If you missed last weekend’s Living Mystery Symposium 2021: Diversity In Consciousness, you missed a mind-blowing conversation from heart between Lehua Lopez and Tiokasin Ghosthorse, a psychedelic evolutionary alternative from Dennis McKenna, an “apocalyptic” revelation about Friedrich Nietzsche and other famous figures in the humanities, an in-your-face honest assessment of his high strangeness life by Whitley Strieber, a kundalini demonstration and frank commentary by yours truly, and an explosive roundtable discussion between all the speakers that probably sent half of them to their therapists afterward.
Inflammable descriptives aside, fear not! For ye hath missed nothing. The Living Mystery Symposium lives on Youtube and is inviting you to its home. Dare to enter and be changed….
The irony of materialists is that they most believe in what’s in their own heads to the extent that there is nothing sacred in nature. If it’s man-made, swell, that’s sacred. This is why they wouldn’t put an observatory on Mount Rushmore but they’d have no problem turning Mauna Kea into an astronomy theme park.
So what do Hawaiians do? They turn to Japanese funders and appeal to their sense of the sacred by comparing Mauna Kea to Mount Fuji. Even wealthy Japanese capitalists understand that connection. Not enough to turn away from their truly sacred object, money, but enough to maybe feel guilt for five seconds before going all-in on the desecration of sacred Mauna Kea.
And so it was going to be, the beginning of an essay on the nature of the sacred, nature as the sacred, and the racism of materialists who believe that all cultures, like everything else human, are products of neurons firing away in the brain. Since they’re smart enough to have figured that out, theirs is the only one that matters.
Buuuut, as with so many other half-assed essays on this blog, I never got around to it. So that’s all I’ve got–the kernel of a thing. Which is fine because I went on to do an entire season of Our Undoing Radio episodes about the sacred, including a Hawaiian perspective and Mauna Kea. Not so lazy after all, I guess.
It’s weird how some things I wanna write out and some talk out. Get them out in either case, sure, but why the why, if you catch my drift?
Do any of you get that way? Do you know why?
For me, I know it’s not the scope of the issue. If it’s too complex I actually tend to want to write it out to make sure it’s precise. Hence, I Am To Tell You This And I Am To Tell You It Is Fiction is a book and not a podcast miniseries. Of course now that I’m done writing it, speeches about it are writing themselves in my head with nowhere to go. So, if you’re a podcaster/radio show host reading this, please consider me for a guest. If you are not one but have a favorite show you’d like to hear me on, recommend me to them or them to me so that I may contact them. I haven’t paid any attention to paranormal podcasting in years and have no idea what’s out there anymore. I know there are a ton of shows, but I don’t know if they suck or not.
Between OurUndoing.com and this book, perhaps I should be extending into “spiritual” or “mysticism” podcasts. There again, I know nothing of them, and when I look I see a bunch of bible-thumping Christian podcasts. When did “spiritual” become equated with “Christianity” in podcasting/radio?
On a positive note, I no longer feel like an author without an audience. Sales have been great, frankly, especially given my complete lack of presence anywhere outside of one Dreamland interview and my other podcast, The Experience. And especially especially because when I look at the charts of popular UFO-related lit on Amazon, it is by and large filthy hot garbage. So, either my book is filthy hot garbage, too, or there is a real hunger for better.
I’m willing to take my chances and believe this book is better. At least deeper. I mean deeper as a whole, not just my takes on the individual talking points. I say this because I’m seeing reviews and receiving personal feedback from readers who say that the book sticks with them, they have read it multiple times already, and/or it has changed them. It’s a book that washes over you, I think, as opposed to something you read and go, “That’s nice,” and tuck away forever, except to tell people, “Oh, I read that, too. I liked it.”
This isn’t a book you like. You don’t have a small shrug of a feeling about it. If you get it, it takes you. It does for you what your interest in paranormal/alien/occult/mystical topics used to do in the first place: It shows you there is more to reality than you know and that this more is also deeply you. You, who have read all these books to the point of being dulled by them. It makes you feel that inspiration again.
Yes, it powers down the robot in you who forgot what it was like to imagine BIG for the first time. It takes you out of the box you thought you were out of when you assumed others didn’t think outside the box like you. It calls foul on all materialists everywhere and shows you where else the sacred lives. The sacred calling to you right now.
Also? It’s fuckin’ funny. Buy it. Read it. And get me on the damned radio already, for Christ’s sake.