cosmic humor

so .,.. there is this sort of committee, whose main offices are a very tall castle in Faerie, yet it also has the deepest dungeons …. the chairmanship, as it were, rotates according to the spiritual lunar cycles, which are – being non-material – perfect spacial figures, composed of layers of ellipsoid tori (plural of torus) involutions, kin to Russian nested dolls with a regularity that the physicists in Cern would kill for.

They have many names, Coyote, Raven, Loki … geni of the trickster spirits ….

While it is unseemly to some of the celestial hierarchies, the dwellers, – in dank caves and other dark places – do engage in making wagers … can we really imagine Immortals watching our folly, and not trying to guess which way we will jump.

on occasion, they do get to nudge an event in a certain direction, although the “arts” committees often drop out of time and space, so they can argue all manner of nuances as regards the texture of the music on the loom of human existence, as moment … becomes moment …becomes moment …

which we call history … or past, or future … forgetting that folly is always now … oft times continuous …

they do love Trump. Such a chaotic, well trained from youth to be the chief so-called “monkey wrench” in the games of wealth and power … so much karma, such beautiful horror, such terrible drama …

this moment, when I was able to visit them (a dangerous kind of play), they were considering the United States Senate, especially the Republicans. Loki, who fancies some familiarity with Shakespeare, was trying to suggest that Trump was the modern Caesar, much in need of death by … well, in this now it will be by words, will it not …

Coyote was placing bets on the Oscars, deeming those arts more influential than all the madmen everywhere in the world, shaking their fists, so angry that their thoughts become gross spittle for the minds who must endure them …

Raven was betting on the Super Bowl, while being accused https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SiUNdkIwzQ of cheating, a more or less true virtue (artistic effect) of which the Edelman catch in Superbowl 51, when the Patriots came from 25 points behind to win, had a special place in all their hearts.

Hard surprises were their tasks … and a good pratfall from unwarranted heights a specialty … so many volunteers too, the lower ego so easily led by its appetites into disaster …

The Madness of King Trump

The Madness of King Trump.

It would be nice – for some at any rate – to blame world conditions on America, and on the current occupant of the White House.

Such a view, while perhaps emotionally satisfying, will not help anyone find their Way through the dire and dangerous waters we all must sail, during the Birth of the Third Millennium.

Trump is not the only “Nero” loose in the world – fiddling and game playing from seats of earthly power. Meanwhile, the obvious signs of the times suggest Western Civilization is ending, and the Nero-folk cling to their power, in part because … well that’s the question isn’t it.

Aspects of that power requires that the people they rule/serve agree – that is, when oppressed peoples are not burning down the house … this reveals a kind of passive aggressive consent.

Just to make this less abstract. American has Trump. Russian has Putin. China has Xi Jinking. North Korea has Kim Jong-un. Iran has Ali Khamenei. Turkey has Erdogan. A long list of power hungry professional liars, that goes on and on and on.

Then there are the multi-national corporations, and their successfully anonymous owners in the world of high finance.

Now … while a dominant religion of our time is scientific materialism (all is matter, there is no spirit), most places in the world have a deep religious history, such that leaders tend to have to pretend to follow their cultural treasures.

I use the word treasures, because clearly there is rich heritage everywhere in the world. At the same time, there is a spiritual core to modern events, that if understood rightly may enable the folk at the allegedly social-bottom to have an expected influence.

By the way, and I don’t mean modern religions, but rather the much more ancient Earth-religions, that recognizes spirits of the household, of the weather, of the fertility of the earth, and better yet, of the futility of seeking power over others.

Everywhere the oldest stories notice the folly that arises when one human being seeks to dominate another. Many of us know the tale of “the Emperor’s New Clothes”. Even the anonymous financiers with their billion dollar yachts, dozens of homes, private armies, and personal foreign policies … all live delusional lives, finding they are never satisfied – always hungry for more.

They are moral children and should be pitied.

I cannot speak for the deeps of most of the world’s ancient Earth-religions, but given that I am a “white-privileged, Christian, son of Montana, American citizen, shaman, and professional heretic”, I have been helped to discover/speaking to/of the hidden depths of Christianity for over two decades now.

Next I will reference that of those works, which might help folk see the light at the end of the tunnel of modern political madness.

