luka

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"The truth is that this chalybeate fountain on this particular hillside had been the scene of such a continuous series of mystic rites, going back to the neolithic men of the Lake Village, if not to the still more mysterious race which preceded them, that there had come to hang about it a thick aura of magical vibrations...

No sacred pool, in Rome, or Jerusalem, or Mecca, or Thibet has gathered such an historic continuum of psycho-chemical forces about it as this spot contained then, and contains still"
 

luka

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some types of men I'm allergic to. Blustering men who think themselves hardheaded
 

luka

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if Taleb wrote a book with the secret of Eternal Youth inside it I wouldn't read it just cos he gets on my nerves so badly. His Authorial Presence.
 

luka

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I'll try. Maybe not this second. My hackles rise as soon as he see his horrible voice on the page. A specific type of man who had it in for me when I was a child. My Spiritual Enemies.
 

DannyL

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if Taleb wrote a book with the secret of Eternal Youth inside it I wouldn't read it just cos he gets on my nerves so badly. His Authorial Presence.
I've enjoyed the books of his I've read. Heard him interviewed and he is very funny and charismatic. Insufferable internet presence though. One of those people like Richard Dawkins, their agents should attach electrodes to shock them whenever they try to log onto Twitter.
 

luka

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we are all going to listen to Matthew Ingrams Kundalini mix at the same time and impress each other by saying insightful things about it as we listen.
 

WashYourHands

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The year of the Iranian embassy siege, my catholic school took volunteers to Lourdes to support and assist disabled people from the local church find whatever it is you find in a bunk shrine.

One specific Mass stood out. We’d just done the stations of the cross walk, pretty knackering for a primary school kid. You walk past these tented baths, choc full of the dying, cuing in line to be immersed in a watery cure. Proceed to cathedral for the big off. Every conceivable form of catholic style and imagery was present that day, but the most unnerving was the extremely heightened state of emotion among the throng outside waiting. You could feel it in the air, crackling, merciless abandon.

When they started the service, the biggest swaying incense orb imaginable was swung black and forth from the ceiling in front of the pulpit. I can still smell it. Then about 2000 people, everyone apart from myself and a few other confused souls, spontaneously started crying. And not just any normal form of emoting. I mean hysterical, unannounced, heaving, snot-heavy, air-gulping tears of something I’ve never come close to understanding (or wanting to understand). If there was a cue, a trigger, or whatever, for this I definitely missed it. The epitome of manipulation of the weird imho.

When I got home never went to mass or confession again, got into a secular comprehensive school asap. Ritual has a place, but, just leave the kids at home eh.
 
I was just thinking about the benefits of confession the other day. like yourself, disgusted and bored to death through a catholic upbringing, but it's basically the same as therapy init
 

WashYourHands

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I was just thinking about the benefits of confession the other day. like yourself, disgusted and bored to death through a catholic upbringing, but it's basically the same as therapy init


Needs a soundtrack

 
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