Monday, July 28, 2025

 


Is a Pointless Pointillism Even Possible?


The psychonaut and metaphysician Terence McKenna not long before he died predicted more or less in so many words that things would simply get more and more weird until a tipping point was reached, after which there would be wide public acknowledgement of the weirdness, followed by some kind of major cultural and spiritual transformation into a New Age.  We are not there yet, but in my own personal search, made more urgent with age, I continue to accumulate points of light, and also of darkness.  To my chagrin, the points do not cohere well.  One can't step back from the dots in order that the picture show itself in glory, like Notre Dame de Paris at sunset as it is depicted in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.  I will nonetheless point to some of the points, in part with a practical goal of orienting myself as I come closer to teaching about all this in a formal way in the fall, which is, of course, intimidating.

  • The work of certain psychic mediums continues to boggle the materialist mind.
  • A highly-respected Stockholm astrophysicist, Dr. Beatriz Villarroel, has just released two papers for peer review suggesting that hundreds, if not thousands, of "transients" -- objects in the sky that look like stars but do not, in photo-imagery, remain "where they are supposed to be" -- passed into lower earth orbit in the years before Sputnik, and also that some of these waves of transients were correlated in statistically significant ways with nuclear testing and with major UFO sitings, like the wave that spooked Washington, D.C. to a fare-thee-well in 1952.
  • The neurobiologist Andrew Gallimore has published a remarkable book on the workings of dimethyltryptamine, or DMT, called "Death by Astonishment."  With scholarly rigor, he explains what we know about how the brain processes normal sensory information and how that differs from dreams, hallucinations and DMT.  His highly controversial thesis is that the strange and disturbing world that DMT reveals to us is as real as our normal waking state, including its inhabitants, who, with remarkable consistency, show up as armies of "machine elves" that mock us with comical displays that are otherwise beyond imagination.  Given the ability of our bodies naturally to produce DMT when in extremis, this leads to speculation that what awaits us at death may not be a kindly and welcoming dead relative waving us forward through the tunnel, but rather these semi-sinister hordes of what we used to call djinn, genies, leprechauns, elves, the keepers of a world that rivals Alice's Wonderland in its infuriating whimsy.
  • Matthew Lohmeier, our freshly confirmed Undersecretary of the Air Force, a former F-15 pilot and USAF lieutenant colonel, is happy to talk about the close encounter that he and a girlfriend had in his youth, and his own belief that it was tied to intelligent plasma fields that dominate the universe.
  • Our most venerable media, including the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal, are beginning to open the door a crack, even as they continue to display their ignorance and arrogance with "not to worry" narratives that don't stand up to even superficial scrutiny.
  • In a new documentary that is already in the can but awaiting a distribution deal acceptable to its producers --"Age of Disclosure" -- Jay Stratton, one of the seniormost officials who has ever been charged with investigating the phenomenon for the government sub rosa, says that he himself has had direct exposure to non-human craft and non-human intelligent beings.
  • The so-called tridactyls of Peru, on further and further scientific examination, continue to defy prosaic explanation.  A less prosaic explanation is that they are suggestive of genetic interference, genetic manipulation, that took place around the time of Christ.  If so, manipulation by whom and to what end?
There is so much more, but to avoid the deep pitfalls of this psychic space, I need from time to time to step out of it; I need to attempt to get to the cheerful serenity on display in The Band's "When You Awake" --

I sat upon my grandpa's knee.
What do you think he said to me? --

"When you awake you will remember everything,
You will be hangin' on a string ...
You were born but to grow old and never know ..."

Wash my hands in lye water,
I got a date with the captain's daughter ...
Snow's gonna come and frost gonna bite,
My old car froze up last night.

Ain't no reason to hang my head,
I could wake up in the mornin' dead.

(And if I thought it would do any good
I'd stand on the rock where Moses stood ...)



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