What did I get myself into? by Chuck Post

I offered to facilitate a non-credit course at Yavapai College (Prescott, AZ) on “Science Meets Mysticism”.  Easy, right?  Well, I thought so.

What a century we just wrapped up.  Relativity and Quantum Theory opened up some discussion a hundred years ago.  What is real?  What is “solid”? Are things just probabilities?   Do we affect, in a sense create, what we experience?  These and other discussions have been enjoined.

I have learned that the largely German community of physicists that launched the era of quantum physics were more open to the mystical implications of these new discoveries than the Anglo world that later got into it.   A reflection, perhaps, of the differing views of German Idealism versus British Empiricism.   Heisenberg, Bohr, and Pauli, early quantum theorists, seemed quite open to the possible links between quantum discoveries and Eastern philosophies.

What has happened in the meantime?   Perhaps Analytic Philosophy, influenced by a no-nonsense Bertrand Russell, among others, put the brakes on the mystical inferences of the Germans.  Along with the sidelining or diaspora of the German physicists during and between the wars.  Anyway, it seems like a more vigorous debate might have taken place in the early years than we have now.

The Existentialist fashion that broke forth after World War II seems a cousin of the mystical leanings, or at least openness, of the early quantum pioneers.   The Existentialists seem to have had in common with the mystically-inclined Germans, a reaction against the limits of the rationalist rigors of European thought, going back to Aristotle.   Allowing for irrational notions seems to link Paris’s Latin Quarter fifty years ago, with Schopenhauer, Heisenberg, and Herman Hesse.  But this is a stretch.   Ancient Eastern wisdom is a long way from Marxism, even if they share a disdain for chains.

I am trying to get a handle on where the world is right now, as regards the linkage, if any, between the mystical traditions of the East with quantum physics.   There are a few science-based writers going all out for the East-meets-West implications of modern physics.  Such names as Peter Russell, Deepak Chopra, Bruce Lipton, and Amit Goswami, are science-trained writers who have taken public positions linking science and the ancient wisdom of the East.

I’ve got a course bearing down on me in late August, and I need to have some…. well, I was going to say I need to have some answers by then.   Maybe I just need some questions.

Any ideas out there?   Any lectures, websites, video materials that gets into this intersection of science and mysticism?   I’m all eyes and ears.

 

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Understanding Consciousness With the Herd by Marilyn Rousher

Just as it is a daily habit for some to pray, it is my inclination to go out into the barn and spend some “herd time.” It is there, amongst my equine family that my meditation begins, where my consciousness melds with my mind.  Horses are my lifeline and  true teachers. Bay, paint, sorrel and roan, are my four-footed gurus.  Exemplars not encumbered by “outside thoughts”, nor fighting against the sacred harmony of the soul, but flowing with, the All That Is.  The paddock is the location wherein I  am able to close my eyes, slow my breathing, and feel my connected consciousness merge with their heartbeats and the life breath of the divinity that is Creation.  Franklin Merrell-Wolff, a yogi in his own right, taught followers that by understanding consciousness we become part of the universal oneness.

Contemplative “being-ness” did not emerge  easily for me.  Universal union is my birthright, just as it is to all; but the delusion of separateness has afflicted my true existent self, and my need for reconnection, has been an ongoing, and driving force. My best-est, happy thoughts come from my horses.  When things are the worst, and believe me I have had my share of worse things over the years, my equine buddies have always been out in the barn waiting for me.

Buddy, my twenty-eight year old mustang gelding was my best friend, confidant and  worthy opponent for twenty-one years.  We had high-five occasions, and tornado frenzies.  There was many a day I swore I’d sell him for dog food, and many days his forelegs struck out in an attempt to make me into hamburger.  We both vowed that until one or the other of us was properly instructed, we would not, could not, give up.  Separate and at odds with one another and the world in general who would want us anyway?

He, like all of the others of his kind who have been a part of my life, was full of heart.  “Heart” is the best compliment a horseman can bestow upon an equine.  Buddy always gave me what he had and then some.  Whether negotiating technical mountain paths, teaching young children to ride, or schooling this cowgirl in the sentience, the evolution and consciousness of all beings, Buddy did his jobs superbly.

Of all of the horses I have owned, and worked with, he was the one, who by taking ownership of me, became the better teacher.  I’ve been told that the horse you need is the horse you get.  Never has that saying  been as true as when I was entrusted with my wild gelding.  Budsters took me by the halter and led me into the world that is Horse, and the collective consciousness of spirit.  A place where I had been a spectator as opposed to a participant.  He was my teacher/companion through cancer, a daughter who became pregnant at sixteen, and the death of my mother.  He bucked me off every year, stomped me down, and packed me out of some dire situations.  He was a rough teacher, able to instruct me like no other through these experiences, to teach me to be the best horse I could be.

