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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.

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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. 

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.  

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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 their 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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wonder junkies

Loved by the sun I wear my dreams on the sleeve

Shot full of starlight, I’m a wonder junkie.

Don’t blame the children, they learned it from me

Loved by the starlight I’m a wonder junkie.

orbis integra

i was asked by my visionary brother GMUNK to write some bio-cosmic copy for the intro to his new project: orbis integra.  have a look at the production stills, such a next paradigm execution.  with deep bows to all who participated in this…

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Technicolor nebula swirl like cyclones across a sub-atomic realm. An endless stream of geometries sequence through the stratification of an atmospheric order that signals life. This is the primordial inception of a new world, in a preternatural cosmos.

GMUNK’s Orbis Integra maps an evolutionary thrust through the surfacing momentum of a biological process. We’re in an ephemeral realm, where the material and non-material churn together like the clash of two infinite oceans.

Change is constant and violent in this time/space continuum. But there is order here.A sonar intelligence births the foundation for all creation. Vibrations seize the membrane, conducting the shimmering imminence of a push outward. The particles become tentacles reaching for some unknown perimeter. With the force of a coronal mass ejection, a conscious part searching for its unconscious whole. Stardust floats in a primordial wave. Clashing against the physics of predestination, gravity reveals the molecular pattern that is our emergent code.

Orbis Integra witnesses the unleashing of a world in which there is a willful, conscious impulse in nature. Where the cymatic phenomena are experienced as transitory objects. Kinetic monuments that show us the shape of a frequency that would otherwise remain invisible. Unperceived. Unknown.

this reality is not primary

I received a few questions and challenges posed to my Mystical Trump post.  One of them gives me the chance to answer them all.  It comes from AM:

“Interesting. I’m trying to think about it in terms of the relationship between the market and society in Polanyi’s Great Transformation. The idea that the two realms aren’t really separate, but rather society’s response to crisis in the market makes the continuation of capitalist markets possible. So seeing them in a dialectical relationship.

In this context I guess my question would be a somewhat basic one: in what ways does or doesn’t a move towards inward non-opposition perpetuate the dialectical relationship between seemingly oppositional forces?”

This is a great question, and it is where it gets a little complicated. The core plank of my position lies in this graf:

what i would suggest however, in the context of (r)evolutionary mysticism is that we not feed into that binary impulse that drives those groups who are currently engineering reality for the great part of the world.  but rather, that we consider that by opposing things with the intent of destroying them, we edify them in the process.

The simple answer to your question lies in the nature of dialectics. In its purest form, a dialectic is a discourse between differing points of view on a subject.  In the case of political or social conflict, it is the semantic expression of a chaotic sine wave.

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So in the pure mathematical/physics context, if we occupy the polar viewpoint to our ‘opposition,’ and we are engaged in a dialectical process, then we are an implicit participant and driver of the opponent’s momentum and identity.  It follows then that if we simply abandon our positions and thus remove the binary curvature in the wave’s force/resistance, it will have the effect of collapsing the entire structure.

But that is a fallacy.

One has only to look at history to know that there have been times when hatred and anti-humanism have marshaled enough force to very nearly approach world domination if not for the willful opposition of an opposing force.  

In some cases agents of change have been able to destroy all opposition so that they simply become the structure of reality themselves. They become the new paradigm, and the dialectic continues, within the parameters established by the new order.

This is very much what has happened to the world post-Industrial Revolution, and why Polanyi is able to make him point, that in the capitalist paradigm, even opposition feeds the capitalist enterprise.

I am proposing something very different here.  Going inward is not simply about becoming silent and meditating oneself into an innocuous trance.  No. Not at all.

When I write about (r)evolutionary mysticism, I am invoking an ancient practice that is more akin to alchemy than non-violent opposition.  This is the stuff of the mystery schools who were forced underground for millennia because of the (real and perceived) threat they posed to those who ruled humanity on the material plane.  You can find the substance of this deeply subversive thinking through history from Plato, Hermes, Meister Eckhart, and then the modern mystics like Mabel Collins and Helena Blavatsky.

In this line of (r)evolutionary thinking, the reality we are experiencing is not primary.  It is a recipient realm, which receives the projection – much limited and distorted by virtue of the time/space confinements of 3D – of a higher, more true source. And it is from this realm that we can connect our earthly consciousness to attain incredibly powerful transmutational power.  Power which will not simply neutralize the forces of hatred and fear which we ‘oppose’, but transform them through the vibrational frequency that we attain in our alignment with, and tuning to, the primary, non-material realm.

