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Where do ethics enter into perspective when someone has been dealing exclusively with death entities, thriving on disease and disorder and ultimately death? I have been considering this and trying to figure the place of ethics in relationship to death, not as an occurrence exclusively but as a magical practice also.
I think in some ways knowledge and experience of death strips away ethics and morals, actual experience of near death can reveal pretty much all human systems of order to be nothing much more than illusions that people cling to to give them a sense of security in the real face of death. Pretty much empty in comparison to a stark natural reality that death is inevitable.
I have heard people exclaim that death makes you appreciate the life you have, but another way of relating to that experience and in many ways just as liberating is to give up entirely, no effort what so ever, only that which requires no effort becomes important, death becomes the stark reality that defines action and non action. A slow subtle relaxation into inevitability.
I get the impression that some people are not comfortable with this relationship to death mysteries, but it seems like a valid approach from my experience of them. Nothing to achieve nothing to obtain, no direction to go in, just the acceptance of a slowly rotting and decaying mind and body, giving up all attachment effort and clinging to any impermanent form what so ever.
An acceptance that none of it actually matters none of it has any value, that ethics, morals, systems of belief and human thought and construction in the end of the stark reality they face amount to nothing.
Care for the planet which also faces death the sun or the solar system, quite meaningless, nothing no part of it worth anything, tens of thousands of human and animal deaths over centuries all without purpose, fulfilling a perfectly natural function without any meaning or inherent value what so ever. Illusions stripped away until only the bones remain, a bare structure, a cyclic progression without any meaning.
We hide the stark facts of life behind moral façades and ethical illusions to protect ourselves from the inevitability of death and dying, create relative pretences of culture and context to hide the fear we carry, when facing that fear frees us from the very things our instincts for death and destruction demand liberation from.
Killing creating pain and disorder are as much a part of the human situation as there opposites why then do we choose to value that which inevitably leads us into the same dilemma, Death.
Being in love will kill me as equally as hating its inevitable why raise the value of law over crime, why is the ethical more suitable than the unethical? In a world stripped of value and meaning it really does not seem to matter.
Death is the final answer to all of my questions. All of my actions all of yours mean nothing in the face of death, no matter what values we cling to its all utterly meaningless.
Ethics become nothing more than a mind game to keep an inherent duality alive in the mind, right wrong, good bad. self judgement and the judgements of others to reinforce the value of things that actually have none what so ever.
The idea of human life or my life or yours having value is the first pretext used to create meaning, once that meaning is contrived into being anything that takes that point away is presented as the enemy.
Death is actually the liberator from all of this continued suffering and misery created by the false assumptions that value creates, clinging to these values creates more and more pain.
My answer to the question of magical ethics is to give up let go, relax and die. Living a natural life can be as effortless as dying. |
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