Labyrinth

I danced for kings

and bled for queens

Even torched my self for fiends

And caught up in my quest for faith

my only friends

were my mistakes

What the hunt reveals

the child protects

that hate is love

that love reflects

What the hunt reveals

the child protects

that hate is love

that love reflects

 

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Becoming Icarus

The mystical practice is… a practice.

It takes work.

By that I mean, the mystical path is a constant and alternately harrowing, alienating, hilarious and deeply moving application of faith.

It is work that necessarily, eventually, means entering into a kind of schizophrenia which is the hallmark of a breach of the consensual reality (ie the Cave). Once you do that, and you survive it, you’re really on your own.

There are no more systems or gurus or philosophies.

When I try to explain my understanding of ‘reality’ as something that is not static, or deterministic… but sentient and conscious and awakened… I always get people telling me stuff like this: (from an exchange with a good friend last night)

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People need to frame it that way because: to actively take on board the idea that the Earth is ensouled…

[by which I mean: ‘coded’ with a layer of mystical User Interface that allows the seeker to access a ‘hidden’ realm of experience and insight, which are as observable and deciperable as the state of microgravity in space… and for them to accept that these observable factors have very practical value for overcoming the oppressive system that dominates our spacetime reality]

…would require them to change much of their way of seeing, if not their way of living.

As much as the people in Copernicus’ time were forced to revise theirs.  But most people are neither prepared, nor have the tools, to authentically do that.  So it gets put back on the mystic seeker… that this is just their ‘experience’.  Subjective, nonsensical, non-valuable.

So eventually you stop caring whether people ‘get it’ or not.  And beautifully, this is just another stage of the mystical journey out of the Cave.  You need to not fucking care at all what the others think.

And the degree to which you no longer have the desire to stand up in front of people and tell them about your spiritual journey and how meaningful it is… is proportionate to the distance which you are down that hallowed path toward ‘awakening’.  It’s one of the first tests the masters put their students through, to assess just where they are on Jacob’s Ladder.

One of the most rewarding and yet also isolating stages of the journey are the materialization of non-binary reality-shifting experiences (ie not those which are the result of psychedelics or medicines). These typically result from the performance of ‘daring’ actions that force the material realm (which is assumed to be non-sentient, non-awake) to blink and shift for us.

Once you experience that, there’s no coming back.

You’re now beyond ‘theory’. Beyond ;’philosophy.’ Beyond ‘religion’.  This is the realm of spiritual adventurism. Which, despite its name, is a very practical observational thing.

No different than space or underwater exploration.

Here the initiate comes to know and see forces and factors that exert themselves in the environmental texture of that ‘place’ – ie the stage of their conscious awakening – even though it is not discoverable on any current map of the world.

And those very same forces and factors exhibit a systemic infrastructure that can be talked about precisely.

And which are remarkably, and starkly, beyond the acceptable, conventional. discussable parameters of the system-norms of ‘reality’ that most people think is:

Truth

(and nothing but the the truth)

There is one experience, specifically, which elaborates this kind of reality-shift that I can share:

I won’t go too deep into here because it needs far more contextualization (in terms of how I got to the place – geographically, psychologically, and spiritually) to really understand it as part of my story.

So I’ll just say here that in 1998, I embarked on an aimless but spirit-directed hitch-hiking journey that had taken me from the woods of British Columbia down to the frontier of McAllen Texas where I jumped on a few planes and ended up in Cuba.  After hitching down the spine of that deeply evocative landscape and its children-of-Martí populace, I ran out of money and clothes.

Guided, finally and mercifully, to the Sierra Maestre where I heard ‘voices’ that challenged me to truly honor my belief in the brotherhood of man…

Put as simply as I can:  for one ‘person’ to be born in one place where they can not leave the island and another to be ‘born’ into another place where they can travel the world freely, is a crime against the soul of humanity.  It is a dividing edict that is the antithesis of an authentically spiritual order.  It is the law of a system that places humans in a caste system of the most pernicious and arbitrary degree and leaves them to fight it out between themselves within the illusion of a plane that is finite and deterministic.

I knew this even at that young age.   I knew it and I believed it.  So, to benefit from the identity document that I was given merely because of the GPS co-odinate of my birth, and to move like some gilded giraffe around the world as I had (I think my country count was over 50 at that point) was simply wrong.

So I heard the voices say.

