So many thoughts have piled up - time to clean house first. Spring cleaning. Note that some new and sunnier pictures have been set up. Chapter 7 of Basket of Reeds has been added - it's a hot one, I swear. I have also changed "books to come" into "essays." That's what it has become, and so it shall be named.
Rooson, with an "o:" at one point you postulated that it might be better to enjoy life until death rather than try to figure it out or get enlightenment or such. It makes me recall a Zen master's remark on The Way: "Better not to start; if started, better to finish." That's followed me for decades, but by the time I had read it at about age 20, it was already too late; I had begun. So perhaps for some, it is best to remain happy and ignorant. It does remind me, though, of my last essay, "The Finger." One can either go gently down the stream or fight it going up, but sooner or later, you're going to be looking down at a body on the point of death, shocked and amazed. For me, I feel that I at least should make an attempt at being prepared for this. Many Tibetan Buddhist make a life of studying death, after all. On the other hand (I had better start counting hands), I am now reading a book by the famous author Peter Matthiessen titled, Nine-Headed Dragon River. In the first few chapters he talks about his first encounters with Japanese Zen masters (Zen is said to be a combination of Buddhist and Taoist beliefs and practices), made inevitable because of his wife's serious involvement with the practice (they would not want it to be called a religion, although it is). From the beginning, and in spite of himself, he was drawn in and for the next year or so began to join his wife in meditation and the Zen version of mass and sermons. It was after this first year that his wife, Deborah, began to complain of unusual pain while in the meditation posture. At one point, and I believe this was after a "mass," he saw her in a strange light: as both luminescently beautiful, and as...dying. He saw clearly that she was dying. He could not bring himself to tell her because it is was so clear, but sometime afterward she found that she had cancer. Now, Deborah had followed the path of non-attachment, and listened well as she was told again and again that all was transient, that the normal view of life was ridiculously thin, that death awaited at every point, and that ultimately, death and life were one. In other words, she had thought about death a lot and had accepted the limited role that life plays for most of us. However, as the disease and its "cures" (the horrors of chemo and radiation) progressed, she became scared, irritable, irrational, desperately hopeful - in short, she became like most of us when confronted with imminent death. There were shining moments, but there was often the horror as well. So: how well did her search help her in death? It seems, from Mattthiessen's description, not much. That is to say, she appears to have been in pretty much the same boat as everyone else. Then again, there are few atheists in fox holes. Most do become religious or at least spiritual under those circumstances. But did it do her any good to have been especially prepared? I guess I have to say I like working towards a greater comprehension of being (could I say 'truth' or 'life?') Perhaps, most probably in fact, it will do little good for me when the doctor points to that dark blob on the MRI scan, or whatever they use. On the other hand (is that two or three now?) neither will anything else. Neither will my success at career or making money or being a good father. Nothing will matter in the blunt face of death. That is, of course, its beauty and its truth. But it can't hurt to turn it over, this thing of life and death; not any more than it is useless to win trophies at your sport or make a lot of dough or become a world famous author. So, row your boat or float or whatever. Don't make waves that will spill other's boats. Enjoy or not. Me, I'll continue trying to get to the bottom of it. On a last note, they say that enlightenment, or accomplishment of that goal, brings to one a sort of immortality, and certainly drains away any fear of death or of dying. That might make it worth it, even beyond the grave. But saints and Buddhas are few. On another Rooson: that is, John and Jesus being the only way and such (that is, He is not "one of the prophets" as I more or less put it, but the one and only Way and Savior). I do not have time to give it all it deserves, but I have thought about it a lot. Oddly, it does not really bother me. I assume a greater meaning was meant, as when Jesus told us to despise our families or pluck out an eye. We are talking forceful oratory here, obviously not literal truth. It is such that I see the "only one" revelation. The Buddhists would say that the Realized One is really all of us, all of all, really, and there are many references to this idea in the Bible: our neighbors as ourselves, the symbolism of the trilogy (separate but united), all His creation loved down to the tiny hair, and so on. Others have said that John added this as a stimulus for greater evangelization and a prod for more fervent belief. I really couldn't say. I am no Biblical scholar. What I believe what my beloved Traditionalists believe: that is, that all true (revealed) religions offer a path to God. Many of the Christian religions are such, of course (although the Traditionalists did not like the outcome of the Reformation); and some religions such as those based on Christ and Mohammed, do claim exclusivity. The Traditionalists say that this is because such a contingency was deemed necessary under the cultural and historical circumstances. Religions must work if they are to be true religions. And in the polyglot of Europe and the Mideast of their eras, a unifying message was necessary. Or so say the Traditionalists. To them, for those who KNOW, this contingency is unnecessary, but in any case not the essential part of the religion. Which is getting to God. I had wanted to finish up also with the Girl with the Tattoo discussion, but time is limited. Perhaps we have done all we need with it. Soul devouring. God help us if this is our future. FK
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A longer time has gone by than I remembered since the last. Sickness has stalked the house again, and the late winter grays have done their work. I would change some pictures to ones of spring, but we are still in the grip for a few more days.
