Subjectivity

I have a friend who is unable to utter the name of the popular beat combo Coldplay without adding the phrase “…who are shit”.

Now, I am sure that there are many people in the world whose opinion of Coldplay differs from his. After all, they are a very popular band. There are likely many folk for whom Coldplay is the epitome of contemporary rock music and who have found deep emotional and personal resonance with their work.

But you won’t convince my friend of this. You could play him track after track, attempt to point out the lyrical expertise… it will not shift his opinion. His loathing for everything Coldplay stand for comes from a very deep place – his conception of what is ‘good music’ is only one factor, I am sure.

Now, unless Coldplay do something utterly miraculous, or my friend undergoes some kind of transformative experience, this will not change.

But who is right? Are Coldplay shit?

Well, yes. They are.
But not as shit as Linkin Park.

This is the entire history of human religious debate in a nutshell.

aaaand we’re back!

Happy 2009 and all that.

Having spent the last few weeks as a Petri dish for pretty much every viral infection in South West England, I am (somewhat) recovered.

Other news:

The second Guttershaman reprint over at Rending The Veil went live this week, which is very pleasing.

My Beloved The Artist has her first London show this month – more news on that once officially released.

My Beloved The Ex-Neuroscientist Shaman is back in Peru training – her adventures continue at her LJ blog.

As for me… well, the next couple of Guttershaman are forming, as well as a possible long post or new series about the nature of truth, trust and belief – with which I hope to annoy both hard core religious and rationalist types in equal measure.

Oh, and a prediction for the year – Obama is gonna disappoint you. Badly. But he’s still better than the alternative was.

Much more soon!

Gyrus interviews Harpur

My old mate Gyrus just posted his interview with the excellent Fortean hermeticist Patrick Harpur, author of Daemonic Reality and Mercurius (the latter of which he also reviews).

Here’s a snippet:

Gyrus: The threefold division of ‘body, soul & spirit’, as opposed to the dualistic mind/body model so common in our culture, seems central to your work. Could you sketch it briefly, and discuss how you feel “soul” has come to be distorted, misunderstood, or lost?

Patrick: You’ve started with the hardest possible question! I’ve just jotted down 14 ways in which the word ’soul’ can be used, and there are many more. It’s impossible to define. But this flaw is also its strength. Like ‘God’, it’s a portmanteau word, ‘empty’ in itself, yet taking on meaning in different contexts and in relation to other things.

Soul in relation to body likes to personify itself as Jung’s anima, for instance, or as the personal daimon whom Plato describes in his myth of the geezer called Er who returns from the dead at the end of The Republic. It’s different from soul in relation to spirit, which is where I prefer to use the word as the Neoplatonists used it. For them, soul was a whole realm intermediate between the spiritual or intelligible world (nous) and our own familiar sensory, material world. It was Anima Mundi, the Soul of the World, wherein dwell the daimons who link us, as Socrates remarked, to the gods.

However, this all-pervading collective realm was paradoxical: it could also manifest individually, as individual souls—in other words, as us. Since the chief faculty of soul is not reason but imagination, it likes to imagine itself in many different ways, cutting its cloth to suit the times. Thus it re-imagines itself now as Imagination itself—a powerful autonomous realm beloved of the Romantics whence all the myths come—now as Jung’s collective unconscious. It supplies the root metaphor for such modern re-inventions as the earth-spirit Gaia and Sheldrake’s morphogenetic field.

But, in another sense, soul and spirit can be thought of as symbols of the two main perspectives through which we view the world—the two perspectives which create the world we see. We experience them as a tension within ourselves between the spiritual longing for Oneness, unity, purity, light, transcendence etc. and the imaginative need to recognise Manyness, multiplicity, labyrinthine entanglement, darkness, immanence etc. It’s because, historically—ever since the Enlightenment—Western culture has emphasised the preeminence of ‘masculine’ upward-striving Apollonian reason and science that I have tried to emphasise the neglected ’soul’ perspective which is dark, moon-struck, downward-spiralling and Hermetic or Dionysian—the Affirmative way of the artist, as the medieval mystics might have put it, instead of their own Negative way, which disdains and seeks to overcome the images and myths which soul, willy-nilly, besieges us with and which we find so hard to free ourselves from in spiritual disciplines. The great ascents of the spirit into rareified mountain realms where the One dwells in blinding light can be read as a disastrous neglect, even repression, of the Nekiya—the underworld journey of the soul whose course is tortuous and mazy, moving towards darkness and death. That’s why, as far as any sort of gnosis goes, I prefer the soul’s way, death and resurrection, the painful initiatory dismembering of the shaman, to the rather unsexed and anodyne rebirth system of ’spiritual’ paths.

