ignorance v. mere pretensions to knowledge?

Someone just asked me which state of mind was the more dangerous. This individual was wondering which kind of thinking was the more injurious to the human condition. My opinion follows:

I suppose it depends what you are ignorant of. Whole cultures who were ignorant of the Western way lived in peace, balance, love and harmony with the earth.

Once they tasted their first Coke, and chatted to their first missionary, things took a decided downwards spiral.

It is not that long ago that indigenous people were referred to as ‘ignorant savages’ is it? These days the human potential movement, New Age philosophy and Naturopathic medicine (amongst other things) would be lost without them.

I am working towards a kind of informed ignorance – getting rid of the Western mindset that is screwing everything up in the name of ‘progress’.

Those with pretensions to knowledge probably do very little harm unless they’e the ones with their finger on the Doomsday button…otherwise, they’re just another form of entertainment.

Come to think of it, it was those people with pretensions to knowledge who messed things up in the first place – replacing a continuous and natural awareness of Life and Truth with religion and personalised deities. Inventing the notion of modern-day poverty by refusing to acknowledge the validity of different ways of living. Passing on their disease of intellectual materialistic monism like so many small-pox infested blankets….

 

Who comes first?

On faking it…

I have never understood why (some) women do this. If it is not working for you, why pretend otherwise? It seems to me to be neurotic, passive-aggressive and insecure.

I have heard some of the excuses, like being tired or not in the mood, so why not say. “I am tired, and not in the mood.”?

A deeply ironic cultural backlash from feminism is that a lot of women feel they need to prove that they are sexy/sexual, and they need a male to affirm and validate this for them.

They lack confidence in their own sexuality, and continue to be brainwashed to be ‘nice’. I have noticed a lot of western women actually smile when they are upset or angry. Many sleep with guys they don’t like because they are scared of appearing ‘frigid’.

Still others feel they have to conform to the porn industries idea of ‘good in bed’ by contorting wildly atop their lover, shrieking and bending their legs in every direction.

Anyway the whole faking orgasm rigmarole is just the tip of the iceberg. Why would I want to have sex with someone before I felt comfortable with him seeing my naked body?!! KEEP THE LIGHTS ON. Why would I want to have sex with someone if I was too embarassed to ask them to wear a condom?
Why do many westerners have to get totally drunk before they have sex? Or are at risk of unsafe sex when they drink?
And most heartbreaking of all: why do so many western women put themselves at risk by not trusting that little voice inside when it tries to tell them that something is wrong, that they might be in danger?

One of the results of feminism was the negation of the instinctual feminine nature. Women chose to side with men against themselves and their unique, mysterious, beautiful traits: such as intuition and natural, healthy female sexuality.

 

Getting out of our tiny minds…

On what I can see…

It makes sense to me that on this cosmic pendulum, there are only certain things that I can perceive wtih my senses. So ‘light’ that is in a specific range, I can perceive as colour, and outside of that range, I know it exists (ultraviolet, infrared etc) but because I cannot see it, I can only detect it as energy, using instruments.

By this token, it is as if whatever we cant actually perceive sensorially, only exists as energy to us. Things seem to only be able to materialise as ’solid’ matter when our sense machine can detect it. It is as if we ‘create’ solid reality around us by our ability to pick up the energy (wave-forms) of reality and convert them (via the brain) into chair, or red or soft or salty (particles). Since all of our ’sense machines’ as a species are more or less the same, we ’solidify’ or ‘create’ more or less the same reality, what we experience as consensual reality. We all agree the sky is blue. A dog or bee might disagree strongly. I have noticed that my cats can obviously see and hear things that are way out of my range of perception.

It is perfectly plausible that there are an infinite amount of things going on ‘around’ us all the time which we cannot perceive. Perhaps this is where people get their ideas of the ’super’natural and ‘ghosts’? Maybe this is where ‘extra-terrestrial’ life is to be found?

Maybe the next great leap forward for science is a cohesive understanding about the energetic nature of reality, and the fact that the sense machine in our bodies acts as a kind of projector, giving us the virtual reality of solid objects that we navigate in our waking lives…

There of course are already scientists who are linking the revelations from quantum physics, who are amazed by the effect that an observing human consciousness has on sub-atomic phenomena, etc. We have all heard of Schrodinger’s cat, but not many of us have really accepted the ontological ramifications this theory presents.

Finally, I watched a film called ‘The Celestine Prophecy’ the other night. I found it a little corny, but there is a scene at the end (also detailed in the book which I subsequently picked up) which illustrates this principle beautifully. It is where a group of people apparently learn how to speed up the frequency of the atomic vibrations of their own bodies, so that regular humans were unable to see them, that is detect them with ordinary human senses.

 

an existential eviction (by addiction)

The Beast  roars.

Whence does it come?

Has it… always been here?

When the lights became bright, and the sounds became stronger, when I felt …high….for a while (and never, never since) – what was it?

 

I opened a door, and let something in. It came into the space made from neglect that was blind to love,

and furnished it, after a fashion.

At least it seemed more comfortable: I didn’t need to shiver alone in a corner any more (or so it seemed).

 

And then from the depths of this self-induced agony (unsurprisingly) it offers

the antidote to the panic,

the way out,

the escape.

What is it this time? Hmmm?

Will it be the drug you smoke or drink or watch or read or fuck?

Will it be sleep (the cleanest one) which offers pure rest, but is filled with the mockery  of uncertain dreams?

Will it be something that I eat which will change  my brain like a drug?

Perhaps a useless conversation, an aimless movement.

These things, in truth, take me away from what is real, what is present, beyond the nightmares I habitually invent to torture myself.

 

The beast takes almost everything else, but what does everything matter, next to love?

Or at least its palest substitution, the prostitution of life that is the feeding of the drug.

I thought I was feeding on the drug, but really, it is the drug that feeds. I am the fuel, I think.

 

Now I stand outside.

I remain gaunt, skeletal, dressed in rags, pushed further away from what I imagine is the warm fireplace burning at the centre…I bring the (fuel) and I think:

 

‘Surely! This time it  will let me in! After all, if I stopped bringing (the fuel) it would be as cold and miserable as I!’

 

But the priceless gifts I bear are snatched from my hand as the door is opened – I get the faintest whiff of warmth from within, a glimpse of red brocade, a sense of spice in the air, of comfy couches…then the door slams abruptly in my face…I am already wondering how soon I can bring more (fuel) to the door – maybe, surely! Next time I will be admitted, forever, for good.

 

What else is there to do?

 

At least that one whiff, that one promise, seems better than the interminable cold and loneliness that assails every moment.

 

And no wonder it smells so sweet, that the fire burns so warm. It is a bonfire of my heartfelt dreams, of my yearning for love, of my desire to be free…

 

Why am I here?

On why I am here…

To find the beautiful, essential truth of everyone and everything.

And, once found, to be able to demonstrate it with honesty and creative originality with every aspect of my life.

Also to laugh my a$$ off as hard and often as possible.