cosmos is the paternal house where his father exists as a phantom or as a law, but where his mother is the one person he has the right and the gift of understanding and loving because he feels no shame in her presence. Because of the memory of their first union in the flesh, the child and his mother remain spiritually bound to one another. After living in the narrow physical cosmos of the maternal womb, the child is not afraid to consider this same cosmos as a beloved person, the first he can see and touch and embrace...

"The third cosmos in the life of the child [is adolescence]. After the physical cosmos of the mother's body, after the cosmos of the paternal house solely inhabited by the mother where the child receives love, comes the cosmos of the world inhabited by too many people whom the boy thinks he must love, to whom he is going to offer his love, whom he is going to conquer, by whom he want to feel himself loved...the boy leaves the cosmos of love offered maternally to him, for the cosmos of love which is to be conquered.

"[Then comes] the cosmos of the spirit...I use this word "cosmos" as synonymous with the word "secret". The cosmos is there where we are, without knowing it."
- Wallace Fowlie, from Rimbaud, The Myth of Childhood


A few years ago I read in an anthropology book "that more than food, clothing, sex and shelter humans crave orientation." I have since searched for the book but have not been able to find it in order to attribute the source of this statement which succinctly sums up the effective function of a cosmology. Cosmology is a view of nothing less than everything though everything cannot be known but which has a conscious place for the unknown, there are Xs on cosmological maps which beckon consciousness bravely toward that territory in order to find out what is there. And what is NOT there.

Cosmology is orientation, it orients us, locates us in being and time inwardly and outwardly. Having orientation, experiencing location, being oriented, one is consciously present. Orienting is presencing. Presence is an experience of cosmology, of orientation and location. One is present with self and the cosmos. A beautiful example of this is found in Laurens van der Post's (hereafter written as VDP) excellent biography of Carl Jung,
Jung and the Story of Our Time. In it VDP reports that stone age people in their primordial mind & traditions live an essential experience "of being known by and within the universe, everything in it is experienced as a Thou...They [whom VDP calls "people of the first light"] gave out [a feeling] of utterly belonging to life and time and nature...I found that even though they themselves may not know much, they had no doubt of being fully known wherever they went" (pg. 102). This "being known" locates the ancient ones at all times as immediately present and known in and by a living universe. They cannot be lost, really. This being known covers the spectrum from "primitive agonies and unspeakable terrors" (D.W. Winnicott) to ecstatic union and communion with that Presence in all things ongoingly unfolding in manifold manifestations.

In recent photographs of living prehistoric Amazonian indigenous peoples yet to be contacted and contaminated by postmodern human civilization is revealed an ancient and living orientation, a cosmology: two rain forest men are painted red while a third is painted black. Various bird feathers adorn both bodies and spears. The colors and feathers are symbolic, analogical, and cosmological, revelatory of the primal mind/primordial tradition VDP speaks of. One can only imagine what these men make of the insect-like aircraft noisily hovering above them in looming silhouettes circling back and forth then standing still in the bright sky, bright flashes of light from cameras imitating familiar lightening but wielded by a noisy flying beast which vibrates the forest floor and trees. In the photos, arrows strung, spears at ready, these prehistoric warriors of the forests stand their ground, defend their territory from modern civilization and its discontents and diseases. Theirs is an obviously vastly different orientation than that of the pilots of the helicopters hovering curiously above.
To underscore the supreme value of orientation, of the act of cosmology as orientation, which is an innate function in the human organism (and all others, it seems), Henri Corbin, the late mystic and scholar of Islamic mysticism, writes in his book, The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism:

Orientation is a primary phenomenon of our presence in the world. A human presence has the property of spatializing a world around it, and this phenomenon implies a certain relationship of man with the world, his world, this relationship being determined by the very mode of his presence in the world. The four cardinal points, east and west, north and south, are not things encountered by this presence, but directions which express its sense, man's acclimatization to his world, his familiarity with it. To have this sense is to orient oneself in the world. The ideal lines that run from east to west, from north to south form a system of a priori (prior to) spatial evidences without which there would be neither geographic nor anthropological orientation. And indeed, the contrast between Eastern man and Western man, between Nordic man and Southern man, regulate our ideological and characterological classifications..."Orientation in time" refers to the different ways in which man experiences his presence on earth, and the continuity of this presence within a kind of history, and the question as whether this history has a sense, and if so, what sense? (pg. 1-2)—Henri Corbin, Omega Publications, Inc., 1978.

Ideas Matter, Root Images, Presuppositions


Most of our cosmologies - and myths and religions are cosmologies - attempt to characterize, understand and apprehend/grasp ultimate questions such as "why is there something instead of nothing," "from whence did/do we come?" and "to what individual and collective purpose?" "Why is there something instead of nothing?" "There is one and there is the many, how can this be?" Cosmology attempts to develop/explore/expand a view of everything (including nothing) or at least a way to live within the question. If cosmology as a term is frightening or off putting Marcus Borg, author and religious scholar, has a helpful and more readily accessible term which may assist in grasping the scope of the venture of uncovering the validity of cosmology and the exploration of what one's personal and collective cosmology are:


"Ideas matter. One would only expect an academic to say this, so let me add at once that some ideas do not matter very much. But some do, deeply affecting our lives. Of the ideas that do affect us, perhaps none does so as much as the root images of reality which lie deep in our psyches. A root image is a fundamental image of how reality is, our most basic 'picture' of reality. Perhaps most often called a 'world-view', it consists of our most taken-for-granted assumptions about what is possible. It is an idea ( mental construct) of immense power. Very importantly, a root image not only provides a model of reality, but also shapes our perception and our thinking, operating almost unconsciously within us as a dim background affecting all of our seeing and thinking. A root image thus functions as both an image and a lens: it is a picture of reality which becomes a lens through which we see reality...Operating within us at the level of the imagination, a level deeper than the discursive intellect, root images of reality involve the imaging or intuiting of a whole Gestalt in light of which everything else is seen." (pgs. 31 & 43)
-- Marcus Borg, "Root Images and the Way We See", Fragments of Infinity, Essays in Religion and Philosophy, Ed. Arvind Sharma, Prism Press, 1991

The term root image forms a literal visual image of roots and is less abstract than the words "cosmology" and "world-view." In the conservative Calvinistic Christian theology I was educated in as a young man the word used then and now in apologetic courses (apologetics is an academic study which prepares an intellectual defense of the Christian faith) the word used, and it's a good one, for root image is presupposition. One can discover, examine and question one's presuppositions, those "taken-for-granted" assumptions/suppositions to see how they, indeed, do become a lens though which we construct and believe reality to be.


How Do You Stand Within These Realms?


[Aztec emblematic shield, Museum of Anthropology, Mexico City. Photo by W. Falcon]

There is a body-oriented psychotherapy called Hakomi. The word hakomi is a Hopi Native American term which means, "How do you stand within these realms?" This question is the question of orientation. It is a cosmological statement which asks us what is our orientation. It evokes exploration, discovery and experience of self as cosmology. It indicates innate and tremendous curiosity and a tremendous evolving capacity to endure and to dwell in and with mystery. Cosmology, too, is a conscious activity of making the unconscious, the mysterious, conscious, giving image and thought to those "taken-for-granted" beliefs about the nature of reality. This has been and is an ancient and ongoing undertaking such that our most cherished and fundamental assumptions, presuppositions, and beliefs are mostly unconscious, remaining unexamined "sacred cows" out of which we live and "shape" our lives and view of life. Questioning our presuppositions, examining these mostly unconscious fundaments upon which we stand under (under-stand) is therefore one of the most significant, meaningful sacramental acts of human consciousness.

Questions and questioning, such as the one in the Hopi
Hakomi, continually reframe and unfold us and our world anew. Most primordial traditions, those of "the people of the first light," and the languages evolved therefrom, are characterized as dynamic, verb-based articulations of the ongoing "sizzling and fizzing," continuously creating natures of perception and reality, these languages evoking and demonstrating movement, process, change, interconnection and pattern. Michael Ortiz Hill states in his pamphlet Blues Song at the Edge of Chaos, page 8, that the Navajo language (linguistic first cousin to the Hopi tongue) conveys "a universe which is interwoven or, more accurately, interweaving. Nothing is static. Beauty is in the making of beauty." Hill begins his pamphlet this way: 

"In the early nineties, I had spent a year and a half breaking my mind against the Navajo language. English is so rich in its noun and adjective system. Splitting subject from object, its "universe" is a vast array of "things" that can be described in the most refined detail. It is, however, an impoverished language for understanding movement, process, change, interconnection, and pattern. Not so Navajo, for it has no noun system to speak of. The Navajo "universe" is by necessity interwoven or, more accurately, interweaving. Nothing is static. Beauty is in the making of beauty.

For example, the Navajo word that is usually translated as "boundary" or "edge" is bah. Bias means "its edge," literally "alongside it." To be even more precise, bibaah speaks of the activity of moving or positioning "alongside it." One can sense this moving quality of baah by looking at how it is the nucleus of other "nouns."


The word for orphans, baah chahasdiigii, means literally "alongside them deaths happened." The word for cup, baah ha iizhahi, means "alongside it something curves out." The curving out of the edge of a cup is an activity. It is what the border does. Likewise, the word for rash, baah hada' ajeeh, means "alongside it something breaks out." A rash is not a "thing," it is the boundary of the skin blistering outward.

English and other European languages often do exactly the opposite as Navajo: verbs are constantly being made into describable nouns. The most obvious example that comes to mind is "wave," somehow abstracted from a movement into a thing. We do not say in English, "the ocean is waving"... English creates a very kinetic universe of things ricocheting off one another, some of which happen to be human beings.

While bibaah is how "its boundary" is said in Navajo, nihibaah is how one says "their boundary," which is to say the boundary between. For the Navajo the boundary is by its nature interactive. Strictly speaking, it's impossible to see it otherwise if one thinks in the language. In English the line of the boundary juts out as certainly as an actual wall setting one side "against" another. In Navajo the boundary is the actual zone of interaction....Western science has required quantum mechanics, cybernetics, chaos theory and volumes of complex mathematical equations to "prove" that it takes two to tango. In the Navajo language, to think otherwise is beyond the ken of both common sense and the most rigorous logic. The world is interactive. How could it be otherwise? Yet clearly among the ana'i (white people, or people other than Hopi), the world is anything but a web of relationships."

For those interested in further exploration of linguistics and the making of the world, emphasis upon the verb "making," I refer to Benjamin Lee Whorf's always cosmology shifting, question raising book,
Language, Thought and Reality published in 1956, a compilation of essays written from his field research among the Navaho and other indigenous people of North and Central America. Reading Whorf, particularly two chapters, "An American Indian model of the universe (circa 1930)" and "Language, mind and reality (1949)", one will very likely undergo an exciting reorientation away from a language of things with its final received knowledge as possession into knowing as an ongoing experience, study, activity, and ecstasy (not the conventional meaning of the word but more close to the etymology of the word which in part is "displace, put out of place," also "drive out of one's [ordinary] mind" (existanai phrenon), from ek "out" + histanai "to place, cause to stand," from PIE base *sta- "to stand"). One discovers that questions, not answers, continually orient one toward an archetypal "true North," an inner "galactic center" derived from lived and living experience. The perceiver may shift and change, decay and die, but that which is "eyed" and edged persist as ongoing developing reality. Conscious questioning, ongoing research and, equally important, insearch, expresses the ongoing nature of creation and creativity in and of the essential "coming and going of the 10,000 things" which are ever new and always/already real though they may come and go with eye blinks and rethinks as human civilizations rise and sink. Ours is brinking now.


