Beautiful ordinary lives

Couple with children in strollers

The Simerican dream.

This may surprise some, but perhaps not those who have read my ongoing autobiography. See, I came across this promotional video on YouTube, for the expansion pack The Sims 3: Generations that I have written about recently. Naturally I watched it in full-screen mode on my biggest monitor.

“Live life to the fullest” Sims 3 Generations trailer / YouTube.

By the end, where his life flashes before his eyes, tears were rolling down my cheeks. Not tears of sadness, really, or at least mostly not. It’s just that the little movie so beautifully sums up the life of 4-dimensional humans. What you probably call “ordinary people”, those who don’t live a purpose-driven life or have a mission on Earth or anything like that. You and me, we are to some degree outside of this: We have a detachment, like someone who act in a play and know it is a play. We can get impatient with ordinary people and they may always remain the eggs they threw long ago.  We don’t see the beauty of the merely human life because we only see bits and pieces of it.

So that’s what happened. Watching this, I suddenly saw the beauty of ordinary human life when seen as a whole.

There is a widespread belief that when you die, you see your life flash before your eyes. I have had a concept of how this works, but not why it would be a good thing. This little movie showed me that. Because there is a hidden beauty in the four-dimensional life (some lives more than others, admittedly) which cannot be easily seen as it goes on. In a way, it is like looking at a painting from the side. No matter how masterful the painting, if you see it almost completely from the side, you cannot see what it is supposed to show. When you move to stand in front of it, suddenly the beauty of it strikes you.

It is that way with life. Seeing it as it passes slowly by is like seeing a painting from the side, or to use another metaphor, it is as if you can only see the paint brush with the color that is on it right now, and your vague memories of what colors were on it before, but the canvas is hidden to you. But the canvas, the fourth dimension, is where the picture emerges.

How beautiful humans are, and this world in which you live!

You probably won’t have the same revelation even if you watch the same movie. I am pretty sure that wasn’t what it was meant for, either. But for me, each time I watch it, my eyes are filled with tears at the beauty and brevity of human life.

The quest for Schuon

An artist’s impression of the six-dimensional Realm of Light. The balls of light probably represents Higher spirits, who receive beams of spiritual Light from above and send their own beams of light down to those below, in an intricate pattern of Light.

It must be over 5 years now that I have been religiously following the weird and wonderful blog One Cosmos, which alternates between neotraditionalist metaphysics and mocking socialism and materialism in all their forms. These are really two modes of the same thing, since materialism is incompatible with metaphysics of any kind: If you are simply the electrical fluctuations in your brain, you can never know it. Or anything, really.

There is much one could say about this, but my point today is that this is where I first heard of the mysterious Frithjof Schuon. The blog will occasionally brandish quotes by Schuon, and they are generally held to be the final and perfect crystallization of metaphysical truth. Whenever something is true, Mr Schuon will have summed it up in such clarity that it cannot be said better for the duration of languages as we know them. Or that is the impression I get. Not that the author agrees with Schuon on everything (Schuon evidently believed that modernity was an unredeemable descent into barbarism, and that ancient cultures were superior in all the ways that count.) But for the vast stretch that they do agree, Schuon says it best.

Now if this was just one lone tax-cutting blasphemer on the Net, it would be unremarkable. The quotes themselves are remarkable, but they are dug out from a huge number of articles published over many years, so it could be just the occasional lucky strike. But then I read Huston Smith, the famous hands-on teacher of comparative religion. And he too had this fawning respect for Schuon. More than once when he was about to teach about some specific religion, he discovered that Schuon had already written about it with great clarity. Schuon himself, however, was aloof and barely approachable. He certainly had no interest in building any kind of relationship with famous people who looked up to him. I find this a very endearing trait.

My own attempt at reading Schuon, however, failed spectacularly. His writing is simply too hard. His words are used so precisely that you need not only a good grasp of the English language with its many nuances, but you also need to know what he is talking about before you read it. Metaphysics is necessarily far removed from the concrete world as observed by the senses, since fundamental metaphysics lies above even the world of archetypes, of which our daily objects and actions are instances. So it’s never going to be “beach reading”, as you say in English.