So I destroyed all of those things.  Meaning I tore my passport up with my teeth and dirty fingers until it was in shreds and disintegrated into the bushes and trees.  And then attacked my credit cards and drivers license until there was nothing left.  All at a time when you could not go to the bathroom in Cuba without showing your papers.

I happened to do that at a time when I also had spent all my money, was cut off from my family and friends, and had given most of my clothes away.

Well, that journey out of the mountains, into the cities, and back to Canada, as I will one day explain… was the most amazing and horrifying and revelatory thing I have ever experienced.

Mind shatteringly difficult on a psychological level…

(I remember with the most vivid emotions my desire to cut out that part of my bicameral brain that had instructed me to so gallantly and foolishly to destroy my identity and expose my self to the most mind-bending of outcomes)

…and very ‘hard’ physically.

But also one in which I witnessed the world blink at me and my action, suddenly materializing in front of me a hero’s journey that might as well have been constructed from yellow bricks and emerald facets.  Each person who I encountered – now crazed and barefoot and free of all my terrestrial identity – came before me as a savior and a prophet. Every river and every tree and every star… became a signaling object conjured by the spirit of the depths her self.  In short, my soul ejected itself from my body and projected itself onto the entire fabric of ‘reality’, turning the Cuban cities and her humble but proud people into caretakers of a theme park of my soul’s journey.

The things I saw.  The truths I was told.  The secrets that were revealed.  Have taken me 20 years to understand.  And they are the very nectar of a (r)evolutionary consciousness that places the power of reality-creation within each of us.  For we are not living on some dead rock of a planet in which one’s fate is determined by gender, color, name, or zip code of birth or otherwise.

Fuck no.

Nor that ‘magic’ is only to be experienced in a book or via some practiced illusion… or because you are part of the 3%.

Fuck no.

What I know now, as the mystics before me for millennia have known since ‘time’ began, is that

we are the generators of our reality

But we have become locked into a system which denies that power at its fundamental algorithmic level by asserting in every narrative and counter-narrative that prevails that we are dependent on the external, material world and its most loyal ambassadors for our lives and our dreams.

And we have bought into that.  And so, all of our creative energy is harnessed in the support of that lie/

And so we have created a world in which our power is actively disabled.

By us.

No longer.

No longer.

No longer.

An invitation

I come to you

As the memory of the person

I once was

 

As one who understands

Finally

That he has been alive

Only in the biological sense

Of the Word.

 

For I have lived for a long time

In the perception of a reality

And its material experience

 

That I now understand

To be false

 

For me, it took on the structure

And appearance

Of a Game.

 

A beautiful, meticulously designed Game which

Promised its players the opportunity to unlock

Their limitless potential.

 

And so I learned its rules

And applied them to every aspect of my life

 

I dutifully and studiously learned its rules

Accepted its sacrifices

And climbed the path toward its most lofty rewards

 

At any point, if you had asked me

How are you doing…

In the Game?

 

I would have told you

I was winning.

 

But in truth

 

On a scale of 1-10

In terms of actual success

I was only a 3

Acting like I was a 9.

 

And in that cycle

Of self-told fantasies

Which I created out of

A need to justify the Game

I slowly moved in a ritual drama

That only brought me

Into incrementally more competitive

And isolated stances.

 

Ultimately separating me from all the players

For whom I knew my Spirit had only

The most innate and unconditional Love

But against whom my victories increasingly

Could only be secured by their material and social

And spiritual deficits

 

And so it was

That one dark and infinite night

I woke up

In a dream

The kind of dream you have

In which you, for the first time,

Are given the sensation of what it is

To actually be awake

 

For it was at that moment

That I was shown the blinding

Undeniable truth

That I was not playing the Game

But the Game was playing me

 

In that moment, I was shown my self

Not as the independent, powerful

Self-actualizing player

I had come to believe my self to be

 

No

 

Instead I woke up to the vision of my self

As a highly functional, flawlessly programmed

Cog

In an giant unseen apparatus whose sole function was

To justify and sustain the existence of the Game

 

And I knew then that I had a choice

Either transcend and escape the material contract

I had made with the Game

Or perish as its servant

 

I chose the first option.

 

If you are reading this

And if you feel that even the slightest

Part of my story resonates with your experience

I want to tell you that there is a place

There is a community

There is a path

 

That is illuminated by the light

of our collective cosmic destiny

That can lift you out of the bondage

Of the old and tired and corrupt Game

 

And unlock from within you the magical truth

 

That to live the life that you had always dreamed

Or perhaps never allowed yourself to dream

You only need to ask.

