Sunday, August 30, 2020
I've Got The Fear
To simply fear an external object or circumstance is very different from the all-encompassing spiritual dread and fear that Hunter S. Thompson liked to describe using the lens of a drug trip going bad.
The Fear, correctly capitalized and formalized, was something permeating and overpowering one's basic experience. It was no longer the temporary attack or avoidance of a given limited threat, but the imminent quality of the entire landscape, experienced as rising up within one's own self, inescapable, experienced itself as a sort of End - however drug-induced that end might be.
One can glimpse signs of such a thing in the political and cultural landscape of the United States, the failed and failing state, lurching with a great shadow cast downward and downslope like a great doomed tree, its back cracking against growing winds.
There are many totalizing experiences and perceptions here, whether you want to describe them with a capital Fear, Anger, Dread, Rage, Anguish, or what have you, and you see them in the daily discourse. And the mundane daily administrative cycles stop and start, stricken with existential questions of life and death, with the many classes and identities cracking and folding under each other as they seize up together under the failing machinery.
But it doesn't matter how huge the capital Distress may be, it must still be localized and navigable, at least if one cares to continue to persist in this world.
Pain Signal
It isn't until one directly buys - or better yet, crafts - a tool, and then uses that tool regularly to maintain one's well-being, when the bond is fully formed and one feels the pain of any sort of damage to that tool. To artificially strike up this type of bond for someone who has not claimed a direct spiritual ownership or at least stewardship of the tool - or more broadly resource - it is usually the case that some sort of social sanction or application of force is required, to forcefully stimulate the pain and fear of damage and degradation.
Scaling this out, the way we've chosen to structure ownership and localized control, with all of the class and ownership fragmentation that that entails, is at the same time a means for fragmenting the movement of perception and pain itself. A class rests atop the other, and directs its activity for its own benefit, while feeling nothing of its pain.
Getting Stuck
In specificity is a powerful tool for focusing energy and discerning local energy flows, so that one can harmonize one's efforts with them. But without a mechanism to release and relinquish focus, and concentrate somewhere else, a paralysis and a fading of vision can happen.
Anecdotally, I would never have thought to look for worms in compacted and hard soil, in the course of breaking up that hard soil by hand for future planting and drainage. And sure enough there they were, nestled in the rock-like clods. And of course they were! They were taking refuge there.
Ideology and Perception
Substance Abuse
Presently I'm thinking of mind altering substances, which as plenty of subcultures and indigenous communities have discovered across time, can offer experiential gifts and glimpses into altered consciousness, which have lasting and beneficial effects.
Whole spiritual traditions and cultures have sprung up around substances such as cannabis, peyote, mushrooms, ayahuasca, and all the rest, while authorities like the U.S. government pen those things into a spiteful "controlled" substance list and throw people into jail or kill them over the circulation of those things.
The whole consciousness of prohibition, with its self-righteous assurance that it is clearing the ground for moral correctness, fails to detect that it is rooted in a reaction to a historically and culturally specific social artifice which has been built up around the substance, and whose structure is shaped by its own distinct interactions with that substance and the practices and meanings that form as a result. Further, the reaction mirrors such structures in its character. As such, this consciousness is imperial; it posits its own historical and limited formation as absolute and timeless.
Even the substance of alcohol, with its nationwide legality and limited restrictions, betrays a troubled social structure, which in accordance with its nature, takes the alcohol up into itself and generates practices specific to the nature of that structure.
Today alcohol is mass produced for instant, convenient, and entertaining consumption. In the modern world, alcohol can be a welcome lubricant for social and cultural activity. Like one guns it on ice, or in deep snow or sand, alcohol can give that push to engage in certain activities with a required threshold of confidence or passion, such as social interaction or music and dance, smoothing over various frictions and obstacles.
To put it more generally, the tendency of the modern industrial method is to exert energy to search out avenues of progression, and then increase energy to exploit those avenues more intensely at an ever-increasing scale, until those avenues are exhausted, and then other avenues are sought out. The whole phenomenon of substance abuse bears this pattern out.
Contrast this forceful proliferation and manufacture of alcohol products and the deepening of "substance abuse" ruts - and the concomitant prohibition backlashes - with indigenous forms of alcohol production, in which yeast spirits are carefully sought out in brewing rituals, and brews are revered and sung to, and the experiences with the brews are carefully administered and surrounded with care and awe.

