Wade Richardson endorses Psychedelic Christianity

“Jack Call’s Psychedelic Christianity is a pioneering work exploring the intersection of psychedelics and Christianity and the implications of these two meeting in Christian practice. What is clear from the beginning is the centrality of being in right relationship with God. The psychedelic experience is a way of learning how to be in this right relationship. Love is at the centre, where living in the inspiration of the Holy Spirit guides the way. A must-read for anybody considering this path.”

–Wade Richardson, author of Entheogenic Christianity

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Small Pieces Snags Independent Press Award

Small Pieces of the Actual World, my most recent book, has been named a Distinguished Favorite by the Independent Press Award. Order your copy today!

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Small Pieces of the Actual World

I have recently published my first novel. It is rather a strange novel, with a large section consisting of a journal which seems to have been written by the main character after his death in this world. I call it a philosophical novel in two parts. Part 1 tells of an LSD trip which two twenty-year-old college students took in 1969, during which one of them was arrested and spent the afternoon and night tripping in jail. Part 2 tells of the discovery of the aforementioned mysterious journal, found in the grave of the other tripper in the year 2034. If you are interested in God, Heaven and Hell, and the connection between immortality and the existence of other worlds, this is the book for you! It is available from Amazon. Search for the title and my name.

Unfulfilled intentions

“Here, as everywhere, the Unfulfilled Intention, which makes life what it is, was as obvious as it could be among the depraved crowds of a city slum. The leaf was deformed, the curve was crippled, the taper was interrupted; the lichen eat the vigor of the stalk, and the ivy slowly strangled to death the promising sapling.”
–Thomas Hardy, in The Woodlanders

The initial capitals of Hardy’s “Unfulfilled Intention” suggest that it is God’s intention that is unfulfilled, but Nicolas of Cusa says that only creatures have, seemingly, unfulfilled intentions, because “each loves by preference that perfection which God has given it and strives to develop and preserve it intact.” This purpose is only seemingly unfulfilled due to wasted talents, errors, injuries, and deaths, because

“Only in a finite fashion is the infinite form received. Every creature is, as it were, ‘God-created’ or ‘finite-infinity’, with the result that no creature’s existence could be better than it is. It is as if the Creator had said ‘Let it be produced’, and, because God, who is eternity itself, could not be brought into being, that was made which could most resemble God. The inference from this is that every creature, as such, is perfect, though by comparison with others it may seem imperfect.” [Here follows the favorite passage I quoted at the front of Dreams and Resurrection.]
–Nicolas of Cusa, Of Learned Ignorance, The Second Book, Chapter II

Thus, Hardy’s “depraved crowds of a city slum” seem imperfect, exemplifying an unfulfilled intention, compared to one’s family and friends who are more prosperous and cultured, but they bear no less a resemblance to God, and each of them, as such, is perfect. The deformed leaf, with its crippled curve and interrupted taper, seems imperfect, and an example of an unfulfilled intention, compared to more well-formed leaves; and we can imagine the deformed leaf wishing to be a well-formed one; but if Nicolas is right, it, like every other creature, “rests content in its own perfection, which God has freely bestowed upon it.” Nicolas says that every creature “loves by preference that perfection which God has given it and strives to develop and preserve it intact.” Then, when, for whatever reason, a stalk grows less vigorously than others, it would be wrong if it were jealous and compared itself to a stalk on a nearby tree that is lichen-free, because its perfection consists in its striving to grow in its own circumstances. And similarly with the promising sapling strangled by the ivy.

And similarly with us in our finitude, our frustrations, sicknesses, and mortality. These constitute the perfection that God has given us, even though they may seem to be imperfections in comparison to someone else’s circumstances. We are right to love the perfection God has given each of us, and right to strive to develop and preserve it intact. I can compare myself with someone else who seems more perfect in some way than me. But I shouldn’t be jealous, because I could exchange my perfections, which seem by comparison to be imperfections, for those of someone who seems more perfect, only if I could cease to be me and become somehow that other person, and he me. But in that case, nothing would really be any different. We are each of us, in some way we can’t understand, images of the unique infinite form. That is what I take, so far, from my reading of Nicolas of Cusa’s Of Learned Ignorance.

PS
See “Kurt Gödel’s Argument for an Afterlife” to see how he used the idea of unfulfilled intention in this world as a premise of his reasoning to the conclusion that there is another world where the intention is fulfilled.
https://myiapc.com/kurt-godels-argument-for-an-afterlife/

Fun and Beauty

What is the connection/difference between fun and beauty? Beauty is more serious. Something can be fun but not beautiful, but if something is ugly, it isn’t really fun. Which is worse: a failed attempt at beauty or a failed attempt at fun? A failed attempt at fun can be worse. A tragedy that occurs when someone was trying to have fun may be worse than a similar tragedy that occurred when someone was attempting something noble. “What a waste!” one might say in the former case. Nobody thinks seeking fun is noble, but trying to create beauty is. When beauty and fun are combined, they enhance each other. These thoughts were prompted by seeing strings of lights on some trees during my walk this evening. They reminded me of an amusement park, and they were beautiful. But if one were feeling dizzy or sick from a failed attempt at fun, they wouldn’t help at all and might lend a mocking air of scorn as if someone were judging you.

Sunshine Victorious

Here are the lyrics I wrote for the hymn of the Church of Sunshine, sometime in the 1980s. I would love to have this recorded some time with a choir and organ.

Driving on in cold black rain,
Leaving back there that whole scene,
Arriving on the coastal plain,
Waves of color wash the screen.

People always rediscover,
Things of true and lasting worth.
O'er a dazzling model world I hovered,
Then opened my eyes to a transformed earth!

Tenderfoot, the L-train calls you.
Mystic veteran, come on home.
Bright reminders, yellow and blue,
Light your way where'er you roam.

Perfectly tiny, the mighty engine,
Of LSD, O happy race,
Helps you make a great religion,
Of weird and familiar both the base.

At the Blue Edge of Somewhere

Here are the lyrics I wrote for a new song by Mary Jo. I’ll post a link to the music after she and the singer record it.

At the blue edge of somewhere,
At a time, who knows when?
Wise children have fun there,
And link now to then.
We are those children,
And the world is brand new,
Glist'ning with fresh morning dew.
Air begins flowing,
Cold winds start blowing,
We stand here strong and free.
Older, maybe wiser, maybe not, let's see.
Pains will test us.
How strong can we be?
Now the tears of frustration
Make it all seem so vain.
A dark tide is rising.
We're pelted by rain.
Feeling uneasy,
Not sure just what is wrong,
What were the words to our song?
Then, at the edge of the darkness,
Bright'ning begins in blue.

Someone sings,
Of worlds
Unseen,
It's clear,
We're here,
Still.
At the blue edge of somewhere,
At a time, who knows when?
Wise children have fun there,
And link now to then.
We are those children,
And the world is brand new,
Glist'ning with fresh morning dew,
Golden and shining and blue.

Kurt Gödel’s Argument for an Afterlife

Early this morning, lying in bed, this thought came to me: All that we can accomplish in this life (and it is well worth accomplishing) is an approximation to the real thing which requires no accomplishing by us. Later this morning, on X, I saw a posting from Lara Buchak of this Aeon article about Kurt Gödel’s argument for an afterlife: https://aeon.co/essays/kurt-godel-his-mother-and-the-argument-for-life-after-death