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cultures since the dawn of time have constructed false realities and associated ceremonies to make sense of their place in the world.
Including this one, of course. Western rationalist scientific determinism is no more nor less of a 'false' reality cult than any other, historically or culturally, and the fact that it is the consensus shared by you does not make it any other way.
Science is a very (very) useful way of looking at the Universe with a specific agenda or desire for outcome as the intention. The italicised caveat is essential, and applies to every replacement of the word 'science' with any other discipline, be it magic, poetry, art or music (though that would be listening not looking :-)) or whatever takes your fancy. It is your fancy that is important.
Example - not a perfect one, but pretty good. Look at the room you are in. Do a quick sketch of it. A draughtsmans sketch. As quick as you like.
This is your subjective, draughtsmans Way of Looking at The Room. It is entirely 'correct' and makes 'perfect sense', yes?
Now, for the sake of this argument, lets say (it may even be true) that this room holds a lot of memories for you. So now, either do, or imagine, a painting of the room intended to convey the overall emotive connection you have within your memory-nervous system array and The Room. A painting of your feelings about the space.
This is (one of) your subjective, artistic Way(s) of Looking at The Room. It is entirely 'correct' and makes 'perfect sense', yes?
Now whip up an architects blueprint of the room. You know the form. This, if you like, is the scientific-rationalist Way of Looking at The Room. It is entirely 'correct' and makes 'perfect sense', yes?
Now take a photograph of the room. Now suspend yourself from the ceiling and sketch the room again. Now write a song about the room. Warrah warrah fishpaste.
To argue that the architectural view is the 'real' one is clearly codfish, though it is mathematically precise and would enable a qualified builder to recreate the rooms structural manifestation exactly. But it won't help you try to make your way across it, right now, in the dark, without barking your shins on the coffee table. Nor can it tell you anything about the beauty or aesthetic of the interior design, nor about what the room means. It is a Way of Looking at the room which serves a particular purpose. If you elevate it above any other Way of Looking as 'more real' you are succumbing to a form of Idolatry and dogmatism that is the calling card of that most despised of scientific-determinism, the fundamentalist. Strange, eh? It can be corroborated by others, sure...is that your gauge of 'reality'?
You should read 'Straw Dogs' by John Gray. (sorry, can't be arsed to do the Amazon.com link-up...you can do it!) It's a fascinating exposition on the self delusion of scientific - materialist- deterministic- humanism believing itself to be anything but a warty outgrowth of the most basic Christian belief in the superiority of man and progressive trajectory of history toward some kind of Utopia, nee Heaven...all through the obedient worship of the God of Science. It points out that Darwinism, far from threatening the Church as was supposed (though not by Darwin, ironically, who was a man of faith) has actually come to supercede Intelligent Design as proof of mans superiority on the planet ('Chosen' stature)...Ironical or what? Good, intersting book.
The 'cultures since the dawn of time' you are so quick to disparage as 'hav[ing] constructed false realities' did not share this Christian (now Humanist) view of history - redemption and progress - but, correctly in my view, saw history as a series of endless cycles, going absolutely nowhere in absolutely no kind of hurry, and with total disregard for the safety or wellbeing of man. They therefore did a fairly good job of not Completely Fucking the Place Up because, y'know, we're special and God won't mind. When in symbiosis with a giant organism (uh, the Earth) it's important not to become a cancerous or virulent invader to the host...Gaia theory...etc., never mind 'Save the Planet'...the planet is, and will be, fine. We need to save ourselves. I personally do not share George Bush's confidence that Science holds the answers there. The problem is unlikely, IMO, to contain the (entire) solution, though no doubt it will have a part to play.
I digress. So anyway, Ways of Looking. You seem, though perhaps I am mistaken, to be of the opinion that outside of yours, mine, Stephen Hawking's or Walt Whitman's or Whoever Else's Ways of Looking, there is an Ultimate Way, which is Right and True, and once Science has 'discovered' it, that'll be that and we can do away with all the other ways...or something like that, I don't know. What will we do with all the other Ways? I don't share that opinion, if that is your opinion.
Try this one : you drink an entheogenic (psychedelic, psychotomimetic, hallucinogenic - not just Ways of looking, Ways of Describing which influence Ways of Looking - isn't it great?) sacrament which science would explain chemically and describe the neuro-chemical effects within the blood and brain of said sacrament intersecting with a human organism. That is a Way of Looking at that process. Great. Substitute imbibing of sacrament with ritual chanting, drumming, invocation, whatever floats your magic boat.
Meanwhile, the subject who has imbibed the sacrament, peformed the ritual, beat the drum, invoced the pantheon, finds themselves in a sensory-perceptual world within, behind and all around the ordinary world of the five senses, which is populated to the brim with alien, apparently independently autonomous agents/entities, which interact, forge relationships, reveal information and have agendas with regard to the manifest world they are so interested in...
Now, faced with this, you can rush of to the scientific establishment, and they will absolutely say you are delusional, hallucinating, making it up, a charlatan, or simply ignore you completely as some wacko nutball. It just isn't Science, you see. It's in your mind, and rather amusingly, science, the product of a highly evolved consciousness, cannot explain...Consciousness! That which we are using to discover the Secrets of the Universe is the biggest Mystery within it. Can you use a tool to work on itself? Can you shine a torch to find it? Reach for own hands? It's atoughy. So...bugger off! That's Not Science!
But this will not change your need to understand what the fuck is happening. When you do this, this happens. Weird. What's it all about? What the fuck do you mean 'I'm imagining it?', 'It isn't real?'...I just fucking saw it! Talked to it! Got a cuddle from it! It was an angel, I tells ya, an angel! a Reptile insectoid alien! An adversarial demon! Don't lay that scientific rational crap on me now, I need some support!
Well, that's the point at which I personally became really interested in magic, cause, well, people have been doing this shit since the dawn of the species, and much of it has been worked out...channeled, written, recorded. It's esoteric, occult - meaning 'hidden' - precisely because most people do not care for it at all...Good for them. I don't really do nor watch much sport, which many people absoltely go crazy for...different strokes for different folks, horses for courses, warrah WARRAH!
At that point, engaging with it becomes essential because it is powerful and it works...so as stupid and silly as it may seem to the rationalist part of the memory-mind, accepting the Way of Looking, for example, that there is an Angelic host who occupy positions within a Celestial Court at the behest of the source of all this Isness, this KaPOW! Here it IS! this underlying condition of being - this Supreme Being, if you please - IHVH, Dao, I Am that I Am, Allah, Atman, Jehovah Elohim, whatever...becomes not only a viable and interesting Way of looking, but essential for understanding the workings and benefits and pitfalls of the new memory-mind you are creating by engaging with such powers.
If you like, think of them as energies, patterns within the dance of the quantum flux of all this hadron, quark, strangeness and charm which, due to the nature of your brain-as-a-receiver, tend to become personified, anthropomorphised and attributed qualities you are able to relate to. If you think that will help.
Me, I can dig being enfolded in the energetic appendages of one of those. Sweet. A pattern in the quantum flux that wants me to be safe and well. How inscrutable.
But I prefer being held in the wings of St. Tzadqiel and St. Michael 'cos I'm singing their songs and they are my protetora. It just, y'know, makes me feel a whole lot better. And I know what it means. It's available, and it works. |
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