Normal services will be resumed…

Life got a little in the way recently, hence the lack of posts. The next Guttershaman is coming, slowly, but needs a little more fermentation.

I am pleased and honoured to note that the first two Guttershaman articles have been republished over at Rending The Veil, my favourite occult webzine. Many thanks to Sheta Kaey for this.

Currently reading The Red Goddess and finding an awful lot of connections to my own spiritual pursuits.

More soon!

Knowledge makes the brain grow better

I’m lucky to live with people who not only have good brains and use them well, but are also tolerant enough to both provide me with thoughts I wouldn’t otherwise have and to listen to the mad ideas that pop in my transom.

Case in point:

Seeing the recent study on the change in brain wiring of London cab drivers gave me an idea. The study showed that cabbies brains showed strong development changes in the hippocampus region – it got bigger.

Long ago, I learned from Malabar that one of the most noteable neurological changes in adults who are survivors of childhood physical and sexual abuse is atrophy of the hippocampus, which is hard to correct in adults.

So… abuse survivors could train in The Knowledge. The process of learning the thousands of possible routes through London (usually done on bicycle/moped) seems to provide a specific stimulus to hippocampal growth. (Maybe this is due to the vast amount of visio-spacial processing required to gain The Knowledge, possible helped by the other senses – the smell of the brewery round the corner and the chippy near the roundabout, the sound of Speaker’s Corner…)

Hippocampus is stimulated, grows. Helps heal the damage. Once qualified, they could volunteer to drive for women-safe cab services.

Just an idea…

Anathem

Just started Neal Stephenson’s latest doorstop epic novel Anathem. Not a light-weight read, in any sense – but after the first seventy-or-so pages, one does settle into the universe he creates. By page 300, I’m completely enthralled.

Only six hundred to go…

In short, if the size and sheer amount of data thrown at you by the Baroque Cycle was manageable, you’ll dig this.

For a taster, here’s an interesting  and about 90+% accurate video trailer for the book (yeah, weird idea but increasingly common one), with some of the heavily math-inspired music recorded for the book.

Colours of Chaos

I made my way down to London at the weekend for the Colours of Chaos one-day event – a series of talks on chaos magic followed by an evening of ritual.

I had a splendid time. Met some old friends and made some new ones. All the talks had some food for thought – I especially enjoyed those by Julian Vayne and The Kite. The ritual working in the evening was superb  – five potent rites with a group of fifteen or so IOT initiates and a further sixty-odd attendees. Nothing quite like that size of crowd for some serious chanting and energy!

My thanks to the IOT of the British Isles for putting on such a fine event.

A small moment of ego

My loves and I are fond of the occasional game of Scrabble. We recently acquired the version called Super Scrabble and played it for the first time tonight.

The thing about Super Scrabble is the board is bigger and there are more letters – and more bonus squares (including the wonderful Quadruple word and letter squares).

This allowed me to do something rather splendid.

I put down a seven letter word (‘candles’) on two Triple Word Score squares – giving nine times the word total. Between that and the nearby word with a Z in it (which then became another triple-word-score word) I managed a nice total.

One hundred and eighty three points in a single move.

Finished the game with 465 points.

I swear, the second I realised I could make that move was as pure a high as I’ve ever known. Scrabblegasm.

The Soldier and the Hunchback

Today’s word is… ‘interrobang‘.

I found it in this fine article about nelogisms and the silliness of overly-rigid definitions of what is and is not a ‘real’ word, written by lexiconographer Erin McKean. It was described over at Boing Boing as being about ‘English as a user-modifiable technology’, which is a lovely concept… though not one explicated in the original article.

Oh… and interrobang means ‘a combination of the exclamation point and the question mark’. The title of this post, if you haven’t already got the joke, refers to this piece by Aleister Crowley.