Some loosely correlated thoughts: one, on the "trap" - better said, trip wire or trap door - mentioned in the last as a way out of socio-cultural collapse:
It's hard to say what exactly is collapsing in the new world culture. If we look at Euro- America, what I know best, many of the fundamental bones of the skeleton are being ground into dust. I do not want to make this a political website or thesis, but just want to point out what is obvious - sexual mores, speech, dress, marriage and religious practice have all been or are being altered beyond recognition - that is, beyond the implicit understanding of cultural history. But what of the spirit of the culture, or "ethos"? Has that fundamentally changed, or does that remain fundamentally intact? Obviously, matters of religion - that is, traditional sacred thought - has been undergoing a watering down for centuries. On the other hand, the ethos of humanitarianism that was part and parcel of the Christian world has been magnified. Is this our trap door, our escape? One element in the greater culture thinks so; thinks that by humanitarian rule, codified and enforced by the state, that a new and better world might come from the tottering remains of the old. This is essentially Marxism with a soft touch, and to this I would say, no - where there is no greater underlying spirit beyond man's institutions, there can be no answer to the fundamental unhappiness, which is caused by a flat world consciousness devoid of a greater meaning within and beyond it. However, if such were to expand beyond the political and social, perhaps a new world religion of sorts could arise. Now, looking at the dominant Euro template and how the world cultures have responded to it, is this likely? It what is happening, then, a cleaning of house to make way for a greater, more inclusive path to truth? That requires, for me at least, quite a bit of thought, and brings me back to reincarnation, what started all this days before. According to Marco Pallis's interpretation of Tibetan Buddhism, one can indeed be reborn a cockroach, or any other being or thing. Which brings us to the question: if our essence can be reborn as a bug or, for all I know, a rock, what is that essence? It is not human; it is not God. We might call it spirit or soul, but what do those terms mean? On this, I believe, might hinge the future of the world. If our essence is only a kind of cosmic dross, then the direction of world culture has already written its epitaph - for once spirit is no longer recognized, it is gone; and once gone, the dogs of war are unleashed sooner or later. Picture Mad Max. The humanitarian ethos can only carry on so far without its reason for being. That may seem absurd to some now, but in a century? Without a greater reason, it will wither and die, for even if the state apparatus inculcates it at school, the state itself is run by the very same people and will devolve with the rest of society. Picture North Korea. However: if essence is essentially spirit, then revelation can arise from the dust. One might call it "Revelation from God" but it would amount to the same thing. If essence is spirit, and spirit is (by my definition) essential holy, then the current era could indeed be seen as a cleaning of house, awaiting the new furniture - that is, the next True Tradition. I cannot say for sure; Ptolemy Thompkins thinks UFO's are, at the very least, reflections of our inner ecology of spirit - that is, the round discs themselves speak of the holy wheel of life in technological terms. Maybe UFO's are our Cortez, ourwith everything that this might imply. Yes: next, UFO's. Also, I will get around to outlining the Pallis book in its proper place in the website as soon as I can - within the next week. Excellent work, and a clear view of the Traditionalist perspective. FK
0 Comments
Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
Leave a Reply. |
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
December 2024
Categories |
|