At the time, I was widely read in science, religion and mythology; but my knowledge of philosophy was limited to early college level. This must by necessity be so simple-yet-fuzzy that it can be understood even by socialists. Unsurprisingly, Schuon proved too hard for me. I understood some of it, but not enough to put the pieces together.

A couple more years have passed. I have continued to read One Cosmos religiously, but also Ryuho Okawa (cautiously), Rabbi Adin Steinsaltz, A. G. Sertillanges, James V. Schall, Pope Benedict and saints Athanasius and Teresa, to name but those that may be relevant for the topic. (I tried Sri Aurobindo as well, but he is harder to read than Schuon; I suspect he is doing it on purpose, as only superhumans are likely to benefit from his thinking anyway. I may return to it later.)

Finally I am prepared to assail the diamond towers of Frithjof Schuon again. This time I know what I am up against, and have prepared. I have also found a book about a topic I am already familiar with, namely Christianity. The Fullness of God by Schuon has providentially become available for the Kindle. Wish me luck.

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Two chapters later:

I see now why Schuon must write in an inaccessible manner! Whether by his own choice or by divine providence, it is necessary that these teachings be hidden for the unlearned and inexperienced. For such words could cast the unprepared into fear and confusion, even into perdition. I believe those who may benefit from this are few, compared to those who may take harm from it. Most would shrink back, I believe, and this for their own good.

That is not to say that this book should not have been written, for “one man’s medicine is another man’s poison”. But I have more understanding now for gurus who retreat to the Himalayas. Sometimes it is required that you have gone far.

Otaku and salvation

"Who would address an otaku as an otaku?"

In Japan, “otaku” has become a harsh insult, and not entirely without reason.

I have frequently mentioned the “otaku”, a Japanese name for people who are obsessed with pop culture like comics, cartoons and computer games. There are a lot of people in Japan who are interested in these things, and the word is used in English and other European languages about people with such an interest in Japanese (and sometimes Korean) popular culture. But in Japanese it is a very negative word, and used about those who are so obsessed that they cannot act quite like normal people in society.

Many of my long-standing online friends are otaku in the English sense of the word, but not many of them – perhaps not any, anymore – are really obsessed. I have mentioned the extreme cases called hikikomori, young people who lock themselves in their room watching anime all day. This is the stereotype of the otaku taken to the logical extreme.

Given yesterday’s self-reflection on time spent on a computer game, it might seem that otaku are particularly far from salvation. After all, Heaven is a multi-dimensional “place”, starting for real with the 5th dimension (spirituality); but the otaku lives mostly in two dimensions: the surface of comic books, TV sets or computer monitors. And he spends most of his time in the soft, imaginary, daydream-like lower worlds, to the point where it becomes painful for him even to live in the ordinary human world of space and time, much less the unyielding and timeless higher worlds.

And yet, I believe the otaku has a particular trait that could serve him well if he ever awakens to the Truth: He has the ability to move his mind to a world different from the physical world.

Let me explain. Our animal friends live in a world that is not only real but concrete, in the sense that it can be seen and smelled and touched; a world of the senses. Small children also live in this world. But they grow up and begin to live in the fourth dimension of time, which animals don’t except for a few in short glimpses. You probably don’t understand how significant this is. It is simply too  obvious for most people to see.

The fourth dimension, time, is all in your head. You cannot see that which was or that which is to be, only what is at the moment. (Or the moment light starts its travel from it, which in the case of some stars is many years ago. The principle still holds.) For instance, I will never again see the house I lived in last year at this time. It has been completely destroyed and a new house built in its place. I will never be able to touch the rough, painted walls again, smell the particular smell of old harsh fat in the old stairway, or even see it. I can see photos of it, but not the real thing. It does not exist anymore. And yet I know that it is real in the past. Likewise what will be in the future is as real as that I can see and touch now. This unfailing belief in the reality of things that aren’t there to our senses is unique to humans, and even takes some years to assemble.

