Ramblings on Myth, UFOs and Ecstatic States


Nothing I've written on this site is "true" according to "objective" standards set by the current Age of Reason on this planet. The best word which characterizes what I write here is Myth. I found a great explanation of what this means in the book by Lewis Hyde called The Gift. The particular passage (from the chapter 'Ezra Pound and the fate of vegetable money') refers to Ezra Pound's ruminations on this subject. Note in the poem Pound writes, "I stood still and was a tree amid the wood..." Now, does that mean that Pound actually became a tree? Maybe he did, or maybe he did only in his mind; but does that mean it's any less real?

[Hyde] I found myself imagining a fable about Pound as a young poet. Was there a time, I wondered, when Pound himself had the experience of 'the soul in ascent?' Was there a Poundian epiphany like Whitman's or Ginsberg's, or like the moment when young Elliot, walking in Boston, saw the street and all of its objects turn to light? Such moments are rare, given only once or twice in a lifetime, and yet they serve as a fountain for a life's work. Did Pound have one, and if he did, what happened afterward?

In Pavannes and Divagations Pound paused to imagine how a myth might have come about, saying:

[Pound] The first myths arose when a man walked sheer into 'nonsense;' that is to say, when some very vivid and undeniable adventure befell him, and he told someone else who called him a liar. Thereupon, after bitter experience, perceiving that no one could understand what he meant when he said that he 'turned into a tree,' he made a myth - a work of art that is an impersonal or objective story woven out of his own emotion, as the nearest equation that he was capable of putting into words. The story, perhaps, then gave rise to a weaker copy of his emotion in others, until there rose a cult, a company of people who could understand each other's nonsense about the gods.

[Hyde] Let us set this rumination beside the first poem in Pound's Personae:

The Tree

I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow
And that god-feasting couple old
That grew elm-oak amid the wold.
'Twas not until the gods had been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart's home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.

So, what this means to me is that in some way, myths like Narnia, Atlantis and the stories of the gods are in some way true, but we can't prove that in the material realm. Nevertheless they provide us humans with useful information which enriches our lives, and helps us understand the world we live in.

I spend a lot of time reading books which appeal to me. One thing that happens to me frequently is that I somehow know that I will like that book, or author, or composer as soon as I hear about it, without any other information. For example, when I heard the name of the composer Maurice Ravel I instantly knew that I would like his music. The funny thing is, I subsequently find out why and it always makes sense: there are common threads or resonances with other things I like or am interested in, even though I had no idea before I started exploring about that person or that person's work. So to continue on with the example of Ravel, there is much in his music which relates to myths. The early piano pieces such as Jeux d'Eaux, Miroirs, and Gaspard de la Nuit are all magical mythical musical images, at least for me.

Recently, the books I have been choosing mention UFOs, Pleiadeans, ecstatic states and other such topics which I don't expect. There is usually no clue about this, but once I start reading them I quickly find something surprising. Now I personally have never had any encounters with UFOs, but it is an interesting topic. I was reading the book Anastasia and was very surprised to read this about flying saucers, in a conversation between Anastasia and the author, Viktor Megre:

[Anastasia] ...In Nature there are living microorgan­isms that transform gaseous substances into solids. All plants do this in fact, only at varying speeds and with varying degrees of firmness and solidity of the resulting substance."

"Take a look around you, and you will see that plants take in liquid from the earth and breathe air, and then proc­ess these into a hard and solid body — let us say, wood, or something even harder and more solid, like a nutshell or a plum-stone. A microorganism smaller than the eye can see does this with fantastic speed, feeding, it would seem, on air alone. It is these same kinds of microorganisms that power flying saucers. They are Uke the microcells in the brain, only their operation has a very narrow focus. Their sole function is propulsion. But they carry out this function to perfection and they can accelerate a flying saucer to one-nineteenth the speed of the average modern Earth-dweller's thought.

"These microorganisms are located on the inner surface of the upper part of the flying saucer and positioned between its double walls, which are set approximately three centimetres apart. The upper and lower surfaces of the outer walls are po­rous, with micro-sized pinholes. The microorganisms draw in air through these pinholes, thereby creating a vacuum ahead of the saucer. The streams of air begin to congeal even before contact with the saucer, and as they pass through the micro­organisms they are transformed into tiny spheres. Then these spheres are enlarged even more, to approximately half a cen­timetre in diameter. They lose their firmness, and slide down between the walls into the lower part of the saucer, where they again decompose into a gaseous substance. You can even eat them, if you can do this before they decompose."