Heard a robin in the front yard, beginning on Feb 27th, and the first sand hill crane yesterday. The sand hill cranes have proven to be the most reliable barometers and forecasters. Last year they came early and made it clear it would be a very early and warm spring. This year, one has come a little early -but only one - so we may be looking at a more ordinary spring. I always look at the crane and think, "what must you think of all this? Our highways, plowed fields, cities, you who have seen so many climate changes, including numerous ice ages. Is our work just another of many changes to you? Are we that fleeting to even the birds?" Of course the answer is yes, and it is not a disheartening truth. Rather, it is one of freedom. All of your failures, your social faux pauxs, even your pains, all as nothing. The glaciers, the fields, the cranes don't care. You in infinity won't care either, I expect. It is not dust in the wind, but light in the air. Dance in the motes while you can. Saw a movie recorded from an offering of free Showtime the other day, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I am too much of a literary snob to spend 10 hours reading the book, but I can spend 2 while strumming idly on the guitar or feeding the dog. The action and intrigue grabbed me, and the acting was tremendous. However, I could feel soul rot within 15 minutes of the show, and by the end felt dirty and doomed. There was no morality in the characters - only actions based on custom or advantage by the best and extreme rages of foul and perverse libidinal activity by the worst. Revenge was the only sentiment that spoke of justice. Some psychiatrists would claim that these two examples represent who we are without our personas - the bad and the ugly more or less controlled (by most of us) by our social veneer, all while another part seethes and squirms in some dark unconscious underworld kept carefully out of the persona's sight by - by whom? Let me pass on that last one for now. What concerns me here is the vision that we have been given of ourselves in recent times, one that is well represented in this film. From the roots of existential philosophy, this is what we have left - a hard "reality" that we must tame for reasons that remain vague and ultimately valueless. In contrast, I have just finished the book, The Crises of Western Civilization by one of the paramount traditionalists, Rene Guenon. Written in 1927, it must have stirred some waters then, but now, much of what he has said has been well discussed - except the central point. Yes, he expounds on the preoccupation with material wealth, the enslavement of the masses in industrial plants, and the overall destruction of the human and natural environment - all well trodden territory by our campus political activists; but key to it all is that we (and now, this includes most of the world) have taken secondary causes for primary ones. What they teach in the academy is that the West has abused power; what Guenon teaches us is that we have replaced the primal causes for an ephemeral one. The difference is huge, and you will NOT find Guenon's perceptions taught at the university - for the primal causes lead to the Primal Truth, and that is God, the Absolute, the beyond-all-conception. The primal causes might be envisioned as a ladder leading from our middle world, or the world of humans, to more inclusive levels until the ultimate is reached. In this middle world we would find our ordinary motivations and actions, selfishness and sentimentalities included. As we expand our awareness moving up this ladder (a mixed metaphor I know - take it as given that as we see more from the ladder, so it is incorporated), so we become more aware of our connection with other people and things - and thus, we naturally become more sympathetic. Thus, to see your neighbor as yourself is not a sentimental end in itself, but a code for the acquirement of advanced esoteric knowledge. From this comes a better world as a matter of course But there is also the descending rungs of the ladder, where everything becomes less coherent and related. This, says Guenon, is what scientism has done done to knowledge. This is especially true in psychology. What are we taught now in this field? Generally something of what I mentioned above - that we are a bundle of urges held together loosely by a socially constructed self. For Guenon, this "true" self of the psychological discipline is our lowest, even infernal, self. Yes, it is there, but it is only a fragment of the greater, more comprehensive (and moral) self. So the view that we get of ourselves from such movies as The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo is of our lowest selves, our least important and least powerful selves. So, yes, the movie made me feel dirty. And so would society if it elevated the lower aspects of self to that of the true self. Then I, too, would want to see this civilization fail, just as certain members of the ivory tower believe they want at this moment. But what would they do if they got their wish? Ah, time flies. Until tomorrow, FK |
about the authorAll right, already, I'll write something: I was born in 1954 and had mystical tendencies for as long as I can remember. In high school, the administrators referred to me as "dream-world Keogh." Did too much unnecessary chemical experimentation in my college years - as disclosed in my book about hitching in the 70's, Dream Weaver (available on Amazon, Kindle, Barnes and Noble and Nook). (Look also for my book of essays, Beneath the Turning Stars, and my novel of suspense, Hurricane River, also at Amazon). Lived with Amazon Indians for a few years, hiked the Sierra Madre's, rode the bus on the Bolivian highway of death, and received a PhD in anthropology for it all in 1995. Have been dad, house fixer, editor and writer since. Fascinating, frustrating, awe-inspiring, puzzling, it has been an honor to serve in life. Archives
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