The fifth dimension is likewise “in our head”, and there is no way for us to show it to the doubtful or let them touch it or smell it or hear it. And yet like time it is quite real to those who have added the first dimension beyond time. The mind is able to go where the body can not. We know this because all of us do this routinely in the fourth dimension of time. But our travel there is to some degree personal. Sometimes old friends will laugh at something that happened long ago and they fail to explain it to a newer friend: “You have to have been there to get it” they will say. It is the same with the fifth dimension and beyond.

The otaku has proven his ability to reach out with his mind and move it to a different world, although in this case a smaller, softer, simpler world. Almost all of us do this from time to time in the form of daydreams (although autists don’t daydream, I have been told) but the otaku is not just popping into an imaginary world: He is able to stay there for a long time, and become thoroughly familiar with it. An otaku can often remember obscure details of a comic book world even after many years. So there is this ability to move beyond the concrete.

A person who is strongly bound to the senses and the moment will have a hard time ascending to the fifth dimension. He will think “I am this body” and believe that where his body isn’t, he cannot be either. In a sense, such a person is on the side of humanity that is closest to animals. Dogs have many good qualities, but they are strongly bound to their bodies. Likewise a human can be a very good person but strongly bound to the body. This makes it hard to explore the spiritual world. In so far as such a person is religious, it will often be in a dogmatic and theoretical way.

The otaku is able to move between worlds, but unfortunately the “gravity” is stronger the closer you come to the bottom. It is hard to get back up when one is weakened from years of living in a dream. It requires grace, which is luckily still available, and it requires spiritual training or discipline, which is unfortunately difficult for a weak person. Such a soul needs to be gentle but persistent with himself. He may not be able to immerse himself in meditation for long, but he can still do it regularly, a little each day, and it will get easier with time. If he attends a religious service, he will almost certainly begin to daydream of his colorful anime world after some minutes. But as long as he does not do this driven by spite but just by weakness, he can gradually recollect himself and begin to rise toward the Light.

While I am not, and have never been, an otaku in the Japanese sense, I have enough in common with them to understand and sympathize with their plight. It is not easy to be weak, and it is easy to duck down in the lower worlds where one can be strong. For the deeper you go into lower worlds, the more godlike your powers. Conversely, the higher you rise, the weaker you become, and if you rise very high you will feel like a maggot. (Although you will gradually become stronger if you spend time in higher worlds.) But for those who have lived long in lower worlds, it requires strength and patience to live even in the ordinary world. Luckily this is all available, and it need not stop there. Little by little we will be changed into that which we focus intently on. And just as we once focused almost exclusively on worlds created by humans, we can focus more and more on the worlds that have the power to create us anew. In religion these worlds are collectively called “Heaven”, but there are several – one could even say many – of them.

But of these things there are many others who are better qualified to speak than I. For I am like a tourist in a marvelous country, craning my neck at sights that are beyond me. I am still so weak after all these years that it is easier for me to sink down than to rise up, left to myself.

Friends forever

Are there really friends that care about each other their whole life?

Are there really friends that can care about each other their whole life?

I wrote about this at length, but decided against uploading it. I’ve been writing entirely too much about spiritual things lately for someone of my pray grade. So I’ll try to make this more straightforward.

Yes, there really are friends who care about each other for as long as they live. Perhaps not their whole life unless they also happen to be twins, but from the onset of their friendship and forevermore.

St Teresa was one of those people who loved her friends very dearly and always had them close to her heart. You’d think someone who had God had enough, but to her there was not a clear distinction between God and his children. Those who loved “His Majesty”, as she liked to call Him, having them as friends was in a way like having God himself.

The key to robust friendship is that they are founded on love that gives without asking anything in return. Friendships founded on need are not robust. It could simply be the need to not be alone, so these will fade when there is someone more readily available to be together with. Or it could be the need to be entertained, or to feel important, or even in some cases an erotic “need” to be in the presence of an attractive person, which often excites people even if nothing comes of it.

But some friendships are based on a common love for something that does not fade. And these friendships can last for as long as we both shall live, and even beyond, so I believe. Be that as it may, my friendship is free and must be freely accepted. While I’m happy to help a friend, you should not be too optimistic about starting up your friendship by asking for favors, if you are just another greedy human seeking benefits for this brief life on Earth. But if you seek glory and immortality by endurance in good deeds, I’ll definitely consider being Friends Forever. ^_^ I could need more friends like that.

