Riffin' On the Dissolution of the Individual Death as a Springboard for Cultural Progress

“And whoever at the end of his life, quits his body remembering Me alone at once attains My nature. Of this there is no doubt.” 8.5 Bhagavad Gita Attaining the Supreme

It should be said, method is thought of, predominantly, as being entirely of this side of existence.

It’s a peculiar passage, this one. It seems a pragmatic novelty when taken at face level, most probably a therapeutic practice in mindfulness at a deeper one…that one would ruminate on a disciplined act to be executed precisely at the time of their mortal death is inherently devilish/insane, as the faculties are often thought to be under great duress in these kinds of moments…or so we’ve been told.

Death, until glimpsed up close and personal, and even then, is largely a theatrical affair for the populace. We’ve been cultured into thinking certain thoughts about it…cultured into using certain stereotypical jump-off points regarding our conceptions of it, and whoever has so devoutly tended to this mischievous institution has hilariously left that of the Boddhisatva/Messianic in howlin’ poor order…they have presented us a riddle rather than an evident truth, and a difficult riddle, at that.

What is it to die? Why do we even associate it with pain…are most deaths painful? Are they? What exactly is the lay of the land here? These Hollywood conventions older than America itself are in and of themselves Koans/riddles to be unfurled; the general trend is that in the midst of the utter potential for pain and suffering, great transcendence, not mere disassociation, but transcendence, takes place, even as the person is going through the motions of dying…death itself is consumed by the process of dying, the ability to suffer from disease and decay. Culturally we are crassly presented with the disrespectful image of the rotting corpse and filled with such notions that to die is to literally rot into that which festers and causes disease and decay, but really to die, when studied honestly by conscientious individuals, appears to be the obvious dissolution into invulnerability.

It’s a beautiful/ornate affair. It’s an inherently gorgeous one, an honest one which testifies to the bottom line of what this life really is about….once the things fall into their respective places and the chatter dies down…the real narrative. To think of death as otherwise is actually disastrous…and the norm. It takes a proactive effort at this juncture…all is good and nothingness is dead, but it’s an active affair to get as much across socially…

So why this passage? Is it a practice in as much? An invitation to reclaim something that is an integral part of every life in the name of the Good, conceptually?

Well, it depends on where you’re approaching it from, I suppose. This is certainly a possibility, probably moreso if you’re younger and first beginning to think of mortality…but should you actually be facing your death, this sort of passage is not only a source of constructive comfort, but a blessing for the death process itself. I’m personally of the inclination that to die is to dissolve meaningfully into Omniscience/Omnipotence typically reserved for the definition of God the Father in the West, while maintaining an individuated identity. If this were to play out…what would then happen for the loved ones of the person who passed? Would they probably become oriented cosmically/socially?

Death is very much about seeing that your affairs in life were tended to effectively. To be able to somehow orient your loved ones effectively with the Source before or while passing on is a huge part of an effective, spiritual dying process, and it’s also a norm in hospice care, at this juncture, in its own ways. This passage is an invitation for devotees to do as much, or to “get there” in their lives.

I am not a hospice care, hold your hand, the world has been gentle to me, Greg the librarian who smells like books and works at the library type. I am moreso the “that wild dog we picked up at the farm drank the rc cola and ate one of those tiny watch batteries I had sitting on the coffee table” types. And amongst us social outcast degenerates, many of us are being called in a deeply real way to plummet the depths of the anti-social, and seemingly lustrous… we want vaporwave aesthetics, but we don’t know why, and we want fringe genres of nearly unlistenable techno, and every single hobby we have ends up dangerously resembling the knockout game, in which people intentionally knock themselves unconscious by restricting airflow. I wonder what we’re trying to block out…

Idiots like me are naturally magnetized towards death. A crasser form of me would crack some sort of terrible joke about how it’s a numbers game, and like at this juncture now it’s 80-20; most just die, while instead some hit the wall but also go through it, maintaining effective transcendence, at which point they try to figure out how to infuse the cookiecutter entry level job functions in our economy with the value of their recent spiritual experience, out of this rather weak return, some of which become actual American gods/savants, walking some sort of McKenna path, or outright become sorcerers capable of effective spiritual services, for which they will be idolized along secular terms in the cruelest Western koan of all.

It happens. Some go laughing into the dark night and find they still remain when the morning comes. People wake up to invulnerability…always in the midst of unfathomable carelessness and stupidity…in retrospect. It’s a miracle that it does happen this way, and it does. Many fathom its to know as much effectively, that everything informs and all is sacred, while decently young/socially impactful that we even face the dark nights of the soul that we do. Suffering is not always of your making…sometimes you inherit the lot of the larger masses. It’s for the young, those still carving out what their impact on the larger world/society will play out as, the notion that seriously…all is good, and nothingness is dead.

Or rather, it is a fundamental truth of the bedrock from which the natural world is currently springing forth that the primarily quality of any and every human experience, of any experience, is redemptive, that it somehow restores our divinity, and that this is how the feedback regions of our brain/our hierarchies of needs are hardwired to operate. The social world does not yet know this, and there are a lot of things born of ignorance out there whose primary, surface level qualities are anything but restorative. Still though, most of the norms of our society are rooted in truths capable of springboarding individuals into transcendence/absolution…a state of effective absoluteness, so I do not mean to convey that culture is rot, or really anything but an important tool for self-fulfillment. Ironically, though, there is an undeniable sense of disconnect from the deeper meaning of most cultural forms as one tends to look out at the social context surrounding them….they see a lot of things the eternal relevance, or acute relevance, of which utterly escapes them, and it is, essentially, white-noise, if not outright hindrances.

I remember my sophomore year of college that during rush week, I would occasionally see squadrons of girls performing social rituals of sorts on the sorority house lawn.

It’s undeniable to me that while we were all there to learn our respective trades, the laughing bastards who framed the whole collegiate experience knew that we were secretly only on a journey to, perhaps, come to know one another, who we really are…

And who we are, according to the scriptures, is that which the cultural forms of civilization have regarded as the most high…the Absolute…we are of a meaningful Oneness with God, Himself. The forms of the social world should be about recognizing and capitalizing on as much while taming the forces of nature that allow for the effective survival of generations of human beings. Our current, secular context, while immensely comfortable and incredible in every respect, usually is lousy and cluing in the average individual that this is what the whole sha-bang is about, and so it is for the young, those postured on the precipice of entering the systems of the larger culture in their careers-employment, that the notion that through God all things are possible…that every molecule is a spirit molecule… is to be for. They can truly change the game, and in doing so seriously hurt the territory of disease and decay. These things consume their own tales, but that which they were imposed onto is without origin.

I speculate America’s drug fascinations/problems within the youth are truly about this, and are a symptom of the state of the narrative on spirituality in the larger secular culture. If spirituality through an institutional lens is largely impotent, those kids will be eating tide pods and punching brick walls just to realize what the hell it means to feel anything at all. Seize the day, motherfuckerssss

Like I said earlier, method is typically reserved for this side of life. Omnipotence implies there is actual boundlessness, rather than boundlessness within…bounds/constraints. The sorts of boundlessness that I riff upon regularly are predicated upon an effective relationship with Source that entails actual behavioral constraints. This is as good as it gets for the living. Method….can cause the meaningful dissolution of the aspects of the human condition which allow for original sin to be, is the framework as the church set it up. Method is synonymous with righteousness here.

By acting wisely, we can escape suffering. But more important than this, we can erase suffering effectively from the lives of loves ones/others, or at least provide them solid opportunities to do as much themselves.

Because love-making is somehow an act of social unrulyness at some level still, more than it is a discipline...