The psychological study of mystic consciousness is confronted with a fundamental problem: mystics refer to their experiences of the inexpressible by using texts, that is, to the extent that they communicate at all. However, a verbal description of the experience is like a finger pointing to the moon. Another way of looking at the problem is that the relation between an experience and its verbal interpretation can be compared to a dream and its verbal narrative. What we need to do, then, is to find a method similar to that used by interpreters of dreams.
I have visions when I'm not asleep. They are in the room with me as Blake used to say. Sadly, I can't represent them in pictures. - http://ojs.abo.fi/index.php/scripta/article/viewFile/700/997 People dissolve into demons, imps or grow horns. Other people have auras and the world usually shakes when they are about. I see some pretty terrifying things and get very scared - though I can walk up to such 'creatures' and touch them away. I used to have a 'crime scene cinema' and can still pull up ones that haunt me. On one occasion, CCTV showed my recall right against that of three other police witnesses. I have seen what appeared to be battles (contained in the room yet apparently distant) - and in Moldova saw a massed cavalry charge of Mongols met by western armies from a position looking out from a monastery dug into a limestone hill. A real horse and cart being driven across this view put an end to the experience. There had been a battle there. I've seen trees walk. Whatever it is I always know where the reality is too. I know others. Normally, I would consider people able to report the same experiences good empirical back up. In the religious mystic field I'm afraid I feel I'm witnessing manipulation and copying. I don't like feeling like this about other people. On Tuesday, March 17, 2015 at 10:47:33 PM UTC, archytas wrote: > > Indeed you are a god to me Tony - just don't fall on my spot at the bottom > of the precipice or break Allan's coffee machine on the way down. One > could fall to grace. The Russians stopped drilling into the Earth's core > at about 8 miles. Some believe this was because they could hear the > screams from Hell. In fact, their drill just hit a pot of Allan's double > espresso and Gabby was scalded on the floor below. We have had to keep the > trap-door shut since then, though we now get messages she has made her own > hope and sunshine, > > If the mystics are mystic, why do they keep copying each other like > management textbook writers and gurus? I sort of want something different > and if I had the experience would be really pissed off if I could only > describe it as though I'd just come out of a Tom Perter's session. Of > course, I haven't be purified yet or got a licence to fly the higher plane. > If it's VTOL I promise to drop by and take you on the ride. > > There has to be more to mysticism than the Soylent Green type and the > sales pitchers of its nutritional value. Maths with no numbers does a bit > of it for me, but as we know, Allan zeroes out. We use light to remind > mice about good times and they return to them. Thought a lot on Andrew's > framework down by the river. A couple of young girls were hugging Zak - > his now rather done in back legs got a temporary cure and he bounded with > the mystic eyes of pleasure for a bit. Max went to round the old guy up so > we could go home, but the girls' dad was telling them about river otters, > so we stayed a while. To the girls' delight, the dogs went into the river > to demonstrate. It's out there somewhere. > > On Tuesday, March 17, 2015 at 9:35:33 PM UTC, facilitator wrote: >> >> I happen to be very humble. Sometimes proud of it. I did not answer >> myself. Anyone reading that has to resharpen their senses so as to make a >> more simple response quite profound. >> >> Clearly their is something at work here which requires me know to >> "adjust" my dispenser orifice. My narcissistic arrogance was not present >> at that age since I mostly found myself fighting off gangs from other >> blocks in my urban neighborhood. Very little time to think past which >> alley way is the quickest route home. Being careful not to become cynical, >> I weave my way around and find no alley way. Expounding on this any further >> would probably cheapen the experience. Fascinating! Thinking there might >> be a deity involved would be a first step, thinking I might be my own deity >> is not a step but a precipice. >> >> On Tuesday, March 17, 2015 at 5:13:36 PM UTC-4, archytas wrote: >>> >>> Knowing more than Tony is easy. Like Zaphod Beeblebrox, his ego is >>> bigger than imagination from a slice of Proust's angel cake that took him >>> back to an aunty's. Using such power to visit an aunt reveals a lack of >>> knowledge or a very dull boy. As Tony cannot be the latter, one presumes >>> the former, though this does not exclude the possibility his ego is bigger >>> than the universe itself. >>> >>>> >>>> >>>> -- --- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
