Sunday, July 17, 2011

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




"Genuine knowing begins when sentimentality no longer bars the way."

-Eugene Monick




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 identifies with that state but that, ecstasy aside, one must spend most of waking life cultivating Death awareness in the face of life. This is not mere morbidity nor existentialist fixity. This is also not a quaint technical theory to manipulate feeling states but is a preparation without sentimentality, 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 and codified for modernity by Castaneda to prepare spiritual warriors who would jump, come time for Death, into Light through the veils into Nagual or Infinity.



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evermind 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 the 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.



Sleep Walk

Piss shock hot
on sleeping knees,
the sudden tilted pail,
its wilted contents,
evidence enough to convict.

Slips into focus a memory
of crocus crazed upon a
matriarchal sill, the killing of
a cock, hacked, dimmed
eye sideways turned,
a dying sun behind a hill.

Red the axe clumsily wielded,
but a boy toying at men's work,
killing to eat, her forgiving skirt,
ankle deep, no longer riven to
morning, unable to witness the
last glorious color bleeding out
in less than insect hour.

Not a shout nor
outcry but this
that is,
that is
about dying.

Clear, this,
this image,
as is now clarity,
of piss, of pail,
splattering tile,
yellow, shining,
bug blear in
stinging flow

and O this,
this midnight stagger,
nothing hurt but trembling
hand shaking to dryness,
the other leaning into yellow,
all the miles it took to get here,
too near, too near, sticky wet,
warm, fearful, roaches and
shadows drawing too close to care

and the nervous clock will not stop

and I am sleepless
beside the night light weak at
her desk dipping ancestral quill
into India ink, a grandmother's
gift upon her quieter end but
equally glorious to the cock's,
her passing from crocus and blood
to this moment, present sparks
wet upon the cleaner page

and I am still at men's work
and I am miserable with failure
but for this goodly work of remembering

her stanching skirt,
her guiding hair, bright,
'Lead, o Kindly Light',

and moving toward the laundry.

Warren Falcon

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.