It was many a day that I trekked out to the pasture, put my forehead to his forehead, and breathed his breath into my lungs, as he breathed his into mine.  It was in those moments that I was able to be in the nirvana of yoga, or partake of the complete peace found in church.  Breathing in the same air, taking up the same space, our souls became infused like fiberboard.

August  22,  2011, out in the pasture, under his favorite pine tree, my friend was down.  I hoped he was doing what I often take pleasure in- just being lazy and comfortable- enjoying the earth, the birds in the maples, and the sun poking through the clouds.  But, in my hoping, I went up to the barn and got myself a halter and lead rope.  Entering the pasture, the other horses ran up to me, crowding for a pat, a sniff, or a goodie.  Buddy did not move, he looked up at me with his calm brown eyes, front legs splayed out in front of him, hind legs tucked under his belly.  I drove the herd away, I wanted to be alone with my friend. I was ready to laugh when he jumped to his feet and put his head to my head.  Only, he did not jump up.  He stayed where he was.  I talked to him, petted him, checked him out.  I reminded him that no self-respecting mustang would continue to lie on the ground while a predator stood over him with a halter and lead rope.  I sat down on the earth, he put his head on my lap and closed his eyes.  Stroking his forehead I scanned his body.  The years had not been kind, and old age had robbed him of his sturdy muscles.  His once soft coat had become boar bristles and grew mammoth long.  Yearly, I body-shaved him so he could stay cool during the hot summer months.

Putting his halter on, I encouraged him to get up and get moving.  We had places to go and things to do.  Slowly, drunkenly, he stood.  His head hung down nearly touching the ground.  This was not the high headed snorting Buddy I knew.  In walking him he staggered and swayed, putting one foot in front of the other was a torturous affair wherein he pointed his toes and straighten his front legs in an awkward strut .  His hind legs splayed outward, a traveler on a swinging bridge trying to keep his balance.  He was elbows and hocks, bones and sunken muscles.

The herd gathered round, a protective circle.  They still revered him despite his decrepitude.  They took turns nibbling his neck and withers.  Honestly, it had been a long while since he had been able to keep up with them.  The snorting, bucking – tails flying – stampedes from one field to another  had long left Buddy watching,  standing somber and alone under his tree.  Once a bell has rung, there is no way to un-ring it.  Once you get old Buddy taught me, there is nothing to do but accept it with grace.

Our forehead to forehead days are gone.  Buddy gave me great joy, and taught me to delight in each moment.  I am able to live in the “now” because of his teachings, an ingredient of the consciousness and the mind, of the  All That Is because of him, and not just a spectator to It.  My wild mustang days are over,  I have had to say “adios” to my old caballo amigo from the hills of Bishop, California.

A friend came over and reverently dug a grave for my compadre under his favored tree.  Our vet did the deed of injecting him, and swiftly and peacefully he crossed over  to the wild places that are waiting for such a good fellow as he was/is.

I know that when my time comes, Buddy will be waiting for me on the other side.  In heaven he will meet me, standing belly deep in good grass, licking and chewing, to let me know he is ready to join-up and begin a fresh adventure.  At that point my aged body will be set  free and I will run to my stable mate, swing up onto his back, and without saddle or bridle we will gallop faster than the wind, and follow every trail our wandering hearts beckon us to.  There will be no fences or damaged bodies to stop us.  But for now, alone under the favored tree, I will be the best horse I can be to the herd followers left behind. I’m a better horse, a better human and most importantly, finally able to be  in tune with my connectedness with all things.  And so it is on every morning that I stride to the barn, my true meditation spot, the spot where I begin understanding consciousness  through the breath, the same breath that is freely given to all creatures; my thoughts slow and I am able to connect with the heart of all, and find myself one with Universe.

Rational Science and Trans-rational God

An underlying theme of this blog is the proposition that consciousness is the fundamental driver of evolution in such things as biology, anthropology, history, and contemporary culture. Larry Horstman describes the theory in his two books Evolution Fact and Fantasy: The Psychogenic Theory and The Origin of Marriage: A Sojourn in Anthropology. Larry and his brother, Lee, are co-authors of The Lotka Hypothesis, Book I, Elements of Consciousness. See “Book Reviews” above.

Below are separate essays by the two authors which discuss the meaning of “irrationality,” “reason,” “logical systems,” and the expression “God” from the religious traditions. The term “trans-rational” could be used to bridge the meaning of “consciousness” and “God.”