 

The Fifth Dimension

The fifth-dimensional Realm of the Good

In the movie “The Laws of Eternity”, the fifth dimension is portrayed as a beautiful land, Earth-like but more beautiful and “larger than life”. The people there are constantly happy and get along well. But what is this “fifth dimension” really?

With our senses we live in a three-dimensional world, and with our mind we live in the fourth dimension as well, called time. To us, time is obviously real, but a number of scientists wonder whether it exists only in our mind, since their equations work just as well without it. Even so, the existence of time is obvious and to not believe in it requires a great effort. In fact, I do not think it is possible to live as a sane human being without belief in time.

But beyond this, there is a fifth dimension of the mind. In this we find such things as truth, beauty and virtue, and of course love. One name for this dimension is simply “spirituality”. It is our gateway to that which goes beyond space and time, to eternity itself. Truth is eternal, even though facts change. Beauty is eternal, even though beautiful things fade. Virtue is eternal, even though the virtuous die. Love is eternal, although the desire frequently called “love” certainly isn’t.

If you are blind to these things, I do not believe I have the power to change your mind. There are those who insist that there is nothing beyond this world of matter and energy, that all hope and love is merely delusion, that we are merely fluctuations in the activity of our brain. Their actions usually show that they don’t believe this for a minute, but presumably they have some reason for pretending even to themselves. I am not able to travel into your heart and find the knots that tie you down. Certainly I cannot do so in a simple blog like this.

But to seek the higher things for their own sake is like having an anchor that keeps you from drifting aimlessly down the river of time. Those who seek only the things in this world of space and time find life bitter and meaningless, for all things slip out of their grasp: Many while they still live, and the rest when they die.

In practice, most of us live unsteadily between Heaven and Earth, in a manner of speaking. We look up to truth, virtue and love. We are moved by music and art* that seem to take us beyond the moment and lift us up. But we are also drawn easily to sense pleasures, to status and even to anger. Even when we think we know better, we are easily led astray: Even a small coin at the end of an outreached arm is still large enough to block the entire sun.

(*I would not call music and art “spiritual” in the strict sense of that word, but rather I see them as on-ramps from the realm of the senses to a higher understanding of beauty as such. A person’s sense of music is often a good indication of the state of their soul.)

But they who have begun to colonize the fifth dimension, find that it is every bit as real as anything we can touch, and more so. Like the sky that is always above us no matter where we go, the spiritual reality is not dispelled by passing time, though many other things are.

As our eyes are opened, we learn to see: Not masterful things we can brag about, mostly, but how much love we have received, how precious it is that we have been given life and mind, how beautiful is the Light that shines through all things and that we can even, eventually, begin to see in each other. A sense of gratitude becomes frequent, maybe even steady. There is a great joy in the things that are not drifting on the river of time, and I wish that we all may be able to feel that joy in our lives.

Beyond what we may call the Fifth Dimension there are others, one brighter and more beautiful than another. But in a sense they are extensions of that fifth, not replacements for it. And I do not want to get very abstract today. If you are honest to yourself, I think you too believe in love, in truth, in beauty, in justice. You are not such a creature that has no use for things you can’t eat or mate with. You know this in your heart and you act on this truth at least part of the time, as do we all. Choose to pursue it and you pursue happiness itself. Come to the fifth dimension! We have cookies! ^_^

Believing the impossible

Maybe I'm alive because a whole bunch of mysteries came together

Maybe I’m alive because a whole bunch of mysteries came together. Still, I prefer to be alive in a world I don’t completely understand, rather than completely understand a world that is so simple that it has room for neither life nor thought.

This fall in Norway, one of our leading intellectuals wrote a short essay in Norway’s leading “conservative” newspaper (for Scandinavian values of conservative, where Bill Clinton would fit right in). She referred to a question she had got from a journalist, about how she as a modern, top-educated Norwegian woman, could be a Catholic. She had replied: “Your question shows your prejudices”, and the journalist became agitated.

