A Strange Loop in Observing Itself

I shift through carefully stored memories
Heavy with dust,
But yearning still for life.
I touch each with nostalgic need.

Have I already been forgotten?
Am I already stored away in a box,
Aching with desire for remembrance,
Molding with milked talent.

Life into death, death into...
Ah, well, it's nothing anyhow;
Its joy into trauma, luck into misfortune,
Love into hate and all the stuff in between.

But where am I?

Ignore it all,
For I am nothing but a Strange Loop;
A self-deluded self-matrixing machine
Descending into Nothing.

Windows

Backtracking

"I have got to leave to find my way.
Watch the road and memorize
This life that pass before my eyes.
Nothing is going my way...
...We're closer now than light years to go. "
- R.E.M., "Find the River"

I've come a long way on my spiritual journey. My recent excursion on the trail that I've heard called "modern mysticism" has been enlightening, and has brought me full semi-circle back to re-exploring the Christian mythology and Eastern philosophy I was brought up with (I have my In Discord and Rhyme cohorts Paul and Brendan to thank for that!).

And it's good to backtrack! It's a powerful experience to go back to the beginning of a trail and not only see how far I've come, but to start anew with a fresh mind--an erased blackboard. I may see signs that I have missed, and familiar signs may reveal more.

I've been reevaluating many of the basic assumptions that lead to spiritual knowledge: concepts of Self, Reality, Life, Death, et al.

Especially have I been meditating on the Self, that pesky concept of individuality that gnaws at the edges of reality. Philosophy and mysticism have both destroyed and resurrected this critter a million times over. Yes, the Self is a distinction born of defining reality according to the boundaries of my senses. And yes, reality is essentially One Thing, Nothingness and Everythingness at the same time. But the landscape of my reality is shaped by the arbitrary "Self" definition, and though I may dissociate from time to time, even this dissociation is limited by my experience. It is unlimited in my imagination, but my imagination is limited by my mind.

--Or is it my Will?--

And so duality rears its controversial head once again, even while the horns of monism shred the boundaries of Self.

But here, at the beginning of the trail, the old questions are no longer old (and perhaps no longer questions), and I can experience the knowledge that I am yet young and have plenty of time to unravel the fabric of my reality. There's plenty of time to peer above the blanket of myself, as well as delight in the warmth of its embrace.


I'm closer now, with light years to go.

Worth the Time

Often
I would look out calmly--
Quietly--

Across the morning wood.

The sun would rise rosy
And I would barely feel
The dew-colored air that would still be cold.
Sometimes I would shake from the bite.
But always,
It was worth the Time.

I yearn for those days
Now that I’m gone from those woods.
I think my soul goes back there when it’s lost.
And distantly,
It wanders the cool forest nights
Where the stars illuminate the emerald needles of those trees.
A treasure beyond any price.

Calmly. Quietly.
A fog creeps down from the hill and settles.
It lies like a cool, moist blanket
That I will cover myself in.

The Sin of Nudity (In Honor of Nude Blogging Day!)

When Eve and Adam ate from the Tree of Life (the Fruit of Distinction), the first thing they did was attempt to hide their nudity.

The significance of this myth is profound. There was suddenly a distinction between "Eve" and "Adam," and the consciousness of Self snowballed into clothing. But why the shame?

Modern humans go through a period of Self-awakening echoing the Biblical myth. Egocentrism is replaced by the ability to abstract, and suddenly the people around us have seperate points-of-view. There is a larger world beyond our mind, and much of it is composed of other thinking, discriminating, judging individuals. This realization that there are others judging us brings to bear our instinct of self-preservation, and we hide our soft, vulnerable bodies--easily subjected to judgement!--from discerning eyes.

But again, why the shame?

Nudity is equated with sexuality in our modern culture. The focus of our clothing is, after all, on covering our primary sexual characteristics. The shame of sex appears to have a convoluted origin; according to Wikipedia, the use of guilt by parents to keep their daughters from becoming pregnant too early plays a part (especially in the modern culture, I think). Religious dogma is certainly there, as well as an emphasis on virginity as a virtue.

An idea I've heard repeatedly from nudists, however, is that the nudist lifestyle removes the stigma of shameful sexual associations with the human body--even to the point where negative body images are erased due to the exposure to other bodies. Is our obsessive use of clothing actually creating some of our most insidious psychological diseases, such as Anorexia Nervosa? Is it viciously circling itself around an arbitrary cultural shame?

Clothing can be seen as a restriction. It chains us to civilized mores than hold us from Eden. It walls us from the world that is perceived to be "outside" of us, but of which we are apart.

The spirit of Nude Blogging Day appears then to be freedom from the distinctions made when Eve and Adam first donned the leaf.

Spellcasting

In the forest in back of my childhood home there is a stream surrounded by an old rock wall. It used to provide water for my grandfather's cows when it was an apple orchard and dairy farm. But now the hemlocks, pines, and birches dominate, and the little stream is unknown except by me, my immediate family, and the occasional hunter or hiker.