First, in my most recent book: “The Art of God – an actual theory of Everything”, I point out that the world is not about religions, philosophies, ruler-ship, … the world is about the individual human beings, the children of the Divine Mystery, who in Christianity are invited to imagine that the prodigal child can return home to a feast.

http://ipwebdev.com/hermit/artofgod.html

Lest ye become again as little children, believe in magic, and dance with fairies, you cannot return to the kingdom of heaven that lives inside you.

https://thecollectiveimagination.com/

In my first book: “the Way of the Fool – the conscious development of our human character, and the future* of Christianity – both to be born of the natural union of Faith and Gnosis.” I write of Moral Grace, Freedom, and, Love, as teachings that find us right in the circle and trials of our individual biography. We don’t need to go on retreat in the mountains or the desert, with initiates, gurus, and masters, because our life – itself – is the best teacher by far.

http://ipwebdev.com/hermit/twotf.html

Two books: the Book of Life; and, the Book of the Own Soul. They go together, for we ride the seas of outer world challenges, at the same time as we encounter the inner invisible storms of doubt and despair.

Think globally (understand what the whole is up to), and act locally (each of us has possibilities within the reach of our own will). Will the good. Think with the heart. And trust the overly dramatic hysterical drama on the News-Stuff to the big-picture folk.

She has the whole world in His Hands,

… which from an evolving “Christian” point of view leads to my most important essay: “Saving the Catholic (universal&Christian) Religion from the failing institutional Roman Church … through deepening our understanding of the Third Fatima Prophecy.”

http://ipwebdev.com/hermit/SavingCatholicReligion.html

“ … we saw an Angel with a flaming sword in his left hand; flashing, it gave out flames that looked as though they would set the world on fire; but they died out in contact with the splendor that Our Lady radiated towards him from her right hand: pointing to the earth with his right hand, the Angel cried out in a loud voice: ‘Penance, Penance, Penance!’.

It goes on, describing Catholic religious leaders climbing a hill toward a cross, but first having to go through a city half in ruins …

The birth of the Third Millennium requires a world on fire, with karma, moral choices, confusion, … all of it aspects of the “city half in ruins”, … what I’ve been calling the dying and becoming of Western Civilization.

It is possible to reform the “Church”, but in a way where the leadership is ignored, and the laity is in charge – i.e. from the bottom up. In essence, folk who practice the religion can have great effect, but only if they practice (see the Sermon on the Mount, the bits about judge not; pray in secret; as well as what happens if you build your spiritual – inner – house on rock instead of sand).

For more, see: https://thecollectiveimagination.com/the-great-unsettling-the-3rd-millennium/




a world in denial

This is in response to a New York Times article, where an odd collection of thinkers/movers/shakers/ and other kinds of normal idiots, tell us about the future that is coming.

Most of their views are distopian, at best. https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/12/26/opinion/2020s-future-predictions.html?action=click&module=Opinion&pgtype=Homepage

If we add up the whole set of predictions, in a careful Way, we will note that most of the problems – seen as intractable/unfixable, or otherwise insane and impossible – all this “expert” noise … knows that storms have come, will only worsen, and too much of modern life is built on sand.

Politely, we might say: “Oh gosh, fuck, goddamn motherfucker … it is the end of Western Civilization and we are all in denial of the obvious.

See, that wasn’t so hard to think, was it.

We live in the age of scientific materialism, which is a belief system that holds there is only matter, and spirit is an illusion.

Here’s a question that Way of Thought will have a hard time answering: “Why does materialism believe that only the human being has an interior/invisible to the senses self-aware sentient consciousness?

What, for example, is the spirit of the end of a civilization? The meaning? The point of it all?

In spite of the theories of un-natural science – about Nature lacking consciousness and will – She does. Who do folks think guides the whether of the weather, and the ravages of the four horseman? Blind random chance?

Un-natural materialistic science has only one song, mostly arithmetical in shape. Mathematics tries to prove, but leaves its own genius aside, such as “Godel’s Incompleteness Theorems“.

Google throws up this definition: “Gödel’s incompleteness theorems are two theorems of mathematical logic that demonstrate the inherent limitations of every formal axiomatic system capable of modelling basic arithmetic. … The second incompleteness theorem, an extension of the first, shows that the system cannot demonstrate its own consistency.

Meanwhile over in biology it is believed that the brain is the same as the mind – i.e. something physical has give birth to “consciousness”, which is about as non-physical/ephemeral as is possible.

Our philosophers, unable to challenge physics, ignore what is called qualia (such as the experiences of the senses), and fancy that the mind/brain is a computer made up of stuff that can only be appreciated via quantities. No qualities to existence, only quantities – i.e. number/arithmetical factoids, which Godel proved false.

For a long excursion into details, go here: “I am not my brain – the map is not the territory.”