 

Ask to remember that simple truth

Which you have forgotten

But which has not forgotten you.

 

That truth which you agreed to forget

As a condition to enter the arena

Of this existence

 

And the Game

Which has the solitary goal

Of making you believe that it

Is the bequeather of all power

The source of all life

 

And the God

Of all things

 

If you are done with that Game

And if you have that deep

Irrational feeling

As I did

That we have been living in

Some kind of magical lie

 

One that exists only for the purpose

Of pressing us to wake out of

Our collective trance

 

Then this is an invitation to come

And join those who are making that

Brave and sacrificial leap

Into the fabric of the external realm

 

Which has always been, and will always be

Long before our human family fell

Into this beautiful sleep

 

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We invite you

To Assemble

For one last time

 

Not as a parade of individual

Sacrificial trophies

Erected to the glory of the Game

 

But as newly born, freshly awakened

Fully embodied collective who understand

They are on this Earth for a purpose

 

To remember

 

That this is the moment your

Whole life was designed

And created for.

The rebirth of wonder

For many of us, the world we have known for our lifetimes is changing rapidly and shifting into something very daunting.  The new paradigm seems to be dominated by conflict, chaos, and catastrophe.  Especially if the news and social media are the mediums through which they are getting their information.

This kind of nihilism is the symptom of a civilization that does not have a clear vision of its future. Or a clear understanding of its past. We are in very critical need for a new story that can inform the beliefs that form the basis of our understanding of reality and the behaviors that follow from them.

For the past couple of years I have been fortunate to work in a team focused singularly on the challenge of climate change and in helping to frame a new narrative for that massive threat to our societies.

It is the most profound irony that many devoted environmentalists vehemently reject the idea that the Earth is alive and conscious and ensouled – aka Gaia theory – because it’s not provable and thus not scientific. Which in their eyes threatens their position in the face of the current conflict against climate deniers who are waging a ‘war against science’.

I get it.

But the idea that people who are authentically and earnestly fighting for the Earth would deny her of a status that could actually, finally activate the hundreds of millions of others who are otherwise asleep and entranced in the face of her destruction is… one of the great paradoxes of our time.

Not for much longer.

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We live in an age where empirical ‘science’ no longer works. Quantum physicists now openly admit the tool of their enquiry is woefully insufficient for determining the nature of reality. And the reductionists fall over themselves to deny that their school is one of the single most culpable for the ethos of non-holism that made the earth into a plane ripe for unyielding ecological exploitation and devastation.

But as the historical philosopher Arnold Toynbee taught us, the growth and decline of civilizations is a spiritual process.

Humankind, he wrote, “achieves civilization, not as a result of superior biological endowment or geographical environment, but as a response to a challenge in a situation of special difficulty which rouses [them] to make a hitherto unprecedented effort.”

That is why climate change, as my dearest Gayatri Roshan teaches, is not problem. It is the solution. It is the challenge Toynbee offered us in his prophetic writings.

This is why I know that despite the very frightening and paralyzing warnings we have now been given (that our civilization has little over a decade to radically transform our way of living on the Earth or my children will not have a livable planet to pass in to theirs), I am feeling very confident about our chances.

We are are the dawning of a new Age. One which will be marked by the rediscovery of a kind of ‘science’ which is sometimes called ‘mystical’.

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Mysticism requires the belief in truth without proof.

This is the hardest thing for many humans to accept. But also the most transformative because in this scientific enquiry, ‘evidence’ can only be found in the intuition and sentiment that arises from the human heart and its companion, the immortal soul.

As this year closes I see, hear, taste, smell, and, most importantly, feel the grip of ‘science’ loosening and the rise of intuition and soul-driven connection to ‘truth’ arising in the yearning of our people to birth a new vision of ‘reality’.

Yes the last few centuries have given us much in the way of ‘progress’.

2+2 indeed is 4.

And, as my friend Christopher Hitchens, the penultimate materialist, was fond of telling me, “there was time when people used to die of their teeth.”  Indeed, we have come a long way.  But we will have to return to our most primal roots to remember what we have forgotten.

That 1+1 is only ONE.

And in this truth we find the most potent of all visions for the future of our civilization.

