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Where Is The Cork, and Who's Got The Screw?

 
 
XXII:X:II = XXX
18:55 / 25.08.02
So it's like this:

There are a great many things I want to do with my life. Some might argue that I'm hoping to accomplish several lifetimes' work in the space of one, and I haven't made much progress in this one. I want to be a writer. I want to be an artist. And there's a lot more, as my "Give As Good As You Get" thread might suggest, but let's just focus on these two alone for the time being, because there is an unholy fuckload that comes with those aspirations. Between those two functions, there are absolutely scores of projects I wish to undertake. Without seeming too vain but not feigning modesty, I am certain that there is great value to what I have to contribute to the world. I am a great believer in the power of a single individual, not just one individual but ALL individuals. But right now we're just talking about me, though I'm sure this applies to many others.

Okay, you say, I've heard this routine from many an artistic type before. Why's Baptiste bringing up this rot in the magick section?

Just this: Because I am so certain of my contributions' importance, I consider them incredible unrealized magick. And I think it's real bad mojo that prevents me from allowing them out. I won't get into specifics, but certain forces in my life hammered my ability to view my place in life's tapestry into near blindness, in fact using that once visibly great power against me to cripple me into a very mundane person with nothing to show for his supposed talents. Of course, you can phrase those events in other terms, but for the sake of this discussion this is how I've chosen to phrase it.

Thus, I'm seeking that trigger that will pull the little Dutch boy's finger out of my dike (um... no comment) and let the waters of my destiny begin to come through in a controlled stream before the pressure causes a disastrous explosion (and believe me, I've looked over that edge and I do not want to look again). Be it a sigil or a ritual or something, I need to start letting these things out of my interior world into actualization in the "real" world so they can do the work they are meant to do. Has anyone else ever been in this place, and can they suggest what it is I need to do to embrace my fate?

VJB2
 
 
Warewullf
19:42 / 25.08.02
Well, you could try a ritual to contact your muse? Maybe something to call her attention to you and to strengthen your bond.

Or perhaps you could do a ritual involving Ganesh, the remover of obstacles. You say that there is something preventing you from achieving your full potential, perhaps Ganesh can help you identify what this is and aid in removing it.

Now, I have to say that I haven't tried either of these rituals and if you want to try them I suggest some research into the nature of the muses (tailor the ritual to the particular muse you want) and Ganesh.
 
 
Tuna Ghost: Pratt knot hero
19:46 / 25.08.02
Sound advice from Warewulf. Also, you may want to try studying Zen. As much as anyone can study it, anyway. I think you may be getting in your own way, and Zen can help you past that.
 
 
XXII:X:II = XXX
01:08 / 26.08.02
Oh, no question that it's me getting in my own damn way. Ultimately, I've got to take responsibility for my own actions or inactions, which much of the last year has been about for me. And lest you think I'm relying upon magick as this big fix-all, this is while I'm pursuing some expensive but extremely valuable psychotherapy, including a regimin of 300 mg of Wellbutrin daily. I'm just covering all my bases, trying to figure out what's going to solve this Rubix cube in my skull, opening the door in the side of the puzzle box and letting all the terribly wonderful things I have in there out into actualization. I describe it poetically, but really, the form it will probably take will be just one word burning bright in my brain:

NOW.
 
 
Boy in a Suitcase
08:11 / 26.08.02
Vladimir,

I know pretty much exactly what you mean. EXACTLY. I've spent most of my life in a bind where what I most want to do is what would, psychologically, lead to my own undoing and failure as a human being–even something as simple as writing.

Like I jotted down recently: "Self = A Chinese finger trap designed to keep you away from doing the thing you most need to do. Society = A Chinese finger trap designed to keep you away from doing the thing you most need to do."

My own struggle is ongoing, but the way I've been getting around it is sheer discipline. There is no one-off magick spell that can unleash the floodwaters. In my own case, I spent eight months doing Liber MMM practice and keeping voluminous notes mapping out my own deep psyche and the contradictions it runs on.

Other than meditation, I recommend setting a schedule of a few hours every day, unbreakable schedule, of writing or painting. Every day, even if you sit at the keyboard or easel like Joseph Conrad and just cry for the whole two hours. Until it works. No other advice, sorry.
 
