The Assemblage Point

This morning I want to make a bit of a digression from the theme of the last couple of postings and speak to a rather strange and arcane subject — that of the “assemblage point”. “The assemblage point” comes from Carlos Castaneda’s writings, which are about his apprenticeship to the Yaqui Indian brujo (sorcerer and teacher) he calls “don Juan Matus”.

It is a very intriguing and quite plausible idea, which I will try to describe here. I’ve not come across a description of anything like it in other “esoteric” accounts except possibly in one other place — William Blake — and a possible elliptical reference to it in Jill Bolte-Taylor’s “stroke of insight” TED talk.

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The New Normal is the Gorgon

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

— WB Yeats, “The Second Coming“

Last evening, I had a very long talk with my ex- about the state of the world. She’s in a blue funk about it and world-weary. She doesn’t even use social media. And although you could delete your social media accounts, or ignore the newspapers, television, and radio, you won’t escape the New Normal, because many of the people you will encounter in daily life will have become vectors for it themselves. The New Normal has very rapidly become our very milieu — the sea we swim in. We had best learn to understand it if we hope to stop being fish and become birds…. or eagles. That is to say, to learn to “unfold the wings of perception”.

Chaotic Transition and the Inner Senses

 

“One must have chaos within oneself to give birth to a dancing star…” Nietzsche

“If it were not for the Poetic or Prophetic character the Philosophic & Experimental would soon be at the ratio of all things, & stand still unable to do other than repeat the same dull round over again” — William Blake, “There is NO Natural Religion“

I’ld like to follow up this morning on a comment I posted to the previous post — that if we are going to survive the present chaos and mayhem (or the “information apocalypse“), we are going to have to resort to those “inner senses” and resources that we have seldom, if ever, deployed. Evolving or unfolding those inner senses (or what we call “the intuitive senses”) isn’t a luxury. It’s become a matter of survival. And if “transition” means anything, it means that — a shift from an exclusive reliance on the physical senses, to an emphasis on these intuitive or inner senses.