liquid light

“Everyone who is seriously involved in the pursuit of science becomes convinced that a spirit is manifest in the laws of the Universe - a spirit vastly superior to that of man.“ - Albert Einstein

The wikipedia entry on intelligent design states the following:

“The unequivocal consensus in the scientific community is that intelligent design is not science but pseudoscience.”

It seems as if Albert Einstein is no longer considered a part of the “scientific community”, along with the likes of David Bohm & Ervin Laszlo.

Reducing & limiting the concept of intelligent design to flat-earth theologians who believe the earth was created in 6 days a few thousand years ago smells like rank disinformation.

over the last few months i have been wrestling some demons & attempting to identify, isolate & root out a number of maladaptive & life-sapping mental programmes within me - the process continues.

on this blog i have begun to challenge what i perceive to be a schizoid subset of theology within christendom, that subliminally yet profoundly undermines many peoples beliefs about & experience of the Divine - as well as our perception of our self.

how many of us unconsciously relate to our divine parents like the fearful servant in Christ’s parable. the one that saw the master as intimidating & exacting, buried the treasure out of fear and thus did not create, did not go forth and multiply.

i believe the divine Source - our holy Mother & Father - wants us to move beyond such fear-based belief structures and no longer flirt with entanglement.

there is a rather crude but wise saying that says: “you cannot polish a piece of shit”. certain teachings stick to our soul, like pieces of poop. let us stop polishing them and rather identify, isolate, eliminate & move beyond them. to do so requires that we trust ourselves & our ability to identify truth or lies.

that which goes together, fits together. that which emerges out of the fetid swamp of fear stands inconcruent with love.

so long as we aim to remain true to our call, we will always have those who shout, “heretic! fool! reprobate!”

to them our Self must proclaim : “G-d dances to the beat of my syncopation - and yours too, if u would but find it”.

temples of flesh & soul: let us drum! dance! paint! write! play! ask! doubt! rebel! embrace! serve! imagine! quest!

we are giants held down by the cretins within.

Viva Wakey Wakey!

we’re coming UP UP UP…..

how often do you get asked by friends, work colleagues, the government census or whatever, “what’s your religion/faith?”

when it comes to our spiritual path, do we really need a label? as a songwriter i have been asked numerous times, “so what style are you?” - i always struggle to answer because while it might serve the marketeers, such labels limits the artist and say very little about their work.

i have reached the point where calling myself a “christian” holds little meaning for me. owning that label might reassure those concerned christians within my circle who would otherwise be worried about my salvation - i don’t take their concern lightly by the way - but it says virtually zero about me, the spiritual being currently undergoing a physical experience.

some people who call themselves “christian” also hate jews, revile homosexuals, do 1000 press-ups every morning, drink whisky, hug everyone they meet, only drink freshly ground coffee, denounce alcohol, hunger for armageddon, abstain from sex, believe in open marriage…yada yada yada.

all of the above, by calling themselves “christian”, would claim to be following the example of Christ and adhering to the bible, as they understand it.

currently i like the phrase, “christian - currently uninstalling”. after several decades of wrestling & searching primarily within the christian framework, i feel a growing desire to step out from under the “christian” tag altogether and embrace my ecumenical & eclectic nature.

as Seeker.

finish en klaar.

1. Christ said, “If you have seen me, you have seen the Father”.

therefore: character of Christ = character of G-d the Father.

2. G-d the Father never changes in character - according to various scriptures.

therefore: character of G-d the Father = character of Christ, throughout spacetime.

3. Christ condemned stoning and other such acts, teaching mercy & non-judgement.

therefore: G-d the Father must condemn stoning and other such acts, teaching mercy & non-judgement.

BUT:

4. According to the first testament, G-d orders the stoning of rebellious children and genocide of entire tribes, including innocent children, women and livestock.

therefore:

1. G-d’s character has not remained constant through spacetime.

or

2. G-d is schizophrenic.

or

3. the barbaric acts claimed to be either condoned or ordered by G-d in the first testament are nothing of the sort - but rather projections of ego onto G-d, fabricated spiritual justification, fabrications & lies etc.

something has to give.

we can’t have our cat and stone it…

pity this busy monster, manunkind
pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
— electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.

a world of made
is not a world of born — pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. we doctors know

a hopeless case if — listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go

– e. e. cummings

about 10 years ago i sat at the waterfront mug & bean cafe in cape town, reading a paper. this guy sat down next to me at the counter and we eventually got talking. by the time i left, he had turned me on to the wonderwacky world of quantum physics. i couldn’t wait to get to cape town library, where he said i could find a copy of Capra’s tao of physics.

