The Mystical Failure of Western Culture

by PirateWhistle

As with any act of mysticism, education, philosophical insight, or anything which is sought to reveal truth to the individual, it must be done, simply, as an individual.

The true praxis, the real essential heart of humanity, lies in its ability to discover things, ideas, beings, concepts, truths, within its own sphere. But it is this spherical observation which is folly; the individual sphere is the same sphere of his or her neighbor. Experience as a human being is limited and infinite.

Confusion.
Disorder.
Primitivism.
Nakedness to nature.
Nudity of mind, of being.

Essential to all humanity, these aspects of self-discovery are not self-contained at all; not only are they at the core of all beings, but they discover not the self, but all that is not self.

God is the perversion of the observation that all existence, all the infinitudes of universes, are one speck in a constantly evolving whirlpool of even more. This shape is not correct though, because it can be no shape at all. It is the formlessness of what everything is, pushed together, writhing and rubbing against itself, pushing onward from the pit of its beginning.

God is what we perceive when the infinite is too hard to accept, and we are not ready enough for the revelation that everything is connected to the point of god being an impossibility.

Everything we could have ever wanted, as a species, as a planet, as a universe...lay right around us from the start of conscious time. Ever since the dawn of human kind devastating the planet it was born on, we have sought to reach for what we desire. We have allowed ourselves the laziness inherent in our weaknesses and have become consumed with false perceptions that life is anything but complete, at any point in the race. Scarcity, it seems for us, is a law of the natural world.

But, this is not the case.

Our physical bodies subsist and develop according to physical laws, sustenance from the planet we are inhabiting, and are pleasured by the beings around us. Not only is there no need for formal society, as such, but it actually hinders the ability of humankind to grow toward its evolutionary possibilities.

To realize that we are infinite beings, to realize that we are one facet of one endless form, without prejudice, without duality...this is what is to come, in the real humanity.

But in the false machinations of what we have poisoned our entire universe with, we shall meet a frightened yet much-earned end.

In the tracks we have laid for out species, we will ride at exponentially increasing speed upon a train made of perverted life, into the hands of death.

What is hope to those who have forsaken the obvious in search of the false? It is that there is something better, which can be grasped, and can be obtained. It will quench the driest of thirsts, the most aching hunger, and the most insatiable lust.

It is pure, unfettered reality.

Something which any child of today’s man can only believe to be a fairy tale.

Something which we may only perceive as God, but possesses indeed no such separateness.

In the beginning, our fathers saw no disconnect with any being, even the Gods they invented. They were one with all existence, pure and childlike in their (anti)conception of the world. There was no hypothesis, only phenomenon.

We have attempted a return to such simplified existence, in one form or another, but have failed because we do not start from a complete enough nothingness. Once civilization is acknowledged as the wolf in sheepskin it is, we may begin to deconstruct what we have built, allowing our perceptions to be cleansed to the point where we once again are stars in an infinite universe (but even this is only a linguistic trick; the true purity of being is indescribable for it precedes and destroys definition).

“The way that becomes a way is not the eternal way.”

The life that becomes LIFE is not. It is perversion of the single truth, that of infinity.

I beseech any and every person in existence to take but one moment, and realize that although we may fall into the traps our immediate fathers and mothers have set for us (which propagate the illusion of strained existence and civilization), there are older, ancient traps out real fathers and mothers set for us which allow us a glimpse into what truly is.

Close your eyes.

Dream.

Fall back the thousands of years we have fought against our own perfection, and fall back onto the smooth point of infinite aliveness. It is at the heart of every being, manifesting itself at every turn as the apprehension toward further debasement.

It is at the heart of religious thought, although this does it nearly no justice at all.

It is the nothingness which we perceive as such...but it is perfection.

It is said that there are great Taoist wizards who breath the air and are nourished therein.

It is said that the Buddha exists in a state that is neither existence or the absence of it.

It is said that Christ rose from the dead, only to leave the world again, after showing the endlessness of life.

All these are true, but they are still perversions of the truth. They are the manifestations of what our kind may be, each one of us, if we remove the limitation of existence from our minds.

And in the end, there is only the loud, deafening sound of complete silence. And this is because language is a disease of laziness and illusion. This is because sound debases the true sense of hearing.

Annihilate what you believe, if you truly wish to experience everything you ever wished to dream was possible. At the heart of our awareness lies the relic voice of an old “savage” crying for us to return.

Let us do so.