Bless you all my sisters and brothers.

 

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the end of old currencies

consider that…

“…the value of fiat money is derived from the relationship between supply and demand rather than the value of the material from which the money is made.”

i. replace “the material from which the money is made” with “the Earth” and we have the raison d’etre for the creation of a parallel, non-fiat currency that is earth-centered and climate-driven

ii. the opportunity for the introduction of a non-fiat currency is not idealistic, it is the precise econo-systemic shift we need to make right now if we’re going to propel a global regeneration culture

iii. we have created the most productive economic engine in the history of the world that is operated on a form of currency called fiat

iv. fiat pegged to GDP and GDP is pegged to extraction and heat generation.  fiat is now driving our collapse toward extinction.

v. its time.

fiat must end.

 

 

 

The Earth is the center of our new cosmic model

Follow me on this:

1. What is a “worldview”, or more specifically, a weltanschauung?

“A world view (or worldview) is the fundamental cognitive orientation of an individual or society encompassing the entirety of the individual or society’s knowledge and point-of-view, including natural philosophy; fundamental, existential, and normative postulates; or themes, values, emotions, and ethics.” (Wiki)

2. How much does a worldview shape reality?

Here’s Richard Tarnas from Cosmos and Psyche:

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“Our world view is not simply the way we look at the world. It reaches inward to constitute our innermost being, and outward to constitute the world. It mirrors but also reinforces and even forges the structures, armorings, and possibilities of our interior life. It deeply configures our psychic and somatic experience, the patterns of our sensing, knowing, and interacting with the world. No less potently, our world view – our beliefs and theories, our maps, our metaphors, our myths, our interpretive assumptions – constellates our outer reality, shaping and working the world’s malleable potentials in a thousand ways of subtly reciprocal interaction.

Worldviews create worlds.”

3. What power does a shift in worldview have to shift reality?

“A change of world view not only brings about profound cultural changes, but also is responsible for what historians call a “change of age.” An age is a period of time in which the prevailing world view has remained relatively unchanged.” (Russell L Ackoff)

4. This is why I am so passionate about the definition of and discipline in the propagating of a new worldview. And one that is distinct from and informed by the dominant worldview that has created the current world, which is inarguably, moving towards destruction of the ecosystem rather than toward the integration of our society and its systems in a synergistic relationship to the ecosystem.

 

And that is a worldview in which the observer is at the center of the material plane.

And thus, the Earth is the center of our new cosmic model. It is, as my good and brilliant friend David McConville explains, “the ecological center of the universe.”

 

 

And this is a bigger and more revolutionary and more potentially destiny-altering paradigmatic shift than the Copernican revolution of the 16th century.

Workdviews create worlds.

5. I don’t think this happens through writing, per se. I don’t think this happens through dialectical speech, even. But through ritual.

For, as Buckminster Fuller said, “for philosophy to be useful it has to be mechanically applied.”

 

6. And I am increasingly feeling that it is all I want to devote my life to…

 

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The Emerald Tablet

Alchemy.   The word makes people think of bearded hermits trying to make gold from rocks.
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Hermes Trismegestus, Ancient Egyptian founder of alche

But that is just a cover.

Because though alchemy has been quietly relegated to a quirky novelty of early societies, it is more advanced than any of our current ‘technologies’ in terms of its potential for granting individual self-determination.

In this sense, it is a revolutionary system of the highest order.  And this writing is about one of its most weaponized components:

The Emerald Tablet is a mystical text , said to be carved into emerald and found between the 6th and 8th centuries in a vault below a statue of Hermes in Turkey.

In the hands of an old corpse on a golden throne.

It is said to have been written by Hermes Trismegisti, the original prophet of alchemy and its spiritual power.

For higher order alchemists, the Tablet contains a coded identification of the prima materia and the secret of its transmutation.

In other words, it reveals the primary element of all matter in the earthly dimension, and the process through which one can alter or transform it.

And in terms of spirituality, you only have to read the first line of the Hermetica to grasp how alchemy may be the only valid “faith” on earth:

For there can be no Religion more true or just, than to know the things that are

The Tablet has profound scientific value as well.

Because it contains a general theory for the nature of reality that is more systematically comprehensive and innately logical than the current (unfinished) model. Which is limited in its revelation by the post-reductionist methodology of quantum physicists.

