Category: Mysticism

  • On science & pseudoscience

    Pseudoscience really irks me. That’s not to say I don’t believe in mystical experiences and ways of knowing beyond rationality. I just don’t confuse the two.

    Using scientific principles to describe subjective experiences and nonrational phenomena is sloppy at best and deceptive at worst.

    Spiritual principles are well-described using spiritual language, leaving the quantum field theory on the chalkboard, where it belongs. So if Joe Dispenza could just…please not. (For all I know, his meditation techniques might be totally baller, but I can’t get past the pseudoscience to actually hear him.)

    I confess, sometimes I mess with new agers by telling them I have a PhD in “Crystal Energy Physics”, which is literally true – my thesis was on x-ray diffraction (energy physics) through bent Laue silicon crystals.

    Like a proper scientist, I’m uncertain about phenomena that lie outside the limitations of present-day measuring instruments. And, I’ve experienced enough weird-ass shit and heard enough weird-ass stories from reliable witnesses to believe there is more in heaven & earth than is dreamt of in our philosophies.

    “Not-sure-about-the-existence-of” is not the same as “Sure-about-the-non-existence-of”; the former is agnostic, the latter is religious. Meanwhile, many of the greatest physicists of the 20th century were practitioners of Eastern mysticism – so I consider myself in good company.

    It’s a vast and weird universe, and to think we’ve mapped and measured it all is simply arrogant. I think it’s far more interesting to let the mysteries be mysteries until we understand them.

  • On Surrender

    Several teachers have told me that the key to happiness is surrender. Or at least, that’s how my personality interpreted it. I’m reading a book right now called “It’s Not Your Money” and it’s all about letting go and letting God.

    Let God take care of my abundance project. Let God bring me what I need when I need it. And to be fair, I’m privileged enough that in this life, I’ve always had what I needed. I’ve never missed a meal or even a workshop because I couldn’t afford it. It’s never been quite clear where my fear of scarcity came from…

    Ancestors? Certainly my mother has it. She didn’t grow up rich, but I don’t think she ever went hungry due to poverty, either. She definitely saw to it that I never did!

    Past Life? Almost without doubt, just going by statistics. I figure I’ve lived at least thousands, if not millions of times. I’ve been on this planet for 170,000 years, ever since my home system went supernova. Now that was a planet of abundance! No one went without what they needed. It wasn’t even a concept we had. But this planet, this Earth, it’s got competition and limited resources seemingly baked into the equation.

    So here I am, again. Telling myself to Surrender. Give my life to Service. Be the Hollow Bone through which life can manifest and the Divine can bring forth Love.