 
Little Mother
09:29 / 26.08.02
Perhaps you could take a little break from trying to make things happen, sometimes we trip oursleves up by tring so hard to get stuff done that we end up doing nothing. So it mightbe worth after an unblocking ritual, I'd go with invoking the element water, perhaps the gods of local seas or rivers (going forem your dyke analogy), take a week or so of from worrying about it if you can and just trust in things working themselves out. Even if worst case scenario you don't get much done in that week you'll have more energy when you start back. Good luck
 
 
Sebastian
12:15 / 26.08.02
I would suggest you install in your mind what I call an obsessive thought shunt. Its simple to do, but simplicity is rarely coupled to easiness.

First focus in one single endeavor (yeah, big secret revealed). You say you want to be a writer and an artist, so I take there is some story lurking in your mind that wishes to get into paper. Simply sit down and start it, or go take a walk, or make the research you need, or turn on the TV, or go to Barbelith.

Second, that's where the shunt comes in. If you have already secured food and a living place for yourself, then the third and only thing you have to do is write the story, and everything is somehow linked to it, from memories, thoughts, phone calls, other things you want ot do, Barbelith, whatever. It either nurtures it or not. Check how much you read from Barbelith that actually nurture it or not. Every time you find yourself out of this track and thinking about doing other stories and things, you consciously shunt yourself back to "The" story and check how, if the case is, whatever got you out of it fits into the story or at least nurtures it. If it doesn't, no problem. Just think, shit, I am shunting back to the story, sorry, other time maybe, get outta Barbelith, switch off the TV, get back home. This might be the word in your brain: "shunt back".

You mention you want to "open the door in the side of the puzzle box and letting all the terribly wonderful things I have in there out into actualization.". It is prescisely by shunting back to a single thing, which is in a way closing the door to all the others, that a dramatic pressure and intensity of awareness is created. Such intensity gets to dance right out there in front of your eyes, as ideas, desires hopes and expectations are backsided in favor of a single story. They will scream to somehow get there, as long as you continue to shunt back. By the way, don't get sick, remind yourself what you are doing: you are not killing other projects, ideals, hopes, expectations. You are shunting back from them and their own backsided obsessiveness is nurturing other, heating it up by the very friction they make.

Be aware that at some point you will have to shunt back from things out there, and this somewhat distinguishes the obsessiveness at work because someone will ask you "are you mad at me?". Keep cool, you are switching on the obsessiveness, so politely say you have other things to toy in your mind for the moment.

Do it playfully, the idea is you get to ride on those screams and that pressure. You have to be sort of a mediator of "what" gets and what doesn't "get" into nurturing the story. Sorry if many of you don't, but I already have food and home, and also check how this obsessiveness is actually opening doors and perceptions that feedback into this story. By the way, I've always believed successful writers and artists have this obsessive thought shunt already self installed, with a better or worse degree of control. Hang with some if you can, or better read any biography or correspondence and you'll see how they kept shunting back to what they had in hands at the moment, without forgeting to eat. If you do read a biography, shunt back from it and check what fits into the story or somehow facilitates it. Do a lot of research.

Shunt back.
 
 
Chaos is relative
16:53 / 26.08.02
This is some real sound advise thus far. I am in the same boat as Vlad only music is my gig. It seems as though concentrating on magick tends to dam up my musically creative waters. This could simply be an excuse. Has anyone else noted similar results?

If you can hold the work in the forefront of your mind relating every life experience to it in metaphor, you may find new inspiration. Best Wishes.
 
 
Tuna Ghost: Pratt knot hero
19:07 / 26.08.02
It seems as though concentrating on magick tends to dam up my musically creative waters. This could simply be an excuse. Has anyone else noted similar results?

I've had a pretty extensive formal education in music, and for a while, music was filed mostly in the left half of my brain. Studying the occult actually helped me get the balance right, and now I can use my whole mind in regards to music. But from what most people tell me, I went about things completely backwards, so who knows.

Oh, no question that it's me getting in my own damn way.

