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|Saturday, January 11, 2003|| |
|Another nice tidbit sent from my beloved Glastonbury neighbour/ comrade Palden Jenkins. I've heard this one below, but with a slightly different bent about what is 'hell' and what is 'heaven'... |
God put the angels and the devils to a test. He set up a huge banquet hall with a wonderful feast. First He invited the devils to the feast. They were delighted until they found out that they couldn't bend their arms at the elbows! How were they to eat all the delicious food when their hands wouldn't go to their mouths? They tried eating off the plate, which was messy and undignified. They tried throwing the food in the air and catching it in their mouths. Nothing worked very well. After 15 minutes of this mayhem, God told them that time was up. They trooped out cursing Him.
... Hmmm... Sometimes in our journey is about how we approach the situation we find ourselves in. I remember a quote I learnt in junior high, 'When Life hands you lemons.... make lemonade!" The motif of the lemonade stand is probably a favourite amoungst my generation --- the charm of creating an event out of what you find in your own backyard, your own Kansas... and harvesting it's fruits.
Next, He invited the angels into the hall. A fresh feast was laid out,and the same thing happened - they couldn't bend their arms at the elbows. The angels all looked at each other and burst out laughing. "What a great game!" they said as they fed each other.
Right now my family is living on some friends' land up in the High Mohave Desert, near Joshua Tree. We're in a trailer out in the middle of a picturesque canyon with no visible neighbours in sight.... and, learning about solar power and living a simpler life for six temporary months. A strange sabbatical from the English countryside! On some days, because of the learning curve and the many demands of our worldly life... if the main power zaps out after one light being on for a half an hour, we can decide we're inadequate for not understanding our electrical systems by ourselves and without having to call upon the help of our friends. We are the devils in despair. Yet, the next night, we can be resourceful, and play a game of cards by candlelight. With this simple idea, at that moment we have 'lightened up' and just enjoyed the Now....
Yet yet yet, still yet... how can we celebrate the lightness without the journey through the many tunnels of psyche? How can we 'be there' without going somewhere else first, to get there? This has been a constant source of musing for me... if we were only angels in heaven... how could we know it? The Gnostic Jung mapped the idea that from the realm of the undifferentiated, we must distinguish ourselves. On the road map through time and space, there must be points to define where one has been and where one is going. A concept of goodness can only be experienced not as an idea but as a coming into beingness... an alignment or emergence from mind, heart and spirit... and of course, our physiology. I call these 'pops'... I pop out and remember... only, again to continue this mad hatter party and forget again tomorrow.
All, for this continuous dream of the awakening...
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|Saturday, December 28, 2002|| |
|Finally finished viewing 'Waking Life' (after a week off up North for Holiday Stuff)... the idea that time is our saying 'No' to a Universe/ God Idea... that wants us, is waiting for us, to say 'Yes' to embrace the One Moment, of Now, the Eternal Moment. Of course we get that from all corners, philosophically, theologically, spiritual New Age and Psychedelic Guru jargons... but indeed is it that simple? Are we all waiting in Life's Waiting Room, indeed that we are NOT YET ALIVE? This is possible. I have always mused about this one Point, as I wrote on Sunday. There is this one Great Point, that I return to the edges of again and again. It is the 'Voice' that us writers touch upon. Great artisans are able to covet the corners and edges of that eternal Familiar, that Eternal Return... again and again we begin to awake and forget to remember... all in this eternal dream of the awakening. I remember the points in this life's time and space, dot to dot around the points trying trying trying to get back and forth to that final place, that point of redemption. Then of course there were crazy moments in the meditation years, where again, one imagines that you are There. But could we possibly ever Be There in these bodies? Could all the puzzle pieces only fit together to our demise, of being made whole when indeed only as the fragments of the broken light shadows, can we reflect back and look upon ourselves and make a reference point?
Here is an educational site about Nietzsche's Treatise... and I agreed with it's ideas about Nietzsche's problem on metaphysical rhetoric:
"In addition, this discussion of the mechanics of the Eternal Return begs the question: The why of the Eternal Return. What does it accomplish? Even, what does it will? At some point we must ask ourselves what implications this patently metaphysical theory has with the otherwise material nature of Nietzsche's philosophy.