So did the readers of the essay. The comments are a sight to behold: “You believe in thousands of years old fairy tales”, “You believe that a man walked on water and you drink his blood, I cannot take seriously anything you say about anything”, “Christianity and especially Catholicism is the worst thing that has happened to humanity”. This kind of thinking is actually very normal among leftists, certainly it is the norm among those I know. They seem to fantastically imagine that they alone don’t live in a fantasy world.

Rather my message today is that all humans, ever, have believed in the impossible, and all humans now alive do so as well. We just believe in different kinds of impossibilities.

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One fellow, with whom I share several interests, told me that not only does he not have a soul, he also does not have a mind. He just has a brain, and it does all that we usually call him, all on its own. This is a pretty extreme case, but it is the basic belief of all materialists, even those who don’t like to talk about it. There is no free will, you can read frequently in popular science magazines. It has been scientifically proven that free will doesn’t exist. So I guess those folks who work for the magazines are simply doing this in an instinctual attempt to survive and reproduce. That would explain so much! No, not really. It is more like the years when science had explained that bumblebees could not fly, but the bumblebees hadn’t read it and kept flying. (We now know how they do it, by the way.)

But just as I think I am talking with a slab of meat, it gets weirder. It is not just the soul that doesn’t exist, neither does the body! Most obviously, atoms enter and leave every cell of the body at a frenetic rate. Most of our bodies are actually replaced in weeks rather than years. Although it is not impossible that some atoms may remain (or have returned) even after many years, they are certainly not enough to give you any kind of identity. And not only are the cells renewed: Most of them die and are replaced gradually. Even in your brain, cells die off over time, but it turns out that new ones show up as well. (Stem cells in the brain were only discovered a decade or so ago, so older textbooks may not have this.)

It should have been needless to say, but the atoms do not change in any way when they become part of your body, or when they become part of a living being in general. They are the same, and they obey their few and simple laws slavishly. They bond with other atoms to attain the optimal number of electrons in their outer electron “shell” or “cloud”. Some atoms need only share one electron with others to be complete, while others need up to four.  Carbon is one of the most social of them all, and so all known life has a decent amount of carbon in it. But that does not mean carbon is alive or has any choice about which atoms it will bond with. It simply follows the law of electromagnetism, completion by sharing electrons. In other words, life does not exist either.

It is bad enough that your mind, your body and life itself don’t actually exist. It hardly gets better by the fact that matter doesn’t exist either. The atoms, despite their name (a-tomos, non-divisible) are almost completely empty. The electrons don’t circle around the nucleus like planets either, the way our grade school physics books told us. Rather, they simply have a certain probability of being at a certain place at a certain time. But less known is the fact that this applies to the nucleus as well. It is composed of smaller particles (protons and neutrons) which again are composed of quarks which are down in the probability level of quantum physics along with the electrons. While they certainly have a higher probability of being somewhere than elsewhere, it is far from absolute. And in any case, the overwhelming majority of the volume of an atom has an extremely low probability of containing any particle whatsoever. It is almost completely empty, and what is there at all, is in constant flux.

In fact, subatomic particles that don’t exist, often show up anyway. Because of variations in the null energy in vacuum, electrons and positrons can suddenly pop into existence on borrowed energy, and then disappear again a moment later, paying back the energy. Some believe this is what happened to the universe, which itself started at a subatomic size. Perhaps it came into existence on borrowed energy, and when this falls due, it simply disappears. It is hard to know, since we haven’t seen it happen yet. On the other hand, we have seen the opposite scenario: Actual particles temporarily cease to exist, and then pop back into existence on the other side of a barrier.

So basically, you don’t exist, and you have no choice in whether you believe in this or not. Not only do your mind and your body not exist, neither does the visible world in which you make your rounds, or the starry sky above you. Things that exist sometimes take vacations from doing so, and the same goes for nonexistent things.

