On ego-worshippers and other random notes
Oct. 31st, 2018 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
causticusI've learned these are the kind of people to avoid like the plague. There's one big problem though....they're everywhere! I mean, there's always been an abundance of ego-worshipers pretty much everywhere and in every time. But now especially in the (post)modern West, it's like an ever-expanding plague. Now that the hegemonic ideology happens to be one that holds there to be no higher principle than the human ego, nor any abode which could accommodate such a thing, there's not justifiable reason for any run-of-the-mill NPC to even contemplate something higher than either their own ego, or if they happen to be of a more lemming-like nature, the ego of whatever person, party or institution they've placed all their trust in for whatever reason. So then trying to higher-reason with these kinds of NPCs is beyond futile and just a total waste of time for everyone involved. Best to just ignore them or simply nod along and not draw any attention to the disharmony of mental/spiritual wavelengths between me and the other party. That last statement should not be interpreted to be one of arrogance or anything.
On a somewhat-unrelated note, it's amazing to take note of the effect beer (or any other alcohol) has on me, after not indulging in it for a very long time. Tonight was Halloween, so what the hell, might as well knock back a few with my brother. Anyway, regarding observations, it's particularly the subtle ways a few frosty ones affect my overall state of mind that I found to be of interest. To observe properly, I found it best not to drink too many at once. Three is just fine according to my current tolerance level; that number is just enough to give me a slight buzz to worth with, while not being too much to get me swept up in the intoxication itself. My observations revealed the obvious: general mental sluggishness, a warm-but-dull feeling throughout my body, and most importantly, a slight lowering of psychic defenses. That last part is supremely important and clearly not something that very many people think about a whole lot. Because, well, the concept of psychic defenses (or psychic anything, for that matter) is not on the average radar screen. Before sipping down those oatmeal stouts I was in a rather calm, collected and peaceful state of mind; I was (uncharacteristically) working several tasks at a slow, methodical and content pace, as opposed to be usual nervous hurriedness. Maybe that clam state was owing to the Halloween energies; what an amazing time of year to begin with. It's this day when according to some very old folk traditions, the veil between the "worlds" is at its thinnest. Maybe I'll follow up on that some time. But for now,
Happy Halloween.
On a somewhat-unrelated note, it's amazing to take note of the effect beer (or any other alcohol) has on me, after not indulging in it for a very long time. Tonight was Halloween, so what the hell, might as well knock back a few with my brother. Anyway, regarding observations, it's particularly the subtle ways a few frosty ones affect my overall state of mind that I found to be of interest. To observe properly, I found it best not to drink too many at once. Three is just fine according to my current tolerance level; that number is just enough to give me a slight buzz to worth with, while not being too much to get me swept up in the intoxication itself. My observations revealed the obvious: general mental sluggishness, a warm-but-dull feeling throughout my body, and most importantly, a slight lowering of psychic defenses. That last part is supremely important and clearly not something that very many people think about a whole lot. Because, well, the concept of psychic defenses (or psychic anything, for that matter) is not on the average radar screen. Before sipping down those oatmeal stouts I was in a rather calm, collected and peaceful state of mind; I was (uncharacteristically) working several tasks at a slow, methodical and content pace, as opposed to be usual nervous hurriedness. Maybe that clam state was owing to the Halloween energies; what an amazing time of year to begin with. It's this day when according to some very old folk traditions, the veil between the "worlds" is at its thinnest. Maybe I'll follow up on that some time. But for now,
Happy Halloween.
