Sunday, November 18, 2012

Crawling From The Wreckage

It's not every day you live through a Superstorm. And even though we didn't get the flooding that the coastal areas received, it doesn't mean we didn't get hammered hard by Sandy. Apparently, we were one of the hardest hit outside the Shore.

Interesting to note that the Superstorm was given an androgynous name. I keep picturing it as a Rebis-Kraken hybrid, tear-assing across Jersey looking for the shit- and that it all was foreshadowed by a major solar blowup just a week before.

Having lived now through Irene, Sandy and the Halloween blizzard (by far the most terrifying for me personally, listening hopelessly as trees and branches exploded like fireworks), I can say with total confidence that we're completely at Mother Nature's mercy.

More accurately, it feels to me as if Mother Earth and Father Sun are going through a rough patch in their relationship, and as usual the kids take the brunt of it. All of which is to say that there were superstorms long before carbon credits, so I wouldn't pull the hairshirt out quite yet. Climate change is here, but it's simply making an encore appearance.

Some might say a political agenda obscures the role of solar activity in climate change, but I say it's just as much a function of hubris- if we're causing it, it means we are the masters of our dominion and we can stop it. Good luck with that. I've said all along this planet is an extremely dangerous place- maybe some people are starting to realize that now.

Living with chronic pain gives you a different POV on human omnipotence- rather, pretensions thereto.  The superstorm kicked my ass up and down the street - we painsters live at the mercy of the barometer- and just to rub salt in my trigger points, Athena (the newly dubbed Nor'easter) came along added a few more days of sheer bloody hell to my life. 2012 has been a particularly rough patch of a year, though I'm starting to wonder if Jersey's insane-ass climate will force me out of the state for good.

We lost power for more than a week, and other than it being cold as balls at night, I didn't exactly miss it. I got a strange adrenaline rush from the superstorm- it was one of the most surreal events of my life- that lasted most of the week until it crashed hard with Athena.  The recovery was much longer than the rush.

Seeing your landscape transformed will do that- the destruction just within walking distance of my house was like nothing I'd see outside of a particularly pessimistic 70s drive-in movie. I must add that we saw ball lightning dancing the street during the storm, just because this neighborhood isn't weird enough already.

We've been sold a wired future, but what happens when the wires are ripped from their settings every six months or so? We've already had three major blackout events in less than 18 months here, and when the power goes out our entire economy goes with it. That's an untenable situation. But the reality is that putting wires underground is extremely expensive. Rock, meet Hard Place.

Kevin Kelly never warned me of this eventuality back in 1993. He didn't warn me about fistfights over gasoline, empty shelves - at Walmart, at all places, and the entire local economy stopping in its tracks for more than a week as transmitters littered the streets like roadkill.

Of course, I believe in signals from transmitters as yet unknown and I can't help but think of the timing here. I put The Secret Sun on hiatus the Thursday before Sandy, having no clue what was coming until my doctor told me the next day I should take special care because a Nor'easter was on the way. He said nothing about a superstorm.

So I put The Sun on hold in order to concentrate on other pressing matters, one of which was getting my drawing chops back in shape. Actually, getting my chops in the best shape of their life. I was distraught because as I mentioned on The Sun, I simply can't sit at a table and draw- it puts too much pressure on my trigger points.

But an old lapboard with a cushioned underside showed up while we were moving stuff around (you gotta do something when the juice is off) and I discovered it was quite ergonomical to use in bed or on a couch.  I also found a file of old sketches that I had been working on in hopes of developing a new style from a few years back. So with fuckall else to do I spent a lot of time- mostly at night- with a reading light, a lapboard, some recycled paper and a bunch of markers. It was just what the doctor ordered. 

Funny how that works sometimes.

Now I'm wracking my brains trying to figure out how to bring it all together. I haven't yet, but I love drawing as much as writing, if not more. So I'd better think of something, sooner rather than later.

Another reason I put The Sun on hiatus was that after five years I was running out of things to write about that I felt were truly exceptional, that really channeled The Signal. There's no shortage of wannabes, and no shortage of pseudo-occult media, but I've been there and done all that a long time ago.

So until the Mystery Hour is up and running, this will be our new interface. I've repurposed this blog to be an outlet for the endless shitstorm inside my head, as well as to do more actual writing as opposed to writing at the end of endless hours of research. I'll be writing about things I think about but felt fell outside The Sun's mandate, something I was diligent in following. Politics, culture, science/tech, and more secular matters like that, as opposed to mystical explorations.

