HP Lovecraft and Transmutations

“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.”
― H.P. Lovecraft

“If you simply walk on the beach as we are doing, you have no special color. But if you travel with a purpose, it is different. When you go somewhere important or you return home from a long journey, you build a shape around you and it reaches out ahead to touch your destination.”
― Lyall Watson, Gifts of Unknown Things: A True Story of Nature, Healing, and Initiation from Indonesia's Dancing Island

In the last posting here, I reviewed the varieties of Jinn as a singularity that could be variegated in the relationship between locality and the observer as well as their borrowing of locality as a presentment of energetic information entangled with that information present in the environment. In other words, the mutability of information as a chameleon or chimera that forms the formless.

Examples of this mutability which embody physicality surround us and have created that which we occupy as a transience.

A human and a grain of rice share a quarter of our genes. The genes we share with rice—or rhinos or reef coral—are among the most striking signs of our common heritage. All animals, plants, and fungi share an ancestor that lived about 1.6 billion years ago. Every lineage that descended from that progenitor retains parts of its original genome, embodying one of evolution’s key principles and so my interest is the transpositioning of the concept behind genetics in adaptation, mutation and variegation toward what lies behind their physicality as any physical genome also has it’s expression in the information of energy exchanges and this relationship may extend to what could be considered the spectrum rather than divisions in the natural world that include phantom expressions….in their variety. An ecology yet to be envisioned that allows mutability.

An unknown symmetry.

The anthropomorphism of the majority of those I consider my peers that they project upon this eliminates the fact that nature has no right angles to it and behind the scrim of appearances there is an interdependence of triangulation that they completely ignore.

The fact that we are surrounded by and we ourselves are composed in a matrix of states that are both physical and nonphysical that relate to energy as information seems patently obvious.

Why is this bypassed by those who study the anomalous? I suspect it is fear as primal as that which came about with I think therefore I am. I also suspect that this instinct acts as a carrier wave between states whether we term it deconstructive, unpredictable, or simply threatening.

“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents... some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new Dark Age.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Call Of Cthulhu

Do to the nature of how we compose reality to thought with the exception of the pragmatism we employ to communicate to each other with it as a immutable set of references, I recognise that I live through thought not originated by it and consequently this suggest to me that what I consider in myself to be conscious is largely a derivative of my imagination.

I also suspect there’s a bone buried in our backyard as well as the dog, which is the paved over suspicion that even the most concreted positivist carries around like a compartmentalized fear, which is not knowing why things go bump in the night.

Life as we compose it’s meanings is at it’s heart unpredictable and is continually in transition and is contingent upon that which we cannot apply the pathology that presumes control over any of this. The intractable nature of phenomenon refusing to sit still while it’s origins remain obscured, becomes a quest for those of us in search of untangling entanglement itself.

What is held in this grail? I would suggest it is tasteless, odorless. clear as to be transparent as a medium much like water and whatever attempts to contain it as a container colors it, provides taste and so we look behind us to glance a chimera in the anomalous, the unpredictable that has nothing in common with purpose as we define it, despite the attempts of those who would contain it. This seems to be an apt description of the word truth.

"On Nature Itself that refusing to acknowledge an active force in things and instead "simply to absorb this force into a command of God’s - a command given just once in the past, having no effect on things and leaving no traces of itself in them - is so far from making the matter easier to grasp that it is more like abandoning the role of the philosopher altogether and cutting the Gordian knot with a sword"
-Gottfried Leibniz

At times when exploring this bi-folded mirror of appearances that we label which then becomes a magical reality in of itself perhaps the ghosts we chase are a result of what the Alchemists called transmutation and that what we are witnessing at the periphery of of our narrow awareness is the conversion or transformation of one species into another.