V had spent the last 3 years living out of his beaten up car, between cape technicon and the oriental bazaar. although homeless, he had talked the tech library into letting him frequent it and over the following years had gorged his considerable intellect on mathematics, fuzzy logic, quantum physics, set theory, electronics etc.

although located 6000 miles north of him in 3D, we still keep in contact. while often homeless in this one, i have no doubt that in an alternate universe V received a scholarship to study at MIT and went on to become a renowned leftfield polymath.

he had a real impact on me back then, which continues.

for anyone interested in exploring the new physics, the following books offer an accessable & enjoyable starting point:

Nic Herbert - Quantum Reality
Fritjof Capra - The Tao of Physics
Dancing Wu Li Masters - Gary Zukav

“The illiterate of the 21st century will not be those who cannot read and write, but those who cannot learn, unlearn, and relearn.”

Alvin Toffler

while writing a meditation on a friends painting project yesterday - 080202 - in the early hours, i received the following:

“Awake!”, the voice said, “from the great sleep of certainty.”

this could partly be explained by the intense study of robert anton wilson’s writings that forms my current reading trajectory. in the 10 odd years since i first discovered his work, i have increasingly come to suspect that in him, i have found a profoundly

synergistic

alchemical

shamanic

generalist

skeptic

optimistic

paradoxical teacher and fellow human being.

when i was back in cape town last, i was having a wonderful meal with some friends when we got on to the topic of spirituality, quantum physics etc? i started talking about RAW - as he’s often referred to in print - and went on to say that i suspect he will be seen as one of the greatest thinkers of the 21st century. i received a couple of confused looks, followed by the question: “don’t you mean the 20th century?”. we were only 6.5 years into the new century, so i can understand the confusion.

such is the esteem in which i hold Bob’s life’s work - not that i agree with everything in it.

he upgraded
from his monkey suite
on 11th january 2007
and continues via his life
and work
to assist others
in breaking out of narrow
reality tunnels
and into new
& richlywide
vistas.

with thanks
i dedicate my clarion call to my Self, to his memory:

AWAKE! FROM THE GREAT SLEEP OF CERTAINTY!

*this is in no way intended to forget or otherwise underestimate the profound person that went by the name of Werner Heisenberg, the honoury Alphameric Bishop of the FirstLast Church of Uncertainty.

upwards and inwards.

/r…

greetings all.

i just want to thank everyone who has visited, engaged and contributed to my blog since it’s inception. there have been so many generous responses, encouragements, questions and points of view, all of which i appreciate - it’s such a gift to be able to commune with people who we may never meet in the flesh and yet still connect with.

words escape me, which is a sure sign to down tools. in 2008 i intend to focus more on music, mirth, magic & mystery. apologies to Tim, Nic, Don R, Andy and others for not answering your genuine enquiries about my experience & view of gnosis. i could write 10000 words in response, but it would merely be a long-winded way of stating the following:

i know that i don’t know.

thanks to one and all & best wishes for Christmas and the year ahead.

over but not out.

russell aka liquidlight aka gwanda…

leaving the bosom of our divine father and mother, the sparks descend through realms now forgotten. clothed in garments of skin and bone we emerge baptised through blood, into the light of material existence. this central gnostic myth teaches that the yearning we feel echoes our state of exile, as beings oblivious to the divine within as we seek g-d without. i am currently developing a regular practice of active imagination, which the ancient gnostics - as well as modern one’s such as Jung - used in order to explore the inner realms. the following is one such journey:

in my imagination i come across a stone slab on a forest floor, covered in roots and dirt. with great effort i drag, push & pull until an opening is revealed, large enough for me poke my head through. by the light of the outside world i make out a rough spiral stair, hewn out of rock and descending into black. hungry for the darkness i pull the slab aside further and looking quickly around, slip quietly inside and onto the beckoning step below.

while gently brushing the wall with my right hand for orientation, i descend the spiral for several minutes until finally, i reach bottom. the air feels hot and dry and the ground, soft. i get the urge to take off my shoes in recognition of it’s holiness. at this point i realise that rather than rock or earth, i am standing in warm sand. i look up and immediately notice a flickering light in the distance.

i slowly move towards it and by a subtle luminescence cast by the light, i realise a gigantic overhanging rock overshadows me. very soon i exit the cave and gazing upward, am transfixed by an immense night sky. something about the stars brings a sudden wave of forlornness, of homesickness for somewhere not of this world and long forgotten. however, i am soon roused by the sound of distant drumming and laughter.

….in a desert underground.