12-07-2018, 12:00 AM
There are some feelings that are simply too complex or intense for us to put into words. I like what Don Juan says about the failure of words:
"The flaw with words is that they always force us to feel enlightened, but when we turn around to face the world they always fail us and we end up facing the world as we always have, without enlightenment. For this reason, a sorcerer seeks to act rather than to talk and to this effect he gets a new description of the world--a new description where talking is not that important, and where new acts have new reflections."
The Japanese word Natsukashii represents an intense nostalgia, an unquenchable desire to return to the 'golden times' of whatever context is concerned.
The German word Sehnsucht means extreme longing.
I think since I'm an INFP, I experience things in a more emotional manner than in a rational manner, and for this reason I have unveiled a deep feeling I have been feeling over the past couple years. It's a sad longing for some unbelievably amazing time. It's as if I used to be part of a group of amazing people capable of amazing things, like if they lived on an MMO world but in real life with tremendous power (I apologize for the gaming terminology, I am a millennial).
The most intense version of this feeling came to me when I read the Second Ring of Power, which despite being one of the worst books due its lack of Don Juan and just depicting Carlos indulging like a buffoon, there's a part of the book that really killed me. It's when Carlos hears by the little sisters that Don Juan left the world together with his band and Eligio. They went into another world to experience inconceivable acts of perception while Carlos is stuck in a nightmare of the flyer's doing. Of course he is only indulging so much because he is in the first attention, but when he remembers everything he becomes a formless warrior.
I also associate this sadness of knowing the amazing people you once had contact to went away with the last scene of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, in which Frodo leaves the world with the highest of sorcerers and leaves Sam behind. Even though I was quite young when I watched that scene, I felt a tremendous sadness. As I'm writing this I also remembered that I associate it a little bit too with the Last Airbender, in which Ang used to belong with a group of awesome Avatars until everything was destroyed and he was frozen in the ice.
I think actually that the reason for all of this is pretty simple. These myths, whether they be Tolkien books or mythology or music or paintings or even television series, they all amount up to the same thing. We humans share, in the deep depths of our soul, a very powerful sentiment regarding all this. We have an eternal lasting for the time when we were the kings of the Earth, when we ran around with pure freedom and capable of extraordinary feats of perception and awareness. Everything changed when the flyers came, though, and they still are here. We are still trapped. I like Don Juan's metaphor for this:
"Our great collective flaw is that we live our lives completely disregarding that connection. The busyness of our lives, our relentless interests, concerns, hopes, frustrations, and fears take precedence, and on a day-to-day basis we are unaware of being linked to everything else.
Being cast out from the Garden of Eden sounds like an allegory for losing our silent knowledge, our knowledge of intent. Sorcery, then, is a going back to the beginning, a return to paradise."
On the Active Side of Infinity, before the chapter of the mudshadows/flyers, Don Juan hints at them by saying:
"The old sorcerers called it inner silence because it is a state in which perception doesn't depend on the senses. What is at work during inner silence is another faculty that man has, the faculty that makes him a magical being, the very faculty that has been curtailed, not by man himself but by some extraneous influence."
And on the chapter where he tells Carlos of the flyers he also says:
"What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic."
The darkness of what we read in this chapter is so abhorring that I think none of us actually understands it. Maybe some of us shook and spit out a nervous laughter, but I think one day, as the we progress on the sorcerer's path, we will actually have enough personal power to truly understand what Don Juan meant by this, and that will be a scary fucking day.
"The flaw with words is that they always force us to feel enlightened, but when we turn around to face the world they always fail us and we end up facing the world as we always have, without enlightenment. For this reason, a sorcerer seeks to act rather than to talk and to this effect he gets a new description of the world--a new description where talking is not that important, and where new acts have new reflections."
The Japanese word Natsukashii represents an intense nostalgia, an unquenchable desire to return to the 'golden times' of whatever context is concerned.
The German word Sehnsucht means extreme longing.
I think since I'm an INFP, I experience things in a more emotional manner than in a rational manner, and for this reason I have unveiled a deep feeling I have been feeling over the past couple years. It's a sad longing for some unbelievably amazing time. It's as if I used to be part of a group of amazing people capable of amazing things, like if they lived on an MMO world but in real life with tremendous power (I apologize for the gaming terminology, I am a millennial).
The most intense version of this feeling came to me when I read the Second Ring of Power, which despite being one of the worst books due its lack of Don Juan and just depicting Carlos indulging like a buffoon, there's a part of the book that really killed me. It's when Carlos hears by the little sisters that Don Juan left the world together with his band and Eligio. They went into another world to experience inconceivable acts of perception while Carlos is stuck in a nightmare of the flyer's doing. Of course he is only indulging so much because he is in the first attention, but when he remembers everything he becomes a formless warrior.
I also associate this sadness of knowing the amazing people you once had contact to went away with the last scene of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, in which Frodo leaves the world with the highest of sorcerers and leaves Sam behind. Even though I was quite young when I watched that scene, I felt a tremendous sadness. As I'm writing this I also remembered that I associate it a little bit too with the Last Airbender, in which Ang used to belong with a group of awesome Avatars until everything was destroyed and he was frozen in the ice.
I think actually that the reason for all of this is pretty simple. These myths, whether they be Tolkien books or mythology or music or paintings or even television series, they all amount up to the same thing. We humans share, in the deep depths of our soul, a very powerful sentiment regarding all this. We have an eternal lasting for the time when we were the kings of the Earth, when we ran around with pure freedom and capable of extraordinary feats of perception and awareness. Everything changed when the flyers came, though, and they still are here. We are still trapped. I like Don Juan's metaphor for this:
"Our great collective flaw is that we live our lives completely disregarding that connection. The busyness of our lives, our relentless interests, concerns, hopes, frustrations, and fears take precedence, and on a day-to-day basis we are unaware of being linked to everything else.
Being cast out from the Garden of Eden sounds like an allegory for losing our silent knowledge, our knowledge of intent. Sorcery, then, is a going back to the beginning, a return to paradise."
On the Active Side of Infinity, before the chapter of the mudshadows/flyers, Don Juan hints at them by saying:
"The old sorcerers called it inner silence because it is a state in which perception doesn't depend on the senses. What is at work during inner silence is another faculty that man has, the faculty that makes him a magical being, the very faculty that has been curtailed, not by man himself but by some extraneous influence."
And on the chapter where he tells Carlos of the flyers he also says:
"What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic."
The darkness of what we read in this chapter is so abhorring that I think none of us actually understands it. Maybe some of us shook and spit out a nervous laughter, but I think one day, as the we progress on the sorcerer's path, we will actually have enough personal power to truly understand what Don Juan meant by this, and that will be a scary fucking day.
. moves one to good places...