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Interesting, interesting.
I was baptised as a baby, but my folks were just steenking hypocrites, 'cos two more secular people you'd be hard pushed to find. They briefly encouraged my sister and I to attend a CofE Sunday school, for, ooh, two whole weeks, but when we showed little interest, largely mirroring their own, they just dropped the whole affair. I guess I prayed some when I was really wee, but stopped believing in god probably even before by early teens...By the time music and drugs became major factors in my mid-teens, I was a committed atheist.
Some rather hairy happenstance with pharmaceuticals in the late 80's early 90's, throughout which I imbibed far more than I should, and failed to heed the warnings of my increasingly frazzled brain, I had what I consider to be some fantastically hideous freakouts, which I subsequently look upon as the most spectacularly useful event in my adolescence...I lost the plot quite severely for a while, though wasn't hospitalized, or noticeably fucked up to strangers, even...however, frequent travel down Bad Acid Alley, in retrospect, did wonders for my view of the mutable nature of mind....and the chronic introspection throughout this time, coupled with an insatiable appetite for RAW, Phil Dick, Terence Mckenna, Castenada, Jung, and traditional psychology and philosophy in general, killed any last traces of a desire to cling on to anything much in the way of dogma or ideology.
Am I still an atheist? Since the term means 'without God', yes I absolutely am, but prefer the Wilson term 'model agnostic'...i.e a sense that all descriptions of the Universe are just that - descriptions, and useful only according to context. Adult and more sensible-bound forays into mushrooms and ayahuasca with a group of crazy ayahuasceros from Brazil (regular dame's still going on, though i haven't been for ages) have supported my feeling that the brain is spectacularly adept at creating an infinite variety of models and metaphors for explaining sensory expereince, and to literally believe them is absolutely batshit crazy. So, I can happily state that after ingesting Mexican psilocybin my nervous system was hijacked by an entity which rode around in my body and CNS, symbiotically enjoying the opportunity to strut around and talk and eat and drink and have a whale of a time, cos some of those thoughts were not 'mine'...very alien...but I wouldn't say it was 'true', or expect anyone else to hear it and do anything but look and me sideways and edge away. It made perfect sense at the time, and I really felt no need to go any further with it at all. That's what happened. It's the best explanation I have for the experience, which was fantastic. I love the game of 'explaining it all' when the peak has subsided, as I feel it gives great insight into the nature of ordinary consciousness, and noting it and refusing to take part is something that can be carried from the experience for weeks afterwards. Living in the moment,if you like, rather than maintaining a constant interior babble of labelling and description and proselytising bullshit.
Ayahuasca is a marvellous mirror, and involves chants and songs and dancing in a group, from my limited experience of it...no other way to do it, since the guys that get hold of it insist on participation in the dame (dah-may)...it is, for me, a fantastic tool for stripping out bullshit and bringing the conscious attention of the mind to all the baggage that may well have been horribly suppressed or ignored...it seems to reveal a path of action which feels absolutely 'right' regarding relationships with others, stuff that needs to be dealt with which may have been long forgotten, and does it a gentle and beautiful way. Entities galore, but no God, ever. I've looked, but there always seems to be a large committee, no Big Boss.
Some of my family are deeply religious, on my partners side. Church of Yahweh, which is scarily cult-like, or has been co-opted by some scary cult figures at least. We have great discussions about all this stuff, and it fascinates me to see such incredible dedication to someone elses models and metaphors...such dedicated literalism...try discussing religion with someone who laughs when you mention the Dinosaurs, and shakes their head with disbelief that you could entertain such crazy notions...then comes round eventually to the conclusion that Noah didn't manage to save every species on the Ark, and that's what the Dinosaurs were. Certainly does wonders for my passionate lack of conviction. On the other hand, they are genuinely kind and lovely people, if a little aloof sometimes. I suspect they would be lovely anyway, religious convictions apart, but the aloofness is a direct result of their privileged 'saved' status. Heck, we can all be aloof, though, I was pulled on it by Flyboy in the Does Religion Help Us thread, for being dismissive, so there you go...
I find, as the Discordians like to say, that convictions create convicts, and certainty generally entails cessation of mental activity, followed soon after by a desire to hurt people. It seems to me that the inner emptiness of the modern human condition tends to lead one of two ways, either towards firm belief in something in or other, or towards zealous doubt about everything. I'm of the latter school of thought, in case anyone missed it. |
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