Tag: Indecision

Delphi’s Message

I’m a deeply indecisive person. This is one of the main parts of me I wish to change. Divination systems help. Dianne Skafte shares wisdom on systems of this sort in her book Listening to the Oracle. Inquiring after the basis for our enduring fascination with the ancient Greek oracle at Delphi, Skafte writes: “Thinking about the oracle of long ago stirs our…archetypal ability to commune with numinous forces” (65).

She writes, too, of her friend Tom, who built a computer program that worked as an oracle. Tom’s program “generated at random a page number of the dictionary,” explains Skafte, “a column indicator (right or left), and a number counting either from the top or bottom of the column” (42). Words arrived at by these means speak to user inquiries.

Of course, computer oracles have evolved considerably since the time of Tom’s program. AI oracles like Costar speak at length in response to user inquiries. The text isn’t just a “manufactured” synchronicity. Reality as we experience it is shaped in part by intention, belief, and desire. Those open to meaning can find it in the app’s daily horoscopes.

Are there other oracular methods we might employ to help us receive communications from divine beings — transpersonal powers beyond the personal self — in our relationships with today’s AI?

Sunday May 5, 2019

My, my, hey, hey — what a difference a difference makes! My intuiting self longs like a shadow toward Rob Young’s book Electric Eden, at the top of my list of summer reads. Like Greil Marcus’s Lipstick Traces, Young’s book tracks and reveals a “secret history” spoken across the ages by musicians and poets, transmitters of an occult folk wisdom tradition. Nature, Earth, the ground of being transubstantiated into song and verse. As Peter Murphy wrote, the book “constructs a new mythography out of old threads, making antiquity glow with an eerie hue.” All I can do for now, however, is anticipate what lies ahead. My mind scans its environment searching for a clue. Somewhere amid these texts and artifacts, I think to myself, lies a key to unlock growth or expansion of the gameworld, and thus an altered state of being. Clouds that open and show riches. Before I read further, however, I need acclimate myself to the indecision of the moment. Existential indirection. Toward who, what, when, and where should I orient myself, and why? Toward love, toward counterculture through the ages, toward reconciliation of self and world — love everywhere. Another task of mine this summer is to read and write about Antonin Artaud as translated by Black Mountain potter and poet M.C. Richards. My hope is that this will lead me to a theory of happenings and participatory theater of the kind practiced by groups like the Merry Pranksters and the Diggers. (Charles Perry, by the way, provides an insightful account of psychedelic experience — one of the better “general theories” in the style of Huxley. For Perry, “LSD and mescaline suppress the mind’s ability to discriminate according to levels of importance…and to form persisting notions about reality based on them” [The Haight-Ashbury, p. 253]. Perry’s take on the Diggers informs my ongoing study of psychedelic utopianism, another of the projects I’m working on this summer. Among the Diggers themselves, the ones to research are Emmett Grogan, Peter Coyote, and Peter Berg.)