Some 95% of the universe is now assumed to consist of “dark matter” and “dark energy”, so named not just because they aren’t visible, but we also don’t know what they are. There are some theories about what “dark matter” may be, but for “dark energy”, we only know that it probably is there because the equations require it. Normally in school when this happened, my teacher would tell me to go back and do the equations again, but the brightest human minds have done so for a while and come to the same conclusion.

It is possible that the brightest human minds (which, I need to remind you, don’t actually exist) are not all that bright after all, and we really don’t understand reality and never will. But if that happens, believers will be the last to stop trying. For we believe we are created in the image of the Creator, and that our minds are adequate to the Absolute and the Complete, and will never be fully satisfied with less. So what if God does not exist? Neither do we, but since when has that stopped any of us?

We all believe in the impossible. But which impossibility do you believe in? One fit for humans, or one only for scientific measuring devices? Poetry or binary? Or some of each?

“Your question reveals your prejudices.” We could not live if we only believed in what we can understand. We don’t even know how we can decide to get up in the morning, but most of us eventually get up anyway. We have to live on, and we do so by believing in the impossible. Not just I, but you too.

Growing in wisdom?

"I don't really understand love yet..."

I don’t really understand love yet… and probably none of us do, to its fullest extent. But we can live and learn.

It is obvious that small children understand less than older children, and these less than adults. But at some time in their life, many people stop growing in their understanding, or at least their growth slows down to a snail’s pace. This does not need to be so. It is possible to keep growing for as long as the brain remains healthy, possibly a little longer.

Let me first mention the difference between knowledge and understanding. It is true that we need to first know. We cannot understand simply out of thin air. We need to know the various things involved in what we try to understand.  But just knowing lists of facts is not enough. We also need to know how they relate to other things.

You may say that bare facts are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. If we have too few of them, we are unlikely to get any of them to fit together. But even if we have gathered a large heap of puzzle pieces, we still don’t have the picture until we put them together.

I used to play with jigsaw puzzles when I was small, and I recognize that feeling of excitement when the pieces began to come together, and a new piece suddenly made a bunch of them connect. It is a feeling I have met again later in life, in other situations.

This understanding or insight of how things fit together is wonderful and a great step toward wisdom, but it is not yet the real thing. We first have to test it in real life. It is possible to have insight in many things, but they do not become very useful until we have tested them. It is at this point that we flesh out our understanding. It goes from a two-dimensional picture to a three-dimensional sculpture, so to speak. This takes its time. But if we have got the picture right the first time, time and practice will bring the finished work into being.

You can say that if you build a house and the blueprint is completely wrong, there will be no house at all in the end, just a jumble of materials. So to have the right picture is important. But the picture is no place to stop.

I speak in comparison here, of course. I don’t mean that insight is literally an image. There are other ways to say this too. But I like this comparison, it goes a long way to make these words understandable. Knowledge, understanding, wisdom. You have to start in the correct corner.

We can learn details and we can learn the big picture. Both of these are necessary. We need a big overview, an idea of what the world is and how it fits together. But no matter how long we live, we can always find more pieces that show details inside the picture, and pieces that extend it at the edges. It is a puzzle that is not complete in a lifetime. But we can see many great things in our puzzle picture even so. And continuing to grow is so worth it! A lot of problems become much smaller when we understand their place.

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For instance, most of my fellow Norwegians have more money than I, and live in a slightly higher degree of luxury:  A bigger home, a car, usually a vacation home, or otherwise going on vacations far abroad. These things cost money, and so they worry a lot. If they lived within their means, they would have other worries, but they would not have the added worry of sinking into debt even though they work overtime. So they complain. Can I tell them that they will be less worried if they live a simpler life and buy less unnecessary things?  I suppose I could, but it would have no effect. This is not a knew piece of knowledge that I can add to their heap of puzzle pieces. They already have it, but they cannot see it.

It is like that with many things. There are things I don’t know yet, and there are things I know but have not put into the picture, and there are things I have seen but not yet shaped into life. The picture has not become flesh, so to speak. So I can continue to grow in wisdom for the rest of my life, or until the brain starts unraveling, whichever comes first.

 

Refracting the purer light

Ouch, it is too bright! I kind of know that feeling.