At one time, Hermetic texts were the most dangerous and guarded in the world.  That is because they gave practitioners the power to create some thing from no thing, and thus be the creators of their own experience on this plane.

Not dependent on the church for salvation.

For this reason, the Tablet is written in code. Designed to deter and ween out those who have not snapped up the mystical key – intention! – to unlock its value.

But don’t let that deter you.  The Tablet is a recipe for Harry Potterian power, and the journey to its revelation begins with the hard work of learning what you do not know.

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The Translation of the Emerald Tablet according to Isaac Newton:

Tis true without lying, certain and most true.

That which is below is like that which is above and that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing

And as all things have been and arose from one by the mediation of one: so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation.

The Sun is its father, the moon its mother, the wind hath carried it in its belly, the earth is its nurse.

The father of all perfection in the whole world is here.

Its force or power is entire if it be converted into earth.

Separate thou the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross sweetly with great industry.

It ascends from the earth to the heaven and again it descends to the earth and receives the force of things superior and inferior.

By this means you shall have the glory of the whole world

and thereby all obscurity shall fly from you.

Its force is above all force. For it vanquishes every subtle thing and penetrates every solid thing.

So was the world created.

From this are and do come admirable adaptations whereof the means (or process) is here in this. Hence I am called Hermes Trismegist, having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world

That which I have said of the operation of the Sun is accomplished and ended.

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For what it’s worth…

Like so many of my friends, I have spent a lot of time focused on the world outside of my self and how to use my resources and, frankly, white male privilege, to contribute. 

This started in the form of directing and writing around social justice issues that led me to eventually direct several feature films and write some books.  The apex of that ‘life’ was a deep dive into the binary world of fundamentalism (through a journey into the millennial religious HolyWar with two hardcore believers), with a pretty mind-blowing outcome, which really made me question the dualist paradigm manifested through the political / religious / financial systems (left/right, right/wrong etc) that I had become so good at self- (and, other-) identifying with.

I left film and writing to start a tech company based on signaling complex data in a multi-dimensional, dynamic way that could create a new kind of identity.  This (somewhat ahead-of-the-curve) tech is currently being applied to medical data and possibly a new platform our team has been developing around climate change.

But to be perfectly honest, I am long past believing these kinds of citizen-engagement initiatives are going to successfully and integrally solve the challenges we face.  My core passion, and the thing that my life consistently seems to bring me back to, are the revelations contained in the mystical traditions.

Meaning the exposition of hidden truths about our world in the context which Plato put it so well over 2000 years ago:

“In consequence of this divine initiation we became spectators of single and blessed visions, resident in a pure light; and were ourselves made immaculate and liberated from this surrounding garment which we call the body and to which we are now bound like an oyster to its shell.”

I believe we are on the cusp of a Copernican moment, in which humans discover that the ‘reality’ we inhabit is nothing like we understand it to be.  That we are atomic beings, not biological ones… and the 3D realm we inhabit is not a deterministic fixed space, but in fact one that is generative and responsive to us, based on our level of awareness of this truth.

This belief has very real applications and implications.  It’s not philosophy to me, and I am actively working on new creations that might help others to pierce the veil in the way that I have.  But it makes it very hard to engage with my great and beloved cadre of friends who really believe that we just need to get more people to vote in order to create the world we want to live in.

For me, this is absurd.

What we need is a vibrational shift at the genetic level of the species.  Which is practical and achievable under the conditions of a global counter-cultural movement that inducts people into rituals that help them unearth the deep wound caused by the experience of being spiritual entities trapped in materialist shells on a 3D Earth.

I am sure this sounds (at best) escapist and (at worst) cray to most of you, but in my defense, I’ll just say that it’s coming from a guy who’s traveled or worked in over 80 countries, put most of my life and money into very concrete activistic pursuits… and is deeply invested (as a father of two young children)… in us actually evolving out of this situation instead of simply delaying it long enough to make our selves feel better about how much we did.

Let’s be very clear: this is a big, counter-intuitive shift that needs to happen. Especially for people who have spent their lives dedicated to changing their reality through the systems created from its misconception.

Again, think birth of the Axial Age or the Copernican revolution.  It’s not about fucking voting.  It’s about pausing for a moment, pulling our heads out of the spectacular distraction of the news cycle and actually having the self-discipline and intellectual and spiritual rigor to question the foundations that materialize our conception of reality.

Otherwise known as the paradigm.  (Yes, they shift.)