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REPRISE: Parts One & Two - The Moth in the Flame, A Center in Chaotic Fires of Addiction





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This republication of the essay is dedicated to the impressive attendees of the recent Learning For Life Group presentation at the NASW Addictions Conference held on June 1. Tom Dybek was a guest presenter and greatly enriched what turned out to be a stimulating workshop. A hardy thanks to the workshoppers, consumate, astute, insightful professionals who daily work with clients with addiction issues.

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"Ah! I am so forsaken I will worship at any shrine impulses toward perfection." -- Artur Rimbaud

"Ye littles, lie more close. Make me, O Lord, a last, a simple thing that time cannot overwhelm." -- Theodore Roethke


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addict - 1529, adj., "delivered, devoted," from L. addictus, pp. of addicere "deliver, yield, devote," from ad- "to" + dicere "say, declare" (see diction), but also "adjudge, allot." Modern sense is really self-addicted "to give over or award (oneself) to someone or some practice" (1607). The noun is first recorded 1909, in reference to morphine. Addicted is from 1914. Addiction in modern (narcotics, etc.) sense is first attested 1906, in ref. to opium (there is an isolated instance from 1779, with ref. to tobacco).
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[The above photograph I took in one of the oldest churches in Mexico built by Cortes. Tlaxcala, Tlaxcala, Mexico, Jan. 2008]


A Prologue

In approaching addictions, let us remove our shoes. Our feet may be burned, but this burning may return us toward some awareness of where we are not, what we have lost, what we seek to gain in gaining not only the bliss promised in the addiction but also the Dis within it, the Roman name for Hell, (dis-, a prefix meaning 1."lack of, not" (e.g. dishonest); 2."do the opposite of" (e.g. disallow); 3."apart, away" (e.g. discard)). Moses saw a traumatizing burning bush and was disfigured, refigured and transfigured from such seeing. Job hallucinated in his derangement of massive loss, grief, and illness a Behemoth God who sought to be withstood and contained in human perception, his consciousness having to contain this Dis side of the Deity and not be destroyed. He was altered in the beholding of this dark aspect of the deity, and so was the deity. A daimonic dialogue consciously made humbles that one who must behold such traumatizing vision. But even in this vision some arrangement, some order, some transmutation, transformation is sought by Dis itself. It is not rehabilitiated nor sanctified. It is made conscious, and consciousness does this thing to all that it turns its attention to. Renewal? Not necessarily, but It has a conscious place at the table, and that rearranges the meal. One can imagine the table talk to be had.

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The Moth In The Flame, A Center In Chaotic Fires,

At the outset I take 3 basic ideas, similar in description, regarding external and internal catastrophe from 3 giants in the field of psychology, D.W. Winnicott, W.R. Bion, and Heinz Kohut; these are 1) primitive agonies and unthinkable terrors (W.), 2) annihilation anxiety (Bion), 3) fragmentation/disintegration anxiety (Kohut). These men along with other men and women contribute greater understanding of destruction/construction/reconstruction of "shrines..toward perfection" which can contain, transmute, transform and integrate that Referent toward which our "impulses toward perfection" yearn, burn and, yes, burn us out. I am construing "impulses toward perfection" to mean addictions of all kinds. "The moth in the flame" is an image which contains pathology as we understand pathology, an illness which we are from which we yearn to be healed from, and also recognizing that there is a "path" in pathology I understand that moth in the flame image as describing an innate impulse/compulsion/drive toward an ultimate coniuntio, union, marriage, reunion of self not only with mother/others but also with what Rudolf Otto calls the Wholey Other, that mysterium tremendum, that Sacred Reality and Ground of All Being which is ultimately incomprehensible (no words, images, thoughts can completely and utterly express IT) yet is apprehensible (apprehend meaning "to grasp"). Jung calls this Ultimate One the Self which is not the conscious ego but that Source from which all things emerge and have their being. That an addiction of any kind is a "low grade religious experiences" (C.G. Jung) means that the addiction is an often unconscious attempt to reestablish a constancy within and without via apprehension and conscious experience of an Ultimate Reality or Higher Power in whatever form It reveals Itself to individuals. As you can see It has many names.

We, like Rimbaud in the above quote from his book of poetry called The Drunken Boat, seek a language which conveys our experience of catastrophe yet has within its expression a redemptive residue of meaning which potentially reintegrates and contains one anew. All language orients us one way or another. Linguistic philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein does not limit language to words but also to inarticulate sounds and gestures. A dance speaks. A symphony speaks. Our unspeakable agonies and primitive terrors, our ecstatic longings and streaming glossolalia (tongues, prattle "of echoic origin") speak and orient us and attentive others. We seek orientation or, rather, we seek to articulate orientation, even a disorientation spoken orients us. In a recent lecture I said that if there was no hell we would have had to invent it for the word and idea of hell gives meaning to meaningless (disoriented) suffering. "It was hell," we say, "hell, I tell you!" This gives meaning to some unbearable experience.


Thus language is cosmology. Language is orientation. Language means something. Meaning continually breaks down and we continually search "to say" what needs to be said and in the saying find orientation. Interesting to note that one of the root meanings of the word addiction is "to say, to speak," 'ad-' = to, and "dicere" = to say, to speak. There is something in addiction saying something, speaking to us. What is it? This is an orienting question. What in addiction wants to be said, to be spoken? Rimbaud's cry above is, I believe, one of the heart cries spoken in addiction -- within addiction, as Jung has pointed out, is religious longing for reconnection, linking back to Originary Source or Sources; perfection, Rimbaud calls it. Etymologically perfection means complete, as in finished. Another root meaning is ripe, as in ripe fruit. Thus in perfection is implied evolution and growth in time, ripening, maturity. Rimbaud cried at shrine after shrine, a young man who wrote before he was twenty years old that his poetique involved an intentional "long, intimidating, immense and rational derangement of all the senses. The sufferings are enormous, but one must be strong, be born a poet, and I have recognized myself as a poet." Rimbaud's poetry of disorientation reorients us toward the psyche which contains and values chaos, what flame refers to in the title above, and its everchanging and ever emerging cosmos, meaning "pattern, arrangement" also contained and valued in the psyche, the moth in the title above, in dynamic tension of push and pull, up and down, in and out, forming and dissolving, conscious and unconscious where human awareness suffers all this, bears this by bearing witness to it and speaking it, articulating it. Implicit is the idea of evolution of consciousness, ripening. But we also know that ripe things get overripe and then decay and die through no fault or negative thought of their own. We also know that ripe and overripe things have a strong odor such as in the phrase, "the stink of enlightenment." Completeness, maturity also has it's stench which is fine for the psyche but so often not for humans!! Rimbaud did not achieve maturity, dying young, yet he left rich testament to the discovery of and eruption of the unconscious which turned humanity and the world inside out and "upon the analytical couch" in the 20th century. We are still at shrines, official and unofficial, and language, thought and reality bend and twist, turn and tank in an age of think tanks and "getting tanked" on substances legal and illegal. The "say" in addiction, addicere (latin), is none other than the sacred or, rather, addiction is an action, a making sacred or holy, at least in the narcissis narcosis dream and scream/scramble/scrim of addiction. There is then in this word addict/addiction and associative words, and all words mean something, some Thing to which they refer. Thus Rimbaud's cry.

And ours.

Such cries confer and bestow. Wear them, then. Swear them, too, for curse is also etymologically one of the meanings of the word sacred (see etymology below this paragraph). So much Christianization of psychology and thought has confined a good curse to the Devil's bin. Yet in etymology is the ancient originative meaning thus sacred and curse have business together, belong together, not exclusively but importantly. The curse has been left out. Thus we turn, or can if we aren't too addicted to donut sugar Light, to those earth traditions which resound and rebound in curses. These are not false or of lesser value. These belong, insist themselves upon us and our imbalanced addiction to so-called peace, love and light. Too much of all that is life out of the balance. I have recently experienced a curse, an evil eye, in the form of a closing hostile email's "peace and blessings." I felt relief and not anger upon reading this as it revealed that the shadow value, the curse, will out. When one is overly identified with Light the Dark is bound to come out in such closures as disclosures of Darkness, curses. This appears to be a depth psychological law. The psyche and the curse as opposite to the consciously over-identified with "peace and blessings" value/belief will out. Knowing this relieves one of the curse of being the victim, the scapegoat, an odious faction which carries the disgarded and demeaned inintegrated value which is refused.

sacred - c.1300, from pp. of obs. verb sacren "to make holy" (c.1225), from O.Fr. sacrer (12c.), from L. sacrare "to make sacred, consecrate," from sacer (gen. sacri) "sacred, dedicated, holy, accursed," from O.L. saceres, which Tucker connects to base *saq- "bind, restrict, enclose, protect," explaining that "words for both 'oath' & 'curse' are regularly words of 'binding.' " But Buck merely groups it with Oscan sakrim, Umbrian sacra and calls it "a distinctive Italic group, without any clear outside connections." Nasalized form is sancire "make sacred, confirm, ratify, ordain." Sacred cow "object of Hindu veneration," is from 1891; fig. sense is first recorded 1910, from Western views of Hinduism.
swear
O.E. swerian "take an oath" (class VI strong verb; past tense swor, pp. sworen), from P.Gmc. *swarjanan, from root *swar- (cf. O.S. swerian, O.N. sverja, Dan. sverge, O.Fris. swera, M.Du. swaren, O.H.G. swerien, Ger. schwören, Goth. swaren "to swear"), from PIE base *swer- "to speak, say" (cf. O.C.S. svara "quarrel"). Also related to the second element in answer. The secondary sense of "use bad language" (c.1430) developed from the notion of "invoke sacred names." Swear-word is Amer.Eng. colloquial from 1883. Swear off "desist as with a vow" is from 1898.

The Navaho people of North America perceived the world as a creative struggle toward balance. Their word for beauty means balance. Their word koyaniskaatsi means imbalance. The wisdom in this is that too much balance is an imbalance and vice versa. Thus the sacred inclusion of accursed in the very root meaning of the word sacred. Keep this in mind as you read on into a kind of devil's cosmology regarding addiction. This is an alchemical idea that the gold is in the shit, the devalued, un- or less refined material. Alchemy is the conpensatory balance to systems, theological, psychological, metaphysical which overly-value the Light. One need only read the Beatitudes of Jesus the Christ to see his attempt to turn such imbalance on it's head with aim to balance perspective and experience on the human creaturely realm. This is Jesus the chakra varten which means wheel turner, which is what Siddhartha Gautama became, Buddha, the awakened (conscious) wheel turner, meaning trouble maker, confronter and destroyer of rigid, calcified, barnacled values, world views, personality cults, status quo, etc. When a Buddha or a Chirst showed up some where you could here the local authorities swear, "Damned Buddha! Damned Wheel Turner!! There goes the neighborhood cosmologically, ethically and epistemologically!!"