Western Civilization, and its harbinger of woe – scientific materialism, is not sustainable. Scarcity lurks everywhere and various dictators, are more concerned with the personal powers, than what the fuck is going to come next.

If we were to capture the “SPIRIT” of the situation, we can come to know that Western Civilization is dying into a New Becoming. This climate situation is not well understood, but here is some help for those open minded to the spirit of the times.

https://thecollectiveimagination.com/2019/10/29/tiger-saucy-writes-an-open-letter-to-greta-thunberg/


silent day, holy day

There are folk out there today, who are alone, even in a crowd.


Christmas, for some, has a minefield of memories in which to get lost.
Sorrow and loss we still need though, … to have a special place in our hearts,


“I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel”


Numb … separated … inside … in a sea of jolly old st. nicks, so we wear the happy face, for we do understand and care. Yet, the little moments should be savored …


sipping some rum-eggnog … staring out a window at nothing. sneaking off for a cigarette, … drifting into the kitchen to seize control of the chaos, each nosy pot banging as good as hammer of fire in the mind, …


how often does silence hide fury?


quietly in front of the tv watching the violence of sports …


yet, the season cannot be avoided. with a little bit of grace some moments of joy should touch each heart … moments to not share so much, but as to allow for a breath of wonder …


how to explain the riot of memories … it is not that we have nothing to say, its that we have far too much to say ….

ender’s game

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING “ENDER’S GAME” (a meditation on war, enemies, and love)

Ender sez, as he considers the arts of war, and how to beat an enemy: “I think it is impossible to truly understand someone, and not love them the way they love themselves, but in that moment … you beat them.”

Is “anthroposophy” at war with materialism?

Why is Michael illustrated standing on the neck of the dragon, with a spear poised to impale it?

Steiner’s statue has Christ in the in-between a pair of extremes, … doing what?

Is the devil inside all of us, or just the world outside, such as another person?

Why do human beings hate? Fear?

Do we follow Steiner the way we would follow a military commander?

Christ?Our conscience? Is our conscience our commander? Is it “independent”?

Are we independent of Christ, Michael, Ahriman, Lucifer, the Holy Mother?

Are we at war with the darkness?

Do we understand what we like to call evil?

I had a vision from the Mother once, … It was at the End of more than we can imagine, and Ahriman lay at Her feet weeping, asking for forgiveness for all the awful consequences his nature had rained upon us.

Do we love materialism? Ahriman? Lucifer? The Dragon?

How can we understand what we do not love?

Bean to Ender ,,, remember, the enemies gate is down. Ender to his team, keep falling, let gravity do the work The way we win matters.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ender%27s_Game_(film)

yule tide yearnings

In my spiritual research, into the social-spiritual history of human Earth existence, I discovered a harsh but recurring pattern. Often we do not have something, and then feel the suffering of absence. We yearn for what is missing, and this yearning is the very power by which social-spiritual life changes and evolves over time.

For some folk this sense of loss is more acute. We call them “artists”. Art requires something of the heart, and these feelings need to find expression, but are destined to not achieve completion. In fact, it is the living history of Art that reveals the most about humanity’s inner nature and life.

Over time Art grows and becomes, reflecting in each Age the yearnings that many feel but cannot express. We need the artist to expose their deeps, whether of joy or of despair, and which cannot be communicated in words.

The poet tries to use words, yet is doomed to a kind of failure – not of their own will or striving – but of the need for dissonance, in the sense of social-sandpaper roughing up delicate souls. The wrong note helps those who sense it find the right melody.

Yet, part of that melody is the lurking sense of something missing. The artist fills in spaces in the soul and spirit of us all, with the sweet smell of the future, at the cost of knowing more fully the pains of the present.

Hopefully, all will find their way, in one life or another, to art, for surely the Gods&Goddesses have blessed us all with the possibility of going beyond the what-is to the what-needs-to-become.

In an odd Way, the what-is is the stick, and the what-needs-to-become the carrot. People do live lives of quiet desperation (Thoreau), or as the First Noble Truth of the Buddha expresses with stark simplicity: “Life is suffering”.

It is pain of soul that moves one person from one state to another. It is dissatisfaction that breeds social dissent. If we hadn’t left the Garden, we would not try so hard to find at least a bit of it still within us.

Art is of the Garden, for while the offering/creation can be torture, and sadly sometimes include a cost of innocence, the resulting beauty reminds us of our dreams of Return, and the Feast that is laid out for us, that comes to all in their own time.