To that end, I’ll leave you with a quote I sent to friends and posted on social media about the Vegas shooting that really sums up where I am at in terms of getting to fundamental solutions and evolutionary movements.

It comes from Manly P. Hall, one of the greatest civilizational resources in the field of esoteric and mystical traditions, and says everything any one needs to understand about the true nature of SECURITY and how we are actually going to achieve it as an intra-causal and inter-connected species.

“If we dwell forever in the sphere of effects, content to endure without question the vicissitudes of outrageous fortune, we must suffer the consequences inevitable to this state… Nature has bestowed upon us the means by which we can rescue our lives from the delusion of materialism. If we use these means according to the laws governing them, we fulfill the purpose of our living.

There are eternal and unchangeable principles in the world of causes. We must learn to know them, love them, and obey them, for herein lies our hope of security.” 

 

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Escaping the Cave

There is a genre of fiction in which humans are depicted as living in a reality that is not what it appears to be.  In these stories, the heroes are captives in an elaborate prison that keeps them from realizing the true nature of reality, which is hidden behind the veil of a false world.

Done well, these tales go super-viral and connect with a deep part of the human consciousness that gives them a kind of mythological status. That is because they are profoundly subversive narratives that hint at the oldest conspiracy theories of our civilization: that we are living in some simultaneously ancient and high-tech illusion that keeps us disconnected from our true identity and its cosmic power.

The amazing thing about this category of fantasy is that it first appeared in 380 BCE; almost 2400 years ago.  And that first episode remains one of the most precise and elegant renditions of a hero’s journey out of the programmed deception of our reality.

I’m talking about the Cave Allegory which appeared in the Greek philosopher Plato’s Republic. In his story a group of prisoners are shackled by their legs and necks in an underground cave. Projected on a wall in front of them are images in the shape animals and people and objects.

The 2-dimensional shapes are what they believe the world to be.

What the prisoners do not know is that behind them is a fire. The images they see are merely shadows created by puppets which are being paraded in front of the fire by some mysterious procession of people. The apparition is enough to keep the prisoners distracted and complacent in their bondage.

And then one of the prisoners breaks free from his chains. He is suddenly able to turn around and see the fire, which blinds him momentarily. It is confusing and frightening, so he turns back to the wall and the reality he understands. 

But then someone drags him up the pathway, past the fire, and out of the mouth of the cave. Again, he is angry and disoriented, but soon his eyes adjust to the light and he is able to see the world in all it’s 3-dimensional beauty and complexity.

He has awakened.

Awakened by escaping from the conjured trick of his reality and discovering the multi-dimensional truth of the world beyond his cave. For the first time, he sees animals and trees and rivers and other human beings who are not prisoners. And, when his eyes have finally adjusted to the environment, he looks up and sees the sun, which is the source that illuminates it all.

Transformed by his journey and the revelation he has been given, the prisoner runs back down into the cave to tell the others.  But it is so dark that his eyes cannot adjust.  He stumbles around like a blind man, ranting about a world that the others cannot understand. When they tell him they want to stay, he tries to drag them up the hill toward the light.

Faced with the threat of being turned insane by whatever exists beyond their wall and its shadows, they conspire against him and he is murdered.

The Cave allegory is the blueprint for a journey that many have attempted with varying degrees of success. The most famous of these was featured in another blockbuster story that became the best-selling book of all time: the Bible. Whether you believe that Jesus Christ existed or not, his story is an object lesson in the harrowing trials of transcending consensual reality and then returning to help others do the same.

Look what happened to him.

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Instead of enshrining his journey as a lesson in reality hacking, the imperial church hijacked and distorted Christ’s teachings. Emperors and kings, and the popes that served them, had zero incentive to revealing a system of liberation to the very people they required to build and die for their worldly imperium. So they turned his life into a system of spiritual deception that still exists today.

But that doesn’t mean others didn’t carry it forward.  They did, but under the cover of secret societies that protected the knowledge at all costs.

The Mystical Underground

Plato was a profound mystic. Which means he believed in a process through which humans can interact with the non-material, or spiritual realm. Central to his mystical teachings was that this plane is a source of truths about our world that can not be attained with our intellect. Instead, there is a hidden path to reaching that kind of “enlightenment” that can only be known by those who learn the hidden forces which govern our reality.

