Friday, March 19, 2004

Like I told Cris tonight, I've been really unmotivated lately. Actually, I can't say it's an issue of motivation. I'm excited about life and have mounds of energy! But that's really it. I think I've been going very far with this "living in the moment" thing, because I can't seem to think past 10 minutes into the future.

I'm actually sitting here having the hardest time packing.

Thursday, March 18, 2004

I have been really enjoying the SciFi Channel's reality TV show Mad Mad House. The premise of the show is fairly straightforward: guests live in a house with five hosts who are called the Alts. They consist of a witch, a modern primitive, a vampire, a naturist, and a voodoo priestess. The guests have to pass a number of trials to get to the final prize of $100,000, though of course the "greater challenge" is to prove to the Alts that each is growing as a person. Every week, one guest is eliminated.

It's interesting that a number of people have had fairly intolerant attitudes toward the show. What is surprising, though, is that they display such attitudes to me even with the knowledge that I am a ceremonial magician and pagan. I would like to illustrate the problem as I see it.

In Berkeley, we typically are very, very careful about the words we use, the generalizations we make, the jokes we crack. Among some circles, it may be okay to say the phrase "That's so gay!" This is especially true for circles which, for instance, include gay people, so that the joke is already assumed to be nothing more than a joke--a sarcastic and ironic quip, as it were. But in any other situation, particularly among strangers, you would never, ever think to use such a phrase, regardless of your own beliefs regarding the implications of using it or your own opinions regarding homosexuals. The fact is that you would not risk offending someone else so audaciously and directly.

Therein lies the surprise for me, when someone so blatantly writes off vampires, witches, etc. as strange, freaks, what have you, with prior knowledge that I live in that same world. Given the correct presumption that these people--usually good friends of mine--are not assholes, the reason is thus: they must assume, a priori, that even I think of these people as strange or weird or what have you. And that's surprising, because I want to say to them, "If you think they're freaks, how is it that you don't think that I'm one?"

I had pondered such an issue as this my freshman year in college. That year I had escaped many, many prejudices I'd held, including prejudices towards queer people in general, including lesbians, flamboyant gay males, those into BDSM, and political activists, socialists, and so many others. And it dawned on me, "If I had lived in prejudices before, only to learn that they aren't the true measure of people, who or what is to say that I won't escape more prejudices in the future?" Indeed, I proved myself correct most recently when I learned to rethink my preconceptions of witches, sorcerers, pagans, vampires, psychics, and this whole occult community.

So it has come to my attention that as we continue to learn more, hear more stories, become more mindful, we will learn to remove all of these preconceptions, all of these systematically indoctrinated perceptions of the world, all of these preconceived notions about others that really do not accurately tell us who they are--not that I'm saying we will ever truly understand how others work. And what I can say for myself is that I have expanded my consciousness and perceptions past the typical mind, for if I am able to think more openly about the most open-minded people in a place like Berkeley, that is quite commendable. I say this not to boast, for none of this is a result of some talent, skill, or even effort on my part. I was just lucky to run into the right people who helped me along the way.

But I do hope that we will learn to rethink the way we understand anything and everything. When we do, from darkness we will truly ecsape, into the greatest light of reality. And I dare say that that reality will be both surprising and familiar to you. Perhaps it will be surprising because it is more familiar than you had thought. Regardless how you take this, I challenge you to accept the fact that you do not know everything. Please do not pay lip service to that just to keep others happy. Live that truth, and then discover how much you do not already know.

Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Thanks to Nephele Carnal from OccultForums for the following AnagramMagick:

My occult name is Meshullam Eitan (משלם איתן).

This is a Hebrew name. "Meshullam" means "friend," and "Eitan" means "enduring." Altogether, this name suggests an individual who may be noted for his loyalty (to a person or path) and strength of character--both valuable qualities in magical workings.

Thanks Nephele! Moreover, I love OccultForums.

Monday, March 15, 2004

Lately I've been trying very hard to achieve a state of true mindfulness, or even enlightenment. I've been meditating daily for 10-20 minutes, and I'm even taking a class in it, but I just don't understand why I can't get there. Today I was rummaging through my old scribble.nu journal posts (the coolest 100 posts I've ever written, between 1999-2001, chronicling a very interesting part of my life) and found the following, which was written during the peak of my faith in Jesus:

Have you ever just sat around and just existed? You know, just... were? A little while after I had decided to become Christian, I suddenly realized my existence. It was in the front of Poly High while we were waiting for the bus that would take us to Valley College. I was just thinking about creation, about where we come from, and like floodgates opening I suddenly realized that I am. It's the weirdest thing. But ever since then I've had moments during which I just sporadically realize existence.

The best way that I can describe it is thus: as a norm, I exist as part of my everyday surroundings. I go to class, go to the bathroom, talk to people, interact with my environment but only given that I am a part of my environment, another actor in the play, a player in the game. But when I just exist, when I realize my place in this universe and that I truly just am, it's like I am, for that moment, in the audience watching the play or in the bleachers watching the game. Suddenly I become a spectator of the universe, and its hits me like a flash that what's around me is around me, and I experience the fullness of my existence. All of a sudden I'm just a watcher, and then all of a sudden I reexamine why I'm doing what I'm doing: why am I at Cal studying astrophysics, or why am I Christian, or why do I even live at all? What anxiety or stress I may have is alleviated in that instant, because worrying suddenly seems so trivial. Surely these moments are gifts from God. Understand, this is as New Age-y as I'll ever get. It's not as weird as you think, though: I think we've all had these small epiphanies here and there, maybe when we realized how much we love our family or friends, perhaps when we kiss someone (haven't experienced that yet, though), or maybe when we just really, really appreciate the beauty and the hideousness around us.

Whoa, it just hit me: is this revelation of existence, of our environment, of the universe: is that where art and beauty come from (well, after the fact that they find their origin in God, anyway)? 'Cause I could never explain that.

Hmmm. Viva especulación.

Sam.


Holy shit. You mean I've actually achieved enlightenment before without knowing it? How did I not remember that?

Moral of the story: I'm not going to get there by trying, because clearly I wasn't trying the last time. I remember that life was very peaceful back then; I really did place all of my trust and faith in God. If anything bad happened, I always reasoned to myself, "It's okay, because God will take care of it." Now that I'm independent, the price I have to pay is, really, the burden of my own life, the weight of the world. To get around that problem may require the dissolution of my pride, which I'm not sure I'm ready for.