That can be easily helped. I suggest meditation of some kind, whether it be za-zen or some kind of yoga or just mowing lawns (a very good method of meditating, I promise). This will prove very helpful in almost any activity you choose to apply yourself to, because it will help you apply yourself completely. Nothing held back.

I suggested the study of Zen, but the nature of Zen is such that it really can't be studied, so let me re-phrase my earlier comment on it: Read some literature on Zen, such as Alan Watts The Way of Zen, or some Suzuki essays. Keep the descriptions of Zen and it's "nature" in your head for a while and meditate until they start making sense. That's really the only way to go about it, I suppose. Don't think about the stuff, don't try to understand it, just keep it around so when your mind finally empties itself it can go about it's buisness comtemplating shit or whatever. That's when it'll finally start making sense.
 
 
Perfect Tommy
03:04 / 27.08.02
Like the Boy, I am/was in a remarkably similar predicament (and it's nice to hear that it's "normal").

There are a couple principles and practices that seem to be helping me so far:

The Butterfly Effect (Revised): Small actions, leveraged results. Do one tiny, insignificant thing. Given that you've done that, you may as well do some other pretty insignificant thing. Chase the snowball down the mountain.

(The personal example: I shaved my head to mark my birthday. I decided I may as well treat that as a sort of rebirth ritual, so I tried to quit smoking. I figured if I was going to quit smoking, I may as well quit caffeine at the same time. I've quit those so I may as well eat right. I'm eating right so I may as well exercise. I'm doing 20-mile bike rides so I may as well take some math classes. I'm going after a math degree so I may as well move out of my home state.)

Frequent, Obsessive Journaling: Journaling, for me, has served dual purposes: I'm getting my writing muscles toned, and I'm mapping my psyche and goals, putting down in ink what it is I really want to do. I've been making clusters--a central key word, with branches to other key words with little illustrations, as nested as I require--of what I'd like to accomplish. Being able to look at it on paper shows me that there are certain things that I want to be doing right now, other things that can be put off for a few years if necessary, others which can simmer at a couple-hours-per-month level. Magic bonus: Put your dreams into the journal--then you can mine them for both psychological AND magical insight.

A neat unexpected outcome of my journal-keeping is that I'm now afraid of disappearing up my own intellectual arse. Rather than ceasing the journaling, I'm working to make my entries more interesting, which is helping my prose (higher proportion of description to reflection), and helping me to get closer to the root of some of my quirks (because I'm less satisfied with an easy intellectual rationalization).

What, this is the magick forum?

I'm trying to think up some good magic stuff, but except for regular meditation practice (which I've been slacking on), nothing is leaping to mind without knowing any of your specifics. All I have to offer is the psychological mumbo jumbo above. I guess in a way the Revised Butterfly Effect is something of a sleight of mind trick...
 
 
Perfect Tommy
03:08 / 27.08.02
PS - Does any of that help? My own inertia and depression has been so bad over the past year or two (see also, oh, most of my previous posts), and the feeling of shedding it is so amazing, that I really want to throw as many potential solutions as I can to as many people as possible.
 
 
The Falcon
03:33 / 27.08.02
Hey, Vlad. I know exactly how you feel.

Want to be a writer/won't write anything. At all (apart from this stuff, which is actually a start, since I finished university.)

I'll be following this thread with interest.
 
 
Tamayyurt
04:51 / 27.08.02
You were me about two years ago (Damn, has it been that long?) magick and traveling have helped immensely. And yeah, do the rituals and the sigils and the meditation and all that, but the books and the art aren't going to create themselves. You're the one that's in charge of creation and since you've so much to contribute to humanity I suggest you get to work. Now.

PS. I like sebastion's shunt method. I'm going to steal it.
 
 
Perfect Tommy
05:25 / 27.08.02
I like the shunt too.

There's something else that came to me. I wouldn't be surprised if most of us in the Unrealized Potential Club are perfectionists of one sort or another--I know I am. So maybe if fear of screwing up an idea is preventing you from going through with it, try screwing it up on purpose. Make it as piss-poor as possible. Then see how you feel, having made a crappy piece of art. Presumably you'll notice that, not only has the sky not fallen, you still have more paper to try again--the idea's still there, unscrew-uppable.
 