For the rarified class who were initiated into this knowledge, there was not only the promise of a kind of inner peace.  But also the freedom and power that comes with living outside of the limitations that rule the rest of humanity.  It was, and continues to be, a highly guarded and subversive form of spiritual technology. 

In the Cave, Plato is telling his students that without an understanding of our world’s dimensional infrastructure, they are operating in a kind of trance which prevents them from knowing the nature of their reality. It is also about the difficult and isolating journey that must be undertaken if one wants to escape the limited experience that confines most people to a life of servitude and minor gratification. In the mystical, or mystery, schools that were formed in the centuries and millennia after Plato, these were taught as a system of specific beliefs, actions, and processes that one must undertake in order to break out of the illusion.

But Plato does not reveal those liberationist mystical steps to the reader, relying instead on very simple metaphors that keep the story in the Cave. There are practical reasons for this, chief among them: the high level of secrecy that surrounds this mystical knowledge by the elite group who possess it. 

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In order to access this esoteric intelligence, one has to be initiated through rigorous tests to prove that they can be trusted.  And that they understand the threat posed to the Earthly rulers by those who seek to master the art of escaping this plane.

So its no surprise there weren’t any viral hits in the Cave category for a long time. That’s not to say there weren’t mystics. They just stayed underground.  Until the power of the church began to fade and science became the new religion, then the mystical heresies went from being outlawed to simply ridiculed. Though the effect was the same:

Humanity remained in its cage.

Any references to our self-imposed confinement in the modern epoch were now ‘poetic’ and metaphorical and thus, meaningless. Instead of mapping the way out of this dungeon, William Blake, the Romantic poet and visionary, distilled Plato’s Cave down to a two liner.  

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.

For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.

The only traceable impact of which was the inspiration behind the naming of two highly psychedelic products: Aldous Huxley’s book about a mescaline trip, and Jim Morrison’s legendary 60’s era rock band.

So it was that humanity had to wait two millennia for the next blockbuster installment of the reality jailbreak series to drop.  But when it arrived, it was a fucking masterpiece.

Enter The Matrix

The Wachowski’s 1999 sci-fi cult masterpiece brought us a hacker named Neo who is dragged up the steep incline from his own 2D flat screen reality by a hyper-cool revolutionary named Morpheus, who offers an explanation of the illusion in words that Plato never could have conjured.

“The Matrix is everywhere. It’s all around us, even in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, when you go to church, when you pay your taxes. The Matrix is the world that has been pulled over your eyes, to blind you from the truth.”

“What truth?” Neo asks.

“That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison…for your mind….Unfortunately, no one can be…told what the Matrix is…you have to see it for yourself.”

Then Morpheus opens a container which holds two pills : a blue one, and a red one. He puts one in each hand, and holds them out to Neo. The rest is tattooed to the consciousness of a whole generation of redpill neo-Neos.

How many of us watched that scene and felt something we had never experienced before?  A celluloid-induced deja vu that removed us from our virtual reality and illuminated a higher system of truth about the nature of our earthly experience? 

But it was fleeting. Because then we went back to school or work or whatever occupied our days and remembered only that we had seen The Matrix, not that we were living in it.

It’s no wonder. Because after Morpheus’ description of the hi-tech stockade we are living in, there was no explanation of how to get out.  Neo mastered the Matrix by leveling up his combat and parkour skills in response to Morpheus’ monotone provocations to “let it all go, Neo. Fear…doubt…and disbelief. Free your mind…” 

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It became impractical nonsense. Necessarily.

Because that is precisely the engine that drives (successful) third acts of modern science fiction cinema. To be commercially viable, The Matrix had to be an action film, not a treatise on the mystical ladder out of terrestrial bondage. 

So once again, humanity was shown their prison, but not given a key.

Two years later, planes smashed into the World Trade Center and we entered an entirely new paradigm that placed the enemy firmly within the terrestrial framework. In the vacuum created by the War on Terror, there simply was no bandwidth for adventurist mysticism which frames the struggle of humanity against an external force that uses violence and dualism to keep them divided and enslaved.

But now, two decades later, we are moving into a highly dangerous phase of our history and there is an urgency to engineer a civilizational paradigm shift that will break us out of this holographic cocoon.

One that integrates an ancient and secret system of rungs on a mystical ladder that provides a map and path out of what, in the eyes of the great (r)evolutionary mystics, is a highly developed illusion designed to keep us locked within this third dimension that is ruled by time and space.