Addictions As Creation Myths

It could be said that an addiction is, too, a creation myth or, rather, there is a creation myth in each addiction. Each addiction seeks to create via discreation (derangement of established orders), recreation of a new world, a new being, a new self more authentically connected to self and to Self (Jung's notion of that Greater Reality within the human psyche from which all reality including the unique ego emerges). That's being optimistic. If something is new it is not necessarily better or improved inspite of commercial promises that new is better and good. It is just new and this new such as it is, good/evil, a mixture of both, must be endured, encountered, ensouled and made room for "at the table" of personality and consciousness. What goes awry in these creation myths-addictions?


dis- prefix meaning 1. "lack of, not" (e.g. dishonest); 2. "do the opposite of" (e.g. disallow); 3. "apart, away" (e.g. discard), from O.Fr. des-, from L. dis- "apart," from PIE *dis- "apart, asunder" (cf. O.E. te-, O.S. ti-, O.H.G. ze-, Ger. zer-). The PIE root is a secondary form of *dwis- and is thus related to L. bis "twice" (originally *dvis) and to duo, on notion of "two-ways, in twain." Dis has even stepped out on its own as a word (1980), as a shortening of disrespect or dismiss, originally in U.S. Black English, popularized by hip hop slang.


Loss or, rather, an atrophy of active imagination, reduction of it to a chemical/biochemical takeover which substitutes for that Imaginal World (Mundus Imaginalis) the Islamic mystics speak of, that Really Real Creative Source, Imagination, from which all things derive makes us dependent upon addictions of all kinds to access some connection and expression of Imagination. The appeal or cry, the say, within an addiction is for reunion with this Source which at first may even access us to It. But the substitute for imagination takes over and the human imagination is turned no longer toward Creative Source but toward the substitute itself which sucks imagination into feed and need and greed for more of the substitute. We become hungry ghosts which can never be satiated no matter how many kilos, haloes, chemos, orgasmos, dineros thrown down it's gaping mouth into alimentary oblivion. The substitute and addictive behavior becomes an idol which obscures and deranges one's capacity to access That numen (sacred thing) which at first it pointed to.


To reiterate, addiction, too, is a loss of imaginationor a turning it toward destructive, contractive purposes. How many creative ways can, say, a junky beg, borrow, lie and steal in order to shoot up? Imagination, what's left of it, is reduced to obsessive, concrete preoccupation with the substitute and substance/activity which now demands from every cell of the body to be worshipped, tended to. Worship, which means worth-ship, is in part a tending to the sacred in the temples/shrines. The very word therapy derives from the ancient Greek meaning of therapeut, meaning those men and women who consciously tended to the deities in the temples. A hellish worship addiction is. But there is, too, in this derangement of meanings something in Hell, in hell states and beings which is numinous and demands our conscious attention, too. Carl Jung and James Hillman have written extensively on the inherent need to also turn our gaze, thought, creativity and energy toward the darker forces, the hell realms, the underworld. Doing so consciously mitigates unconscious takeovers of the demands from the underworld which, too, seeks to be included in consciousness by any means necessary.


Dream work is an effective way to cultivate one's darkness consciously. Conscious darkness is creative/destructive and wholeness requires it's also "being at the table" for it is there whether invited or not no matter how so-called spiritual and whole and light one feels one is. Thus one of the pulls toward wholeness in addictions, impulses toward wholeness, is this recognition of darkness, of evil, of that which has been confined to the underworld. The Romans call this realm Dis. Addictions dis-pose us toward Dis which insists Itself, too, upon and within us. It seeks conscious inclusion, not exclusion and will not be dis-tanced from us.
What is disposed of in addictions? What do addictions dispose us toward? Consciousness-as-orderly-arrangement is dis-persed, fragmented, scattered into derangements. What can be made of these? Working with addicts and addictions includes these reorienting questions where reframes of the addictions themselves are required to find that sacred substance, that meaning which seeks conscious expression. Rimbaud's poetry attests to his Dis-posal to what had been left out of his culture and religious milieu, those dis-garded elements consigned to Hell/Dis. A Season In Hell, one of his collections of poetry, underscores this, his personal myth, his being gripped by the daimon which was not only his but that of the culture and religion which had disgarded it.
Rimbaud did not end well. He died young of a cancerous knee. He was a morally bankrupt slave trader. He was an unconscious prophet, and there were many emerging in his lifetime who like Rimbaud suffered the fate of being mugged by the Dis-world. Dis-covery. Derangement. Recovery. Rearrangement. All dis and more are involved in the wholing, ripening, maturing ongoingly of consciousness, personal, social, transpersonal. Wholeness does not mean perfection in the Greek sense of pure and perfect, the way we usually use it in English, as well. Wholeness is holdness which excludes nothing. Everything is contained in an "infinite, boundless container," to quote Michael Eigen. I hold in my mind an image of holdness from the first Star Wars movie where Luke Skywalker arrives with Hans Solo and company at a nether outpost in the galaxy. Luke enters a galactic bar/juke joint and there sees the strangest crowd of creatures he's ever seen. Beings from all over the planet are in this place, this container which holds them and all the opposite types in there with them. Yes, there are bouncers with appropriate zapping technology. All is in there. And it takes effort to maintain some order in the din and dis-parateness of the individuals making up the crowd. There is a hold for even those hairy, scaled, bespined instinctual aspects of self along with whatever refinement may mean in such a place. Holdness. Not perfection in that pure sense the world commonly conveys. And there's room for the tension of the opposites, the raucus and explosive energy is held, as well.


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REPRISE: Part Two - The Moth in the Flame, A Center in Chaotic Fires of Addiction





[Note: the following section is a rough draft I will be continually working on. Read it as rough notations/thoughts/expressions. I will write more re: a heroin addicted client's dream and Kristeva in the coming month.

The above photograph I took in one of the oldest churches in the New World, located in Tlaxcala, Tlaxcala, Mexico, it was built by Cortez. ]


Orientation = Presence,
Questioning As Sacrament


I read a few years back and cannot now locate the source from which I read it that "more than food, clothing, sex and shelter humans crave orientation." This is the function of a cosmology (by the way, a medicine wheel is a cosmology, an organizing of the chaos), a view of everything -- it orients us, locates us in being and time inwardly and outwardly. Reiterations: Having orientation, experiencing location, one is consciously present. Orienting is presensing. Presense is an experience of cosmology, of orientation, and location. One is present with self and the cosmos.


Laurens van der Post in his excellent biography of Carl Jung says that stone age people and the primordial mind/cosmology and tradition they lived within is essentially a lived experience of being known by and within the universe. The universe is a thou, "They (the stone age people) gave out [a feeling]of utterly belonging to life and time and nature...I found that even though they themselves may not know much, they had no doubt of being fully known wherever they went." (pg. 102, Jung and the Story of Our Time, Laurens van der Post). This "being known" locates the ancient ones at all times as present in a living universe. That experience covers the spectrum of primitive agonies and and unspeakable terrors to ecstatic union and communion with the Force in all things in ongoing unfolding manifestations. Recent photographs in the world media of uncontacted groups of Amazonian indigenous peoples reveal the photograph by photograph an orientation, a cosmology. Two men photographed were painted red while a third was painted black. This coloring is symbolic, analogical, and cosmological revelatory of the primal mind/primordial tradition Vander Post speaks of. One can only imagine what these men made of the aircraft noisily hovering and circling above them. Arrows strung, spears at ready, these warriors of the forests stood their ground, defended their territory of which another cancerous, disconnected linear cosmology of greed and "subduing" of nature encroaches upon them with weapons, guns, saws, bulldozers, diseases.


To underscore the supreme value of orientation and cosmology-as-orientation as an innate function in the human organism, Henri Corbin, the late mystic and scholar of Islamic mysticism, writes in his book, The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism:
"Orientation is a primary phenomenon of our presense in the world. A human presense has the property of spatializing a world around it, and htis phenomenon implies a certain relationship of man witht he world, his world, this relationship being determined by the very mode of his presense in the world. The four cardinal points, east and west, north and south, are not things encountered by this presense, but directions which express its sense, man's acclimatization to his world, his familiarity with it. To have this sense is to orient oneself in the world. The ideal lines that run from east to west, from north to south form a system of a priori (prior to) spatial evidences without which there would be neither geographic nor anthropological orientation. And indeed, the constrast between Eastern man and Western man, between Nordic man and Southern man, regulate our ideological and characterological classifications..."Orientation in time" refers to the different ways in which man experiences his presense on earth, and the continuity of this presense within a kind of history, and the questionj as whether this history has a sense, and if so, what sense?" (pgs. 1 & 2) -- Henri Corbin, The Man of Light in Iranian Sufism, Omega Publications, Inc., 1978.

How Do You Stand Within These Realms

There is a body-oriented psychotherapy called Hakomi. The word, hakomi is a Hopi Native American term which means, "How do you stand within these realms." This question is the question of orientation, evokes exploration, discovery and experience of cosmology. Cosmology is a conscious activity of making the unconscious conscious, making conscious those "taken-for-granted" beliefs about the nature of reality. This has been and is an ancient and ongoing undertaking such that our most cherished and fundatmental assumptions, presuppostitions, beliefs have become mostly unconscious and unexamined "sacred cows" out of which we live and "shape" our lives and our view of life. Questioning our presuppostitions, examining those mostly unconscious fundaments upon which we stand under/under-stand is therefore one of the most sacred, sacremental acts of human consciousness. Questions, such as the one in the Hopi Hakomi, continually unfold us and the world anew. Most primordial traditions, those of the people of the first light of human cosciousness, and the languages evolved therefrom are characterized as dynamic, verb-based articulations of the ongoing "sizzling and fizzing" continuously creating nature of perception and reality, languages which evoke and demonstrate movement, process, change, interconnection and pattern. For instance, and I take this from Michael Ortiz Hill's Blues Song at the Edge of Chaos, page 8, the Navajo language conveys "a universe which is interwoven or, more accurately, interweaving. Nothing is static. Beauty is in the making of beauty."


For those interested in further exploration of this I refer you to Benjamin Lee Whorf's always cosmology shifting, question-raising book, Language, Thought and Reality. In reading this (along with Michael Ortiz Hill's pamphlet mentioned above) one will undergo a reorientation away from final received knowledge into knowing as an ongoing study, activity, and ecstasy. One discovers that it is questions and not answers which continually orient one toward an archetypal "true North," an inner "galactic center," which is conscious questioning, research and, equally important, insearch (see James Hillman's early work, Insearch: Psychology and Religion for an accessible, inspiring promotion for "thinking on the edge, searching in the frontiers of psyche" as orienting toward ongoing creativity and revelation regarding orienting and locating oneself and the world as a living breathing "making of beauty." Beauty in the Hopi/Navaho cosmology means "balance." If one is unbalanced one is disoriented. Thus the prayer Navajo prayer, "Before me beauty. Behind me beauty. Inside me beauth. Both sides and all around me beauty. I begin in beauty. I proceed in beauty. I am ending ongoingly in beauty," reveals a cosmology of balancing awareness and forces and the walking in this awareness.


