Saturday, December 22, 2007

Taking the Cosmic Bus Out for a Joyread

Say man, back again Bo Diddley. DL is still on the DL with the ManFlu. Yeah, Bobby's 'neath the bed sheets maxin' out the cold meds. I think he's planning to lay low and not post this weekend to preserve his delicate coonstitution -- who knows, maybe even just "play out" the Christmas season. I don't know. Looks to me like he's enjoying the pseudoephedrine a little too much. I don't think you're supposed to crush it and mix it with your beer.

This time he didn't leave me or anybody else in charge, so I'm gonna just slip on in the back door while your other man's away, so don't you tell nobody and let's keep our bidness to ourselves, okay? Colonel Beaglehole tells me that many musicians of his acquaintance -- purveyors of R & B music in the American negro tradition -- insist that love is that much better when you're stealin' it.

I guess I won't comment on that, but why don't we blogjack the Cosmos together and see if we can't pillage the celestial village and loot a little light? You know, let's commandeer the big blue bus, head down thunder road, and find out if heaven really is waiting on down the tracks, no? Ain't no big thing. We'll put it back when we're done. Petey's behind the karmic wheel, Dupree's ridin' shitgrin, and I got the transdimensional woohoo map in my trembling hands, so we're in for a guffah-ha! experience. Driver, where you takin' us? Destination O!

Hell, let's throw away the map, bust open the dawn, and plunge this thing into uberjive!

You know what I'm like without Bob's bloated ego in the way? I'm like a bright and gory sun god cast upon an alien shore, that's what, like some tropic of cancer survivor. Yes, immortal am I, a visitor from that dark backward abysm of time before time. I am that which has never been soiled by tongue or pen or keyboard, the fire and the sacrifice, first born among the dead, within you and without you; that being, the size of an academia nut but larger than the cosmos that gave him the gift of tenure, dwelling in the lotus of the heart, unborn body of the bodiless one, dark rays shining from a midnight sun, your phase before you were bearthed an begaialed, empty tomb of a deathlaz child!

Indeed, I am all these things with Bob out of the way!

An invocation for our journey:

O creator, O sustainer, O destroyer, only seer of the whole cataphatologue, comptroller of our moral bank account -- O illuminating Sun, fountain of life for all creatures and creators, let my handful of readers merge with some helpful heartwholed tips!

I'm here to tell you that you come into this world with all sorts of implicit knowledge of its deep spiritual structure. Everything you need to know, really, except that you've forgotten it. So the purpose of a spiritual practice is to help you remember it, okay? It's not new stuff. Rather, it's a refresher course designed to engage... let's call them your "hyperdimensional preconceptions," which are like empty archetypal categories that you must fill in with experience.

No, this is not deja voodoo, then again, I suppose it is. You know that feeling when the transdimensional key meshes perfectly with the nonlocal tumblers, don't you? You gotta pay attention to stuff like that, brothers and sisters. That's as close as most of you are gonna get to a burning bush. And trust me, you didn't stumble upon that key or the Order of Raccoons by accident. Rather, both down here and up there (way up yonder, 'bove yo' haid) like attracts like, which is only one of the basic laws of the cosmos. So be very careful who you are, since you're usually going to get what and meet whom you deserve, if not today, then over the long hell.

You see, as I believe Bob mentioned in One Cosmos, you're always depositing little seeds in the ground of eternity, day by day and moment by moment. All these seeds are therefore maturing at different times. So it's not as if you can be an a-hole your whole life, accept someone -- anyone -- as your "personal savior," and then automatically uproot all those seeds you planted over the years. Sorry. Doesn't work like that. Yes, you will hopefully start planting good seed at that point, but it would be a gross cosmic injustice -- not to mention an arbitrary violation of the moral law -- to give you a free pass on all that bad stuff you brought into the world and upon yourself and others.

Now, don't get me wrong. As you plant those new seeds, they will help you bear what you have coming to you with grace and equanimity -- they will give you the strength to bear your cross, but you still have to bear it if you want to grow, and equally importantly, understand what's happening to you while you do. Spiritual maturity means re-penting or turning around and accepting responsibility, not obliterating it. These folks who think they have a free moral pass are just sanctimonious cosmic cheaters, that's all. They give us the willies. It's why normal people think Mike Huckabee is a creepy person who appeals to creepy robots. It just gives ammo to the adversary, since it allows media elites to caricature religious believers.

Buddy, when you begin a serious spiritual practice, that's when your problems begin, not end. But there are naturally compensations. First of all, your suffering is transposed to a higher key and conferred a cosmic meaning and significance which makes it much easier to bear. Secondly, your cosmos expands, both in terms of spatial "depth" and temporal "width," in such a way that you'd never want to go back down to the cramped quarters of 3D. Thirdly, as you deal with the unfolding consequences of your samskara monsters and mind parasites, suffering is converted to power. Call it sophering if you like -- the painful forging of wisdom -- or perhaps the agni and the ecstasy (agni is the spiritual fire which consumes our impurities, written about by everyone from Augustine to Saint John of the Cross to Sri Aurobindo; it is a true constant in the spiritual testimony of the Maestros).

