It has been the assumption by many of those in the world of letters that Professor Tolkien’s discovery of The Red Book of Westmarch (and other writings) in the early 20th century was not so much an exhumation as a fabrication. That is, like James Macpherson and the famous controversy of Ossian two hundred years earlier, Mr. Tolkien was considered not an historian but a fiction writer. But unlike Ossian, the existence of Mr. Tolkien’s sources was never even questioned: they were dismissed by all but the most credulous (or faithful) readers out of hand. The documents were believed to be a literary device; almost no one took them seriously. This saved Professor Tolkien the trouble of proving his assertions, but it has led to serious misunderstanding.
It is surprising that no one found it at all strange that a professor of philology with no previous fiction writing credentials, at a premier university, should be the one to ‘imagine’ an entire history, complete with vast chronologies and languages and pre-languages and etymologies and full-blown mythologies. No one thought to ask the question that was begged by all this: if a previously unknown cache of historical documents of a literary nature were to surface anywhere on earth, where would that be?
At the top of the list would certainly be the archaeology departments of Oxford or Cambridge. Who else is still digging in the British Isles? Who else cares about such arcane (and provincial, not to say insular) matters? And who would these archaeologists consult when faced with unknown languages in unknown characters in untranslatable books? They would go first to their own philologists in their own universities, to experts on old northern languages. This is exactly what Mr. Tolkien was.
Coincidence? I think not. And when those discoveries were found to be of the nature they were—positing the existence of hobbits and elves and dwarves and dragons—is it any wonder the archaeologists washed their hands of the whole mess, never wishing to jeopardize their careers by making any statement about the authenticity, or even the existence, of their great find? One would expect them to make a gift of it all to the eccentric philologist who believed in it, though it was not in the least believable. To let him hang himself out to dry in any way he saw fit. Who could have foreseen, after all, that he would publish it to ever greater wealth and fame, and never have to explain a thing? The strange turns that history takes, not even the historians can predict.
The truth is that The Red Book (or a copy of it) did, and probably still does, exist.
Through the realisation of the state of profound inactivity (that is not limited to its own definitional boundaries), these states naturally arise. It is not an effort of intellect that achieves these states, and these states are not created out of a logical construction. The existence of these states is ethereal and not dependent upon the ego in any way. These states naturally manifest when course delusion is transcended, but the Mind Ground that the Ch’an methods seeks lies even beyond these extraordinary achievements. The pitfalls are many and these states should not serve as the basis for meditation. Unusual abilities of both mind and body are a consequence of a deep and profound inner journey, and never the focus of the journey itself. All must be left behind – even the notions of divine powers.
The ego will try to prevent its own transcendence by taking-on the pretence of spirituality and mimicking these divine powers – catching many beings in a trap that ultimately makes matters spiritually worse, rather than better. The deluded spiritual teacher wraps many innocent beings into his false understanding; this is why the Ch’an method demands an absolute honesty that pushes the practitioner on toward true understanding and realisation. In the records of Ch’an masters – even a monk who had died – and then re-animated his dead body – had not achieved the final position. This demonstrates that some times, when some progress has been made on the spiritual path, the consequential fruits can hinder further progress and become a gold chain that blocks development.
The Buddha himself cut through the haze of delusion in two ways; one way involved the meticulous explanation of Dhamma – expressing the same wisdom from many different perspectives. Including the use of chanting to break through – and secondly the direct approach that allows for no distinction whatsoever. This is why the Buddha’s pathway is very diverse. It can be entered from many different life-circumstances, but despite which dharani door is used, the Mind Ground that is realised is exactly the same.
‘Licchavi Vimalakirti came to the foot of that tree and said to me, ’Reverend Sariputra, this is not the way to absorb yourself in contemplation. You should absorb yourself in contemplation so that neither body nor mind appear anywhere in the triple world. You should absorb yourself in contemplation in such a way that you can manifest all ordinary behavior without forsaking cessation. You should absorb yourself in contemplation in such a way that you can manifest the nature of an ordinary person without abandoning your cultivated spiritual nature.’