 
Sebastian
13:07 / 27.08.02
Tommy, you call that the butterfly effect? Man, that's the human trans-storming event. Oh, actually the butterfly was supposed to create a storm, didn't it? I am motivated by your note on self-journalism in which indulge irregularly from years to years. You are right. For me its just as you put it. Maybe its time for me to pick a new one.

About the unrealised potential club, I was thinking if you stay there in the club eventually you become sort of a distinguished member. I've met many of these, and believe me you wouldn't like to earn your gold membership card here.

Wasn't it William Burroughs who said that writing is a dangerous thing? For a writer, writing is the toughest thing to do, and continue to do it the next. But that's just Bill's impression.

I wanted to be a film director, a musician, an actor, a reviewer, a theorist, a writer (who in humanity doesn't write a shitty piece of paper and thinks thats it?). I thought I was in romance with art. Now I think I was sort of prostituted.

You know, its not just that you shunt back from whatever distracts or does not nurtures your goal, I think its the attitude through which you shunt yourself back. They will come to you, moaning and crying, when you are just about to actually do something consistently, "hey, remember how much you wanted to write a script? and all those wonderful ideas that would fascinate any producer? don't write a line of that shit, pay attention to me, pleeeease, and don't forget those movies you wanted to see so badly, and those reviews you wanted to read, oh common, pleeease, read us, and don't forget to buy those tickets for the theater...". Yes, oh yes. Those shitty egotistical megalomaniac prostituted selves, all convinced they are Richard Wagner's and David Bowie's hybridised clones. Just shunt away from them, politely and decisively.

Whatever you are doing consistently and obsessively is worthwhile. And no matter how much the others moan, they will be fine, I promess. In fact, you will still be able to hear them any time you want.
 
 
paw
21:01 / 27.08.02
Vlad i think all of us have this problem. i think Joseph Heller of 'Catch 22' fame once said writers are the laziest people in the world. so this is it. writers write. You've mentioned before in your posts RAW and i think he recognises the book i recommend as very useful although i haven't used it. it called:

'Undoing Yourself With Energised Meditation' by Christopher S Hyatt.

it's can be bought through amazon. hope that helps
 
 
Sebastian
02:44 / 28.08.02
Sean..., I've been awfully curious about that book for decades... How is everybody recommending it everywhere? What's in it, shortly?

An ex-prostitute.
 
 
The Falcon
15:41 / 28.08.02
"Presumably you'll notice that, not only has the sky not fallen, you still have more paper to try again. "

Ha! LOL - as they (wanks) say. I'm such a prick never to have thought that - good advice.
 
 
Tuna Ghost: Pratt knot hero
18:47 / 28.08.02
What's all this "I want/ed to be a writer, doctor, artist, rubber badger inflater, or a mystery man x"? Goddamit, I am all these things and more and so are you. I've never written a novel, performed surgery, sold a peice of art, or inlated a rubber badger, so I may not be a good writer, doctor, artist or weirdo, but I am these things. All I need to be great at these things is practice.
 
 
paw
17:38 / 05.09.02
just decided to listen to some of my own advice and have purchased the book by Hyatt i recommended. looks very interesting. will get back to you all on my progress.
 
 
XXII:X:II = XXX
02:27 / 06.09.02
I'm sorry that I've not been more participatory in this thread, but I find all of your suggestions fascinating and your empathy is appreciated. I've just been content to sit back and read as this all unfolds, but then, that's half my problem right there. I've long suspected that my not working on my pet projects should cause me great discomfort, to the extent that the only way I can alleviate that discomfort is to work on them as much as I can. However, I am also of a somewhat depressive nature, so discomfort has the passive effect on me, which is that it saps me of my will, scares the shit out of me and makes me inert. I need to repolarize my nature so that instead discomfort pisses me off, to the extent that I then act to correct that discomfort, be it in my own creative endeavours or as I observe them in the world around me.

