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Part 1: Indigenous Traditions

Patricia Monaghan New World Library ePub

Deep in the recesses of European caves, great horses leap and gallop, bison rear and charge, and antelope graze and run. Painted or incised upon rock, these vestiges of the earliest human culture of which we have record show that the spiritual impulse can be traced to the dawn of humanity. The placement of these paintings, as well as their surrounding motifs and figures, tells us that the caves were not galleries or museums but rather were ancient places of worship.

Little remains of the specifics of the worship of those who painted and carved their visions in the vaulting caves some twenty-five to thirty thousand years ago. The caves may have been used for initiation rituals, for they seem not to have been in regular use but rather to have been the location of occasional important ceremonies. They are often located in inaccessible and even dangerous places, suggesting that a journey with presumed spiritual value preceded the revelation of their glories.

One of the most telling finds is a simple trace that could easily have been overlooked: the pattern of footprints, made in soft mud many thousands of years ago, then hardened by the same rocky glaze that forms stalactites and stalagmites. These footprints show someone moving in a circle, many times, landing with each step hard on the heel. It is the record, scholars believe, of an ancient ritual dance.

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Spiritual Autolysis

Jed McKenna Wisefool Press PDF
What actually transpired was that Julie took the one step she had been moving toward her entire life, and perhaps lifetimes before that; the FirstStep. We ended Damnedest on that note, pointing out that, for Julie, nothing was over, but only just beginning. What it was the beginning of we are able to hold up for display here because Julie chose to use the process of Spiritual Autolysis as her primary method for waging the long battle she found herself facing.............. See All Chapters
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II Philobatism and Ocnophilia

Michael Balint Karnac Books ePub

THE introduction of new words calls for justification; their usefulness has to be proved. I propose to do this in two ways. I intend to show, first, that by using these two terms we can discuss certain human experiences more easily than without them; and, secondly, that in this way we can better understand these experiences and their dynamism. Let us therefore briefly survey what we already know about thrills; that is, philobatism and ocnophilia. This will help us at the same time to clear our way for the next step, since this survey will bring us to the point which our theory of these phenomena has reached.

Let us start with the children’s games. As I have said, the zone of security is always called either ‘home’ or ‘house’, which points to its being a symbol for the safe mother. We have seen also that all thrills entail the leaving and rejoining of security. The pleasures experienced in either of these two phases—that is, either when staying in security or when leaving it in order to return to it—are very primitive, self-evident, and apparently in no need of explanation—although it must be stated that not every adult can enjoy them equally. True, some adults seem to be at ease only when in the state of stable security; others, on the contrary, enjoy leaving it in search of adventures and thrills and show signs of boredom and irritation if they have to forgo them for any length of time. Somehow, however, correctly or incorrectly, one gets the impression that ocnophilia might be the older and more primitive of the two attitudes. Later we shall have to examine more closely how far this impression is misleading.

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A Private History of Awe

Scott Russell Sanders Indiana University Press ePub

When I rise from meditation each morning, I gaze through an uncurtained window at the waking world, and I bow. The gesture is plain enough—hands drawn to my chest, palms pressed together, a slight bend at the waist—but its meaning is elusive. If you asked me to explain my little ritual, to say whom or what I honor with my bow, I would be hard put to answer.

It’s a question I ask myself with increasing urgency as the years run by. The urgency is not the same as I felt at the age of ten or fifteen, when I prayed fervently each night, having been persuaded by preachers and Sunday School teachers that there was one and only one combination to the door opening from life into immortality. Nor is it the urgency I felt in my twenties, when the Vietnam War pressed me down to the roots of conscience as I struggled to choose between going into battle, exile, or jail. Nor is it the urgency I felt during my thirties and forties, when my children, still young, looked to me for guidance about ultimate things.

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A Nice Game of Chess

Jed McKenna Wisefool Press PDF

Curtain opens. Master of Ceremonies BOB bounds onto stage, blue 4x6 cards in hand.


Good evening ladies and gentleman, carbon and silicon, human and avatar! Welcome to this historic chess match between two separate and distinct ASI platforms. ASI, for those of us who aren't total computer geeks, means artificial super-intelligence, so tonight we shall pit these titans of synthetic super-intelligence against each other and see what happens. We should be in for quite a show! checks 4x6 cards

We will introduce the players in a moment, but some other introductions first. Least but not last, we have our referee.

Ref, come on out.

CRAZY OLD GUY in signboards ("Repent! The End Is Near!") wanders onto the stage and is ushered off by STAGEHAND.

REF enters amid the shuffle. Weak applause.

Okay, that's enough, he's just the referee, but now a real treat, our host for this epic battle of artificial superintelligence, son of the late, great Stephen Falken and founder of the Falken Institute for Advanced Machine

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