Vimalakirti Nirdesa Sutra
What is Ch’an? Ch’an is the name of mind,What is mind? Mind is
the substance of Ch’an. Bodhidharma came from theWest and expounded
only the direct pointing at man’s mind. At first, the term Ch’an
was not used, but the outcome of this direct pointing was the subsequent
awakening (of followers of the sect). In their questions and answers,
that (which had no name) was referred to as Ch’an (for convenience’s
sake). However, Ch’an cannot be understood by learning or by a lucky
chance. When the self-mind is realized, either speech or silence, and
motion or stillness, is unexpectedly Ch’an. At the moment of this
unexpected Ch’an, automatically the mind manifests itself.
The Indian Emperor Ashoka started a “Secret Society of the Nine Unknown Men“: great Indian scientists who were supposed to catalogue the many sciences. Ashoka kept their work secret because he was afraid that the advanced science catalogued by these men, culled from ancient Indian sources, would be used for the evil purpose of war, which Ashoka was strongly against, having been converted to Buddhism after defeating a rival army in a bloody battle. The “Nine Unknown Men” wrote a total of nine books, presumably one each.
Book number was “The Secrets of Gravitation” This book, known to historians, but not actually seen by them dealt chiefly with “gravity control.” It is presumably still around somewhere, kept in a secret library in India, Tibet or elsewhere (perhaps even in North America somewhere). One can certainly understand Ashoka’s reasoning for wanting to keep such knowledge a secret, assuming it exists. Ashoka was also aware devastating wars using such advanced vehicles and other “futuristic weapons” that had destroyed the ancient Indian “Rama Empire” several thousand years before.
According to ancient Indian texts, the people had flying machines which were called “Vimanas.” The ancient Indian epic describes a Vimana as a double-deck, circular aircraft with portholes and a dome, much as we would imagine a flying saucer. It flew with the “speed of the wind” and gave forth a “melodious sound.” There were at least four different types of Vimanas; some saucer shaped, others like long cylinders (“cigar shaped airships”).
In 1875, the Vaimanika Shastra, a fourth century B.C. text written by Bharadvajy the Wise, using even older texts as his source, was rediscovered in a temple in India. It dealt with the operation of Vimanas and included information on the steering, precautions for long flights, protection of the airships from storms and lightening and how to switch the drive to “solar energy” from a free energy source which sounds like “anti-gravity.”
The Vaimanika Shastra (or Vymaanika-Shaastra) has eight chapters with diagrams, describing three types of aircraft, including apparatuses that could neither catch on fire nor break. It also mentions 31 essential parts of these vehicles and 16 materials from which they are constructed, which absorb light and heat; for which reason they were considered suitable for the construction of Vimanas.
The Hakatha (Laws of the Babylonians) states quite unambiguously:
“The privilege of operating a flying machine is great. The knowledge of flight is among the most ancient of our inheritances. A gift from ’those from upon high’. We received it from them as a means of saving many lives.”
More fantastic still is the information given in the ancient Chaldean work, The Sifrala, which contains over one hundred pages of technical details on building a flying machine. It contains words which translate as graphite rod, copper coils, crystal indicator, vibrating spheres, stable angles, etc.
From The Letters of Aldous Huxley, edited for the book Moksha, by Michael Horowitz, we find:
Huxley and Osmond visited Dr. Timothy Leary at Harvard, where the Psychedelic Research Project had gotten underway. Here is Leary’s account of his impressions of Huxley upon the occasion of their first meetings in Cambridge.
~ Michael Horowitz
We talked about how to study and use the consciousness-expanding drugs and we clicked along agreeably on the do’s and the not-to-do’s. We would avoid the behaviorist approach to others’ awareness. Avoid labeling or depersonalizing the subject.We should not impose our own jargon or our own experimental games on others. We were not out to discover new laws, which is to say, to discover the redundant implications of our own premises. We were not to be limited by the pathological point of view. We were not to interpret ecstasy as mania, or calm serenity as catatonia; we were not to diagnose Buddha as a detached schizoid; nor Christ as an exhibitionistic masochist; nor the mystic experience as a symptom; nor the visionary state as a model psychosis. Aldous Huxley chuckling away with compassionate humor at human folly.
And with such erudition! Moving back and forth in history, quoting the mystics. Wordsworth. Plotinus. The Areopagite. William James.