If we simply ‘oppose’ Trump from within the confines of the same paradigm, we are still locked in the same structure and what you get is another crest in the wave without ever transmuting the generators that created him.  (Hence, the 50 year dialectic of Carter-Bush-Clinton-Bush-Obama-Trump).

So this is what I am talking about when I say, in my Mystical Trump piece, that we should:

vanish into the interior realm, where true generative power resides.

But of course, knowing how to connect with and channel a new paradigmatic vibration is not a simple thing.  And it is not something that is taught.  But, I will tell you, it is something we know innately to do.  Just as much as we know that sitting near a 1000 year old redwood nourishes us more than hugging a telephone pole.  But we must be willing to let go of the primacy of this plane, and all its amazing spectacles, in order to bring in the new/ancient thing that is what we are all so hungry for.

Let’s bring it back to Trump.

This is a phenomena that is being generated by people who are responding to a perceived threat. The campaign was driven by a system of phobias that essentially create an ‘us vs them’ dynamic which was enough to position Trump as a savior for the millions of Americans who feel deep-seated frustration and anger at their diminished economic and social agency.

The reality is that what these people are experiencing is real.  And what Steve Bannon and the Trump team did was take that anger and channel it into a campaign that reflected it back in order to create a force of energy that would propel them to a electoral victory.

(r)evolutionary mysticism is not concerned with opposing these people.  It is not concerned with opposing Trump or Steve Bannon or whatever other interchangeable body suit the ruling paradigm throws up to sustain its steady march toward oblivion.

It is concerned with a solution that is appealing to the deepest facets of all humanity.  It is about ending the dialectic we are currently trapped in and establishing an entirely new playing field.  Call it paradigm shift, call it a spiritual awakening, call it the solution to quantum physics’ search for a unifying theory.

Mysticism is based on the belief that we are in a place in which we are unable to feel the innate interconnectedness of all things, but that we all emanate from the same creative energetic field, and that is something we very simplistically call ‘love’.

And there is no cleaner and purer and more profoundly transformative vibration than love.  But ‘love’ as we experience it on the material plane is a mere fragment of its computational and transmutational power in the non-material realm.  What I have experienced in my own limited journeys to the primary realm is so beautiful and massive and ancient and futuristic… it is like a wave of creative potential that has the power to sink all of these zero-sum antiquated architectures and simultaneously float all boats to a new kind of world that we have only ever dreamed about.  And it is just as real as everything we are experiencing now.

You just have to close your eyes,

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stars

before light

and before time

before the sun and the moon and the stars

clouds and horses

daisies and butterflies

before summer and before rain

before diamonds and rockets and the Rolling Stones

before there was any thing…

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there was the sound:

a single chord that emitted from a tear in the unitary unmaterialized fabric of the All

coded with a wish for the none to become one and the one to become many, this sound became a vibration and this vibration became a pulse and this pulse became a directional momentum of such desire that it exploded into the creation of everything that is and ever was:

a universe of galaxies, constellations, planets, organisms, beings and states of being

so vast and wide, that in the remotest corner of the farthest galaxy, the original sound was forgotten

until now.

this (r)evolution


3d2179d8adfb86ba0076dbcae6a1e0cbI’m not sure when it first began.
 It was always a voice within my psyche from my earliest days, and it has grown louder over the years:  The sensation deep within me that something transformative is going to happen in my lifetime.  Not just in my own personal story, but in the long narrative of our human species.

Of course, it’s become cliché to talk about the millennial angst of imminent apocalypse.  The prophecies and predictions are natural curiosities for this time of uncertainty.  But I’m talking about something much more hopeful.  A metamorphosis, a civilization-wide transition, that intrinsically alters the world and my place within it.   

I know that I am not alone in this awareness.  People of all cultures have been experiencing the same anticipation.  For some, it is the feeling of dread and loss.  For, others, a sense of optimism and relief.  It all depends on what kind of story they believe in.  And in what way it will shape our future.

But this process cannot be engineered by people who are not committed to undergoing a process of transmutation and evolution.  It cannot be driven by those who still work within the confines of an old paradigm that is dualistic and adversarial to the very force of nature that will be the guiding impulse of the new earth.

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This will require a kind of willful forgetting of everything we think to be true about our reality and the nature of our beings.  Coupled with a remembering of something so ancient and futuristic, so terrestrial and cosmic, that we suddenly begin to surface an awareness of something within us that exists beyond time and space.