There is a spot in it where a flat slab of rock was set to create a waterfall. There, I would sit for hours as a child and watch the wildly running water in the Spring and Autumn, and explore underneath the rock slab when summer dried the stream bed to a cracking crust; the cold winter created a crystalline paradise underneath where water leaked through the frozen earth.

It was there that I learned to cast spells.

A spell is essentially manipulating symbols in order to create change within or without. So, philosophically, I usually define any action as a spell since our brains are symbol creators and manipulators. But what I taught myself was how to ritualistically cast a spell.

A heartbroken adolescent is apt to not think rationally, and facing the tumultuous emotions of this stage, I ignored the anti-spell teachings of my Christian upbringing and experimented. Having no books on witchcraft or paganism, and not daring to bring any into my house, I created my own spells from one premise: if it made me feel better, than it worked. My first spell (though arguably, I had prayed before, this seemed different then) was writing the name of a girl I had been infatuated with but rejected me on a piece of paper, and burned it on the rock slab of the stream. It made me feel better. Burning the paper was symbolic of removing her hold on my heart.

Many years later I began studying psychology, philosophy, and art in college, and with spirituality on my mind, the mechanisms behind how spells and rituals affect change became clear. Symbol manipulation is the foundation of art (later still, I applied this idea to science and existence in general as well), and art is the foundation of rituals and spellcasting. When I create a sigil to engrave onto a piece of fruit as an offering, I am imbuing symbols with meaning and using them to create intrapersonal change, and then perhaps interpersonally.

Poetry and music are my most potent spells. When I create a song or poem, I am manipulating symbols to create something that holds powerful meaning to both me and the observer. With these spells, I open my very soul to the universe, and allow my existence to be perceived and interpreted. That is the true power of spellcasting!

And, it's just plain fun!

When I go back to that spot at the stream, I ritualistically splash water on my face and say something symbolic and meaningful to me like, "In the embrace of my Mother Earth and Father Sun, I am reborn." It is symbolic of the washing away of accumulated stress, pain, and "sin" at a place that is spiritually bubbling over with the power of my personality.

"The Christian God," by Gentoo

(This was written by someone close to me. RFers know her as Gentoo!)

The other night I had a dream. In this dream, were many Christian images (that I now can't remember), but I don't think the images were important. I remember trying to take a picture of one with my camera phone, but in the process, screwed up the actual image. I remember going off alone while all of these images are being discovered. I saw ticker tape, with braille on it. But after the braille, was the word: Congratulations, and something became very clear to me. I felt a presence, and it hit me, the Christian God had a message.

He said in my dream that the Bible is wrong, that that's not how he really is/was (I came to the conclusion later that this could be true, that it all started out fine, but then dogma got a hold of it, as it does. And it was twisted continuously until what it is now). I asked why he was congratulating me, and he said and I quote: "I don't know" and went on to say something to the effect of: but something will happen to me that is worthy of congratulations.

Now the dream itself isn't so important, but it is certainly making me question the nature of of the Christian God. Specifically, he said: I don't know. Assuming that this was not my subconscious and that it was God (a stretch, yes but I am going somewhere with this), I've come up with three possibilities as to the nature of this God, though there are probably many more.

1.) There is One God who is all-knowing, all-powerful, all-etc.
2.) There are many Gods that have limitations
3.) There is one God or just a few that are limited.

Christians generally believe in number one, but when asked hard questions like: why is there evil in the world, they answer with human free will. Now this doens't make much sense to me, if their God was all-powerful, why would our free will exist in the first place? Why wouldn't the Biblical Christian God (with his history in the OT) allow for as many separations as there are in his "chosen people" to have separated in the first place? Why would God want/need us to find him by ourselves, if he can just as easily force us to if he has a change of whim again (notice his behavior did a complete 180 from the OT to the NT)?

To me with these questions, option one falls flat. But what of option two? Or three?

If there are many limited Gods, that would explain why we have free will. Since these Gods are not all-knowing, all-powerful, or all-seeing, one can reason that these Gods are fallible. And since they are fallible it would seem to me that there would be a sort of competition between them, who can have the most followers or something (you know, just to pass the time). And what better way to do this than through the use of fear? Of Hell? But a lot of people make the assumption that it is the Christian God himself being the fear monger. But I think that it was the people themselves. Enter Dogma (and no, not the awesome movie).

"Straight and narrow is the path" can basically be used as a definition for dogma. The idea that there is only one path or one truth and a slight deviance is heretical. Dogma basically comes about because of insecurity, someone is very unsure of themselves, and does every and anything to make sure that his insecurities are never brought up. Going so far as to put words in God's mouth: "God hates _____" is common amongst these people. This is usually where splits happen, example: Martin Luther.

After 2000 some-odd years of this, it's really no wonder that a message would get twisted, or even lost along the way. People are so committed to living their life so they're not looked at weirdly they completely miss the message their God gave them in the first place. Hence my earlier thought that the Christian God is not the same as the Biblical Christian God. Not only was the Bible translated and mistranslated over time, but before that it was passed down as oral tradition, and we all know how that works out.

Here are a few links to some sermons I've been listening to that are very interesting, he has a different interpretation than I'm used to, hopefully someone else will benefit from them as well:

Dogma Equals Division
It's Okay to Question
The Beast