It is hard to read even a few lines of Meditations on the Tarot and not be inspired to write a whole entry about those lines. The reason for this lack of proportion is that higher dimensions multiply when described in lower dimensions. In order to properly describe a mountain in pictures, you need innumerable photographies from every possible angle, and even then you have only described its surface, not its interior.

In a more poetic metaphor, you may compare Unknown Friend’s writing to a beam of bright light, that is refracted into a spectrum when passing through a different medium, which I certainly am. Admittedly, I am not a pure crystal but rather hazy and with shadows and impurities, so some quality would be lost even apart from the loss of compactness, intensity or concentration. Furthermore, I have my own “color” which colors everything that passes through me, so the spectrum I might display is different from the same light passing through another.

If I was a saint, or at least walking the path of sainthood, I could have done this to the Bible itself. In fact, I did, when I was young and innocent – in the sense of innocence where I was covered by grace like a junkyard covered in deep snow. These days, the light from High Heaven seems too bright for me, for the most part. I wonder if I shall live and die this way, illuminated mainly by the lesser lights, similar to the light of the moon rather than the sun itself? Although in the end, there can only be One source of Light, for sure.  (Speaking still in the spiritual sense, of course.)

And to be honest, I probably add a little too. I have lived many years now and learned many things, some by personal experience, some by reading or listening, and a little by the Presence in my heart. When some related ray of light hits my heart, it had the ability to wake up what is there, so that sometimes there comes out more than came in. But generally it is the other way around, at least with Unknown Friend. And let us not get started on Frithjof Schuon, a single paragraph or perhaps a sentence of his could easily expand to fill a book. It is incredibly dense. Or perhaps I am, but then in a less flattering sense!

 

 

Speaking or being spoken

“The road to refinement is difficult.” But you’ve made a great start just by shutting your mouths! Congrats!

In the first chapter of Meditations on the Tarot, our Unknown Friend mentions speech almost in passing (when talking about concentration or yoga as stilling the oscillations of the mental substance, or willed silence of the automatism of the intellect and imagination). His point is that to most people, speaking is automatic. Not in the positive sense that you don’t need to think of how to move your tongue or your vocal cords, but in the negative sense that words just jump out of your mouth without a conscious decision to speak, much less exactly what to speak.

He says that the Pythagorean school prescribed five years of silence for beginners, or “hearers”. Only once they had learned fully how to be silent, could they be allowed to speak. At this time, it was judged that they were no longer just speaking automatically.

By default, there is an inner pressure to speak. The restless activity of the mind seeks an outlet. It is not so much that one has something to share with others, or even that one asks others for a favor.  Rather, there is speaking inside the head and it comes out. In the really bad cases, this is similar to how a baby excretes bodily wastes – it just happens, and the best one can do is clean up the mess afterwards. This is generally how children speak for many years after they have learned continence on the other end. Some people remain in this sad position throughout their lives.

Others – probably most, now that service is such a main source of employment – learn to “potty train” their mouth, so that they can hold back the words that bubble up inside. It may require them to ball their fists in their pockets or behind their back where the customer cannot see it, but then as soon as the source of their agitation is out of earshot, it all comes out.

This kind of verbal excretion is mentioned by Jesus Christ, who says that it is not what goes in through the mouth that makes a human unclean, but what comes out through the mouth: Evil thoughts that come from the heart and pass through the mouth; these make a human unclean. We Christians call this Jesus Christ “our Lord”, but it actually does not come easy to us to obey him in this. Of course it does not, for as long as the evil thoughts (or at least “thoughtless words, which cut like swords”) bubble up inside, the pressure will just keep rising if we close our mouth. Silence of the mouth is a terrible fate if one has no way to achieve at least a modest degree of stillness of the heart.

Stillness of the heart, then, is required in order to truly speak, rather than being spoken by the pressure of words that bubble up from inside. Stillness of the heart is hard to achieve without some degree of solitude. In fact, it takes a lot of solitude for a long time, for most of us. It is not impossible to arrive at this stillness in a noisy, busy, crowded life; but it takes an inordinate amount of dedication and grace put together. To expect that God’s grace (or some other karmic benefit) will make up for the lack of outward quiet – when one has a choice of such quiet – is rather similar to jumping from the top of the temple spire, relying on God’s grace to not get hurt.