Listen. Listen to me. I know I have important work to be done in this lifetime, and this fragile little man I've been up until now is ill-equipped to tackle that work except for the skills he possesses. Baptiste is more than my fictionsuit; he must be me. He finishes screenplays before power lunches with media reps in whose eyes he spits and they love him for it, then in the afternoon he draws 5 more pages in his critically-acclaimed self-published graphic novel. He then naps for a couple hours, showers, dresses, smokes a joint, then attends his gallery opening which is of course televised, so he uses the opportunity to continue to educate as many as will listen about how special each of them are and what special people deserve. When corporate-paid assassins in the crowd draw a bead on him, he throws knives into their eyes, touches another on a pressure point that instantly drops him, and for emphasis guts the last with a sword he produces from the folds of his long white nehru jacket. The police make a lot of noise but ultimately never press charges. He takes home a beautiful girl or boy or both in multiples and introduces them to pleasures they've never experienced, leaving their exhausted, glistening shells asleep in his bed. He waits until he's aboard the Concorde bound for Amsterdam before he dares close his prismatic eyes again.

I need to be this man. I am trading this model in for the sleek, sporty one with a solar battery hybrid with a backup gas tank. I haven't the first clue where to start. Perhaps that's the hint right there: I need surety of what needs to be done. When finished, the Baptiste fictionsuit should be indistinguishable as such from anyone else's default, but utterly different from anything else.

I know my magick is not yet strong enough; hell, it's hardly even there yet. What I need now is the path. My art must be my life. My life must be my art. My life must be Baptiste.
 
 
Sebastian
11:24 / 06.09.02
Oh, yes, I see...

Have you read Ada or Ardour? The pacing and the emphasis above made me remember some passages of it.
 
 
XXII:X:II = XXX
12:13 / 06.09.02
Afraid I'm not familiar with them. PM me some of their bibliographies. But what you read is the undistilled me, that is to say, everything that has contributed to how I write now, which is a damn long list.
 
 
XXII:X:II = XXX
19:43 / 07.09.02
Maybe a lot of you have already had this thought flash through their minds as I've been yammering here, but it could just be that Baptiste is my Tyler Durden. And I come to this opinion later than most, because I only just saw Fight Club for the first time last night. Yes, I know, what the fuck was the matter with me before that I never got around to seeing it. But the point is, Baptiste is this thing that I see out of the corner of my eye and flashed in between frames; soon enough I'll finally meet him, he'll destroy my world, and then build me a new one in his image.

BTW, I just changed today the headline of a personal I've got online from "We come for your daughter, Chuck" to "Marla, you met me at a very strange time in my life."
 
 
Sebastian
23:09 / 07.09.02
Baptiste wrote: it could just be that Baptiste is my Tyler Durden.

Well, in quite a sense, he is. But you can do something more healthy and constructive that what happens in the movie, which is a nice portrayal of a schizo-splitted personality. As GM intended to do with King Mob, you can go through a progressive "gestalting" between your current self and your Baptiste-self. As a matter of fact, the combined product of both, which is not exactly the mathematical sum, will be more interesting and appealing to the whole world -okay, to all of us here, and to your immediate acquaintances for sure- than both of you splitted as you currently seem to be.

You "can" become entirely Baptiste in the split of a second, but if such a thing comes to happen the regrettable fact will come to be that "you" won't be there and, if you come back, it wil be to find yourself in a Concorde to Amsterdam with no single memory about how your dashing fellow got you there. And of course, Baptiste would have used your credit card and name.

That's why its better to go through a period of, lets say, "crisis", where each of you both die a little in order to "fit" in the consensual spacetime, one enticed by the promise of more adventure, control and creativity, and the other of becoming more "real" to everyone, and even to himself.

Down to Magick now, when Grant Morrison was about to die in the hospital of sepsis, he made a deal with the scorpion voodo loas and the staphylococcus "spirit" that had infected him, exchanging his life and health by assuring the astral-bug chaps that he would put them in the comic book he was writing, so to make them more real, better known to people, and to give them a context. Of course, Baptiste is probably already quite happy and enthusiast by having us all read and discuss about him, and also about you having used his name as avatar for a while.

And you have with him more things in common, and also more stuff to bargain with, than GM had with the scorpion gods.
 
 
The Falcon
16:39 / 08.09.02
With the above in mind, I'm creating a persona called 'sex-artist'.

Baptiste - the above was good. Funny as fuck.
 
  
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