Evocation-experience

[flibbertigibbet]

Dukes also writes about magical thought following scientific thought rather than preceeding it.  He says he moved toward magic when science wouldn't hold up to its own standards of inquiry.

He also writes about he thinks science limits us rather than helps us in solving problems, in that it limits our scope to a small set of variables and ignores the infinite other factors at play in a given situation.

i agree.  great points.  i think science can often act as close minded as religion.  so we need to keep an open mind, both to allow for possibilities, as well as to remain critical.  so for me, i remain open minded that we might find ways to circumvent linear time, but i remain sceptical that anyone has yet figured out how to do such a thing.  also on the subject, i think the ability to change one's perception of time seems like a very powerful tool, which could allow for all kinds of practical uses like what anosognosia reports from his invocation.  BUT i remain pretty sceptical of people claiming to break the "laws" of physics with virtually no evidence.

[Isis]

I find Dukes' ideas useful when I reapply them to things we've been working on here in class, particularly in relation to conscious vs. subconscious processing and bandwidth, and how the subconscious encourages magic, and how the conscious vetos, and what rationalizations we need to convince ourselves to allow for magic.

Depends on your individual configuration.
Some need more rational thoughts others the opposite.
And again what is magic? 

[zenpunkist]

Interesting discussions.  It's kinda funny, I really like to get stoned before cleaning my house, because I feel that you evoke into everything you touch.  You charge it with whatever emotion and thoughts consume your own cells at the time.  I think that all matter is alive, and creating something without giving it any character is mass murder.  The mroe and more gets mass produced without any human contact, the more dead mass we have lying around . . . moving so slowly . . . so devoid of life . . . that it begins collapsing on itelf to become a blackhole.  However, we can put life in everything around us.  Everything we come in contact with is an opportunity to pass along our own collective unconscious media. 

Sometimes some kind of fly or ant makes its way into my house.  The old me would squish out the disturbance to the order in my home.  The new me, smokes out the bug, gives it a cushy little square of tp with a wet corner so they can wet their cotton mouth, sleep it off, and be on their merry ways.  I think of how I can make the most of the crossroads that brought us into each others' lives.  And, sometimes I buy clothes, bring them home, try them on for my husband, and let him help me pick out the good ones and return the rest (instead of trying them on at the store).  He's good because he can tell me exactly what's wrong with the cut, shape, etc.  So one day, I'm trying on clothes for him, and I'm taking off the rejects upstairs to throw back in the bag.  I tear off a piece and say, "You fail, Your shape doesn't work."  Then I pick it back up, smile, hug it, and then say, "But you're going to be perfect for someone and make them so happy!"  Then I put it back into the bag.  I swear I'm not a total hippy.  I just gotta work towards balancing our species' emotional budget, you know?