Re: Prove me wrong: there is no God
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2026 12:31 am
I said that in my view Divinity, which is a category that all men and cultures recognize, is an “entity” of many facets. You are really asking me a sociological and anthropological question. And since “ad hominem” is relevant in our analysis, I would necessarily have to describe my cultural matrix, my parents influence, the influence of N California culture, and a great deal about adventurous, rebellious investigations by people whose experiments were their own selves. What am I declaring that I know? All I said is that whatever this “Divine” is, it manifests in and through men in myriad ways. So, take a Lakota Sioux medicine man or shaman (Black Elk or Lame Deer) and the Vision Quest. The undertaking of strenuous isolation on a high mountain where one fasts and prays. And the arrival of visionary experiences or powerful, guiding dreams.Immanuel Can wrote: ↑Tue Sep 15, 2026 2:04 pm Interesting. I guess there are two questions that arise out of that, in my thinking. One would be how we would know such a thing...is it a voice in one's head? Is it something else? I'd be interested in knowing what your view of the "channel" is. The second question would be, what's your assurance that, if such a "voice" or "insight" comes to you, that it's beneficent, not malevolent? How would one judge that?
Whatbis this? Where does it cone from? What presides over it? What does it mean that such things occur in our selves, in the Cosmos?
I don’t know, if you yourself did such a thing, and you did experience visions and intense experiences that were strong and meaningful, would you dismiss them as demonic? A strict Christian would, of course, because of that attitude of paranoia which for us is really a leftover of concepts that derive from The Great Chain of Being: that the earth is the cesspool of the Cosmos. As distinct from the “starry heavens” composed of transcendent light. So experiences that come “out of the Earth” are entirely suspect. Consider the story related in The Wizard of the Upper Amazon. An urban Latino, I think Peruvian, lived with a tribe in the Amazon where they used powerful hallucinogens. The man relates an encounter with the presiding spirit of the jungle: the Anaconda. What could be more horrifying to a strict Christian?! But the Anaconda taught this man the lore of living in and hunting in the jungle.
In my own case, and I don’t mind speaking of it, my parents took myself and my sister to India, and to Benares, and I had the freedom to roam around. Naturally, the intensity of the total experience (India will do that) turned my sense of order and continuity upside-down.
What I am trying to get at is that I am aware that I am a product of radical movements, radical choices, and of course radical experiences. It was not my choice, it was a current that I was swept in to by environmental forces and certainly my parents.
I have recently been *studying* the life and photographic work of Diane Arbus. And though she is of my parent’s generation (my parents were a decade younger) I am forced to confront that her generation (in NY) and my parent’s generation in the Bay Area of California, veered into intensely rebellious and exploratory territories. I am of course interested in Arbus’s photographic work because of my own involvement in photography. I do not know what to say though. These people “broke continuity” with traditional cultural lines. Was it “demonic”? It depends so much on how one understands “divinity”. I am certain there were many results that were spiritually negative, but the truth of the matter seems to be that one of the major consequences of The Great War, as Hermann Hesse explores in Demian, was the “shattering” of what he referred to as an “egg”of a created world. He meant Europe but he also meant much more, and things “inner”. And then again I mention it: Harry Haller in Steppenwolf. His spiritual growth arose as a result of his adventures into a chaotic, even a somewhat dark world of experience. It had to happen.
Consider as well Gerhart Hauptmann’s The Heretic of Soana. It is hard to explain but the protagonist, a young priest, finds that he cannot avoid entering into the world of intense nature and there discovers a different aspect of divinity best represented by Pan.
It turns his world upside-down. But though it transformed (or ‘ruined’) his path, he does not regret it nor see it as “sinful”.
The “world” was shattered in so many ways as a result of that Great War. And really the trend is ever downward. I mean, Europe is in crisis. The Occident is in crisis. And everyone writing on this forum writes in so many senses from agonized perspectives.
Apparently, only Alexis Jacobi has the philosophical wherewithal to rise up to such Wondrous Heights thanks to Providential golden steps that continually appear before him. It seems quite probable that I was once Lucretius and wrote these vibrant lines:
Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the winds
Roll up its waste of waters, from the land
To watch another's labouring anguish far,
Not that we joyously delight that man
Should thus be smitten, but because 'tis sweet
To mark what evils we ourselves be spared;
'Tis sweet, again, to view the mighty strife
Of armies embattled yonder o'er the plains,
Ourselves no sharers in the peril; but naught
There is more goodly than to hold the high
Serene plateaus, well fortressed by the wise,
Whence thou may'st look below on other men
And see them ev'rywhere wand'ring, all dispersed
In their lone seeking for the road of life;
Rivals in genius, or emulous in rank,
Pressing through days and nights with hugest toil
For summits of power and mastery of the world.
O wretched minds of men! O blinded hearts!
In how great perils, in what darks of life
Are spent the human years, however brief!