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| Re: Altars -- roark | Top of thread | Post Reply | Forum |
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Dear Mr Roark, I have been reading this thread for a few days and wondering how I might respond and contribute (fit in)...its a bit of a crowded field with the enormity of lofty thought and good cheer going back and forth between you, Tarvu and others. (shout out to Tarv, have you read any Stan Grof lately?) Your posts are often thought provoking, sort of like cerebral termites seeking tasty wood to chew on  Meanwhile I have been working on a theme for a thread myself, that might discuss the developmental phase of childhood regarding the process of idealization. In simple terms everyone at some time in their life places another person on a pedestal and loves them unconditionally...but a bit too much. And that phase can often be followed by a crash and burn period of devaluation and discard. It starts when we are separating from our care giver (mother or otherwise) and grandiosity reigns supreme, both in us and our god-like parents. It is my theory that we repeat this superego-shift later in life if the initial entanglement was not put to rest in childhood. Therefore the worship of a colossal father figure like a guru seems pretty obvious and facile. I have a great article that I will attach later showing the connection of idealization to cult leaders. But onto the matter of reminiscing and mementos on the mantle. My office has similar themes ranging from rock collections from favorite jaunts, CD's from many genres, photos of my family on vacation, my library on psychedelic therapy, and then my current favorite...a few pieces of fine art. In particular western landscapes in the medium of watercolor. I mention good art because what motivates me mostly is the need to remind myself that humanity is basically good and as a giant wandering tribe, we are looking for promise and security, love and prosperity. All nice gummy bear sentimints to suck on. But here's where I diverge from your postulation on altars and tokens of fondness. In the last few months, one of my local TV stations has been showing re-runs of Star Trek. I have been able to watch an episode every night and caught up on the whole series. One recurring scene and character set-up is a landing party "beaming down to the surface". If you watch carefully there is always Kirk, Spock and Bones and then inconspicuously..one or two foot soldiers or what I like to call "expendables". So waking up the other morning it dawned on me. Why would I want to give merit, by virtue of a photo, to someone who considered me utterly expendable ? In the Star Trek story lines, the expendables that beam down to the planet with the regulars, are the first be be eviscerated, and guaranteed sacrificial fodder for the greater good of the script. I guess I see Maharaji as a once-loved icon, who never really loved or cared for me whatsoever ! Certainly not enough to send a get well card or reminisce about me ? We were all completely expendable to him and he has proven that time and again. Therefore an image of him caught on photo paper is only worthy of a puff of carbon as it is burned in the merriment of liberation...IMO. On to better things. Best wishes and thanks for the cookies. Mark B  Modified by Manincar at Thu, Dec 28, 2017, 10:09:32 |
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