Ideas Matter, Root Images, Presuppositions


Most of our cosmologies, and myths and religions are cosmologies, are attempts to characterize, understand and apprehend/grasp ultimate questions such as "why is there something instead of nothing," "from whence did/do we come?" and "to what individual and collective purpose?" Cosmology is an attempt to develop a view of everything (including nothing!). If cosmology as a term is frightening or offputting Marcus Borg, author and religious scholar, has a helpful and more readily accessible term which may assist in grasping the scope of the venture of uncovering one's personal cosmology:


"Ideas matter. One would only expect an academic to say this, so let me add at once that some ideas do not matter very much. But some do, deeply affecting our lives. Of the ideas that do affect us, perhaps none does so as much as the root images of reality which lie deep in our psyches. A root image is a fundamental image of how reality is, our most basic 'picture' of reality. Perhaps most often called a 'world-view', it consists of our most taken-for-granted assumptions about what is possible. It is an idea ( mental construct) of immense power. Very importantly, a root image not only provides a model of reality, but also shapes our perception and our thinking, operating almost unconsciously within us as a dim background affecting all of our seeing and thinkning. A root image thus functions as both an image and a lens: it is a picture of reality which becomes a lens through which we see reality...Operating within us at the level of the imagination, a level deeper than the discursive intellect, root images of reality involve the imaging or intuiting of a whole Gestalt in light of which everything else is seen." (pgs. 31 & 43) -- Marcus Borg, "Root Images and the Way We See", Fragments of Infinity, Essays in Religion and Philosophy, Ed. Arvind Sharma, Prism Press, 1991


The term root image forms a literal visual image of roots and is less abstract than the words "cosmology" and "world-view." In the conservative Calvinistic Christian theology I was educated in as a young man the word used then and now in apologetics courses (apologetics is an academic study which prepares an intellectual "defense of the Christian faith) the word used, and it's a good one, for root image is presupposition. One can discover and examine and question one's presuppositions, those "taken-for-granted" assumptions/suppositions and see how they, indeed, do become "a lens though which we see reality." Everyone has a cosmology, a world-view, root images and if Socrates the ancient Greek philosopher is correct, and I think that he is, "the unexamined life [and it's root images] is not worth living."


What Has Cosmology To Do With Addiction?
Abjection Leads To Ejection, Injection, Projection of the self/Self


I have taken the time and space above to discus cosmology as an essential element of human consciousness. Consciousness is orientation. As practitioners of various kinds, social workers, psychotherapists, ministers, pastoral counselors, addictions counselors, body workers, healers, astrologers, psychoanalysts, 12-step sponsors and sponsees we deal daily with people who are disoriented by addictions which at first began either consciously or unconsciously as attempts at orientation/reorientation away from environmental impingement, disruptions, faults, defaults and failures. When one has steeped in any one or all of these one is in a state of abjection. This abjection becomes a way of life, an inner orientation, which, I propose for addicts of all kinds, borrowing from one method of addiction, leads to ejection and injection. Julia Kristeva has written extensively about abjection in her book, Powers of Horror, An Essay On Abjection (1982). To understand what she means by abjection I quote extensively from an article by Inna Semetsky (click here for the entire article): http://arts.monash.edu.au/cclcs/research/papers/age-of-abjection.pdf):



"abjection n. 1. the condition of being servile, wretched, or contemptible. 2. the act of humiliating. 3. Mycol. the ejection of spores by a fungus.abject adj. 1. utterly hopeless, miserable, humiliating, or wretched: abject poverty. 2. contemptible; despicable; base-spirited: an abject coward. 3. shamelessly servile; slavish. 4. Obs. cast aside.


The meaning of abjection, as described by Kristeva in her "Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection" (1982), is "one of those violent, dark revolts of being, directed against a threat that seems to emanate from an exorbitant outside or inside, ejected beyond the scope of the possible, the tolerable, the thinkable" (1982: 1).


We experience abjection as a spontaneous reaction that may manifest in a form of unspeakable horror, often expressed at a physical level as uncontrollable vomiting, when faced with a breakdown in meaning caused by the generic loss of a habitual distinction. When the distinction – it being between subject and object, self and other, life and death -- – is destroyed, then the abjection takes its place. Abjection preserves what existed at the archaic level of pre-objectal relationship, as Kristeva puts it, within the extreme violence as a condition of a body becoming separated from another body so as to be! Corpse serves as a primary example, traumatically reminding us of our own finitude and materiality; but so does Auschwitz as a symbol of a particularly destructive, violent, and immoral event. Kristeva, describing abjection, uses the infinitive 'to fall', cadere in French, hence cadaver, the corpse:


"[M]y body extricates itself, as being alive, from that border. Such wastes drop so that I might live, until, from loss to loss, nothing remains in me and my entire body falls beyond the limit – cadere, cadaver. If dung signifies the other side of the border, the place where I am not and which permits me to be, the corpse, the most sickening of wastes, is a border that has encroached upon everything. ... 'I' is expelled" (1982: pp.3-4).The corpse indicates the breakdown of the distinction between subject and object, that is, a loss of the crucial factor in establishing self-identity: it therefore exemplifies the concept of abjection." [End Semetsky quote]



This "destruction of distinction" is disorientation. The addict attempts to eject himself as the "bad abject" along with the bad objects (parents/caretakers/group/society) who cast him aside, make wretched, contemptible, despicable, lower than low. He does so by injection by which I mean addictions of all kinds. There is a simultaneous attempt to eject the negative, unlovable "I-self" in the addictive act that when eradicated, evacuated may be filled by an "I" which reunites with "I" and an archetypal reconnecting Other which reorients one toward life and not death alone. Death cannot be ejected but life can be injected and ingested to such an extent that one is projected/propelled/impelled toward that "I" who evolves creatively with the Life/Death force into more meaningful struggle/play in life.



[In Part Three I'll publish an account of a single consultation with a heroin addict fresh from rehab and seeking support in recovery. I have asked my Learning For Life Group colleagues to write and "dream" around a repetitive dream the client reported during the consult and publish their work with their permission. I have also asked another colleague who works as an addictions counselor to also work the dream. He has agreed to do so].

Saturday, April 16, 2011

"From Bathos to Blood to Baby's Breath and Beyond the Pall" - Myth, the New Age and the Denial of Death

[New York City Mural at East 2nd & Lafayette Streets. Warren Falcon. Click on image to enlarge it. All photos in this essay are by Warren Falcon.]

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Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,
Alone, shall come fulfilment to our dreams
And our desires...

Yet I am the necessary angel of the earth,
Since, in my sight, you see the earth again...

- Wallace Stevens


I have of late been rereading Joseph Campbell. While basking in the mystery-evoking images of ancient European and other cave art drawn by earliest human ancestors I feel compelled from these images to words, Campbell's and others, which both provide buffer yet accompany us further into the numinous, fraught world so powerfully depicted at least 20,000 or more years ago by unknown human hands; one artist left his/her hand imprint upon "canvas of stone," a signature hand we reach out to as do those hands depicted in Michaelangelo's classic painting reaching toward the proffered, beseeching other. These images continue to startle, to awe, to shock one into ancient sentiments of beauty and terror "like shining from shook foil" (G. Manley Hopkins). Knowing that I would soon be writing about "Myth, the New Age and the Denial of Death" I became overwhelmed because entire volumes could be written on the relation between myth, the denial of death, with perhaps a slim one or two paragraphs on the "New Age" movement which, with all its published Best Sellers, is more constructed of light bird bones, hollow hollow, for higher and higher and faster flight up and away (no insult to birds) with plenty of bright patterned plumage, attractive as the array is, but eventually very insubstantial moving a bit of air while calling attention to itself.


Or so I thought.


A shift in my attitude occurred as I pondered the ancient yet living images from the truly sacred caves. Campbell eloquently accounts how homo sapiens
awakened after thousands of years of brain evolution into self reflexive awareness by clear awareness of Death, how humanity's most bountiful harvest, consciousness (distinct from the rest of Nature and animal consciousness), with its questions and needed solutions thrust knowledge and techne forward into what we currently know now as human civilization. Death awareness birthed humans into a new kind of knowing, into verbal thought, and has ever sense troubled our sleep, our waking lives, as well as our logic. That dawning "I" of a unique self alive, awake and articulating its growing experience of learning in a living changing universe marked the beginning of the only New Age true. This
first and only New Age continues so long as birth and death continue. It appears that the Wheel of Existence will continue to inexorably turn as will the cogs and jogs of coagulate human thought in words and images both primal and abstract, its capacities for pastel sublimity of articulated, debated, and tested ideas in the midst of the unfolding constancy of red and (alle)gory incarnate existence; both grace and terror demark fluid edges such are hematomas courageously holding life's opposites which create human consciousness. We are of the opposites born. Our words buffer us from Nature but do not relieve us of the burden of being Nature.

A new age is begun with awareness of death, of endings, personally and collectively. "Death is" indeed "the mother of beauty", an awesome beauty, from bathos to blood to baby's breath and beyond, an eye blink inspiration in terms of infinity into deepening and expanding thought and direct experience in the here and now. The ancient and still ongoing struggle with images then words (repetitive shaped sounds), and words-as-images, and words-as-imaged (the various ways in which words were written/imaged), and the flood of impressions from the sensory world, was then and is an effort to somehow comprehend and relate to Being, existence, which began with "the people of the First Light", their reluctant but mandatory acknowledgment of Death in glyphed cave tints, in etched, carved bones, stone, and wood (Laurens van der Post's gives us this poetic appellation for our earliest ancestors, those of the "first light" meaning "first consciousness").


I recall the sense of place I felt as a young man reading for the first time Oswald Spengler's The Decline of the West, an elegy really, of tremendous beauty, the writing still glorious even though many scholars have had at it and wrestled with, or tried, to refute Spengler's view that Western Civilization is in obvious decline (never happy news but for those who are not of the West). That his thesis was put to ill use by those of fascistic bent of mind is important to note but that is more the fault of ancient kinship systems of blood and dirt claiming for itself predominance over the local hill and the world entire. I believe that it can be fairly and honestly pointed out that many scholars the world over claim the same predominance. For me, Spengler articulated what I knew in my young and bitter gut to be true, that death, literally in A-bombs, H-bombs, and more, was only a missile away, and that the once living and vibrant container of Western religions had calcified, suffered an sclerosis of the heart from reification of once inspired ideas and actions into fascistic fundamentalists wielding scriptures to justify violence of all kinds against infidels.


Soon after Spengler I discovered the brilliant and equally eloquent Pulitzer prize-winning book by Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death. What Spengler did with history Becker did with psychology. Becker's thesis is that humanity, justly inflated due to its ability to be rational, to create and be like the gods, is always/already shocked that though we may be gods, indeed, "we are gods who shit," and we are gods who die. We can extend life but cannot prevent death which comes to us all, and to all sentient beings. To accommodate/adjust to the facticity of death, human character develops; character is an effective-enough defense around and against this fact of death, the vicissitudes of hard incarnate life, psyches/bodies shape and misshape around the assaults of incarnation. Such assaults are not only the obvious terrors and pains of life but also of the powerful drives and ecstasies which overwhelm as much as terrors "too great to name" (Rilke's apt phrase). Human character is without a doubt humanity's greatest artifice; I use this term purposefully as it conveys falsity or non-truth cleverly turned to deceive and trick. Character is camouflage more for ourselves against our awareness of death stalking us, so tickled by our masks.


