Monday, March 22, 2004

I wonder sometimes if it's possible for some people to so successfully intellectualize the human experience that they mistake the map for the territory. I've also been thinking lately about whether or not enlightenment requires an embrace of the scatalogical as part of the wholeness of self, which may be why, on some gestalt alleghorical level, we have images of ghosts and undead and horror movies and grossness. 11:51:30 PM

I wonder if the intersection of imagination and the real is the nexus of magic, the supernatural, the demiurge of moments witnessed, negotiated with, the possibilities broadened by the concious mind, and sometimes the subconcious, chiming through the ether. As I think more and more about the process of achieving compassion, sometimes, for me, it is as simple as flash forwarding to a point in time when I have true wisdom of what was at stake in a heated moment, a conflict, a challenging problem, even eventually, I guess, a joyful moment. Sometimes, mostly, in practice, it means removing myself from thinking about the point of conflict, counting to ten, simply wanting to give my limbic brain a time out, rebooting the machine, not expecting any insight until much, much later, maybe years. Sometimes, now, that insight from the future comes back in hours or minutes, sometimes seconds. I imagine what it means to be truly enlightened as being a being who is in touch with all future possibilities in the actual moment. Being ascended into transcendence must involve having the future insights either arrive from or return to the past, in an infinite loop of time, through which your being recognizes and returns itself to the infinite whole - as if you were predicting a few seconds or hours or galaxy cycles ahead. Or forever. To be god. That is why god must love us, for god is us, and we are god. I had a couple of weird things happen tonight on the way home. One, thinking about how Jon needs to be especially careful with Amy, because of the powerful mojo he holds over her, how that addiction, that need for something, is her demon. In that moment, I envisioned Amy's demon, like a blue and black flaming mad-eyed version of her, appearing outside her head. And how psychological maladies, as imbalances of the soul, can be potentially healed by psychic means, which made me think of Jesus' casting demons out as a metaphor for psychic healing. I wonder if spiritually trained psychologicst or therapists ever see something like that in patients, actually visualizes or even enounters those "demons", to either directly address, or alleghorically assess and treat the illness, or somewhere in between.. 1:12:50 AM