Sometimes we wonder about Love, a word/idea that seems fleeting and mysterious. A wile-oh-wisp hiding right in front of us.

Love has given us the Day. The primary cycle of existence, Night and Day. Yet, this can only be lived one moment of now followed by an infinite number of next-nows as Eternity Beacons.

A recent wonderful bit of Art is the movie Groundhog Day. Everyday is another opportunity for change, and the secret is to make tiny changes. A bit here, and a bit there. Dreams hungering to be realized are still built one bit of now at a time.

The Day is a recurring maze-labyrinth, which we solve moment to moment, while dancing to the lyre of experience. Appreciating this is why the ancient Mayans counted Days, as their primary sense of the cycles within cycles.

At dawn the sun rises, the stars recede, and the sky is ruled by fire and light. During the night, the sun sleeps, and its dreams are the moon and the stars. Wonder lives in the day by day tides and burdens in the souls of human beings.

We are all shamans and alchemists, saints and sinners, learning about Love.

morning ennui

I will be 79 on December, 23rd, 2019. Pushing eighty. Tired of war zones on the Steiner-net.

Ask myself why. The experienced truth, with a small “t”, makes for its own chaos. Love requires sharing, and all we really have to share is ourselves.

Winter is here, in New England. Something I wrote many years ago, when I was trying to write the book: Strange Fire, that dissolved into a dozen later books. The experiences, the related ideas and concepts, they don’t perish, although the form of representation varies:

Signs of Spring -a metastory

http://ipwebdev.com/hermit/stgfr.html

The grandfathers waited. So did the grandmothers, and the fathers and mothers, and the young men and women, and the children – the little boys and the little girls. They all waited.
Then Teller-of-stories began to speak…
“Sometimes in life”, he said, “sometimes people feel old, even when they are not. Even a child, who has had a bad shock, an injury or the death of a pet, or the loss of a favorite toy, even a child will for a time feel old. Tired. Worn down by life.
“There is nothing unusual here.
“It is like breathing. It is part of the whole. A natural pause, a small moment of Winter.


“Even so, this does not mean there is no danger. People die easier in Winter. Illness is stronger in Winter. When we feel the deep mood “old”, life does not hold us as tightly as it usually does.
“Today, we are all worried, as we have every right to be. For today, the whole people feel old, worn down. We, as a people, as a civilization, are in Winter. For a long time there has been no Sun; and our leaders give us little light or illumination with which to push away the shadows and the cold.
“Many are, because of this, tired unto death. So we hide, wrapped up in ourselves. We feel we have nothing to give. All our energies are spent, exhausted, in merely trying to survive.
“When this is so, when our civilization – our culture – is worn out, what do we do?


“This is not an easy question to answer It is not ours to make Winter go away. The seasons, the rhythmical movements in the lives of peoples and civilizations, have their own Time.
“When clouds hide the sun, who among us would claim to be able to make the Sun shine. Winter gives way to Spring when it is time, not when we wish it.
“So we are back to the question. What do we do?
“There is an answer to this. But it is an answer with two parts, because it is not only what do we do, but what, as well, do we not do?
“Now if your child is hurt do you kick it? If it has no hope do you give it more worries? If it has no faith do you feed it doubts? And, if it is lacking love do you give it hate?
“So our civilization is in Winter, and our people move through shadows and cold. Do we want to paint with only dark colors the world of words which we share with each other? I think we do not. I believe we do not what to do this.
“Yet, to not do this is difficult, very difficult. Why is this true? Why is it difficult?

“One real obvious reason is, that it is no help whatsoever to lie, to pretend it is not Winter. There is darkness and cold, worry, doubt and callous indifference.
“Homelessness is real. Greed is real. Racism is real. Violence is real. Abuse of women and children is real. Pollution is real. Evil is real.
“Lies are not real. To lie is real, but what the lie is about is not real!
“Half truths are not real either.
“To the extent that politicians, corporate leaders, media personalities, scientists, the religious, gossips, or anyone else lies or tells half truths, they create shadows where there is no true darkness.
“The result is that, while we live in Winter, many of our leaders pollute the communal world of words and ideas and dreams, in which we all live, with empty ghosts and deceptive shadows that leave fear and mistrust and doubt and hopelessness behind.
“We need hot tea and company, while they give us cold and bitter thoughts instead..
“This is all I know to say about what not to do.