Consciousness as the Ultimate Prime Mover

Interestingly, the idea that consciousness as the ultimate prime mover is also the fundamental proposition in the philosophy of the American philosopher and mathematician Franklin Merrell-Wolff. See the website: www.merrell-wolff.org

“Proving” the hypothesis amounts to a revolution in science. It is a revolution because “proof” requires expanding traditional science to include the subject, like never before. Continue reading

Is Science Irrational about God?

A casual conversation with Larry Horstman

Question to Larry: Why is science so resistant to the study of consciousness broadly considered, not to mention transcendental consciousness, aka God? Larry, on page 35 of The Lotka Hypothesis you say, “…the science of today supplies no explanation for or guidance concerning the things that matter most to us—our passions, hopes, dreams, desires, ideals, or criteria for daily decisions.” Should not science be curious about metaphysical things? Mathematics is purely a priori and yet it is an essential tool in science. Is it an element of irrationality in rational science to ignore the things that matter most to us?

Off-the-cuff, email, reply: The usual popular meaning of “irrational”, as in “irrational exuberance” (Greenspan), means not guided by reason. But my studies have led me to the conviction that underlying all behavior and attitudes are logical systems, in a special sense subdivided below.

Axioms and Logical Systems

Now, the usual meaning of a “logical system” has as its archetype classical Euclidean geometry, consisting at root of a set of axioms from which are deduced all sorts of theorems. They are indubitably true, given the axioms. Of course, we now know that if you alter the axioms, you get a different logical system, e.g., if you alter the parallel axiom of Euclid (that parallel lines never meet) you get new and different logical systems.

Further investigation in many areas has led me to the conviction that not only all of the classical western philosophies are also logical systems, but so are religions. In other words, all religions are philosophies in the sense that they are predicated on a few axioms (God is this or that …) from which follow the entire structure resting upon them. Continue reading

The Lawrence L. Horstman Synthesis

Isaac Newton “united the heavens and the earth” by showing that gravity acts not only here on earth, but throughout the cosmos. His three laws are deceptively simple. No layman would ever imagine that they constitute the foundation of the edifice of modern physical science and technology.

Role of the Mind in the Cosmos

However, there was something missing from Newton’s great synthesis, namely, the role of the mind in the fabric of the cosmos. He did not recognize that as a defect in his system, for he was a devout Christian, taking for granted that the mind — a.k.a. the human soul — was a unique gift to humanity from God almighty. Nowadays, however, we recognize that humans are very similar to other animals, and that they, too, must have mental qualities such as motives, desires, sensations, and so forth. So the question is how did minds arise? And why? This is obviously an important question, for the very essence of our lives is mental.

Horstman’s synthesis is similar in scope and in revolutionary implications: he has “united the animate with the inanimate.” Like Newton’s laws, Horstman’s principles are very simple, and yet, after the initial flash of inspiration, it took him decades to work out the details of reconciling the workings of the mind to the laws of physics. Like any difficult math problem or puzzle, the answer always looks simple — after you see how it’s done! Continue reading

Intuition and Subjectivity

Medical researcher Lawrence L. Horstman has much to say about the role of subjectivity and intuition in his book The Lotka Hypothesis, Book I, Elements of Consciousness.

Intuition the Ultimate Source of Knowledge

“There is no doubt that we do indeed now possess a considerable depth of reliable knowledge, if not understanding, of the machinations of the physical world around us and within us. As Planck appreciated, this is quite amazing. But from Lotka’s perspective it is not quite so amazing, since from that perspective we are supergiant molecules, different in possessing some special equipment for thinking and acting but other wise not fundamentally different from smaller, more ordinary molecules. Therefore, it is not quite so astonishing to imagine that we may possess a deep innate knowledge of how the world really works, which knowledge science seeks to make intellectually explicit—seeks to reformulate on the linguistic plane—the ultimate source and arbiter of which is always intuition.” (The Lotka Hypothesis, p. 175)

This type of “intuition” is at the heart of Franklin Merrell-Wolff’s philosophy. It is referred to as “Gnostic Intuition, introception, Dhyana, direct-realization, the Pure Subjective, etc. FMW makes the point that Western science has been successful because of “objectivity.” Galileo combined empiricism with reason to lift mankind out of primitive mythology. Kant came along to point out that both the empiricists and the rationalists where viewing the world through their own subjective lens—they were not seeing “the-thing-in-itself”—not having a direct contact with Reality. Subjectivity can be a big problem if it is filtered through the distortions our psychological structures. Mystics claim to transcend those structures. FMW claimed to go beyond Kant in that a third mode of cognition can be developed which he called “introception.” Introception can be the “rainbow bridge” between the inanimate and the animate, between Western science and Absolute Consciousness. Continue reading