On Reading and Interpreting

On Reading and Interpreting

 

Reading is infinite. Meaning itself is infinite. Reading is a way of explicating the implicit. But as meaning is a conscious experience, and all minds are separate, we can only “read” the feelings of others by sympathy, by mirrors and echoes, by mirror cells.

I wish to slash and jab at an idea with some quick ideogrammatical set of anecdotes.

I just heard a demonstration of a robotic noise I could not understand, in an Instagram video. It sounded like robotic noise. After the original message was played, a woman saying a sentence, when I heard the original, I know understood it. The naivety of the noise was lost forever.

That implies only one message could have taken away my audio innocence. But this is not the case. The first ambiguity could have been “fulfilled” in other ways, each negating the others forever, tainting ambiguity with dogma.

In another experiment, scientists flashed Chinese glyphs through subjects retinas too fast for them to see. The subjects were then exposed to a much wider set of glyphs and asked to choose their favorites. They tended to choose the ones they had a subliminal experience of, and gave reasons like they were cute or had a funny shape.

A legend of the Buddha is he visited an ashram or whatever of 1000 fire worshipping priests. I guess priests were more accessible then! They grew in hives! Obsessed with fire as they were, he hypnotized him with his Fire Sermon and converted fire from succa (sweet and good) to dukka (bad and suffering). The legend claims he converted all 1000 of them to Buddhism with a single sermon. There is some truth in this legendary story, hagiographically false as it must be in its hyperbole.

I have told you that the adam and eve fruit and snake story comes from enki eating the forbidden fruit and taking a woman from his own rib. Sumer, 2000 years before Jews were invented, the original and better was told. The story in the earliest Hebrew version is already a gloss, a take, a mistake, an adaptation. It has been edited by subsequent biblical redactors. It has been translated into Greek and Latin and English. The vague subtle ambiguous puns, metaphors, and poetical parts are lost. Robert Frost said “Poetry is what is lost in translation.” The J writer had no intention for this to be the doctrine of “original sin.”

Commentaries are the serpents snare: wisdom without effort. Easy as eating a fruit. To read the text without layers of translation is impossible. The text is hopelessly infected with layers upon layers of interpretation. The King James Bible manages to sound like it was written by one person. A translators’ illusion. And they translated it according to the dogmas and catechisms and creeds. They MADE it agree. In style and meaning, it is FORCED to agree. Every single commentary out there, and especially the pious, the pious lie, PIETY IS A LIE! They are all lies against the text. Not just the Bible but all scriptures everywhere. Literature. Language itself. YET 100% of the original meanings are still there, in the language, in ALL human languages, the Tao te ching, the Koran have influenced ALL languages everywhere for all time. But the original meanings come out hermetically, occultly, as if pirated in and hidden and bootlegged into your unconscious. Like the robotic noise. Every word every said in the entire universe vibrates somewhere within your literal flesh now and forever. Time is an illusion. All that has ever happened is happening again and forever within your very body.

Then the Elohim were in the dark, because they were blind, they did not know they were within the light. Darkness is the womb of all light: Mattria is the dark and AMA the light. But They said Let there Be Light and blinded themselves to universes and realities, all but their own. ALL SEEING IF A MODE OF BLINDNESS. To see this, you can’t see that. To know this, you can’t know the other. Can’t even think it. Some things are unthinkable to the human species because of choices we’ve made very step of the way.

The seer is a dreamer. He succeeds when he interprets all dreams as his dream. Freud as perverter, Freud as true follower of Joseph and Daniel as perverters, for Yahweh is a blind god, forbidden visual images, a demon afraid of the light, as with Jacob, he sees his own light, and can’t see the light of other gods. Dawn would have stoned him. He works indirectly though the Father of Lies, his own shadow, and Freud is a true disciple. As we all are of him and our own preferred gods. We don’t know we are living in a universe supersaturated with a superflux of endless life and gods and beings around us all the time.

Carl Rogers, America’s psychotherapist, the father of American therapy, early in his career spent months with a schizophrenic woman. His method of unconditional positive regard and letting a patient heal themselves failed in this early case. Hearing her systematic delusions, her consistent interpretations of all her reality, for weeks and months, started to get to him. It started to make sense. Too much sense! Rogers fled with his wife for an extended vacation.

For those who don’t know to flee, they become followers, and a new religion is born. As kings are made by shared belief, and money is valuable by shared belief, gods are born and become mortal, and then immortal, by shared belief. They become conscious and think through us, and then graduate and think beyond us. If all mankind died, our fictional characters and our gods too would survive us.

Blake converted one of his angels to a demon and said. This angel who is now become a Devil is my particular friend; we often read the Bible together in its infernal or diabolical sense which the world shall have if they behave well. I have also: the Bible of Hell, which the world shall have whether they will or no.

Every heresy to be called a heresy forces the pious to define themselves, and so, the heresy becomes a heresy only by forcing the pious to reactively become the counter-heresy of the new. Two new heresies with every innovation and gradation. They pretend the new meaning is traditional and they read it back into the start. This is a lie. The pious always lie. PIETY IS A LIE.

Whitman encoded some homosexual eros in his poetry that was not recognized until the 1970s, and once seen, amazed it was ever unseen. His homosexual and heterosexual code is deliberate and subtle and subliminal. And very much may we say so much more! Whitman was never known. He often claimed his friends never knew him. That he was much better and much worse, more good and more evil, thea any had a guess to. But when we read him now, we know he wrote a deeper bible than ANY! He knew himself to be a God, a Kosmos, and often said so. But people say his secret was he was in the closet. So small is the mind of men! We keep our secrets or tell them to hide deeper secrets, from others, from ourselves.

His is an infinite text. An infinite origami. It unfolds itself forever. It is too much in us, we can never get rid of it. It is ours now and forever.

You are an infinite text. All gods and all angels and all beings reside in you. A version of them all in you, just as conscious as you. You are their universe. They are ignorantly considering you the All of all. And that you are. When you know you will have known all along. You were in the Beginning, though you might not remember …

All is thru force or fraud, power or energy, directness or indirectness. Odin is both. As God. We all are both.

We are each a Holy Spirit. THE holy spirit. We are each a new tongue in the universe. We speak English, for now. But if you listen closely, we actually speak another tongue completely, each of us, UNDER IN AND ABOVE everyday speech.