I have embarked on this journey. And I say very carefully: embarked.  I am so aware that I am at the beginning of something that I may never finish in this lifetime, that I know I have been inoculated from the inclination to preach about what I am finding here, in this deeply magical and mystical space.  The only thing I want to say is that it is a process of healing.

And that is all it is. That is all it will ever be.

Because once I had begun this process of self-healing, I rediscovered that same unwavering sense that a new world is being born.  Only this time, it was no longer a quiet signal emitting from some distant part of my self.  Now, it came as a powerful beacon with the offer of a journey.  One that steered me to a new understanding of myself and, ultimately, of the innate power that we all have to create the new world that is our inheritance.

This blog is about that journey.  It is about the mystics and their philosophies who helped me to find my way from terrestrial blindness to high-altitude perspective.  More than anything, it is about a set of laws which have been in existence for thousands of years, but which no more than a handful of us were able to accept as canons. 

And which we all now must. 

It is my firmest conviction that unless a critical mass of our human civilization undergo a fundamental shift in the way we understand ourselves, and the spiritual dimension in which we operate, then we will go the way of the apocalyptic prophecies.  But if we can steer our way toward adopting a new consciousness, as our species has done at so many critical moments in its evolution, then there is a chance that we will manifest that very future that has been living inside of me, and so many others, for so long.

In its broadest sense, this (r)evolution implies the acceptance of a responsibility as divine beings with infinite creative power. One that begins with self-knowledge and evolves into the transmission of clean thoughts, words, and actions which impact and transform the physical plane.

It requires that we each embark on a vigilant and sustained process of self repair, thereby changing the vibration of the world one person at a time, until we have reached a critical mass and initiated an energetic paradigm shift in the consciousness of our human civilization.

We begin by learning who we are, and what we are not.  Our goal is very simple:

Materialize the spiritual. 

Are you with me?

the sadhu and the cave

Tell me about the dream.

I am sitting in the mouth of some cave high up above a rushing river.  It’s India, I know because of the woman in front of me. She’s a sadhu. A holy woman. Her forehead is painted ash white with a smear of crimson across her brow.

Dawn must have just broken because it’s fucking freezing and I’m bundled in a blanket. And my face is wet from the mist which billows in from the clouds which are still lifting from the cliffs.

I am waiting for the old woman to speak.  But I have no idea what I am doing there or what I have come to hear.

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What does she say?

Nothing, for a long time. But then she starts to hiss and shudder and it scares the shit out of me. And then she just says:

“What of you then?”

“What of me?” I throw back, but wearily.

“You are of the time,” she says wincing so that her face paint cracks into an ancient desert floor.

“Tell me of the time.” I whisper. And a sense of mortal dread haunts my gut.

Then the sadhu opens her eyes, piercing the darkness with two sparks of pure white light.

“This is the time. When two beings shall pass in the street. For one, the world is dying.  For the other, it is just being born.  And neither shall be able to see to the nother.”

I wait for a moment, trying to hold back the only question I know to ask:

“And which am I?”

Suddenly I feel my eyes being shut by some terrible force.  I try to keep them open but that fight lasts only a few seconds before I am plunged into a vast, impenetrable darkness. Beyond time and space.

Can you describe it?

It’s not just a place void of light, but one that is filled with what feels like infinite, inescapable nothingness. And yet this nothingness has some all-pervasive identity.  It’s hard to describe. But to say that it’s like a form of self. A knowing. An awareness. And I’m being fucking crushed by this sensation that…

That what…?

That there is nothing else. That everything comes from this. And that it is… me. Not me as my self.  But me as a fractal component of everything that exists.  And I know it is asking me to surrender.  But I don’t want to.

Why not?

Because this is something close to death.

Is that the end?

No. I can hear my voice ask the question again. “Which one am I?”

And I hear her voice too, but now its coming from somewhere inside of me.  She’s asking, “Do you see me?”

And suddenly it’s over and I’m back in that cave. And I want to answer, but I can’t speak. Because what I know for my self is the truth and it’s the most definitive thing, the most awful and saddest thing I think I have ever seen.

What do you see?

Nothing.  Nothing at all.

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[The core theme is the quote above that comes from a prophecy that in the end times humans will be divided into those who have chosen to fight for and perish within the system they believe to be ‘true’ and those who understand that there is an entirely new reality beyond the grasp of their intellect… but which they must believe in before they can inhabit it. And that in that time of this choice, we literally will not be able to see the other (because we’ll be vibrating at such different spiritual frequencies).]