Byrons_Ghost
First Post
Taylor's head felt like it was spinning, his thoughts cascading in circles, jumping from one to another around a single, central point. One that he felt he could close in on.
Realizing that Franks had asked another question, Taylor casts about for an answer. "Yes, well.... hm. I'd have to think about it..."
His thoughts come faster, as disparate pieces of information weave themselves together:
Myths, archetypes, thought elementals, manifesting themselves through people- and these others trying to remove them, almost like exorcists... where was that mass exorcism several years ago? Chile, or perhaps Brazil? Tribal beliefs have survived as Santeria down there- same as voudoun in the Caribbean. Believers willingly give themselves to possession, like the spirit mediums of the previous century.
But most mediums were fakes. So, perhaps, more in lines of Sufi ecstatics- and the Sufis have a distinct mind/body architecture- their rites are designed to put the mind in touch with different patterns. So are many of the Tibetan schools, Buddhist and Bon... their practices are quite similar to Sufis, but we've known for some time there was probably a cultural exchange somewhere along the line. Jung did studies of Tibetan mythology for some of his theories, and modern western theories of thought elementals and sentient desires have their roots in eastern philosophy. Some seekers even picture themselves as gods, living as their mythological heros...
As Taylor rapidly considers one trancendental path after another, he begins to perceive things in an odd way. The sense of both calm and excitement that flows through him reminds him of the feeling left him by his recent dreams, in which he was sure that he was putting together elements of the puzzle that he couldn't retain upon waking. But now he is aware of what he is going through, and of his situation, even if not his surroundings.
Like seeing a picture from a new angle, it suddenly occurs to Taylor that there are even mythic overtones in his current situation: his own uncertainty, and risk in coming here to seek knowledge; his mysterious guide, who seems more and more to becoming some spiritual adversary; their unknown destination, as they hurtle in a sepulcher car along the highways, the lifelines, of a great city, surrounded by humanity and yet totally cut off from it.
Taylor sees that the things happening around him physically, in the now, are a type of ritual in themselves. He thinks of legends of initiates, those who have pulled aside the veil themselves to see the truth of things. He begins to search for the missing piece to complete this puzzle before him, the trial or ordeal that will complete the process and bring him through to the other side...
Realizing that Franks had asked another question, Taylor casts about for an answer. "Yes, well.... hm. I'd have to think about it..."
His thoughts come faster, as disparate pieces of information weave themselves together:
Myths, archetypes, thought elementals, manifesting themselves through people- and these others trying to remove them, almost like exorcists... where was that mass exorcism several years ago? Chile, or perhaps Brazil? Tribal beliefs have survived as Santeria down there- same as voudoun in the Caribbean. Believers willingly give themselves to possession, like the spirit mediums of the previous century.
But most mediums were fakes. So, perhaps, more in lines of Sufi ecstatics- and the Sufis have a distinct mind/body architecture- their rites are designed to put the mind in touch with different patterns. So are many of the Tibetan schools, Buddhist and Bon... their practices are quite similar to Sufis, but we've known for some time there was probably a cultural exchange somewhere along the line. Jung did studies of Tibetan mythology for some of his theories, and modern western theories of thought elementals and sentient desires have their roots in eastern philosophy. Some seekers even picture themselves as gods, living as their mythological heros...
As Taylor rapidly considers one trancendental path after another, he begins to perceive things in an odd way. The sense of both calm and excitement that flows through him reminds him of the feeling left him by his recent dreams, in which he was sure that he was putting together elements of the puzzle that he couldn't retain upon waking. But now he is aware of what he is going through, and of his situation, even if not his surroundings.
Like seeing a picture from a new angle, it suddenly occurs to Taylor that there are even mythic overtones in his current situation: his own uncertainty, and risk in coming here to seek knowledge; his mysterious guide, who seems more and more to becoming some spiritual adversary; their unknown destination, as they hurtle in a sepulcher car along the highways, the lifelines, of a great city, surrounded by humanity and yet totally cut off from it.
Taylor sees that the things happening around him physically, in the now, are a type of ritual in themselves. He thinks of legends of initiates, those who have pulled aside the veil themselves to see the truth of things. He begins to search for the missing piece to complete this puzzle before him, the trial or ordeal that will complete the process and bring him through to the other side...