[VM] "What about the walls of the flying saucer — what are they made of?"

[Anastasia] "They are cultivated — grown."

[VM] "How so?"

[Anastasia] "Why the surprise? Just give it a little thought, you will figure it out. Many people cultivate a fungus in various kinds of containers.2 The fungus imbues the water in which it is placed with a pleasant, slightly acidic flavour, and takes the shape of the container. This fungus is very similar to a flying saucer; it creates a double wall around itself. If another mi­croorganism is added to its water, it produces a congealment, but this so-called microorganism can be produced — or, rath­er, generated — by the power of the will, or the brain, much like a vivid concept or imagery"

[VM] "Can you do this?" I asked.

[Anastasia] "Yes, but I do not have sufficient power of my own. The action of several dozen people having the same ability is re­quired, and it takes about a year all told,"

[VM] "And can one find on our Earth everything necessary to make — or grow, as you say — such a flying saucer and the microorganisms?"

[Anastasia] "Of course one can. The Earth has everything that the Universe has."

[VM] "But how do you get the microorganisms inside the walls of the saucer if they are so small you can't even see them?"

[Anastasia] "Once the upper wall is cultivated, it will attract and collect them in huge numbers, just as bees are attracted to cells. But this process also requires the collective will of several dozen people. In any case, what is the use of elaborating further if you cannot cultivate it for lack of people with the right kind of will, intelligence and knowledge?"

[VM] "Isn't there some way you could help?"

[Anastasia] "I could."

[VM] "So, do it!"

[Anastasia] "I have already"

[VM] "What have you done?" I was still perplexed.

[Anastasia] "I told you how children should be raised. And I can tell you more. You must tell this to others. Many will understand, and their children raised in this manner will have the intelli­gence, knowledge and will permitting them to make not only a primitive flying saucer, but significantly more..."

[VM] "Anastasia, how do you know so much about flying saucers? Does that too come through your communication with plants?"

[Anastasia] "They have landed here, and I, well, I helped the occupants repair their ship."

[VM] "Are they much smarter than us?"

[Anastasia] "Not at all. They have a long way to go to attain the level of Man — they are afraid of us, afraid to approach people, even though they are very curious. At first they were afraid of me. They trained their mental paralysers on me. Put on quite a show. They tried to frighten me, shock me. It was quite a challenge to calm them down and convince them I would only treat them with affection."

[VM] "Well, how can they be less smart than us if they can do things Man can't do yet?"

[Anastasia] "What is so surprising about that? Bees too make incred­ible structures out of natural materials, including whole ven­tilation and heating systems, but that does not mean they are superior to Man in intelligence. In the Universe there is no one and nothing stronger than Man except God!"

I did not expect to read about flying saucers in Anastasia!

Another book that I read recently, The Gathering by William Gammill, also has interesting references to flying saucers. Here's one of them:

...this type of UFO is organic in nature and increases or decreases in size as you come on board or leave; your own consciousness becoming a part of its consciousness. It does not come from a place so much as a need, and was originally formed close to the point where matter emerges. It is not really a craft but a live being, the energy package of the being itself, appearing as something I could relate to - a Hilton Hotel in the sky, or light beings made to look human. What makes it unbelievable and, therefore, unrecognizable, is its enormous size. We don't recognize singular living entities the size of a house, or a spacecraft, or a city, or a whole planet. We are seeing live beings, not UFOs; instead of ships, we are engaging the actual soul of the thing itself. And, as such, it has one of two natures: put simply, it is enlightened or it is not.

I was told not to fear the latter, for we have power over them. They are leaving anyway. They will not be able to stay much longer because of the dimensional shift taking place, the ascension of consciousness, which requires a perfect balance of heart and mind.

Both of these passages about UFOs state that they are not what we would expect them to be if we have seen movies about UFOs, where they are usually portrayed as being constructed of dead metal. Who would think that UFOs are in some way alive, or at least that they are secretions of living organisms? Well, no one I know can prove this one way or another, so we are left with a myth.

This brings up another point - can we even see something that we don't really expect to be there? I have found this writing all over the web, so I dont' know who wrote it originally, but it raises some interesting questions:

In 1492, Columbus landed on the island of Hispaniola, now the countries of Haiti and the Dominican Republic. Until Columbus' arrival, the islanders had only seen and heard of small boats—like their own canoes. The tribe had never seen nor heard of large ocean-going sea craft. So when the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria arrived, the natives couldn't see the big ships of Christopher Columbus! And the vessels were floating in plain sight right off shore!