Further, I found an astrologer who actually looks at Nietzsche's chart as a symbol of our current collective psyche's dilemna--indeed, that which Nietzsche embodied:
"We can quickly see that the Eternal Return suffers from the same malady as does theological theories over the existence of God. Both are conjecture. Neither the Eternal Return, nor God, is provable in any empirical or logical system. So we must ask ourselves, how do we cope with the Eternal Return? Do we approach it from its metaphysical ramifications? Do we accept it on, of all things, faith? Or do we take another approach? We must remember that the real problem with the idea of the existence of God isn't that it is conjecture, but that the Will to Truth places the mantle of reality/doctrine over that conjecture. This is the fallacy inherent in all metaphysics. Metaphysics as a discipline is conjecture, and to discuss it as though it were fact, is, if nothing else, faulty rhetoric. If, however, when we approach the Eternal Return, we approach it as mythos rather than metaphysics, we find a qualitatively different concept waiting for us. (Here, I am admittedly defining mythos--in a binary with metaphysics--as those conjectures we admit are narratives which are unprovable, and un-disprovable, yet, still compel us.) We find then, that the significant question we must ask about the Eternal Return, isn't whether it is Truth, but how does it affirm life, or through it, how do we affirm life?"
"Depth psychology, existentialism and the human potential movement: the idea and practice of the liberation of the self involving a necessary opening to the hidden Dionysiac depths; the necessary break with the collective in its conventional, conformist and often cultural/moral mediocrity; individual empowerment through a healthily strong ego; the belief that deep societal change can only come about through personal transformation and individual growth in consciousness -- all this constitutes the best and deepest of the Nietzschean insights! For myself, the most haunting description of the problem of Eternal Return was written in the start of Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
Here's a good interview with Kundera about'Unbearable'.
And, finally some further comments by-Igor Abramov:
"In his book, Kundera discusses the issue of eternal return. He says that if the idea of an eternal return is valid, then human beings always carry the heaviest burden of all-"the weight of unbearable responsibility."(5) However, Kundera writes that our world is morally perverse-everything in this world is forgiven in advance, thus, everything is "cynically permitted."(4) If one knows that his actions will not carry consequences in the times to come, one acts recklessly, without any consideration. Kundera rightly notices that Hitler's actions were a direct result of the world's conviction that there is no eternal return. Therefore, Hitler was free to commit all his crimes without being punished for them. Sometimes the lightness of being allows a person to interpret that anything that happens to him has no weight, no permanent importance in his life, no significance. Thus, he is free to continue living free of burden, ignoring any occurrences."
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|Sunday, December 22, 2002|| |
|Another eccentric High Desert customer to Paladin Video in Yucca --the most extensive, inspiring, and intelligent collection of films I have ever come across--I was recommended the film Waking Life by Richard Linklater. What got me was his description that it had to do with my favourite theme: are we dreaming awake, or waking from the dream? I have begun viewing this surreal 'animation' that blends between worlds and philosophies of life. It has futurism , biology, one brilliant treatise on the 'truth' behind Satre... and even a wonderful pillow talk between Uma and Ethan, voices beyond their Picasso-esque 'animation' selves....
But really, what is the dream? When do we ever wake up? Is there a point? There must be a point of recognition, of this Great Crescendo as one brainy 'Waking' character pointed out. (I like to think of it as waking the Global Brain, this Epoch into The Future). In this dream of our awakenings... I have written and pondered and fretted... and then spaced and forgot and just got on with the task at hand of feeding a babe and kissing a wounded lover's feet. Though still we continue with The Great Ah-Has of those lucid dreams when we know indeed we are threading the themes of yes, this Waking Life.. and that we Know, the Gnosis is shared with all the I's that are having their way with us... and then, why do we wake up and forget the journey, or the point of it? And, so I answer my own pondering. We cannot know the point, for the ant perspective. We must fly and have the moments of Communion in order to come back and be fragments of beauty once more.. confused and within that, the Eye sees the I but yet again, differently.
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