I’ve been asking myself why I write. Joseph Chilton Pearce was passionate about technology diminishing innate human capacity. Entire capacities can be lost in a single generation due to a loss of modeling.
Technology is a counterfeit model.
I write as a form of personal journaling, to understand what is happening on such a universal and global level. And there is an implicit hope that by understanding deeply I can model for Carly (my almost six-year young daughter and her generation) what being human really looks like. The dominant cultural model is not that.
This deeply human quality is inspired by my 40+ years swimming in Krishnamurti’s, Joe’s, David Bohm’s passion and insights, along with many others, and of course, watching my children learn and grow, who each, in their own way, realize that what makes us unique is not the conditioning we identify with, rather, as Joe would say, transcendent spirit that reaches beyond. Technologies’ reaching beyond is of a fundamentally different order. It may look like transcendence but it is rearranging the furniture in new ways but remains in the same room. The transcendence Joe and Krishnamurti cherish leaves that room altogether and wanders in a different realm, state, identity, or reality they call insight. This transcendent Insight, which is not the known, which technology appears to offer but is a counterfeit, rests also at the center of Buddhist realization, the experience, not the dogma. And perhaps the Christian Mystical tradition; Meister Eckhart, St. John of the Cross, and others.
Embodying this transcendent spirit, spirit being that causal, explosive, ever-expanding movement and its relationships we call life, is of a different order than thought and conditioned knowledge, which is the only realm technology can ever touch. One must leave that realm or reality completely to discover for one’s self that there is something other. Most never leave that little room. Rather, they hang a video screen on the wall and believe they have. I want Carly (and her generation) to discover this other reality called transcendent insight and abide in that appropriate intelligence, not the counterfeit. That is why I write, to remind myself that I am in a house of mirrors. Only then is there a possibility of opening the door and discovering a different way of living.
Nature is Dead