“What to do is different and no less hard.
“In Winter it makes sense not to make things colder or darker, but when Spring has not yet arrived, when the stark reality of unchained evil seems to assault our souls daily, how do we find balance while we wait for the changes that are certain to come in spite of our doubts?
“We tell stories. Yes! We tell stories.
“We come together, we share a meal and we tell stories.
“Oddly enough, it is just here that we first sense Spring. When a people, when a civilization begins to renew itself, to find the forces of resurrection, after living through the death forces of Autumn and the waiting that is Winter, when this happens, stories appear.
“Winter is already the time of stories. Stories of remembrance. Stories of the past which bind the people and make them whole. These are crucial and we have these today. We remember when it was better and not so dark and cold.

“But how do we tell stories of the future, stories of the true yet-to-be. These stories have been missing. These are harder to tell. Those who would tell these stories, they must first confront the Mystery. For the future is born out of the Mystery.
“The remembered past dies into the present. Autumn gives way to Winter. But Spring is not a continuation of the movement which is the dying into rest that is the fall into Winter. Spring is not born of rest.
“Spring is New. What becomes the New is hidden in Winter. Winter is its absence.
“So to seek the stories of the New, of the future, the stories of Spring, is to go into the Mystery.
“There is no other way of it. That which is to become is born in the Mystery and those who want to tell of it must go and find it there.
“This is not easy.
“In life we are accomplished. We are often fathers and mothers and holders of professions and status. But to go in to the Mystery means to surrender these things.
“The Mystery is more Real than the real, and before it we become again little children.
“Only empty can we be filled. Only ignorant can we learn. Only silent can we hear the songs of the Mystery.

“When Winter ends what is the first sign? The song birds return. Even before the snow melts, trees bud or days lengthen, the song birds return and express their joy at life.
“So come the story tellers, the singers of Mystery.
“In the beginning just a few. Here and there. The people waiting, perhaps napping as a way of passing through the long pull of Winter, then hear something new, something different.
“The old stories, the stories of remembrance, the songs of the birds who stayed throughout Winter, these continue still.
“Not all the past is meant to die. The snow covers the ground, but seeds lay there warm all Winter long under their pure white blanket. Seeds of the past remembered, waiting to be awakened and to bloom anew in the Spring.
“But the Mystery also gives forth the New.

“And, when it is a civilization, a people, that is to be renewed, what has truly died is reshaped, given new forms, new names, new meanings and new purposes.
“Think deeply on this, for here is a great secret from out of the Mystery. Homelessness, racism, greed, abuse, evil, these names refer to the real but not to the Real. They are not the true names, but are instead the half lies, the confusions of the long Winter just passing.
“You think not?
“Consider this fact, a most recent melody in the World Song. When a certain people awoke recently from their Winter’s nap, they threw off the names “Negro” and “colored” and gave their own name to themselves: “Black!” And, intended, not just a new word, but a new meaning as well.
“Lead by a great story teller, a man who touched the Mystery and who was Touched by the Mystery, this people sang a true Song of Spring and dreamt the Great Dream of human freedom and dignity.
“So has come already a Sign of Spring, if one has the wisdom to see it.
“But a people, a civilization, is a complicated symphony in the World Song. There are many stories to tell and many songs yet to sing.
“So I say to you with all my heart. Do not despair, or be any longer frightened at shadows. Listen carefully instead.

The Mystery comes, carrying just that hoped for Spring which our long Winter’s wait has foretold. Have you heard it yet? Others have. What do you think the environmental movement and civil society are about?
Let me end these words, with these most beautiful thoughts from the English rock group the Moody Blues:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3Z76hq0koA


“When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead,
The browns, reds, and golds of Autumn lie in the gutter, dead.
Remember then, that summer birds with wings of fire flaying
Came to witness spring’s new hope, born of leaves decaying.
Just as new life will come from death, love will come at leisure.
Love of love, love of life and giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen.
Live hand-in-hand and together we’ll stand on the threshold of a dream.”

unasked for advice

Dear Steiner fans,

One-sidedness always harms. Reality is not one-sided, … it is multi-sided.

The reliance on Rudolf Steiner’s words is a classic one-sidedness. There is no way to opening/have a dialogue/debate with a dead man, or his unquestioning acolytes.

In the writings of those I have read, who admire Steiner – when the questions of the nature of “electricity”, or “subnature”, or the “moral”, or “Ahriman” comes to the fore – there seems no question as to whether or not the common shared understandings/ideas/concepts related/connected to those words is a representation of the true nature of reality.

Collectively Steiner-speakers weave an illusion, that will harm the future if they do not wake up to the “problem of knowledge” as solved by Steiner in GA-2, GA-3, and, GA-4.

