Finding Truth in Silence
I have decided to call these percussion-themed posts Wholesome Conspiritual Drumming. Sure, I’ll still drop out some conspiratorial crumbs, but overall it will be about finding uplifting spiritual solutions to our modern day Western-Techno-Pedocracy problems: through the medium of sick beats. Does that mean I should keep a shirt on while I do it? Not sure, but it is starting to get chilly in Espo so let’s compromise for the time being.
If we are going full conspiritual, we probably need to take a step up from Nickelback. To where? Trip-Hop obviously, duh. This is one of my favourite electronic songs of all time, featuring what must be objectively one of the best choruses of all time. You may have heard it before in the cheap and tacky Tiësto Club Remix (which nonetheless has since been voted one of the greatest dance tracks of all time), but to appreciate its true conspiritual transcendence — Gregorian chanting and all — you have to hear it in its original 6 minute glory (the drum groove starts to pick up about 2 minutes in).
What is this Silence — this white wave — that Sarah McLachlan sings of? That’s for her to know (if I had to guess, it would be the same explanation as most famous pop songs: odes to the entities that gives them their creative powers). Whatever its origins, her pleading search for Silence and its promise of safety, release and transcendence has clearly had a profound impact on pill-popping dance floor occupants around the world. And why wouldn’t it?
Spare a thought for young people today (spare a thought for all of us, but you know what I mean).
On one hand they are told that the hardship and suffering they experience in this world is entirely the result of their decisions and choices, while on the other that it is the result of a fundamentally broken and unfair world.
On one hand they are told to trust established institutions who alone can keep them informed within the scourge of mis- and disinformation; on the other, they are now being told that these institutions just encouraged them to unnecessarily experimentally inject themselves for The Greater Good.
On one hand they are told that gender is strictly binary, it is how we were designed and created for these lives on Earth, and to dabble otherwise will only lead to internal confusion and conflict; on the other they are told (correct me if I have got this wrong) that gender is fluid and changeable, given God itself is inherently androgynous as the source of both masculine and feminine energy, and achieving this union is a divine goal that humanity must also strive to achieve if we are to become our own gods.
I mean, FFS, The Truth Conspiracy has even infiltrated Astrology: if you are born at the start of August, a Tropical Astrologer will tell you you are the fixed fiery masculine sign of Leo, but a Sidereal Astrologer will peg you as the changeable watery feminine sign of Cancer.
How do you determine Truth in a world that it is filled with people (myself included, although i’m working on it) who are intent on enforcing contradicting truths on to you under the assumption that these truths are universal?
It was this polarisation of truth — and the acquired helplessness and hopelessness that it engenders — that allowed the Germ Conspiracists to lead us into the greatest lie of the pandemic: that you are fundamentally incapable of making fundamental decisions not just about your own health and wellbeing, about what is “right” and “wrong”.
How did they do it? Because gradually, little by little, distraction by distraction, they have been squeezing Silence out of everyday life. Not just the ability to be sitting in Double Lotus in a small dark room free of any external noise and distraction. But to be in mental state of silence: free from the onslaught of hot takes, opinions that seem designed to silence our own intuition and inner wisdom.
Lies are loud, but the truth is often silent: thus, it is only in this state of Silence — whether we find it in conspiritual drumming, or meditation, or prayer, or [insert creative/grounding practice here] — where we can finally trust ourselves to be moral, someone who understands deep in their bones and spirit what is right and what is wrong.