Ironically, I wrapped up Secret Sun v.1.7 feeling more confident in my theories and theses than ever. But at the same time I really wanted to return to some of the deep-sea diving I was doing into the Mysteries before I was worried about having to explain everything to an audience.

I was keenly aware that every piece I wrote was someone's first Secret Sun experience, and that anchored me in a way I feel is counterproductive at this point in my journey.  I want to return to exploring these topics on my own and hopefully I'll be better able to communicate them in the future.

At the same time, I also plan to do some Secret Sun for Beginners posts. I'm often told the blog archives are too huge and intimidating so I thought it was a good idea to break in newbies- I just have to figure out how best to do that. I haven't yet but I will.

I can't make any promises as to posting frequency- I'm going to write when I have something to say. Just keep your eyes peeled and I promise to post notifications on the Facebook page as well.

Until next time.


Brizdaz (Darren) said...

" It's not every day you live through a Superstorm."

But it's starting to feel like every other day,lately.-)

Justin R. said...

That must have been one hell of an experience. Hell, and high water....
Glad to see that you both made it through the other side.

I shall be quite happy to navigate the "endless shitstorm" rumblings you publish here.

Raj said...

Hey Chris,

I'm glad that you're at a place of potential despite all of Sandy's craziness. I'm sorry that you crashed so hard from your initial rush. And dude, I'll just say it once more for now - the Secret Sun changed my life. Like, for real. That has felt like a real gift for someone who spent most of his life in some pretty dark places. And i thank you from the bottom of my heart for that. But, as for the Solar Satellite, I look forward to anything that you post here. It'll be cool to see what a more unfettered Knowlesian intellect will come up with. Bring on the shitstorm, bro!


nagash said...

Hope you are all right... and I for one will keep tunned :)

J.T. said...

Hey Chris,

For my part I wasn't surprised about the close of the Secret Sun at all. As we talked about over on the page, my read was that the secret sun of your dreams was an archetypal representation of an enlightenment experience during the Venus transit cycle. It takes up to six months for the changes to play out as we saw in 2004.

Also, there's been a marked change in the Facebook page over the last year or so. Mystical speculation has receded and more of a political and cultural polar-centered discussion has taken over. It seems that the more speculative and mystically minded readers have migrated over to their own projects. Which might be the wannabes to whom you refer.

What is interesting to me as an observer is how that transformation in the group seemed to foreshadow the changes in your life rather than flow from them as if the group has become more of an unconscious rather than conscious projection of your psyche as the years go on. That with the Sandy correlation has me scratching my head... Very interesting, so I'm interested to see how this all develops.

It seems to me though that the Secret Sun experience may be receding. As you have pointed-out, you've come to a point of inner certainty and what feels like arguing over the Internet has nothing to offer you anymore. That seems like a sign of resolution. Sort of like The signs of recovery in a therapeutic environment.

Has it occurred to you to write an autobiographical book about the whole Secret Sun experience? Not only would the story be interesting from the perspective a window into a subculture of sorts and the information itself, but also as a story of personal discovery and almost alchemical transformation and as a blueprint of sorts for people experiencing similar impulses... Just a thought!

Brizdaz (Darren) said...

"Has it occurred to you to write an autobiographical book about the whole Secret Sun experience?"

I think that's a great idea.
I for one would buy it.
And I know somebody who would more than likely publish it,if Chris didn't have someone else in mind that is -

You already have one sale right here.

TeeVee Canuck said...

Hey Chris - off topic but interesting. What do you make of these pics of Prince William in uniform? That shoulder patch on his left arm is pretty intriguing.

Delorus said...

Hi Chris,
I'd buy your autobiography too!

And I'd have to agree with JT that the flavor of the Facebook page is different from the Blog comments. More free ranging and with more polarized viewpoints. Which is just fine but different.

I hope your home front recovery is smooth. I have so much respect for the line crews that work for all the services- gas, lights, phone, etc. They risk their lives to get out there and be in the thick of the weather and wreckage and all kinds of danger. They are unsung heroes.

I wish you good health and a peaceful Thanksgiving with your family. This is my favorite winter holiday!

Best wishes, Delorus