A vaccine against magic
by Jon Rappoport
"Imagination can produce a level of well-being that is
bulletproof, in the sense that, no matter what happens in life, there is
a back-up, there is something that can be created beyond the current
crisis..." (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)
"When I use the word 'magic', I mean everything that can
spring from imagination. Not the silly little things. The big things.
The launching of entirely new realities that outdistance what society is
producing. And setting a limit on what the individual can imagine and
create, and how far he can go, is very much like promoting the idea that
every human is ill and should be a medical patient all his life. It's
sheer propaganda that seeks the lowest common denominator, as a sales
gimmick. In the case of imagination, we're talking about the future of
civilization and human life on the planet---whether it rises or falls,
whether the population finally accepts the notion that every person is a
victim and there is no way out..." (Notes on Exit From The Matrix, Jon
Rappoport)
In the human psyche, from the moment a newborn baby emerges into the light of day, he/she has a desire for magic.
We are told this is an early fetish that fades away as the
experience of the world sets in. As maturity evolves. As practical
reality is better understood.
In most areas of psychology, sensible adjustment to practical
reality is a great prize to be won by the patient. It marks the passage
from child to adult. It is hailed as a therapeutic triumph.
In truth, the desire for magic never goes away, and the longer it is buried, the greater the price a person pays.
A vaccine against a disease can mask the visible signs of
that disease, but under the surface, the immune system may be carrying
on a low-level chronic war against toxic elements of the vaccine. And
the effects of the war can manifest in odd forms.
So it is with an inoculation of reality aimed at suppressing magic.
One of the byproducts of the "reality shot" is depression.
The person feels cut off from the very feeling and urge he
once considered a hallmark of life. Therefore, chronic sadness. Of
course, one explains that sadness in a variety of ways, none of which
gets to the heart of the matter.
It is assumed that so-called primitive cultures placed magic
front and center simply because "they couldn't do better." They didn't
have science, and they couldn't formulate a "true and rational" religion
with a church and monks and collection plate and a European choir and
an array of pedophiles.
Historically, the impulse for magic had to be defamed and
reduced and discredited. Why? Obviously, because the Westerners who were
poking through ancient cultures had already discredited magic in
themselves---they had put it on a dusty shelf in a room in a cellar
beyond the reach of their own memory. But they couldn't leave it alone.
They had to keep worrying it, scratching it, and so they journeyed
thousands of miles to find it somewhere else---and then they scoffed at
it and tried to crush it.
And we wonder why, under the banner of organized religion,
there has been so much killing. At a deep level, the adherents know
they've sold their souls and they're depressed, angry, resentful,
remorseful, and they want to assuage and expiate their guilt through
violence.
But the urge for magic is forever.
And yet the charade goes on. While paying homage and lip
service to ordinary practical reality seasoned with a bit of fairy-tale
organized religion, people actually want to change reality, they want to
reveal their latent power, they want to create realities that, by
conventional standards, are deemed impossible.
They want to find and use their own magic.
In our modern culture, we're taught that everything is
learned as a system. That, you could say, is the underlying assumption
of education. It has far-reaching consequences. It leads to the
systematizing of the mind. The mind is shaped to accommodate this
premise.
"If I want to know something, I have to learn it. Somebody
has to teach it to me. They will teach it as a system. I will learn the
system. I will elevate the very notion of systems. Everything will be a
system."
In the long run, that gets you a lump of coal in a sock, a spiritual cardboard box to live in.
The intellectual enrolls at Harvard, he studies anthropology
for six years, he flies to a jungle in South America, he digs up
remnants of a lost culture, he infers they performed arcane ceremonies
six times a week, he writes monographs---and he concludes they were a
very picturesque society with fascinating customs and totems, and their
brand of magic can best be understood as an inevitable consequence of
their matriarchal organization, which itself was an accommodation to
rainfall levels.