Human character is also man's greatest ongoing work of authentic art, exquisite, variant, functional, rejecting nothing to be endeavored into meaningful conveyance, yet, says Becker, "it is a lie". But here I want to argue with him though I take his pungent and poignant descriptive point deeply to heart; I prefer, instead, to use several affirmative and reorienting phrases of poet Wallace Stevens and say that human character is "a necessary fiction," that human character is the "Imagination of Nature" active in human bodies and nervous systems in conjunction with prefrontal cortices artfully, aesthetically, forming and shape-shifting around Death-in-life as "we live in an old chaos of the sun (Wallace Stevens)." Again, Stevens speaks of "the Necessary Angel of the Imagination" for it is this "other realm" of human consciousness that is driven not only by facts and reason but by imagination which prepares and, in a very real sense, repairs the tearing fact of oblivion, of death. To further nuance this, Carl Jung says that the human psyche has an essentially religious function which is to discover or make meaning out of that old and present "chaos of the sun." It is this which is the fundamental drive beneath all human biological ones, the drive toward meaning, which is orientation. Inherent within the fabric of reality or not, it is still debated, we cannot dispute the fact of the drive toward meaning which is a meaningful and orienting statement itself. We are creatures who need not only sensory orientation of balance and dimension but, most significantly and uniquely human, our life blood is an "unthought known" primed by nature for conscious thought and willful action, that primary orientation/compulsion for the earth and meaning to be known by its creation. We crave this most of all.

This religious function of the psyche has been, since modernity, reduced to signs which is what so much modern scholarship does with living symbols of the psyche. This is an illness, says Jung, which he calls "nothing but-ism" where mind, if you will, attempts to reduce something mysterious and large, the psyche and it's contents, down to small known quantities, from resonant fecundating ideas/energies continually reverberating and expanding awareness condensed into manageable sound bytes, manipulable handfuls used mostly for one's own gain, a foothold in the swarming Lear-tides and snapping veils displaying mightily within and before one's very self witnessing it all. For well over two centuries now symbols have been reduced to "nothing but" signs; even physical symptoms which are symbols are reduced to "nothing but" diseases with no idea nor interest whatsoever in how psyche/soma produces such symbols indicating that something divine (archetypal) is present in our illnesses, something sacred (meaningful) needs to be made conscious, to be consciously related to; revelation is at hand, of nature as it is and as we are with un-willed dreams evoking, insisting beyond our egos toward "we know not what" but to which we give image and word, thought and action to. We tend psyche in tending ourselves and in good stewardship tend that nature which dreams in us forward.


Sir Arthur Eddington, scientist and mystic, somewhere said, "Something we know not what is doing we something we know not what." And so we make our images and words trying to herd that Something into meaningful presence, into "faces of the Face" (a Shi'ite Islamic term for images of God/the Face) by which we may know not only "the Face," our own and others, but the space we share and occupy in whispering cosmoi (plural of 'cosmos') seeking the teloi (plural of telos, which is Greek for 'purpose'), evident in all drives compelled by the primal "meaning" drive. Perhaps our cosmos is living entity expanding, driving compelled toward "meaning."

A subject for another essay, suffice it here to point out the destructive confusion of symbol and sign perpetuated not only our many sciences (especially psychology) but even "the Queen of all sciences", religion/theology, suffers this malady, once profound and dynamic symbol systems are now calcifying or are already calcified into sign systems alone.
It is clear that what drives addictions is a justified hunger beyond mere signs into living contact with symbols, archetypal realities, and that which they truly nurture within us.

It also follows logically that the opposite of "nothing but-ism" is "anything goes" which one finds most prominently today in the so-called "New Age" movement as well as in liberal theological groups no matter the original tenets. Almost any product of the imagination is uncritically accepted, goes unchallenged by reason and common sense. The basic deciding factor of "truth" is emotion, feeling. Religious pluralism is ideal, yes, allowing for openness and curiosity toward essentially mysterious matters. However, a naive "anything goes" approach is also a reduction, often to sentiments, thus sentimentality. This reduction depotentiates whatever "juice" there is to be found in symbols to caracatures, cartoons, denatured and adulterated into "lamby" "Religion/Spirituality LITE" serving up a tapas of "spiritual" delectables and finger food, saffron scented pinkies raised, at an A.D.D. banquet of NUMINOUS NEXTITTIES which titillate and distract airy "spiritual sensibilities" away from aerie life realities of toil, suffering and death. Rarely served up is the fat needed for greater, more authentic, substantial wholeness; the liver and other organ meats, the sweetbreads, the offal and the marrow of life are to be eaten, chewed, digested, assimilated (as best one can) as psyche in its religious function mandates no turning away from what is served. Somewhat comforting, the story of Jesus in Gethsemane on the night of his betrayal and passion, after a Passover meal mind you, tells us of his agony, knowing what lay ahead for him, he prayed, "Let this cup pass." And then he went to his gory destiny to become a meal for all in Eucharistic rites. We at least get to petition to turn away from the required mortal meal, then write our will in the face of the inexorable Will of God or Fate.


As terribly difficult and disturbing to egoic ideals of "spirituality" (almost all vertical in thrust away from the horizontal, creaturely, material plane) psyche does not shut out any part or plane of itself and requires the same from conscious beings such are humans. A profound explication of this from the history of religion comes from the Jewish Caballa regarding the triumphant banquet to be had at the end of time when the Messiah returns. The primal entree to be feasted upon is none other than the Leviathan, the creature of the deep whom God showed to Job revealing this creature to be the dark, shadow (yes, evil..."you know...evil?") side of God. Difficult to digest even reading this as it disturbs our notions of a perfect deity or plane of being where there is no darkness but only light, only good. Should I be invited to such a plane I'm betting on a serving of leviathan croquettes as the required meal. I'm bringing my bottle of chipotle sauce to flavor the dish. And pulling as many wishbones as I may in hope to sway some compensatory cotton candy deity my way. Tis about balance, yes? And antacids.

A parallel story to the Caballa one is to be found in Tibetan Buddhism. An aspiring young monk sincerely and desperately seeks after enlightenment. His prayers for this are heard for he soon hears a voice telling him that he will find enlightenment upon the shores of the ocean. He must thus undertake the long and arduous journey out of the remote mountains of Tibet into China and then hard trek to the far ocean shore. After many difficulties and ordeals the monk, whom I'll call "Steadfast", remains single pointed in the midst of terrible events. He wants enlightenment more than anything else. Finally the day arrives where he stands upon a hill and takes in the vast ocean just below filling up his eyes' horizon. Thankful and excited he rushes, in spite of his utter exhaustion from the journey, toward the shore where he will become enlightened. He approaches a group of fishermen who are cleaning their day's catch from thankfully full nets. The stench of raw fish is powerful. The pile of gilled and finned glinting offal teems with flies and maggots. The workers take little notice of the stench nor that of this unwashed foreign visitor. Steadfast is repulsed. Nausea wells up. He nearly swoons. Holding on to the side of boat he then hears the same voice that had required this journey for his enlightenment, "O pilgrim, now it is yours to eat the fish guts. In doing this you will be awakened." Steadfast, having sacrificed all for the journey toward his deepest hunger, enlightenment, obeyed. And he awakened. He is known in Tibetan Buddhism as a great Buddha, "the eater of fish guts."


A new age, any new age, is intrinsically connected to the first and only ongoing one of "People of the First Light"; it is an awareness, or is born of an awareness, of death, of endings and it is thus how the fluffy cartoon of the current "New Age LITE" movement is reconnected in my mind, relinked back, to the first and only New Age which is still echoing, reverberating out and in. This ongoing dawn consciousness is forever new as it takes into the overwhelming and powerfully real, contrasting knowledge of the eternal return of impending sunset and twilight. This ongoing creation of meaning is born of the impingement of death in earliest ancestors, just as egos of newborns are formed of the impingement of incarnate existence ex utero which neurologically, synaptically form neuro-nets which awaken into Billy and Beulah, and all us we with names and bodies inflecting, aware of death, denying away from death into life "for life," as Freud astutely points out, "wants more of life" yet is made all the more life by the impingement of death and death awareness, in the rising and falling of desires/hungers, of origination and cessation of drives. Earliest humans affirm with Jung that the primary drive over all is that drive toward meaning which thrusts us then and now into "the symbolic life."


Carlos Castaneda Births the New Age Movement
and Its Demise, the Sky is Not the Limit Afterall -
A Morality Play

It seems that authentic esotericism of religious traditions (not the non-critical unquestioning, "anything goes" mentality of many current New Agers) turns not away from Death but toward it. From Zoroaster to zen, from shamans to sufis and more, the mystics, those authentic ones who know from experience that ecstasy is not merely a state of manic excitement in dissociative pleasure where one is identified with that state but ecstasy aside one must spend most of their waking life cultivating awareness in the face of Death not as a quaint technical theory to manipulate feeling states but as a preparation, says don Juan to Carlos in Carlos Castaneda's "wheel turning" necessary fictions about apprenticeship with a Yaqui Indian sorcerer in the Northern Mexican desert, for that one moment that all of life prepares for, death, which is believed to be a portal into Infinity.

Nevermind for the moment (but let us not deny) the gory factual details of Castaneda's life post-don Juan and international celebrity as a guru to millions (still), the artifice, deceits and lies of of his private personal life (he like all of us is entitled to a private life, that is NOT the issue), teaching spiritual ideas/ideals/sorcerer techniques and fancy while concealing/living an all too human life of malignant narcissism and grandiosity brainwashing many sincere and gullible followers which led to the death of at least 5 women who were of his inner circle. Nevermind the truth about his actual death by normal mortal disease, prescription notes to prove it, and not the sorcerer's death he wrote of and imagined "via don Juan", and supposedly taught to some of his cult followers, a running fast enough in "tensegrity fashion," Tensegrity being a system of postures and movements supposedly designed by pre-Christian Yaqui sorcerers to prepare spiritual warriors who would jump, come time for Death, into Light through the veils into Nagual or Infinity.


Nevermind all that. Castaneda, for all his later megalomania, perhaps psychotropically induced insanity from his journeys with jimsonweed and other plant "alchemical choirs", was truly a genius, an artist who drew from and condensed anthropological research and accounts to articulate masterfully a Vulgate (popular) of indigenous teachings and techniques from cultures around the world. Castaneda was a "necessary angel of imagination" - let us not make the mistake of reading "angel" in Judeo-Christian light as "all good" servants of an "all good" god, the necessary angel of the earth includes good and evil and does not shut out any part of existence. Castaneda offered a death-obsessed culture with it's hubristic H-bombs and techne hastening death to not only the human species but to Gaia Herself, the living green planet of fertile waters and land, of seeded life, of blooded life, of oceanic life, of sky-ey life, which may, because of human hubris, prematurely, become a dried out airless rock, a rock with a history but without anyone or anything to remember this history, no one left to draw it on cave walls or canvas or tattoo it upon bodies to commemorate and stimulate precious miraculous life wanting more of life. Don Juan via Carlos, the character in Castaneda's "necessary fictions", makes available ancient dreaming in and around death which, one had hoped in the reading and rereading (many still do) would make infinity a real event for egos to survive death of the material body. So far in the evolution of human consciousness the collective has discerned that there are "fantastic" (fantasy + ecstatic) aspects to this consciousness, it's capacities to sort and sift and drift into sublimities of awareness, subtle, subtle, which include and, turns out, are dependent upon human bodies, their nervous systems, in, through and by which the flickers and flashes that hint of something like infinity pass through finite and porous beings with witnessing egos, gods if you will, who shit and who do indeed die.