The relentless passion toward the words of a dead man is not healthy for anyone. But, someone might ask: what about Christ? Don’t we rely on His words?

In practice, no. Here is what He said near the end of the Sermon on the Mount:

2  “Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock.25 And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock.26 And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand.27 And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.”

The key words are “does” and “do”. What happens when Steiner-sez lovers don’t do what Steiner said to do in their development of the new “living thinking”. In fact, when the mind turns to Steiner-said, it turns to memory, not to the present moment in thinking which lives.

Steiner cautioned against the “intellectualizing of the cosmic Michaelic Intelligence”. Steiner-sez speakers do exactly that … they move the memory of Steiner-thought into their intellect, conceptualize it, and from there treat these concepts as if they truly represented the underlying spiritual reality.

This is made worse by the fact that the error of intellectualizing became so widespread among Steiner’s students, that these folk – for decades now – have been taught to do just that when they meet anthroposophical thought. When it is presented as a system of thought, we are no longer teaching Anthroposophy, but rather a religion of Steinerism.

Now I could challenge, for example, Andrew Linnell and Rosemary McMullen to a discussion/debate on the truth value of much of what they suggest as true, but we all know that will never happen. In fact, it has become clear to me that my presence – in certain venues on Facebook – is avoided if at all possible. Nobody likes to be challenged on their pet theories. Yet, if we are doing Spiritual Science, then where are the discussions and debates that are characteristic of scientific activity?

For example, outside of their reading Steiner, I’ve seen little or no evidence they actually study directly the phenomena of “electricity”, or “subnature”, or the “moral”, or “Ahriman”, or “social threefolding”. They just take their conceptualizations as the truth, and go from there.

That said I will next offer a few other kinds of words to provide some help on those themes, from other parts of the multi-sided reality.

Electricity: After the creation began, from the moment of a realized “material” state, the Father rested, but did not cease participation. What we have come to call the realm of electricity and magnetism, and which modern physics recognizes as fundamental forces, is something that is not made up of parts.

It is/was/and always will be a whole, and a manifestation of the Father resting (nested in the loving arms of Christ’s Mother). To struggle to form in the imagination this picture of electricity and magnetism everywhere being a Unity, just the One, is a real cognitive yoga.

“Sub-nature”: The Realm of the Mother has nothing whatsoever to do with evil, nor it is the opposite of “supernatural”. Why Steiner didn’t get this right could be debated, but since one cannot debate a dead man, there is little recourse for those of us who know his wonderful and human imperfections.

“Moral”: this is a problematic term, given how many different ways folks use that concept/idea, and how often it is not the same from one person to another. Nevertheless, the underlying assumption of “moral technologies” is that there is both a right way to be found, and that it will be the best way for ourselves and others.

Steiner in GA-2: “Man is not behaving in accordance with the purposes of the Guiding Power of the world when he investigates one or another of His commandments, but when he behaves in accordance with his own insight. For in himthe Guiding Power of the world manifests Himself. He does not live as Will somewhere outside of man; He has renounced his own will in order that all might depend upon the will of man.

Ahriman” One of the effects of the “intellectualization” is to write and think as if Ahriman is outside, in a mysterious there, somewhere “spiritual”, and that is the source of our technological worries/problems.

In the current phase of the evolution of consciousness, each biography is faced with choices, designed just for them. A kind of rite of initiation is in each life, not just those who define themselves as spiritual seekers. Most of the modern world will not hear of Steiner, and nor be harmed from this lack.

All of us bear an “Ahriman” within, … essentially those moments when the intellect’s calculating view is not tempered by the heart. In Lucifer and Ahriman Steiner writes: at page 21: “…the very purpose of our Fifth Post-Atlantean epoch is that man should become increasingly conscious of what takes effect through him in earthly existence.”

through”,“through”,“though” We do it to ourselves, it is not something done to us by some imaginary dark god.

“social threefolding” means what? There are basically two questions that can be asked about the social. The one Steiner’s friends are most aware of is the question: What is the best Way (or star) by which to move the social organism into a more balanced and harmonious condition.

The other question has to do with asking, of the living social phenomena themselves, what are you doing? Not what I think you (social life) should do, but what are you actually doing?

I spent over three decades working that riddle, and was greatly helped by learning of Goethean science, and through reading the writings of those who practiced those arts. It was after my spiritual graduation ceremony (meeting the Lesser and Greater Guardians of the Threshold), which takes months to unfold by the way, that I was able to create a spiritual social science text: “The Art of God: and actual theory of Everything.” In Steiner speak, an initiate wrote that text, based on years of research into the phenomena, which activity I called: Listening to the World Song.

