Simply put, the Hack’s gotta be a challenge of some whole nother order of magnitude if it’s gonna get us to our inconceivable metamorphosis. So the very first step we need to take in facing up to the inconceivable magnitude of the challenge is simply getting past the grotesque absurdity of Jesus saying stuff like
He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him.
John 6:58.
Not only are the actions of a superior intelligence absurd, as Jacques Vallee tells us, but the actions asked of us by that superior intelligence are likewise always going to seem grotesque to our inferior little minds.
Remember Great Glorious Buddha-Heruka’s Kabuki excess, his nine eyes wide open in terrifying gaze, eyebrows quivering like lightning, protruding teeth glistening, drinking blood, flames of wisdom shoot out from between the blazing vajra hairs on his body.
Flames of wisdom. What Dr. Vallee is trying to tell us, what Great Glorious Buddha-Heruka is trying to show us is that the absurd can overwhelm the inferior intelligence, can short-circuit the very progress it’s trying to facilitate.
“I don’t believe it,” Neo says as he literally staggers under Morpheus’s revelation of the true nature of reality—and then: “I want out.”
Luke, when he’s in training under Master Yoda, when the X-wing out of nowhere suddenly sinks into the bubbly ooze, Luke’s immediate adolescent reaction is to whine about it. Yoda points out if Luke can levitate a rock, he can levitate an X-wing. “I’ll try,” Luke responds unconvinced, earning Master Yoda’s first rebuke. “Do or do not. There is no try.” Luke gives it a go, looks almost like he might just pull it off, then totally gives up. He plops down defeated; “I can’t,” he pouts, “it’s too big”—earning Master Yoda’s second reproof: “Hear you nothing that I say?” Whereupon Luke gets quite an earful, and to top it off, Master Yoda to prove his point raises the X-wing from the swamp and deposits it neatly out of further danger. “I don’t believe it!” Luke gasps in astonishment, earning Master Yoda’s third reprimand: “That is why you fail.”
What Neo witnesses is incomprehensible. What is asked of Luke is inconceivable. As is the math of Jesus’s equation:
He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him.
Inconceivable. Incomprehensible.
That is why we fail. The Hack only works for a mind properly disposed.
And a mind properly disposed isn’t easy to come by. It takes training.
As Blind Kent shows us, when we encounter the overwhelming absurd—eating flesh, for example, or drinking blood—the trick is to filter out, to turn a blind eye to the obvious, to the literal. The obvious, the literal, the superficial is always a distraction. Tune in to the harmonics. To what’s likely hidden in the transmission.
He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him.
The transmission of a superior intelligence must always appear absurd because there’s always more in the transmission than meets the eye. The bandwidth is always way, way broader than you think, than you can think—thinking the way you think.
Because detecting, decoding what’s hidden requires us to, as Apple has admonished us so dutifully for nigh on a quarter of a century now, to Think Different.
Which is precisely what Jesus means when he says, Except ye be converted. The very absurdity of the action of the superior intelligence, of its transmission, of what it asks of us acts upon us to convert us, to change the way we function.
The harmonics, if we just turn our attention to them as Blind Kent does, evolve in us a mind altered, a consciousness expanded.
How terrible is this place!
Jacob says.
This is no other but the gate of heaven.
Genesis 28:17.
A Stargate. And except ye be converted, ye shall not enter.
“My God,” Dave Bowman says in wonder, as he crosses the event horizon of the Monolith, the event horizon, the fierce moment, of his inconceivable metamorphosis, “My God, it’s full of stars!” Flames of wisdom. Furnaces of transformation. Understandably, what he experiences as he passes through, you may remember, terrifies him.
How terrible is this gate!
Just as the Eucharist and beer cans in gutters aren’t different, the language of sci-fi and the language of scripture aren’t different. They’re both the language of revelation. Or maybe a better way of putting it is they’re both…
Coming 7 January 2022
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