I've no quarrel with infinity. How silly is that, but as creatures of consciousness we must quarrel with every aspect of existence and knowing, test it, play with the opposites, the mercurial nature of mind, show our behinds and sublime smoke rings to wrenching questions. And I have plenty of real fight left for finity (some things are just fun to say) and death. As I grow closer to my own oblivion I have come to all the more honor breath, nerves and, better, nerve endings which lend us universes of sensations. I have come to grumblingly accept even arthritic joints and other insults of body, merely nature being nature no matter the indignant cry of god-almighty egos. Western culture sees an aged man or woman and goes instantly into "denial of Death." This, of course, is karmic retribution as I have done this my whole life, and do it still - mea culpa, mea maxima culpa - see an aged person and immediately cop to puer realms within in order to deny the senex (old man/woman) reality that I truly am becoming all the more still. This, too, is an Eastern culture symptom viz the story of how 2500 years ago Siddhartha Gautama became a Buddha after the severing sights of illness, old age and death which led to the persevering perching in the face of undeniable oblivion opening up into Witness, enabling egos to scan inner and outer plays of nerve endings interpreted into sense and intense "kind king light of mind" (Allen Ginsberg) such are mentations foments and nostrums. Can we not see that all this plethora is what we bring to the table enabling what gods and cattle to step out of concrete into myriad manifestations?


It is hard to daily look at one's own impending death but what can be and should be taken from the esoteric traditions of the world is not a denial of death but that wise and necessary turn toward it in order to make one more present and alive, mentally and bodily, as much as creaking joint and drying orifice allow, dried fruit and lubricants near at hand to command movements of all kinds in the midst of the slowing wheel of life grinding grinding winding sinew by synapse all us we down to ground. Literally, ground, dirt, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, no matter the coffin or urn or the remnant silt be tossed and scattered by tearful friends and family. The purpose of myth is to open eyes wide, hearts wide to mystery even though we have names and faces and learn over and over that "Eternity is in love with the productions of time (things which die)" so why not love ourselves and the productions of time. We do so, importantly, for ourselves and in so doing we do it for Eternity/Infinity. We have all this no-time in mind, at least and last in our hands now to be in love which is all the more because of the "is" of its contingent opposite. Life is love is it not? and that love is friction and fraction in which human consciousness, a prism of dura matter and more, refracts fractyliciously infinity for eyes of surmise/surprise. Love beyond fluff. A fact. Even Death cannot (and probably cares not to) erase such and suchness.



Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Quote from "Being-In, Being-For, Being-With" by Clark Moustakas

This is from the "Introduction" of Moustakas' book, Being-In, etc.:

The aim is to evoke a human presence, a freedom to enter into peaks and valleys of experience, courage to walk through darkness and traverse shadows of life itself. To achieve these aims, one must become internally alive, embrace one's own perceptions and senses, and face whatever appears in one's awareness and understanding--the imponderable and unknown regions of the self that inevitably occur in individual and communal living.

To Be-In means to cherish one's inner light, to stand out, as a unique being and to know others and life from the substance of one's own unique self.

To Be-For ones self requires that the person stand by her or his own values, convictions, and beliefs and not to be swayed or manipulated by outside opinions, expectation, or demands. Being-For oneself means to support one's own creations and communications and to affirm one's own identity, one's feelings, one's choices and preferences. To Be-For is to confirm oneself. At no time does this have more immediate power and danger than when one is alone, on a private path, at a time when one is not being confirmed by anyone else. Being-For means daring to gaze inward and finding strength in self-resources and self-expressions. In Being-For oneself one remains with one's own perceptions and views; the evidence of one's own senses guides one in pursuit of the truth [this is what Clark means by heuristic eduction, learning from one's own experiences].

In Being-For oneself the person takes cues from the resources and possibilities of the self, from inner tendencies, leanings, interests, and tacit self-resources.

To Be-With oneself is a way of facing the polarities of one's world, a process of realizing hat each contrasting component represents a legitimate voice and that the challenge is to find a place of harmony and balance among the diversity of possibilities and actualities, opposing views, inner tensions, and contrary ideas [sounds like healthy Taoism to me....all all all is in the Tao]. To Be-With is a way of talking to oneself, of facing the fears and doubts of existence as well as the enticements and attractions of life, listening to the inner silences and words, and daring to cope with the strains of freedom and imprisonment. To Be-With is to accept and let be the forces of darkness and light, discovery and mystery, joy and sorrow, life and death.

Being-In oneself and in the world of others, Being-For oneself and for life, and Being-With oneself and with others are ways of being open to the possibilities of creative life, of being receptive to new rhythms, and of finding ways of expressing individuality, wholeness, and essence.

Truth in Being-In, -For, and -With becomes a form of self-other discovery, an heuristic process leading authentically to I and Thou. Each reality holds shapes and patterns and exists in its own terms; each leads to the freedom to explore regions of mind, heart, and soul or to be blocked by roles, rules, and expectations...

Salmon Rushdie (1992) emphasizes the imperative of holding to one's own reality, to the truth and freedom of one's own self.

"Our lives teach us who we are. I have learned the hard way that when you permit anyone else's description of reality to supplant your own--and such descriptions have been raining down on me, from security advisers, governments, journalists, Archbishops, friends, enemies, mullahs--then you might as well be dead. Obviously, a rigid, blinkered, absolutist world view is the easiest to keep hold of, whereas the fluid, uncertain, metamorphic picture I've always carried is rather more vulnerable. Yet I must cling with all my might to my own soul; must hold on to its mischievous, iconoclastic, out-of-step clown instincts, no matter how great the storm. And if that plunges me into contradiction and paradox, so be it; I've live in that messy ocean all my life." [p.85]

Friday, March 18, 2011

JUNG AT HEART, A SPRING 2011 READING/INQUIRY GROUP NOW FORMING


As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -- C.G. Jung*

"Man has a soul...there is a buried treasure in the field." -- C.G. Jung **


Carl Jung's entire life and vocation were devoted to the exploration and understanding of the religious function of the psyche [click here to read a book review] . His books and ideas have only just begun to be understood as a radical re-dreaming of human purpose that he discovered in his lifelong study of myth, religion, science, culture and individual dreams. His books are not easily understood but if one persists, and with helpful others also reading along, the rich depths of his psychological explorations begin to incrementally reveal.

With a goal to this rich unfolding of Jung, a bi-monthly reading and inquiry group is forming for all who are interested in reading Jung and Jungian or transpersonal works of a religious/soulful nature which synthesize psychological and mythic material.

Those who are involved in therapy work, counseling, body oriented psychological work, ministerial work, any form of healing work with others or who simply want to continue to grow in their knowledge and understanding of the psyche (Greek for "soul") and develop a deeper union and communion with personal and transpersonal (archetypal) psyche which, says Jung, "we are within...it is not just within us," are invited to attend. A primary goal of the group will be to understand and integrate Jung's psychological approach personally and practically.

All you need to participate in this group is a commitment to regularly attend, as well as a commitment to growth, understanding and integration of the material read and discussed. If you delight in tackling difficult texts all the better. If you struggle with difficult text but want to "get to the meat of the text" with others all the better, too.

There are two ways of engaging with the symbolic, archetypal, and mythological forms that reside in the wild landscape of our unconscious. One is to encounter them as they emerge, grappling and wrestling with them in ordinary everyday reality, turning our gaze to their veiled faces and hooded eyes to see what mystery lies there. The other way, however, is ultimately an inevitable call to descend into the depths where the forms dwell, facing and interacting with them in their own turf, the mysterious inner territory of the
underworld that supports and sustains them—and us. - James Hillman
[here]

This group will also be a form of supervision for those participants who have some form of practice working with others in a "helping" capacity. We will work your clinical material as we work with the texts for greater understanding, integration and application in your work.


I will facilitate the reading and discussion also using clinical material from Jung's and others' practices while inviting participants to bring their own clinical material to the group for discussion in regards to the studies at hand.

I propose that we begin by reading Jung's 1934 seminar on children's dreams. It is readable, fascinating and enlightening with immediate application to one's own dream work as well as working with the dreams of others. The seminar has only just this year been published and is available at [click here] amazon.com as well as the C.G. Jung bookstore on E. 39th Street. As we read this and other books I will provide a model of Jung's view of the psyche which will assist in understanding the reading and practical application of Jung's insights and techniques. You may read a review of the seminar here.

The group will begin April 4th, meeting every other Monday from 10:30 am to 12:30 pm depending on its size (the meeting time can be tweaked a bit depending on the daily schedules of attendees). You can bring y0ur lunch or brunch if need be while we shall all munch mentally upon the reading for the day.

The fee for attendance is $50 per class. You will purchase your own books. I will provide handouts, essays, etc. as may be needed to further understanding and practical application of what we are reading.

I request a commitment of attendance to the group till end of June. If the group prefers to meet weekly then I am certainly available to do so. If you are outside of Manhattan and have several people interested in forming a reading/study group in your area please let me know. Have Jung will travel. Also, if there are at least 3 people who can meet at a particular time and day then I am able to meet at said time.

Feel free to forward this e-flyer to anyone you think may want to attend.

We will meet at East 10 St apartment in Manhattan's East Village between 3rd and 2nd avenue (contact me for the exact address). If there are more than 8 students I will arrange to meet elsewhere.

If you would like to speak to me personally about the group please do not hesitate to call me. My phone number is 212-677-6712. You may email me at roofdweller_2@yahoo.com.


Looking forward to getting started!!


Warren Falcon


*from Memories, Dreams, Reflections, 1962

**from a letter by C.G. Jung, Jung Letters, Volume 2, 1973

Thursday, March 17, 2011

O Starry Spangled Shock of Mercy - Of Human Presence In Apocalypse


The Ego, being conscious, the very center of consciousness, is apriori and derives it's existence from the older unconscious, and symbolically has a heavenly origin to which it will return, a Star. - Kevin F. [here]


APOCA-LATTE NOW. What image do you see in the foam?
Click on the image to enlarge it.

[Many have written to me asking my opinions and views of recent events which appear to point to "apocalypse impending" & "apocalypse now". I have culled from my various email responses stitching various parts of them together to comprise what is below. An email response is more casual, one lets one's hair down and thus paints, as do I, in broad strokes, in generalities with very few if any footnotes. I have published a few of these email responses elsewhere on the blogspot - to read these longer pieces click
here. Throughout the essay are words or phrases underlined in red which link to footnotes and essays quoted. Click on those to read the sources referred to.]

Most apocalyptic predictions from indigenous cultures ancient and new are based upon interpretations of stellar events which were/are and will be out of human control (but for blood sacrifices, sympathetic magic, appeasement by apotropaic rituals, etc. Apotropaic is "an adjective that means warding against evil, or deflecting misfortune, and commonly refers to objects such as amulets or other symbols" - Wikipedia). Given New Age "bloodless" souls the sacrifices to be made are those of intellect, alas. Any blood that they shed to appease the offended powers will be made of pureed beets and guar gum. And Fundamentalists of all stripes are also required to sacrifice critical thinking and to adhere rigidly to official doctrines and interpretations which are not to be questioned. Emotions rule the day and sway of interpretations which are subjectively skewed from what might be "objective" images derived from psyche, from sciences old (astrology, divination, dream, etc.) and new (research, reason, verification, etc.).