In a way, you are transitioning from the lower world of fate to the higher world of providence, even though, so long as you are in the material world, you cannot entirely eliminate the former. However, it can certainly be mitigated.

To put it another way, one of the central purposes of a spiritual practice is to help you "rise above" fate and align your being with providence, which is the "polar opposite" of fate. Someone who lives their life by mindlessly propagating all those bad seeds is essentially a slave to both randomness and fate -- and therefore meaninglessness. In other words, not only are they living "randomly" in the moment, but they are guaranteeing that bad things will keep happening to them in the future that "appear" random. Even though you are creating realities that cause you pain, you will often not see the connection because of the time lag and because of various levels of interaction and influence -- especially in a secularized world in which one is taught that the most fundamental laws that govern the cosmos are "superstitions" or "magical thinking."

Again, the alternative to this view pervades fundamentalism and new-ageism, both of which teach a false doctrine about the "intentionality" of thought -- as if your thoughts create your reality in a mechanical and instantaneous way. Of course this is true in degrees and in the long run, but it all has to do with the depth and persistence of the thoughts, plus whether or not they are aligned with the cause of causes, the Ultimate Real. Just staring into the mirror each day and telling yourself I'm a good person, God loves me, and I deserve some slack will generally get you nowhere. Rather, the thoughts must be rooted in being, and you cannot fool mother being or father begetting.

Again, this is where a mature spiritual practice engages you: on the level of being, not just knowing -- or (n) vs. (k). No memorized creed, no matter how sublime, will have any transformational impact unless it becomes part of one's psychic substance. It cannot be a mechanistic superimposition of (k) on O. Indeed, the purpose of, say, the Christian creed, is to memorialize this cosmic law, not to magically eradicate it. This is one of the major reasons so much contemporary religious thought is so superficial, and why it does not appeal to serious or deep people. Their souls tell them it is a lie, but they don't realize there is a truth out there, so they reject the whole innerprize. But there can be no counterfunny money if the real gag doesn't exist.

As fate is opposed to providence, randomness is opposed to purpose and meaning. This appears to be a paradox, since "fate" has the connotation of something that happens mechanically and automatically (as opposed to randomly), as believed by the Mohammedans. But the whole point is that by aligning oneself with providence, one may gradually lift oneself out of the mechanical stream of cause and effect, and avoid the fickle middle finger of randomness and fate. It's like tilting the cosmic pawnball machine, so you don't have to be one.

Another way of saying it is that the purpose of a spiritual practice is to cultivate truly free will, which, to the extent that it is free, is "above" the blind mechanical play of cosmic forces. But free will is only truly free when it is aligned with the purposes of the Creator, which creates an automatic descent of grace, as most of you know. Thus another paradox -- by giving up freedom one finds it, and by surrendering to providence one mitigates fate. In contrast, exclusive reliance upon the fallen will "feels" subjectively free, but it will just generate randomness and chaos in the long run (although many, if not most, people try in some sense to align themselves with the Good, True, and Beautiful, so to that extent, the saving grace will operate in their lives even without their knowledge).

Well, I guess it's time to sign off again. Sounds like Bob is about to stir, and I don't want him to know we were in here messing around. Let me just add that many of these thoughts were inspired by Bolton's Keys of Gnosis, which I hope I have playgiarized and rewordgitated with my own psychic substance as it trickled its way down here. Although I am ultimately responsible for this post, any errors are still Bob's fault. I'm outta here.

*****
One of our favorite Christmas tunes. Pretty impressive how they recreate the whole Spectorian wall of sound in that little TV studio:

17 Comments:

Blogger Robin Starfish said...

"...which I hope I have playgiarized and rewordgitated with my own psychic substance as it trickled its way down here."

More like a bursting flood if you ask me.

"Rave on, down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on words on printed page

Rave on, you left us infinity
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild abandon
Uptempo, frenzied heels"

-Van Morrison

12/22/2007 11:03:00 AM  
Anonymous Bob's Unconscious said...

"Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool

Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on on Mr. Yeats,
Rave on down through thy Holy Rosey Cross
Rave on down through theosophy and the Golden Dawn
Rave on through the writing of A Vision

Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on..."

This is the best version, although a newly remastered edition should be coming out some time next year...

12/22/2007 11:18:00 AM  
Blogger walt said...

65 million people on the move this weekend, but hovering around One Cosmos still seems like "the ONE place to be," if you know what I mean. And I think you do, since I learned it here!

Bob's Unconscious mused:
"...one of the central purposes of a spiritual practice is to help you "rise above" fate and align your being with providence..."

"Align your being."
Now, that's a phrase worthy of plumbing!

Already I am wondering: about the future of Bob's Unconscious. I know: future/past - it's all the same; but assuming Bob recovers ... will Un-con be warming the bench again? It seems to me that the dude can play!

12/22/2007 12:51:00 PM  
Blogger NoMo said...

