Truth Being Stranger Than Fictions..

I have often said here and at Intangible Materiality that the prosaic in of itself is paranormal in relation to the thin membrane of correspondences that define it, hence, there is more statistical probability that what we consider paranormal is normal from another perspective and that our view of the world from a personal view is in essence, naive.Our history confirms this. To me it's a matter of whom has the greater grasp of the imagination. The positivist or the skeptic? To this knotted lunacy, Krishnamurti suggests that "You can only be afraid of what you think you know."

Consequently, if you take the larger view of the historical world that surrounds us, this naivety is exponentially compounded into consensus mythologies that are also deeply entangled in a sort of pragmatic deniability that a shoe is a shoe. Yet our defining of shoes is not only theoretical but it's a moving target, in continual verb like process of redefinition. We no longer "believe" in Dragons that will swoop down over our heads, but we also redefined what dragons are, if you catch my drift. I have termed language as the transient theology of what is essentially and starkly unknown. We need a soundtrack for this post and here is your correspondents selection..the Three Little Pigs and the use of language as a defensive shield. that is analogous in my own mind to "Who Is afraid of The Big Bad Universe?" Also..the indeterminate nature of the edicts that language uses. Notice the descriptor of a pig that is gay. Glass Houses made out of language. Who possesses the most sturdy architecture? The curious diversions of the human condition can make veritable folk tales a science for rubes, shills and hoaxers. As in the paranormal, so it is in the normal.



I have also opined that without the prosaic nature of  this naive reality, we would not have what we define as anything paranormal to it as a sort of living testament to the uncertainty principle. So, I thought I would share this compendium of excellent essays from The New Scientist that take on this dynamic headlong to see where it will lead or confound us or both.

From a very early age and as I approach stepping into my grave at an accelerated pace, the one defining principle that has been my bane and boon is that I live in a fairy tale. In this public diary, I asked why so few dare to expose their the source of curiosity toward the paranormal in more profound terms to them personally and that sharing them might be a healthy exercise in a round table discussion. Well, there was no comment or discussing to be had as a result, so I took "the bull by the horns" and exposed my own in the post "An Indecisive Universe?" I will let Gurdjieff end this post with yet another fairy tale that could be socio-political, psychological of biologically a determinate of Nature's purposes. It is for you to term. Perhaps it is A, or is it B, or all of the above? Perhaps it's a trick question whereas the actual answer is none of the above. Hansel and Gretel come to mind. Perhaps leaving breadcrumb trails are a psychological crutch, a quirk..I leave to you.

There is an Eastern tale which speaks about a very rich magician who had a great many sheep. But at the same time this magician was very mean. He did not want to hire shepherds, nor did he want to erect a fence about the pasture where his sheep were grazing. The sheep consequently often wandered into the forest, fell into ravines, and so on, and above all they ran away, for they knew that the magician wanted their flesh and skins and this they did not like.

At last the magician found a remedy. He hypnotized his sheep and suggested to them first of all that they were immortal and that no harm was being done to them when they were skinned, that, on the contrary, it would be very good for them and even pleasant; secondly he suggested that the magician was a good master who loved his flock so much that he was ready to do anything in the world for them; and in the third place he suggested to them that if anything at all were going to happen to them it was not going to happen just then, at any rate not that day, and therefore they had no need to think about it. Further the magician suggested to his sheep that they were not sheep at all; to some of them he suggested that they were lions, to others that they were eagles, to others that they were men, and to others that they were magicians.

And after this all his cares and worries about the sheep came to an end. They never ran away again but quietly awaited the time when the magician would require their flesh and skins.

This tale is a very good illustration of man’s position.

http://www.newscientist.com/special/reality?cmpid=NLC|NSNS|2012-0110-GLOBAL|reality&utm_medium=NLC&utm_source=NSNS&utm_content=reality