What will be the next installment in the reality jailbreak series launched by Plato 2400 years ago?

 

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I used to like the Red Book for the pictures, until I decided to read it (2)

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The subject of countless songs, poems, books, and expressions, the soul is probably the most referenced and least understood aspect of the human experience. 

Think of all you have ever read or been taught about the soul.  What are some of the words that come to mind?  Mysterious. Immortal.  Ethereal.  Spiritual.  Individual.  Subconscious.  It evokes a sense of the unknown at the same time that it seemingly forms a direct part of our most core identity.

In his Red Book, Carl Jung recounted a journey toward his own recognition of the soul’s primacy, and as a driver for all that is experienced in the worldly world, writing:

I shall learn that my soul finally lies behind everything.

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I too have come to the conclusion that the soul is the most critical component of this giant apparatus that directly connects us to the divine. But it was not an easy one to reach. For the soul is in many ways abstracted and hidden by the spectacular illusions of the physical plane. And, it is not something we are explicitly taught about in the realms of formal education, organized religion, and especially science.

As a cartographer of the collective unconscious, Jung had every assurance that he had attained a superior perspective – one that would eventually be classified as scientific – on the forces and archetypes that populate and condition the human psyche.  But as he began his descent into his own personal madness, traced eternally for us in the Red Book, the scientist began to discover vast rifts between his objective observation and his mystical experience:

I thought and spoke much of the soul. I knew many learned words for her.  I had judged her and turned her into a scientific object.  I did not consider that my soul cannot be the object of my judgment and knowledge; much more are my judgment and knowledge the objects of my soul. Therefor the spirit of the depths forced me to speak to my soul, to call upon her as a living and self-existing being. I had to become aware that I had lost my soul.

Looking back at what he, and the greater part of the intellectual society, had identified and classified as the soul, Jung writes:

I had to accept that what I had previously called my soul was not at all my soul but a dead system.

Let’s remember that Jung was creating the Red Book in the shadow of the Scientific Revolution.  The motto of the time was still owned by Descartes, who put everything on the saddle of cognition when he wrote I think, therefor I am.  In this respect, the ‘soul mechanics’ that Jung was surfacing in his shamanic states put him at direct odds with the time.  The idea of the soul as some cosmic portal burrowed deep in the biological architecture of man was unreconcilable.

No wonder he never wanted the Red Book published.

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Before Jung began his own inward journey, he placed the soul as a mind-driven phenomenon as well.  Though he did believe it was a real feature of the human condition.  But once he entered that long night of his search for meaning beyond the physical realm, he discovered the transfiguring force of a thing that was part conjurer, part guru:

You took away where I thought to take hold, and you gave me where I did not expect anything and time and again you’ve brought about fate from new and unexpected quarters.   Where I sowed, you robbed me of the Harvest, and where I did not sow, you gave me fruit a hundredfold. And time and again I lost the path and found it again where I would never have foreseen it. You upheld my belief when I was alone and near despair.

At every decisive moment you let me believe in myself.

For those who wholeheartedly decide to take up the path, the soul becomes our silent but unwaveringly patient guide into an experience that has no relation to the world most people inhabit.  One in which we lose all interest and hunger for the rewards of this earthly plane:

He whose desire turns away from other things, reaches the place of the Soul.  If he does not find the soul, the horror of emptiness will overcome him and fear will drive him with a whip lashing time again in a desperate and ever and a blind desire for the hollow things of the world.

He could find his soul and desire itself, but not in the objects of desire.

Jung had become the servant of his soul.  But not as some penitent pilgrim under the sway of a commanding and judgmental Lord.  Not at all.  This realization was the most transcendent of all because he realized that he was, at the highest level of identity, the “expression and symbol of the Soul.”

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For the mystical aspirant, the promise of this level of soul-integration is an invitation to initiation. As Jung discovered, it is a deeply isolating and wholly internal process; one that could not have been directed to me from something outside of his being.

You know this shit is true because it is your soul, itself, that is beckoning you.  And testing you at the same time.

How hard is faith! If you take a step toward your soul, you will at first miss the meeting. You will believe that you have sunk into meaninglessness, into Eternal disorder. You’ll be right! Nothing will deliver you from disorder and meaninglessness, since this is the other half of the world.

And its the only half of the world that I now want to explore.

This is the second part of a series about Jung’s Red Book, the first of which is here.

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