Musings On Myth, Science, and Metaphysics

The grandmasters of old weren't.  They never existed.  Human civilization is in it's infancy.  Atlantis never existed, it's just a myth, or if it's not a myth, it was a city in the Mediterranean that was blown up by a volcano or sunk by an earthquake.  It was nothing special, and they didn't fly around on space ships or use anti-gravity sleds given to them by aliens.  Any rational individual would consider such claims to be contrary to modern science and utterly ridiculous.

The only mystery school worth mentioning was in Egypt.  The rest of the mystery schools were weak attempts to put together an idea that works, though many of them did have snippets of the truth enough for a strong spirit to make headway in the chase for better answers.  Most of the information that was useful about the true mystery school of Egypt was destroyed with the Library of Alexandria by the local bishop under the orders of the then Pope.  But still, knowledge lives on in the hearts and minds of those who keep the path.

Egypt didn't come from Atlantis, because Atlantis never existed.  While some of the channelings of information may have some pertinent information to some place in the cosmos remote from this one, they have nothing to do with the immediate history of Earth or, in all likelihood, any prior Earths that may have been (through reincarnation of the planet, this one). None of it can be considered reliable information, because it is all tainted by nonsense, speculation, and unexamined ego associations that are easier to explain with basic psychology. It takes a serious skeptic to practice science, and an even more serious skeptic to successfully deal with myth and metaphysical musings.  You simply cannot assume that "psychic" perceptions are accurate because you had them once or twice.  Scientists do not do one test and then declare that they know the secrets of the Universe.  It just doesn't work that way.  There is no "I read it on the internet, therefore, it must be true because I like it".  That's what we refer to as lazy mindedness.

It takes time to make sense of reality.  Science has always been the answer, metaphysics is just a branch of science that deals with states of being and creating realities.  For this, one must have a serious mind dedicated to proving the real.  The world we see is a product of metaphysics and physics.  Many people think that the Big Bang theory and modern cosmology got rid of metaphysics.  But, of course, they did not, because the question must still be asked and the proof still be given.  For which we enter into the realm of metaphysical speculation concerning the reality we find ourselves in. 

While there are those who would smite out the question for fear of an answer, all scientists must still provide proof for what they believe.  Despite claims of the proof of a Big Bang, no such claim would stand the test of true inquiry into the nature of the evidence.  And yet, the public is uninterested in such finer points, so the issue has largely been dropped from collective consciousness, except for the few individuals whose love of knowledge exceeds their love of other pursuits.

In spite of all the efforts to quash metaphysical speculation, where physical science ends metaphysical science begins.  All those higher dimensional mathematics being currently used to support the unsupportable Copenhagen interpretation of quantum physics through string theory are an example.  If the math works, what makes it work?  Not that anyone really knows enough about the math to question how math becomes force which yields power without an ounce of substance through pure mind of which nothing is known.  Math does not give an answer of how thought became matter, or how it did so "naturally" without an observer through random fluctuations of equations that seem to calculate themselves as if by magic (invisible magic no less).  What are these equations made of?  Numbers?  Didn't humans invent numbers?  This is one deep rabbit hole equation, we don't even know what the universal equation is made of or how it got there to begin with.  Perhaps numbers replicate and divide like cells, but then, how do they do so?  Is there another equation inside the number that governs its replication?  Which equation governs the sentence that I'm writing, or the choice I made to write it?  I'm feeling a bit boxed in by the perplexity here.  Maybe, I'm the only one that noticed that none of it made any sense at all. 

Or perhaps there is a mathematical equation that defines choice for us so that we never have to choose, but instead allow our most illustrious leaders to make all of our choices for us and tell us what to think so that we may worship them, be they so beneficent and magnanimous.  A penny for your thoughts, professor? 

A great joke of science is that science cannot know anything without an observer present.  And yet an observer cannot be explained.  His or her existence cannot be justified or rationalized through any principle of physics.  What are we doing here?  Cogs in a machine without a soul building dreams in a land of dreamers that makes no sense.  Why is any of this or that here?  Why does it matter? Where did it come from?  An infinite sea of equations made of equations in an equation calculating itself?  I don't think so, though partially true on some level.  But certainly not the whole story, not by a long shot.  Incidentally, an equation is a mathematical statement used to prove knowledge of dimensional logic.

If the observer is a brain, where did the image come from?  If the image is made of light or electrons, how did the light or electrons self know itself to get me to say "hello, I see the light"?  Maybe I'm just another robot in a world you invented, if certain "new age" theories are to believed.  But I doubt that, though I can't prove my doubt, since proving a negative is said to be impossible.   At the end of proof, luckily, is the pudding.  Pudding.  Finally, something we can all understand and agree upon..I think.  What do you mean "is it gluten free"?