I have a well-educated astrologer friend and teacher who is brilliant on all this "end times/2012 Mayan-and-other-ancient calendar" kaputski stuff. She practices what she calls "mythic astrology" which is pre- modern astrology. Modern astrology roughly came into being more or less 2000 years ago with a more sophisticated mathematics at the disposal of magi/astrologers (yes, Virginia, the ZERO was invented! and by the Arabs!!), the sky was laid out in grids with calculated time in linear measurable segments - past, present, future, with numbers attached. Ancient astrology was devalued; mathematics cut the once fluid material and mental world of space and time into more and more static segments, lines, shapes with numbers, into measurable discriminate chunks/pieces. Space and time became categories of knowledge. Thus "the end of time" came into mental being inevitably/officially/theologically to be calculated and predicted via math and "signs" which reflected the cosmologies and values of cultures around the world observing the same events while developing each their mathematics and interpretive slants as to when The End would arrive. Stars and synchronistic events on earth whose elusive dots from heaven to earth were, and are still, connected - psychologically associated - from mostly reptilian brain fears of The End by prophets, priests, priestesses, and seers. They observe the heavens and events upon earth interpreting these projected-upon events according to the prevalent, mostly ancient, pre-modern religious cosmologies at hand.

Even today such interpretations/expectations are still derived from ancient prophesies. This is problematic as these old "messages" are delivered into modern/postmodern psyches which think concretely regarding symbols, their "spiritual" brains, if you will, are atrophied and are thus prone to uncritically believe almost anything which smacks of ancient primal (instinctual based) mind manifest in part by a regression into concretistic thinking regarding symbolic content. One hopes - in order to rejuvenate atrophied spiritual mind into conscious, thoughtful congress with modern/postmodern advances of understanding and knowledge - that that very reptilian fear will compel/spur a "search and recovery" mission to tolerate, celebrate and calibrate the tensions between, and revelation therefrom, reason and faith. This may ultimately lead to greater capacities to sit with apparent opposites in complementarity to/with each thus inhibiting acting out the real discomfort/dis-ease/fright and confusion. Developed capacities to be more or less in equanimity with "not knowing" absolutely in head or in "gut" (the gut/bowels are symbolic of deeply felt intuitive knowing") while self-preservation instincts are revved up into highest gear may allow panic moments time to process discharge/calm neurological/emotional storms and then more cooler heads and calmed nervous systems may prevail.

To greatly and practically assist all this now, an understanding that a symbol is not a sign is needed. This may seem like a minor distinction but it is of archetypal importance to know the difference between the two. One need only look to Fundamentalist concretization and acting out of symbols to know that this understood distinction has life or death consequences:

"The Sign, an abstract word, picture, etc...points to the state of the objective, exterior world, while the Symbol, living breathing signifier of the internal, subjective world is understood to provide meaning for the individual. The perfect state of things is to know the difference between the two, to not mix their properties, and to allow deep religious truth to be communicated symbolically [as opposed to concretistic and/or reductgive interpretations which lead to either "acting out" in 2 year old primal mind or in denial of any reality to symbols resulting in a materialistic view of the world], as opposed to signally, and vice versa, for the Sign to communicate external factual data of the way things are." This distinction between symbol and sign ascribes the territory of faith/belief, symbol, and of science/knowledge, sign. Jung helps us to understand that in every sign, or beneath every sign, is an archetype from which the sign (a finite representation of a symbol) is derived. AND it is of utmost importance to know this and to also keep the distinction for practical purposes for the attainment of knowledge and understanding of both symbol and sign, all the while understanding and valuing the profound relationship/revelation within both in their functional distinctions.


Time in the ancient world did not exist as it does for us postmoderns (modern astrology is 2000/2500 years old). The more or less official END of our so-called "civilized Western world" as we know it began (Jung writes of this in one of his last books, Aion) with "the time of the second fish" meaning that the 2000 year old Piscean era's "first fish" - the Pisces symbol is of two fish swimming in opposite directions thus symbolizing an aion where the opposites and awareness of them will be the singularly, most significant developer of human consciousness - was that of the spiritual Christ and other-worldly values. The "second fish" - swimming in the opposite direction of the first represents the "material" realm with earthly, "Satanic" values, man-centered, not God-centered and thus, according to folks of the "first fish" ("spiritual ones), is to be condemned and transformed if possible.

The material "anti-Christ" second-fish period of science, philosophy, alchemy, and humanism sped up mightily during the man-centered Renaissance and zoomed ahead to what we have now; in other words, we are already in the "apocalypse" and have been for 1000 years or more (and there are many apocalypses throughout human history). Jung says that in the Renaissance "the gods fell out of the heavens and into the psyches of humans, into matter". Humankind took center stage in human awareness, Alexander Pope proclaiming:

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan
The proper study of mankind is man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all,
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd;
The glory, jest and riddle of the world.


What is "apocalypse" after all but a revelation. It means a "lifting of the veil", a revelation, "a disclosure of something hidden from the majority of mankind in an era dominated by falsehood and misconception." Most "falsehoods and misconceptions" were once the received cosmology and knowledge of the day. As humans change and evolve those once received beliefs, knowledge, values and views are changed by "what is revealed", by new knowledge and awareness. Cultural values change (with warfare between those of the old values and those of the new), even gods change (gods represent the highest values of a culture) and thus there is a clash of cosmologies, of literal groups and nations which surely feels like the "End Times" and they ARE the end of the world as we know it which gives way, usually with blood - the evolution of consciousness does not come about sweetly - and synchronistic outer events, to some new center. Poet W.B. Yeats says it true in his poem, "The Second Coming", about the falling apart of the old center, the old values, "Turning and turning in the widening gyre, The falcon cannot find the falconer, Things fall apart, the center cannot hold, Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world...And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?" It is rough with an animal slouch for the new center always appears darkly threatening at first because it threatens the old "calcified and sanctified" center/values/order, and heralds a return of the instincts which need, too, to be reintegrated into "spirit/etheric-oriented religions).

Thus the ongoing cycle of apocalypse in world civilizations is a dramatic shift in values, cosmologies, which means the old ones which were once valid and descriptive of consciousness of their time recede, fade, diminish, morph, are absorbed and built upon by the new Value reflecting and encouraging the next stage of consciousness coming to be (it is presumed) toward greater refinement and innovation. That civilizations regress is a fact of history which certainly is an experienced apocalypse true. The "apo" of the word signifies "ap-, prefix meaning "from, away from, separate, free from," from Gk. apo "from, away from; after; in descent from," in compounds, "from, asunder, away, off; finishing, completing; ceasing from; back again," from PIE base *apo- "off, away" (cf. Skt. apa "away from," Avestan apa "away from," L. ab "away from, from," Goth. af, O.E. of "away from")" -Wikipedia. From the very etymology of the word "apocalype" we see that there is a moving away from, a sundering of and from once were valid values/world views with a rough entry into newer values/world views. There is a violence implied which becomes certainly manifest in the world.

Since the Sun is the "God" of our physical solar system (and thus the center of the universe/LIFE for us) another Sun is now being born, a new center, a new value in our inner solar system. For all of the sobering personal work that must be efforted on our part with help from understanding others, we are enduring a collective dream of apocalypse which can and must be interpreted historically/archetypally in terms of how human consciousness has evolved, how such changes have been expressed in culture, in history. Whether we like it or not a BIG change has truly pivoted on the downward slide of the "Meaning Star" moving past it's apogee in the night sky, has begun it's "fall" down toward the horizon's new dawning "Morning Star"; there is a new sun, a new Key Value, a new "god-image" dawning, it is now upon us. The movie "2001, A Space Odyssey" hints at this dawning greatly; planetarily consciousness of "just ourselves alone" as a species and planet will shift to a more universal awareness of our hopefully more conscious participation in the "web of life" with the rest of the material universe which is, indeed, the end of the business as usual, of the world as we know it.

Edward Edinger's book on the apocalypse speaks of "the archetype of the apocalypse" [click here for a book review]. I have to remind myself that archetypes are living symbols, active dynamic energies distinctly formed, which shape our experience of reality and which, it is surmised, shape reality because they are the very building blocks of experienced and interpreted reality, so the apocalypse (which partakes of death/rebirth symbolism) is an activated archetype which has been activated ongoingly since homo simians became homo lumens/homo sapiens. Now at the end of the Piscean era which has been happening since the "Second Fish", moving rapidly now into the "Water Bearer/Aquarian era with global communication, technology, rockets, H-bombs, information explosion and uneasy co-mingling of cultures and DNA (including theological DNA of "local deities" (and ALL DEITIES ARE LOCAL), we, the human collective WE, must shift out of the old local deity/suns/values and into another one that's "falling" to what will be called "a new earth", incarnating, coagulating, bringing with it reorganizing chaos until some order begins to emerge and what is new and valuable (one hopes) can begin to be discerned.


However, in such major transitions from the twilight of old gods/values to the new gods/values the tendency is to anally cling to the older, to resist or outright war with those "stellar" alien forces "invading" consciousness - all those UFOs and "aliens" image this event of new emerging/invading consciousness/wholeness. C.G. Jung's book on UFOs, Flying Saucers, A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Skies, examines these "mandalas of the skies". Since mandalas are symbolic images of wholeness, these "saucers" with their aliens bring aspects/values to be consciously integrated into collective consciousness, and they are greatly feared and resisted. These images/energies of the Self, Jung's notion of that greater central organizing factor in the human psyche, are yet to be integrated as they are only now just "landing" in human consciousness. The ongoing task which now and future humans must set to is to integrate the "new sun", the new light which represents a new value. Ancient humans have always intuited that this was coming else they would not have drawn the images of strange creatures and stars and mandalas descending to earth discovered on cave walls, on petroglyphs, carved bones, etc.


In sum, what is coming is NEW CONSCIOUSNESS, NEW CULTURE variously expressed in unique world cultures. As this sea change occurs hard times are here and ahead but this is the ongoing stuff of material existence magnified by expansions of technology which bring the once remote (and unknown) "other" and threatening world into our homes with live footage of catastrophe and war. Allen Ginsberg's apocalyptic poem, HOWL, speaks to this tumultuous confusion and conflict when once were meaningful centers of civilization are no longer meaningful, when a culture's center cannot hold, "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn." In this new dawn that we are dragging ourselves in, of new values as yet to be fully kenned and formed much less integrated, we all are shaken by this dawn overload of unleashed, once-repressed instincts/information with less restrained access to the human body (insertive cameras penetrate our very intimate canals and cavities revealing meat mysteries rendered into functions no longer occupied by gods) and to the world body, its cultures unveiled , their religions, cosmologies digitally displayed on screens large and small enough for a hand to hold, for eyes to behold.

In the midst of collective disorientation Ginsberg's HOWL [here] offers us a powerful hint at what can center individuals and cultures in the midst of apocalyptic changes; he repeats over and over in refrain to various beloved persons, "I am with you...I am with you...I am with you..." In varying contexts of sure human suffering and insanity Ginsberg offers us the healing value and experience of utter human presence, of humans showing up in the midst of "the machinery of night [in] poverty and tatters hollow-eyed and high...smoking in the supernatural darkness [of] hydrogen jukeboxes" in heart-broken openness, presence-with, "in poor human prose" which are "starry spangled shocks of mercy," merciful presence in the dark and din as The End ensues, the Wheel turns and once again we begin, and begin, and begin, blinking in the light of a second sun.