Back home, the anthropologist takes two Paxil and goes off to
teach a class on the meaning of ancient eyebrow trimming in Tierra del
Fuego.
Systems are wonderful things. They produce results. They take
us into technological triumphs. They help us become more rational. But
when they are overdone, when the mind itself becomes shaped like a
system, it reaches a dead-end. Then the mind works against the
unquenchable desire for magic. Then society is organized as a tighter
and tighter system and turns into a madhouse.
And then people say, "Maybe machines can actually think and
choose and decide. Maybe machines are alive. What would happen if we
grafted computers on to our brains? It might be wonderful."
People move in this direction after their own minds have been
shaped, like putty, into systems. They don't see much difference
between themselves and machines.
The desire for magic in every individual is squelched. So the
first order of business is the restoration of imagination, from which
all magic flows. Imagination is sitting there, always ready, waiting.
Imagination is saying, "The mind has been shaped into a
system? I can undo that. I can liberate the mind and make it into an
adventurous vessel. I can provide untold amounts of new energy."
Life is waiting for imagination to revolutionize it down to its core.
Since imagination is a wild card that technocrats can't
absorb in their systems, they pretend it a faculty produced by the
action of atoms in the brain. They pretend it is a delusion that can be
explained by demonstrating, for example, that a machine can turn out
paintings. Or poems.
"You see? We don't need humans to make art. Computers can do just as well. Imagination isn't mysterious at all."
Technocracy and transhumanism flow from the concept that the
human being is just another machine. And any machine can be made to
operate more efficiently.
Meanwhile, imagination waits. It never vanishes. It stands
by, just in case an individual decides to live a life that overflows
with creative power.
If my work in this area has any organized precedent, it is
ancient Tibet where, 1500 years ago, before the priests took over with
their interminable spiritual baggage of ritual, practitioners engaged in
exercises that engaged imagination to the hilt.
This was not about ultimate worship. This was not about some
deep substrate in the Universe that one could plug into, to guide his
actions and thought. It was about liberating the individual from
systems. It was about endless creation.
The first teachers of this Way came from India, where they
had been pushed out of the academies of orthodox religious instruction.
They were rebels. They had offloaded the metaphysical labyrinths of
control. They were, in a sense, artists. Artists of reality.
They were brilliant riverboat gamblers, and in Tibet, for a time, they found a home.
They found students who, as now, were tired of the preaching designed to make humans into sophisticated mind-machines.
These people wanted more. They wanted to awaken their own
imaginations and exceed the illusory boundaries of one space and one
time.
They wanted magic.
Despite every cynical ploy, that desire is still alive.
Here are several quotes from an introduction to my collection, Exit From The Matrix:
"Magic as a natural outcome of imagination has NOTHING to do
with secret societies and their criminal operations and rituals. These
secret societies are bent on imposing masters-and-slaves as their
ultimate structure. That's all they have. That's their limit."
"Magic is, for example, the invention of new ideas. These
ideas prompt the individual to make a sharp turn and invent his future
in a way that is far closer to his heart's desire."
"To make a literary comparison, magic is more poetry and less prose. Magic makes consciousness more alive."
"Magic, which is ultimately imagination, lets a person know
he doesn't have a particular place where he should be. That's a piece of
nonsense and deception. 'You have your place.' No. 'The universe is
telling you that you have a particular place.' When you examine that
statement closely, it turns out that someone is using an idea of
'universe' to impose a limit and a freeze..."
"The idea that magic is ultimately imagination makes no sense
to people who already have a shrunken notion of imagination. They
abandoned their imagination long ago, because they couldn't find a
consensus for it. They were looking in the wrong place. They should have
been looking at artists."
"Crazy artists. Yes. The people who find it quite natural to
invent realities that aren't already existing. The people who exercise
that non-crazy impulse in every field of endeavor."
"When a person begins to realize that the new realities he
can invent are much larger and more far-reaching than he previously
considered, he has dipped his foot in the ocean of magic."
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