A long time ago in a TDG far, far away...

Given the recent material on NDEs, here is an old blog of mine from a previous incarnation of TDG, I guess it would be about 10 years ago now. It was on OOBEs, but the source is the same, as with everything, after a fashion.

OOBE

Out of body experiences are more common than you might think. Narcissists are in a constant state of being out of their bodies. It is the only way they can look at themselves all the time. In human history the OOBE has bequeathed us visions of greatness, known to some as delusions of grandeur. Our planet came to lie at the centre of the universe because the OOBE provided the perspective required to see the truth of it. The OOBE gave rise to the concept of the soul and made us chosen of God. In prayer the Religious would be granted the personal favours of God because their soul was suitably of Godly Aesthetic. But of course, the narcissism behind the concept of the soul and of Godly favour is revealed, beyond the aletheia of Proteus, in the anal fact that the noxious farts given rise to by our own bowel movements do not sicken us with a whiff. So lofty are we. And yet, the farts of others, those we now hold so dear for their gaze: our sheep? Their farts are like a gag On the Nose: An irony for such is the stuff that the Narcissist’s dreams are made on. And what of Greatness? Let me tell you about Greatness: It is written in the stars that I commune with.

And so I shall now speak for a moment of that which is beyond the grave: I shall speak of the tragic age, the mythos of the lost soul. One could, in desperation, reach out for forever and not touch it. One could, in concern, call out to it and it would not hear. Icarus is soaring and the sun is yet to rise. The stars are shining, and the ocean of wisdom beneath is too dark-wine to see. So lofty are we. Out of the body, projected far toward the dark horizon. But time has its habits and the sun must rise and Icarus must plunge into the depths of the ocean of wisdom. The anchored silver cord, snapped back.

Then, after the Mythical Age, The Age of Reason: the rise of Mechanism, Corporeality killed Incorporeality. Materialism left Narcissism with a quandary: How to enliven the spirit now? The immortality of the soul was gone. And then, as always, Narcissism found an answer: to crawl up its own arse, whence came Youth to replace Immortality. The ocean of wisdom parted, and Philosophy became a Blasphemy. Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Now, Incorporeality to Corporeality: From the grave to the tragic. Narcissism: When faced with Narcissism – Murder to Ridicule. Narcissism: When faced with Ugliness – Scorn to Pity. Narcissism: When faced with Guilt – Cruelty to Denial. Narcissism: When faced with Death – Immortality to Youth. Narcissism: the plastic surgery disaster of the spirit.

One cannot gaze at wisdom in search of your own reflection and not be scarred by it. Now, where is my plastic surgeon?