********

From HOWL, Part One, by Allen Ginsberg:

Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland
where you're madder than I am
I'm with you in Rockland
where you must feel very strange
I'm with you in Rockland

where you imitate the shade of my mother
I'm with you in Rockland
where you've murdered your twelve secretaries
I'm with you in Rockland
where you laugh at this invisible humor
I'm with you in Rockland
where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I'm with you in Rockland
where your condition has become serious and
is reported on the radio
I'm with you in Rockland
where the faculties of the skull no longer admit
the worms of the senses
I'm with you in Rockland
where you drink the tea of the breasts of the
spinsters of Utica
I'm with you in Rockland
where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the
harpies of the Bronx

I'm with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you're
losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
I'm with you in Rockland
where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul
is innocent and immortal it should never die
ungodly in an armed madhouse
I'm with you in Rockland
where fifty more shocks will never return your
soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a
cross in the void
I'm with you in Rockland
where you accuse your doctors of insanity and
plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the
fascist national Golgotha
I'm with you in Rockland
where you will split the heavens of Long Island
and resurrect your living human Jesus from the
superhuman tomb
I'm with you in Rockland
where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com-
rades all together singing the final stanzas of
the Internationale
I'm with you in Rockland
where we hug and kiss the United States under
our bedsheets the United States that coughs all

night and won't let us sleep
I'm with you in Rockland
where we wake up electrified out of the coma
by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the
roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the
hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse
O skinny legions run outside O starry
spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is
here O victory forget your underwear we're free
I'm with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-
journey on the highway across America in tears
to the door of my cottage in the Western night.




Saturday, March 12, 2011

New Age Nonsense by Paul Edward Davies 3.24.2006 - [I, Warren Faclon, do not own copyright to this essay by Paul Davies]

[I have republished Paul Davies frank and clear account below as he expresses many of my arrived opinions of the New Age as a "recovering New Ager". To read Davies account on his blog click here.]

New Age Nonsense by Paul Edward Davies

In one of life’s nice little ironies, I seem now to be spending a lot of time dishing out advice that not so long ago – OK, a decade or so ago – I grandly ignored, thereby pushing my frail vessel onto the rocks of madness.


It’s the New Agers. Although I guess that, as charlatans and their gulls are as old as the hills, there is nothing particularly new about them. In particular, the way that one can get so easily stuck with exciting secondary effects of the spiritual path – the dazzling lights, the psychic side show – that we happily accept Fool’s Gold as if it were the real thing. And then, charging around on a “spiritual high” telling everyone else about it in a very excited fashion.

What happens, it seems, is we break out of our little minds and all the psychic stuff comes flooding in and, because it seems bigger and better and is laden with “spiritual” content, we can mistake it for the real thing. But any insight that might be there is invariably mixed up with all kinds of far-from-enlightened material stemming from unresolved conflicts in the unevolved parts of our psyches, the Shadow, primal myths and so on. And, at the centre of all this is good old small-mind Ego, who can get quite a kick out of all these weird and wonderful experiences.

The problem is that there is no authentic guidance. If I go to my local Zen or Tibetan Buddhist centre, I will be able to check out the lineage. Who’s running this show, who the teacher is, who taught him, who taught the teacher’s teacher and so on and so back. Often back to great masters such as Dogen or Jigmé Lingpa. Authentic lineage, authentic transmission offers some security to a would-be student. At the very least, the security of being in good spiritual company. At best, the confidence of joining a network with authentic spiritual masters.

But with the New Agers, there is little of this. Such guidance as there is comes from “discarnate” entities that are “channelled”. I don’t deny that truth can come through these visions and voices and channels (A Course in Miracles, for example). The problem is not the message, but the medium. There is no safeguard against muddle or malice. Unlike a living, flesh-and-blood teacher, a “discarnate” or “ascended” Master is experienced only within our Imagination. This means that even if he (or she or it) is an authentic spiritual entity, he still has to penetrate the Ego and its multiple strategies to keep the truth out.

“Interference” in the transmission is inevitable. And, at worst, the whole thing may be no more than a glorious ego trip. Because it is taking place within the Imagination, it is subject to Ego tricks and control. There is no Zen master with his stick to hit you or give a sharp (or gentle) word to correct you when you go off the track. These ones – the flesh and blood ones – you just can’t control. And they can be, from Ego’s point of view, horribly unpredictable and discomforting.

It’s a double trap, the New Age channelled masters thing. First, it is a lot easier because you don’t have the living teacher with his unpredictable tongue or stick. Second, because it is not-of-this-world, it seems to be more “spiritual”, coming from a higher plane (or “vibration” in New Age speak).

To be specific here. I recall hearing an authentic teacher, Sogyal Rinpoche, talking about a student of his who was suffering from anorexia and was convinced that he was telling her, via visions and dreams, not to eat. He told her face-to-face that she should ignore this stuff and that he was not telling her to starve herself. But she chose to believe the visions rather than the real teacher.

The problem is that, if we are not awake to this, the energy charge of a vision is so much stronger than something merely of this world. A discarnate master seems so much more “real” than a real, living one. So we give priority to what is merely a grandiose delusion.

Been there. Done that. And that’s why I take lithium!

In fact, the anorexic example is a good one. Because much of the New Age is body-hating. They are the dualistic heirs to gnostic ideas of the soul’s being imprisoned in matter. Spirit good, matter bad. They want to raise their vibrations to get out of a nasty, dirty, smelly, weak and sinful body. So get vibrating away and you may go “up” to be with ET and, if you are very lucky, JC himself!!

Actually, you just end up with Big E. The whole desire to go somewhere else – to higher realms, to purer levels of higher vibrations – this is not really a spiritual journey at all. Just the old Ego Trip in fancy dress.

The spiritual masters, east and west, have established procedures to testing the authenticity of voices, visions, channels and the like. St John of the Cross writes extensively about the need for a spiritual director to understand the “discernment of spirits”. And the warnings against getting distracted by voices and visions are almost as legion as the voices and visions themselves.

I write with some experience. I’ve had the visions and I’ve heard the voices. And I’ve written reams of “channelled” verbiage purporting to come from saints and angels. Frequent visitors to my hyperactive brain during this period of my life included Sophia (the archetypal goddess of Wisdom), King Solomon, the Archangel St. Michael and St. Francis of Assisi. There were some nuggets of wisdom there and pages and pages of drivel. Much of it, like many of the channelled books you can buy today, apocalyptic in tone and imagery with lots of stuff about final battles and all that. I could have edited it and published it as a New Age book – The Message of Sophia and Solomon, maybe. Fortunately – both for me and the world – I chose the wiser course of burning and binning the lot of it.

Because all this was happening at a time when my manic-depressive illness was enjoying one of its “up” periods. The channelled stuff was almost entirely written in a hyperactive state at four o’clock in the morning after only a few hours sleep. I was “hypomanic” for months and at times right on the border with psychosis. And, much as I would like to say that I was in some kind of rapturous, ecstatic state where the Divine was speaking through me, I have to accept that I was basically bonkers. The nuggets of wisdom that seemed so important and world-changing at the time were at best commonplace observations that had been put better many times before by people whose sanity could not be questioned.

So, this stuff can be dangerous. But beyond the risk of mental ill health, there are two other dangers that I see in the New Age Nonsense.

First, even if you don’t go mad, you get completely lost yourself as far as any spiritual or psychological development is concerned.. Second, your new-found beliefs and experiences start to cause harm to others. In the last few days, I ran into an example of each danger.

Example Nº 1. An artist who, in no more than a 20-minute conversation, divulged his mystical experiences with hallucinogenic herbs in the Amazon – standard altered-consciousness visions of exploding, expanding galaxies, otherworldly colours and sounds, sense of the immensity and unity of the cosmos, etc – along with past lives, crystals, chakras, channellings and so on and so on. A bit of theosophy here, Rosicrucianism there, plus some self-styled “gnosticism” thrown in with chunks of the real stuff from the East and mixed together with ample doses of New Age Narcissism. Oh, he talks with ETs too.

He was just revelling in the lights and excited about there being world upon world above ours, and beings – with whom he has communicated – who have many more dimensions than we do.

So he is trying to raise his vibrations. As they all do in the New Age. I said that I preferred to work on trying to bring other people’s vibrations down to my level. Which he didn’t entirely appreciate, but my humour isn’t to everyone’s taste. Just as well that I didn’t mention my idea to patent a New Age Vibrator™ - “insert in area of base chakra, switch on and watch your vibrations rise...”

His art – which seems to express a conflict between Light and Matter – is not bad at all. But he struck me as being lost, lost, lost in all this. But harmless as far as others are concerned.

Unlike, Example Nº 2. A woman who, when not trying to wash away her physical impurities by drinking her own piss, seems to think that any ancient form of medicine is in itself and its antiquity and Eastern-ness more valid than western medicine.

She is an advocate of the dangerous idea that illnesses of the body are caused by the mind or are even “karmic illnesses”. She believes, for instance, that some of the people with MS that she looks after as a nursing auxiliary have their illnesses because of abusing body/sexuality in a previous life. She presents this as being about where their energy in blocked (“energy” is a scientific word that, like “vibration”, the New Age loves to abuse). Message is: You abused your body then, so you can’t use your body now.

Not sure that you can do much with this “knowledge”. Well, you could tell your patients that they are suffering a nasty, terminal body-wasting disease because they abused their bodies in a previous existence. Or you could go around telling people not to abuse their bodies or they will come back with MS. Either of which gives “spirituality” a bad name.

But who benefits? Ah, that would be Mr/Ms Ego yet again. Getting off on having superior spiritual knowledge. And in all this, why single out an illness supposedly caused by sexual misconduct? Where is that coming from?

I’ll gave her a good Ken Wilber article on the subject, about the need to treat illness at each level (body, emotions, mind, spirit) in a way appropriate to that level. Yes there is a mind-matter link, but No it is nothing like what the New Agers say (you have cancer because of repressed anger, your are poor because of your “poverty mentality”, etc.)

Not sure she will buy it. Like a lot of well-meaning, seeking souls who have stumbled into the New Age, she prefers to waste time reading Alice Bailey’s channellings of “The Tibetan” talking in incoherent “esoteric” prose about hierarchies and correspondences – when there are plenty of real Tibetan masters around who can talk extremely coherently about real things.

But somehow a “channelled” teaching from an “ascended” master – an “adept of the second ray of love-wisdom” and “initiate of the 5th degree” in the case of Djwhal Khul (Bailey’s Tibetan) – is more convincing than a real, incarnate flesh-and-blood lama.

Watching Wim Wenders’ Wings of Desire again rather brought home a lot of this. I simply delighted in the sheer joy the angel (Bruno Ganz) finds when finally leaving his pure, eternal, painless monochrome existence for the messy, full-colour, passion-and-pain life of a human being, where coffee tastes good and it is wonderful to rub your hands together to keep out the cold.

Yeah. I’ll tell that the New Age crew – time to wake up and taste the coffee.