Claw = Fang? off-topic-ish

Daniel Petersen · 28 Nov 2012, 12:13 · from 2012-November.txt.gz

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From: danielottojackpetersen at gmail.com (Daniel Petersen)
Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2012 12:13:17 +0000
Subject: (urth) Claw = Fang? off-topic-ish
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ha ha!  I thought maybe it was 'nuncio' and 'Aeon' and such.

Someone should start a band called that (S-T.M.E.o.H - er, St. Meh?).

-DOJP

On Wed, Nov 28, 2012 at 1:05 AM, David Stockhoff <dstockhoff at verizon.net>wrote:

> What? no takers? I thought it was an easy question.
>
> The phrase that caught my eye was this:
>
> SELF-TRANSFORMING MACHINE ELVES OF HYPERSPACE
>
> !!!!
>
> On 11/27/2012 9:21 AM, David Stockhoff wrote:
>
>>
>> On 11/26/2012 11:45 PM, Jeff Wilson wrote:
>>
>>> On 11/26/2012 3:40 PM, Dan'l Danehy-Oakes wrote:
>>>
>>>> I've never heard of this test -- one prophet was asked to put a hot coal
>>>> into his mouth which then became The Word Of The Lord for him to speak.
>>>> That's about it.
>>>>
>>>
>>> Isaiah 6: "6 Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his
>>> hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. 7 With it he touched my
>>> mouth and said, 'See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away
>>> and your sin atoned for.' "
>>>
>>>
>>>  Speaking of visions (sort of), I encountered the following description
>> of a "prototypical" hallucinatory (DMT) experience in Sam Harris' response
>> to the new book "Proof of Heaven" and found some parts to be quite familiar
>> (note the date):
>>
>> Under the influence of DMT, the world becomes an Arabian labyrinth,
>> a palace, a more than possible Martian jewel, vast with motifs that
>> flood the gaping mind with complex and wordless awe. Color and the
>> sense of a reality-unlocking secret nearby pervade the experience.
>> There is a sense of other times, and of one?s own infancy, and of
>> wonder, wonder and more wonder. It is an audience with the alien
>> nuncio. In the midst of this experience, apparently at the end of
>> human history, guarding gates that seem surely to open on the
>> howling maelstrom of the unspeakable emptiness between the stars, is
>> the Aeon.
>>
>> The Aeon, as Heraclitus presciently observed, is a child at play
>> with colored balls. Many diminutive beings are present there?the
>> tykes, the self-transforming machine elves of hyperspace. Are they
>> the children destined to be father to the man? One has the
>> impression of entering into an ecology of souls that lies beyond the
>> portals of what we naively call death. I do not know. Are they the
>> synesthetic embodiment of ourselves as the Other, or of the Other as
>> ourselves? Are they the elves lost to us since the fading of the
>> magic light of childhood? Here is a tremendum barely to be told, an
>> epiphany beyond our wildest dreams. Here is the realm of that which
>> is stranger than we /can/ suppose. Here is the mystery, alive,
>> unscathed, still as new for us as when our ancestors lived it
>> fifteen thousand summers ago. The tryptamine entities offer the gift
>> of new language, they sing in pearly voices that rain down as
>> colored petals and flow through the air like hot metal to become
>> toys and such gifts as gods would give their children. The sense of
>> emotional connection is terrifying and intense. The Mysteries
>> revealed are real and if ever fully told will leave no stone upon
>> another in the small world we have gone so ill in.
>>
>> This is not the mercurial world of the UFO, to be invoked from
>> lonely hilltops; this is not the siren song of lost Atlantis wailing
>> through the trailer courts of crack-crazed America. DMT is not one
>> of our irrational illusions. I believe that what we experience in
>> the presence of DMT is real news. It is a nearby
>> dimension?frightening, transformative, and beyond our powers to
>> imagine, and yet to be explored in the usual way. We must send
>> fearless experts, whatever that may come to mean, to explore and to
>> report on what they find. (Terence McKenna, /Food of the Gods/,
>> 1992, pp. 258-259.)
>>
>>
>> Can anyone guess which four or five words in particular caused me to post
>> this?
>>
>> If nothing else, this description suggests that mystical visions
>> experienced by different people are more the same than they are different.
>> This commonality might even explain much of the deep attraction some
>> readers feel to the Solar cycle and Severian's account in particular.
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