Now I have a great deal of affection for those working the riddles of the Mysteries of Technology. Been doing that myself, for a long time. Yet, we seem at cross purposes, although this was not to be unexpected, given that Steiner warned folk of the Culmination, and the return of the Platonists, incarnating at the same time as Aristotelians were incarnating. Karma Steiner called it.

A Platonist is a pagan, although that is a mean word, invented by the Church, to disparage the Goddess religions, which the three patriarchal monotheisms sought to control. Celebrants in modern goddess religions are devotees of the Mother. That’s what a Platonist, in the sense of anthroposophical jargon.

Consider the beauty of this “karma”: Devotees of Christ, in the esoteric sense (that is Aristotelian anthroposophists well aware now of the Return of Christ) needed to be reintroduced to Christ’s Mom, by initiated/shamanistic folk into Her deeper Mysteries (aka: magic and mysticism). As with Christ, She never went away, She was just lost sight of as scientific materialism became the leading religion of the humanity.

For the Mystery of Technology folk, I offer a prize, which is a writer to read whose Way is total immersion in the field of tech, and elevating (redeeming) that world via the gifts of a story-teller. I wrote this for my blog, …

https://thecollectiveimagination.com/2019/12/08/introducing-neal-stephenson-the-smartest-writer-i-know/

Want to know – in a healthy imaginative way the social future, read his book: Snow Crash. Want to see a redeemed picture of nano-technology, read his book: The Diamond Age.

In community, your friendly neighborhood white-privileged, Christian, son of Montana, American citizen, shaman, and professional heretic.





introducing ~!~!!~? Neal Stephenson – the smartest writer I know

https://www.nealstephenson.com/

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Some minds are giants. Not all will get to know this savant, yet … I will join the parade of: Read This Man’s Books.

For the reader of this essay, think about this description in Wikipedia [ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neal_Stephenson ]:

Neal Town Stephenson (born October 31, 1959) is an American writer known for his works of speculative fiction.

His novels have been categorized as science fictionhistorical fictioncyberpunkpostcyberpunk, and baroque.

Stephenson’s work explores subjects such as mathematicscryptographylinguisticsphilosophycurrency, and the history of science. He also writes non-fiction articles about technology in publications such as Wired. He has also written novels with his uncle, George Jewsbury (“J. Frederick George”), under the collective pseudonym Stephen Bury.

Stephenson has worked part-time as an advisor for Blue Origin, a company (founded by Jeff Bezos) developing a spacecraft and a space launch system,[1] and is also a cofounder of Subutai Corporation, whose first offering is the interactive fiction project The Mongoliad. He is currently Magic Leap‘s Chief Futurist.”

He doesn’t just write about science and social issues, … he tells tales about them. He teaches through remarkable imaginative story telling. The reader not only gets a great yarn, but knowledge, and wisdom.

Let met tell a story, one I often use to introduce to others this gifted man’s works:

In the third volume – the System of the World – of his 2700 page Baroque Cycle, he brings four characters together for an imaginary conversation taking place in England around 1730.

Newton and Leibniz many will at least been heard of, as well as – perhaps – princess Caroline, soon to become a Queen of England because her husband is about to become king – neither of which were born in those islands, but rather were a royal linage that could be “used” by other aristocrats and bankers as an acceptable anchor in attempt to avoid future wars.

In these books we will see many arts of statecraft illuminated, … but here princess Caroline has called – to her sitting room – the two European savants, along with a fictional friend: Daniel Waterhouse. She wishes to see hear their thoughts concerning deep matters, ideas for which she , as Queen, might have some responsibility to encourage.

The dialogue is given about twenty pages, and is lively with even a bit of wit, as well as rancor, for Leibniz and Newton were at odds about a fundamental question.

Is matter a lifeless “thing”, this “atom” Newton wants to describe as the smallest bits of matter; or, … is the “monad” (Leibniz’s name for the smallest) living, willful, and conscious.

This is a question which – as scientific materialism unfolded – went in Newton’s direction, and we live in that world. Yet, many moderns are beginning to find that Nature is – factually – conscious and living and watching us with more care than are we watching Her.

The Baroque Cycle (a three volume, 2700 page yarn, with amazing heroes and heroines), also concerned itself with the historical aspects of finance. He imagines into living existence what was thought when lenders could sign a note that would be honored someplace else, many weeks later, to someone who arrived by ship and/or carriage, and presented the “agreement” or “promise”.