Diggin' that crazy vibe today...smoooooth. And the soundtrack - sweet. There was a soundtrack wasn't there? Well I sure heard it as I read. Angels hoverin' - maybe it was their wings.

12/22/2007 01:54:00 PM  
Anonymous Petey said...

There are strange things happening every day
I hear music up above my head
Fill me up with your wonder
Give me my rapture today --Van

12/22/2007 01:58:00 PM  
Blogger julie said...

"It seems to me that the dude can play!"

Me too!

12/22/2007 02:02:00 PM  
Anonymous tsebring said...

"Someone who lives their life by mindlessly propagating all those bad seeds is essentially a slave to both randomness and fate -- and therefore meaninglessness. In other words, not only are they living "randomly" in the moment, but they are guaranteeing that bad things will keep happening to them in the future that "appear" random."

Yes, like the ballooning numbers of obese and type-2 diabetic folks, who often have other bad karma like high blood pressure, high cholesterol, bad liver enzymes, etc, and, who, if you look at their lifestyles, have significantly contributed to their own coming demise. Yes, they can to a great degree reverse the effects by adopting a less toxic lifestyle, but to some extent, especially if the abuse has a long history, the damage has been done. And yet I seem to hear a lot of these folks clamoring for cures to these conditions and better insurance coverage, like there is some magic bullet that can erase years of abuse to their bodies. It's more of the entitlement mentality and the failure of people to take personal responsibility, which liberalism helps to propagate. And when there are what seem to be great awakenings about health, it more often than not is driven by charlatans spewing out pseudo-science books or bogus drugs, preying upon those of us who truly want to change the gloomy picture of our medical futures ourselves.

I'm not necessarily condemning unhealthy people as immoral or evil; I myself have a few of those very conditions, and my past lifestyle is the biggest reason. I'm just saying, as Bob's stand-in is, that we really have no leg to stand on if we demand that medical science make us better when it is us that is making ourselves sick. In the end, like living spiritually, it comes down to hard work and discipline and pain; there really aren't any shortcuts. But that's how we grow.

12/22/2007 02:53:00 PM  
Anonymous Bob's unconscious said...

tsebring:

Very good point. In another book, Bolton mentions that one of the spiritually perilous aspects of our day and age is that we can imagine that we are free from the moral consequences of our actions. I immediately thought of how AIDS treatments are causing an alarming return of the very behavior responsible for it.

12/22/2007 03:02:00 PM  
Blogger NoMo said...

I'm in Love, Darlene!

12/22/2007 03:19:00 PM  
Anonymous at in la said...

ok, i have a nearly finished script that i would love bob's unconscious to assess. whaddya say?

12/22/2007 03:42:00 PM  
Blogger Joan of Argghh! said...

I tried to say many of these very same things last night. The words were tumbling out of me faster than my mind could corral them...

The Original Thought is still producing, and upholding all creation. It Thought a me and I became an other thought, separated and yet...knowing where I came from...such a lovely paradox of mind and matter and providence and ...what a strange commodity is the free will...and within the freedom of that Original Thought, freely thunk, I too, can create with a thought, but only if it aligns with what was Already There.

I think...

[Confucius said, "Everything has been thought of before; the difficulty is to think of it again."]

12/22/2007 04:27:00 PM  
Anonymous tsebring said...

Bob's Unconscious,
Yes, I was going to mention the AIDS thing along with the obesity/type 2 diabetes issue. I guess I kind of still harbor an irrational fear of being trucked off to a gulag in North Korea by the PC Gestapo if I was to mention AIDS in such a non-PC context. Thankfully I seem to be losing that fear slowly but surely, thanks in part to this blog and the Kool Koons that inhabit it.

12/22/2007 04:32:00 PM  
Anonymous jwm said...

Now, don't get me wrong. As you plant those new seeds, they will help you bear what you have coming to you with grace and equanimity -- they will give you the strength to bear your cross, but you still have to bear it if you want to grow, and equally importantly, understand what's happening to you while you do. Spiritual maturity means re-penting or turning around and accepting responsibility, not obliterating it.

Damn, Bob that one put a lump in my throat. I seem to be taking this very medicine by the tablespoon these days. I haven't posted anything in quite a while, but I haven't missed a post or comments. There is more to say than I have space or words for. I am grateful that you all are here. Blessings to all in this Christmas season. Special thanks to Will and Dilys for ringing bells and lighting lights.

JWM

12/22/2007 10:46:00 PM  
Anonymous Van said...

JWM

Now there's three initial's I'm very pleased to see.

12/23/2007 12:05:00 AM  
Anonymous Van said...

Finally figured out a way to comment, blogger's changed something and screwed it up for signing in on PocketPCz... but now too tired to.
Bummer... great post today....

12/23/2007 12:14:00 AM  
Anonymous shantisha said...

Yeah baby! Gimme some mo dat Bo Diddly. Reminds me ah mah ole Granpappy.

12/23/2007 02:12:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

...a little dead threading, as they say at LGF.

Van:
Thanks for the kind word. :)

JWM

12/23/2007 10:39:00 AM  

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