“Apparently, Crowley said that the unpardonable sin was to not accept the Truth when you came face to face with it, especially when it didn’t pander to your expectations. I like that. I understand what state of mind he was in when he wrote that. But I must say, when I think about it a little while, I realize it highlights the differences between Crowley and I. He came from a cultural background and an occult background heavily influenced by revealed religions, rationalism, and enlightenment thinking. So, for him, the quest for the “Truth” was framed (as it is still framed by many) as the ultimate quest of mankind. I must say, I don’t agree. “Truth” has become so tired a term, so worn out, so trampled upon. Everyone wants to proclaim it, but no one ever sorts out how we might be able to know “Truth”, even if it was in our faces.
Few people want to examine how biased we all are, even when we think we are not, and how that affects what we think the “Truth” is. “Truth”, it appears to me, is the battle cry of one culture as it tries to swallow other cultures; it is the war song of one revealed religion as it tries to trample another. It has so many meanings and appeals to so many people in so many idiosyncratic ways that it might as well be a useless word. If someone asked me what the “unpardonable sin” was, I would say “Not offering reverence and respect to the community of the world we see and the world we don’t see, when it is required of you.”
Because this aeonic “Truth” battle is another kind of vanity, from my perspective. The Fateful powers wove the tapestry of this reality perfectly. What’s true will remain true forever; it doesn’t need us seeking it; we can’t damage it or make it untrue no matter what we do or don’t do. What’s Real can never be destroyed. It may be that human beings don’t have the power to grasp “Truth”- if there is such a thing- in any communicable way; it may be an interior experience that can’t be mastered or shared. Either way, to me, it doesn’t matter. I think that if we’re respectful and reverential enough, even perhaps when it isn’t required of us, all of the problems we think stem from not knowing the “truth” would fade away.
There are the philosophers who seek abstractions of “truth” with their endless word tricks and arguments, and there are people who focus on what we don’t need to seek or argue about: the tangible, sacred immersion of our senses and souls in a lived and living world, and try to lace that experience with as much respect and reverence and wisdom as possible. I’m on team two.
I’m also of the opinion that words- particularly the impact of written words on early cultures- are some of the chief architects of our miseries in the modern day. And there is no using what caused a problem to get out of a problem, not really. What we need is original thinking. Language is a wall, an oppressive wall. Like all gifts of the Gods, it comes with a severe warning label, and we have ignored it. But the senses- just as much a gift, if not more so, an older gift, a pure gift- they are waiting to make up for the gaps left by the flaws of language. They are waiting for us to come home.
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m tired to the point of perishing of running into these people (who are everywhere) who all seem to know the “truth” about things. If I had a dime for every one I’ve met, why, I’d exceed the wealth of my good host here, Mark Zuckerberg”.
by Robin Artisson