Of course, not everyone can live alone or should live alone, or in a monastery of silent monks or nuns. Sometimes you just have half an hour now and then, or perhaps Divine providence makes it so that you cannot sleep for a period at night, so that you then get a chance to still the waves of your mind and commune with the Light in the depths of your heart.

But first and foremost we need to become aware of the words we speak (or type, for those of us so inclined!) We need to choose self-reflection: What did I just say? Where came these words from, did I really mean to say this? We need to reflect on our spoken words for sure if we shall ever hope to reflect on our thoughts.

To the religious, self-reflection saves from Hell; for it is written: “Pay attention to yourself and the teaching,  keep doing this; for when you do so, you shall save yourself and those who hear you.” (The phrasing in your particular religion will vary, but not the fact, surely.) But even if you are not religious in the traditional sense, surely you have a higher aspiration, or you would not be here reading this. You are not like cats or dogs, who make sounds merely to scare enemies, attract mates, evoke sympathy and obtain food.

I have had the opportunity for transformation in this regard that only a tiny, tiny fraction of humanity has ever had in all of history. If I have achieved some degree of awareness and choice of speech, it is no more than is required under such circumstances. In truth, almost certainly less. So I am not here as a teacher to instruct you, but as a fellow aspirant to encourage you in our shared hope and aspiration. May my words have been acceptable.

 

Letters and Light

That’s pretty much the result I am aiming for. Bright, warm happiness. ^_^

I just got an e-mail from the Office of Letters and Light. Despite the pretentious name, it is actually the organization (such as it is) behind the NaNoWriMo movement – the National Novel Writing Month. More about that later, Light willing. Probably a lot more.

From my experience with the NaNoWriMo stampede, there is rather more letters than light, in the sense that many people write rather dark novels. I guess that is an expression of their soul or something – most are young and the majority seems to be girls. Youth is not an easy time for most people these days (and some never recover) and girls don’t have as many opportunities to act out their internal tragedy. So I am understanding if their novel ends with the world exploding or at least the main characters all dying. But that is not what I personally think of as “Letters and Light”!

When we are young, we are usually in the shadow of other souls that have dominated us: Parents, obviously (mostly mothers, these days, at least in Scandinavia), but also teachers and leader personalities in school or in one’s flock of friends. Few have the strength when young to stand up in this massive onslaught of informal authorities, to rise up and say “I must follow my own heart, I must walk in the Light that shines inside my soul.” This did not happen to me until I was around the age of 16.

Each person has his or her own soul and destiny. But when you are young, your destiny has not yet unfolded. Others are responsible for you. But subconsciously you know that the life you should live is different from what your supervisors imagine for you. (Usually – there are some cases where they align, but this is probably the exception these days.) This difference causes a friction that is perceived as a suffering. They are walking in their own light (which may or may not be Light as we know it) and want you to also walk in their light, but you are walking in their shadow until you become you in earnest. This usually takes quite some time.

For me, on the other hand, who has already lived on my own for over 30 years, I rather prefer to write actual “letters and light”, or luminous prose. I want those who might read me to sense some of the happiness and joy of living. I admit that it can get a bit shallow and fluffy. I am not good at Great Drama. I think people who are in an existential crisis should not read my fiction or even my journal, but rather the Book of Job or some such grand message from Heaven. I hope I am a good influence overall, but I don’t think of myself as the kind of person you would call for when you realize that your final hour on Earth is at hand.

(I have a brother who is that kind of person. There is definitely a difference.)

In Meditations on the Tarot, Unknown Friend has a chapter (the High Priestess) where he treats the levels that the Light has to go through to become a book. (Well, among other things. His chapters are pretty wide-ranging.) Perhaps I should read up on that? Well, I guess my aspirations in book-writing are quite a bit lower than his yet. I really don’t think I am up for writing timeless classics anytime soon. But I hope at least my letters will give off light rather than darkness, by and large. That is certainly my aspiration!