Ritual
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I find this fascinating, assuming we have the same thing in mind. How mental abstractions seem to be congruent with elements of your physical environment you detect visually.
Every once in a while I catch this in a very palpable way. Thinking about something remote and ostensibly unrelated to my current physical environment, I formulate a certain function, graph, distribution, and the shape of it maps onto some element of my environment. Like imagining some kind of bell curve, with valid and useful data, then noticing that you've been looking at a bell-shaped object the whole time.
Sometimes it's not even mathematical, but more poetic/philosophic, such as gyres, strata, and other such images that can be loaded with information, all the while looking at something that prompts/inspires such mental images.
That sounds incredibly heavy. It reminds me of footage of some of Werner Erdard's EST sessions - some of which made it into Adam Curtis's Century of the Self. The context is different but the physical expression sounds similar.
Murphy
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@DannyL proper fuckin weird. The relationship between ritual and movement stuck. It seemed reasonably natural because the stations are outside. But then that specific mass. Too much. If you’re 8-9 years old, utterly baffled at a throng of adults completely falling apart over a dead bloke who was just joking about being dead while nailed to a cross, it can only go on unquestioned for so long. In this case, about ten minutes. I remember looking across the line at my mate at the time and we both looked at each other with bewildered expressions of what the fuck is going on here?
@shiels confession is weird, on the one hand it def serves a purpose but the trivial, mundane aspects of human behaviour aren’t really anyone’s business, unless you’re Dennis Nilson. That consumption of thought control though, the sanctity undermined by wanking sounds coming from the other side of the booth. Swearing as curses reminded me of Bath’s museum, specifically the curse tablets called Defixiones. The curser would travel to Sulis Minerva because eg someone had stolen their favourite coat, pay a scribe to write their hate, loathing and retribution on the tablet, which would then be deposited in the liminal hot spring. Found these mind blowing in their unintended humour. The separation from morality and ritual an organisation like the catholic church sought to paint over with a veneer of chastity.
I think we’re surrounded by lost rituals often overlooked as habits. There was a news junket ages ago about how Tony Blair liked to make a cup of tea. Revealed a lot, borderline Golden Dawn (eg fresh water for every boil up), but Google’s just saying he couldn’t find a decent brew in London.
@shiels confession is weird, on the one hand it def serves a purpose but the trivial, mundane aspects of human behaviour aren’t really anyone’s business, unless you’re Dennis Nilson. That consumption of thought control though, the sanctity undermined by wanking sounds coming from the other side of the booth. Swearing as curses reminded me of Bath’s museum, specifically the curse tablets called Defixiones. The curser would travel to Sulis Minerva because eg someone had stolen their favourite coat, pay a scribe to write their hate, loathing and retribution on the tablet, which would then be deposited in the liminal hot spring. Found these mind blowing in their unintended humour. The separation from morality and ritual an organisation like the catholic church sought to paint over with a veneer of chastity.
I think we’re surrounded by lost rituals often overlooked as habits. There was a news junket ages ago about how Tony Blair liked to make a cup of tea. Revealed a lot, borderline Golden Dawn (eg fresh water for every boil up), but Google’s just saying he couldn’t find a decent brew in London.
vershy versh
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Was that where The War on Dust came from?
Lots of the hoodoo stuff is like this (hoodoo being American folk magic, that survived in black communities, post-slavery). Floorwashes to sanctify the house. Wash all the bad stuff out first, washing towards the door, chuck water away at a crossroads, don't look back. Wash again with blessed water to bring in blessings, money, luck etc. The water might have herbs, holy water etc added and appropriate psalms said over it.
Mr. Tea
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I saw you mention this in the other thread and honestly couldn't tell whether it was a humorous euphemism for wanking.
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luka
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i felt like a kind of Grand Director of Reality usually too self-important, vainglorious and preoccupied to notice and concern my lofty self with the lives and concerns and hardships of the little ones who share the house with me.