~ Timothy Leary
Serendipitously, Huxley’s everywhere! As I exposed in my last article, “Entheogens: What’s in a Name?,” Humphry Osmond was in fact MKULTRA, and it’s well known that he worked directly with Huxley:
As it turns out, Dr. Hoffer was a CIA MKULTRA doctor and worked with Dr. Osmond performing human experiments in Saskatchewan; as was Dr. John Smythies, who contributed to MKULTRA subproject 8 at the Worcester Foundation for Experimental Biology. As a CIA MKULTRA document of March 25, 1964, exposes, Osmond was further involved with Subproject 47 with Dr. Carl Pfeiffer, who wrote the letter on Osmond’s letterhead.
From the reunion video A Conversation on LSD, 1979, we find Osmond and Tim Leary discussing Leary’s hiring. Osmond’s been drinking and discloses some important and vivid revelations: that he and Huxley had hired Dr. Timothy Leary to take on the persona of ‘Tim Leary’ the hip drug pusher:
This one previous blog post had far more hits than any other. Possibly because it preceded my recent time in hospital, so there was a break, and visitors were forced to look at it several times. Not sure if that’s the correct conclusion to draw, but seems the most likely.
There were about seven hundred. The great Throne Room was crammed with fairies, of all ages and of all degrees of beauty and ugliness — good fairies and bad fairies, flower fairies and moon fairies, fairies like spiders and fairies like butterflies — and as the Queen opened the door and began to say how sorry she was to have kept them waiting, they all cried, with one voice: “Why didn’t you ask me to your christening party?”
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People in History and Legend up to about A.D.1000
There is no reason why you, dear reader, should be interested in my travails here, because you are responsible for your own health, welfare, and survival, not mine, there are something like 7 and a half billion of us humans, every single one has got their problems. But if you are curious, my mind/brain stuff seems to have improved a lot. I don’t get so many blank moments as I was having. You know, finding I have no idea why I am standing facing in a particular direction, having totally lost the plot. Blown a fuse in my short-term memory system.
My right leg has got worse, not better, so I need to consult the doctors about that.
If I walk twenty or thirty yards it more or less seizes up and is useless. Perhaps I need a crutch, like Long John Silver. And a parrot. Although a raven would be more appropriate. I suppose a semi useless leg is still better than no leg at all.
Actually, I do have ravens, they are around every day, but they are free and wild and like to keep their distance, not perch on my shoulder. Good thing, probably, from their point of view and mine. I mean, if I had a tamed one or more, in here, they’d wreck the place and shite everywhere.
I do not know if this leg problem is because of blood clots that happened in the leg, or blood clots that damaged the parts of the brain controlling the leg. I’ve been given mixed information by the doctors which I would like to clarify when I have an opportunity. I suppose those possibilities are not mutually exclusive, could be both.
That said, I am still alive, fwiw, and mostly quite grateful for that and enjoying my existence. The weather is still mild. I think that surviving the coming winter is a challenge. I can no longer do many of the things I used to do.
Right. So much for that. What else ? I admire this woman’s work. It’s always original and interesting, even if I do not agree with everything.
Let’s see if I can gather my frazzled wits together sufficient to write something intelligible and interesting. This is a struggle, my battered being drifts all over the place, mentally and physically. Like trying to steer a car with only three functioning wheels. I know this because I did it once. A Morris Mini Minor. By the time I got home most of the rubber tyre was gone and the metal hub was scraping the tarmac producing magnificent displays of sparks.
I’m a generalist. I know a little about almost every subject. Most people who get educated in this country these days end up knowing a lot about one small sector of knowledge and very little about anything else. Nothing wrong with that. Modern soceity relies upon specialists to function. There just isn’t time or resources for everyone to be taught about everything.
That said, I have devoted a lot more time and effort to learning about some aspects of life than others. I know quite a lot about wildlife, woodworking, trees, old houses, quite a lot about musical instruments and art, quite a lot about religions, and so on.
I am so fortunate that I ended up living in a place, at a place, that is perfect for someone like me. Very quiet and secluded, wonderful views, lots of animals and birds, faraway from all the craziness and frenzy.
That’s some of the positive side. On the negative side, my bodily health means I can no longer attend to this place to the standard I would wish. I need to heal and recover, if I can. Of course, I may get more ill and I’m bound to die eventually, sooner or later. We shall see. Time will tell, eh 🙂
This situation is not new to me. Seventeen years ago I expected to die, but I managed to survive and recover, and life has been very sweet since. I’m grateful for that extension.
[Thanks to P. for contribution.]