"I Don't See Any Big Ships!"

Why couldn't the islanders see the big boats? Because nobody in their culture had ever seen big boats before. And nobody had ever written or talked about big boats in their society.

In any culture, the mythmakers—teachers, historians and media—decide people's reality. The specific world that mythmakers talk and write about determines the aspects of reality that people are able to perceive. The world that these storytellers talk and write about creates a belief system unique to each culture. And this belief system acts as a filter, screening out realities that don't fit into the cultural conditioning of the society.
The mythkeepers who shaped the islanders' belief systems didn't recognize the possibility that large ships might exist. And the filter of this belief prevented the natives from seeing the three large sea vessels...at first!

Note that the word myth pops up conveniently in that passage.

Another problem with expressing experiences "scientifically" is that we often don't have the words to express what we mean. This excerpt is also from The Gathering, and is taken from a journal entry in 1996 where he meets with one of his teachers who has been dead for ten years:

I don't know what my teacher asked me, but I watched my empty head fill up with information and give him the response he seemed to want. My head emptied and he asked me another question. Again my head filled up with answers and information. And so on. Each time he asked a question my head filled up with answers. Between questions my head was marvelously empty. The crowd of childlike beings began to cheer. I began to cry. My teacher was smiling. A feeling came over me - my heart first, then my head, then my entire body. I thought I was coming. I wondered, is if possible to come forever?

(All this in the time it takes for a bolt of lightning to pass through your skull, your brain, and out again. All I saw was a body of light.)

Now this part of the experience would seem to end right here. I mean, it doesn't really have an ending. What appears to be an ending is but an invitation to access a more vast and subtle scale of operations. I woke up at first light, back in room, in my bed, feeling like I'd had sex all night with the Beloved. Light and loose in my body, I felt wonderfully hungover from whatever had gone on the night before; indeed was still going on. I do not remember the stages of my return - at some point I seemed to be more here than there.

Does that passage have anything to do with sex? No, it's just that there aren't other words in the English language which are capable of expressing extreme ecstasy, although we do seem to have plenty of words to express extreme pain. Here is another example of writing about this same subject, again from an unexpected source. It's also interesting that these experiences are available to practitioners of meditation, monks in this example. This is from the book The Disappearance of the Universe by Gary Renard, which is a companion to A Course in Miracles:

All experiences, including sex, are mental states - even if the illusion is that they take place in the body. I remember visiting a church in Boston to hear a lecture by two Buddhist monks who grew up near the border of India and Tibet. After the lecture, people in the audience were given the opportunity to ask questions. Most of the were the nice "spiritual" question people usually ask. Then one woman had the courage to get up and ask the monks how they could go so long - in one case, thirty years - without having sex. The monk who had been celibate the longest, and who spoke English as well as the Dalai Lama, thought for a minute and then surprised the audience with his reply: "When you're coming all the time, it doesn't make any difference."

From the vantage point of my new experiences, I could now see that happy monk's answer in sync with the Course [in Miracles]'s answer to the dilemma of giving up the changing, illusory universe...

Most of this book is verbatim dialog between the author and two ascended masters, Pursen and Arten, who showed up in his living room one day, and who continued to visit him for years. Already on page seven this dialog was a complete surprise as I hardly expected a "serious" book about A Course in Miracles to contain anything like this! This is a conversation about what it's like in heaven:

Pursah: There are no differences in Heaven and no changes. Everything is constant. That's the only way it can be completely dependable instead of chaotic.

Gary: Isn't that kind of boring?

Pursah: Let me ask you something, Gary. Is sex boring?

Gary: Not in my book.

Pursah: Well, imagine the very peak of a perfect sexual orgasm, except this orgasm never stops. It keeps going on forever with no decrease in its powerful and flawless intensity.

Gary: You have my attention.

Pursah: The physical act of sex doesn't even come close to the incredible bliss of Heaven. It's just a poor, made-up imitation of union with God. It's a false idol made to fix your attention on the body and the world with just enough of a payoff to keep you coming back for more. It's very similar to a narcotic. Heaven, on the other hand, is a perfect, indescribable ecstasy that never ceases.

Now I hope that you begin to see why this site is only myth, and not "The Truth." It's just not possible to get across the experiences available from musical voyaging in any other way!