A few years back I got to ask a question of Neal Stephenson, who was doing some kind of call in show, which my eldest son was connected to, and had offered me by phone what question would I like to ask, … so I got my son to ask where Stephenson himself stood on the question debated by Newton, Leibniz, Waterhouse and princes Caroline: Newton’s or Leibniz’s idea of the nature of the smallest – and Stephenson said he sided with Leibniz and threw out a half dozen names of writers and their books, none of which I had heard of before, although I had no doubt there discussions would be scientifically based. Just not yet “popular”, for science has fashions, does it not?

Another story ….

Wired Magazine, some years ago, asked Stephenson to write an article about the undersea cable infrastructure, to which most phone and internet lines are connected.

He then spent several months travelling the world and meeting the builders, and sailors, and technicians and bureaucrats, of all manner of nationalities. That’s an example of the degree of his immersion in technical and social questions. There are books of his non-fiction works.

His latest novel: “Fall, or Dodge in Hell”, which I’ve just started reading, begins with a main character’s introspective thoughts about his experience, and the stuff he has been taught – and mostly believes – connected to his brain. Asking, where does he go when he sleeps and what is happening when he wakes up?

To that riddle he adds another, by referencing the current debate between physicists and philosophers about “qualia”, and such ephemeral experiences as the taste of a tomato. Are our qualitative experiences real, or only a fiction created by the “brain”?

A report in 2015 said he had sold over 300,000 books. I suspect it was far more than that who have been influenced by his thought – millions perhaps, for as I have done, many no doubt give away copies to others at every opportunity.

I honor him as a gifted teacher who illumined much about the world, all the while wrapped up in the music of the imagination.

Here is a shorter book, which I have read multiple times: “Snow Crash” https://www.amazon.com/Snow-Crash-Neal-Stephenson/dp/0553380958/ref=sr_1_2?crid=2WFOENAH4H6Y5&keywords=snowcrash+neil+stephenson&qid=1575822250&sprefix=snowcrash%2Caps%2C154&sr=8-2

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It is about our social future, and one of its main characters, born of an “Asian” woman and a black America soldier, is named: Hiro Protagonist.

The Diamond Age: Or, a Young Lady's Illustrated Primer (Bantam Spectra Book)

https://www.amazon.com/Diamond-Age-Illustrated-Primer-Spectra/dp/0553380966/ref=sr_1_1?crid=28A2Z4VT4TJRX&keywords=the+diamond+age+neal+stephenson&qid=1575899161&sprefix=the+diamond+age%2Caps%2C152&sr=8-1

The full title of the book is: “The Diamond Age – Or a Young Ladies Illustrated Primer”. In it, using nano-technology, a skilled artisan designs a little book, which is also a massive computer, with AI like functions. The Book presents a persona that changes as the child grows. A spirit-friend who gives advice, tells stories and otherwise helps keep safe a child pursued simply because she has a copy of the book, that was to have belonged to a ultra rich individual, who asked it be created for his grand-daughter.

Neal Stephenson is a natural savant, skilled and learned in matters few of us would even bother to tackle. If you like to read for pleasure, and to learn at the same time, he’s one of the very best writers around.

film laments

I tried to write a comment for the New York Times, and there were mysterious electronic issues. I was writing to this column, … https://www.nytimes.com/2019/12/04/movies/best-films.html

Here is what I wrote:

We live in a post-literate future. Film seeking to emulate the same arts as novels are excellent at that, especially given the right material. Director’s who go for blockbuster CGI fun games are doing something the “literati” don’t even understand.

Modern education fails on multiple levels to teach, what is being taught by mass media, in a non-literary visual form. It is the modern imagination that needs to be seen by cultural critics, for what it is, not what it is not.

People are right to want dreams, and superheros, given the absence of suitable models among athletes, business leaders, and politicians.

An eleven year old wanting to be Thor, goes to his tablet and starts to read about Norse and Greek mythology. Harry Potter raised a generation of readers, while their schools were designed to make good consumers, workers, and cannon fodder.

Magic was in the air. Superhero movies make people believe we just might help each other against the so very hidden, and creepy, and far too rich and powerful.

The world burns and another auteur delivers another romance about professional bullies and gangsters. Meanwhile, on USA we get Mr. Robot, which is far more acutely aware of who is running and ruining our world.

The dying past in the Arts always hates the fresh imagination, for it has the life they knew in their youth. Tragically, they have forgotten what it feels like to believe in the unbelievable.

joel a. wendt, shaman and professional heretic.