While belief is a tool to be utilised by a chaos magickian as and when it is necessary, the far more elusive concept of underlying truth within the universe is often ignored out of simple expediency. At best it is assumed to exist in some nebulous and irrelevant form while the occultist instead trips the darkness and forces reality to give up its secrets one blood soaked ritual at a time. Yet all the paradigm piracy, the reading into psychology and bleeding edge science inevitably leaves you faced with the disquieting idea that reality as a constant may not even exist at all. As Schrödinger’s cat amply illustrates, every man and woman is the ultimate master of their own litter tray.
Seriously, think about the implications of this for a while. No truth, not ever, only the world we see and the aspects of it that we or others experience. While the universe obviously predates our conception, and will no doubt go on to flourish long after we have become maggot infested grave bacon, it could be argued that the particular cognitive slice of it that was born with us will die when we do too. Unless you believe in some nebulous afterlife wherein we all play chess with nuns or roast over Satan’s ever expanding barbecue pit of course. Many eagerly await such things, though both sound decidedly uninspiring to me.
We all blindly assume that truth is a constant. The sky is blue and the sea is teaming with life. The sun rises in the East and sets in the West. Everyone knows that, including the supposedly primitive groups who brought us such wondrous monuments to manual labour as Stonehenge and the Great Pyramid. But the very people who taught us those things, the educators and scientific elite, have a vested interest in keeping the status quo ticking over. They have money tied up in the theories that they themselves were indoctrinated in all those years ago, salaries to draw and project funding to bid for. Theirs is a bias born of necessity.
It is all to easy to overlook just how tightly those in charge of administering knowledge cling to the reigns. Back in 1995 Dr. John E. Mack, author of the best selling work on UFO Contact, Abduction, faced a Harvard committee convened to investigate his dealings with patients who professed such beliefs. It was only when the public got wind of what was going on and certain high level academics took exception to a tenured professor being the subject of such a witch hunt that the Dean of the medical school blinked first and ruled in Dr. Mack’s favour. A sobering case, and not the only one like it by any means.
In the modern age the average person spends less and less time even playing lip service to seeking out the truth on an individual level, instead relying upon the heavily curated contents of social media platforms to feed them the viewpoints of others. Assumed facts and elicit opinion, all stage-managed by dark and shadowy groups of moderators and government censors who see to it that errant details never get in the way of the official version of events. Fascism is on the rise, bolstered by internet echo chambers and networked discontent. Even Neopaganism is not immune to this caustic influence, nor do many within this once accepting and nurturing of narratives seem to care.
Alan Moore warned us that society as we know it would be rendered as steam, and he was right. Truth is made completely personal in the information age, and to consider it to be in any way universal now is wishful thinking. Reality has its laws, its constants, but rules are made to be broken. The much discussed scientific method is little better than a crutch on which the educated hobble around in circles within dusty lecture halls while Occam stands in the doorway, razor in hand, to keep the mounting weight of appallingly inconsistent facts at bay.
Even though my interest in necromancy puts me closer those who have passed on than most I have seen very little evidence that our spirit is guaranteed to float around after we are called by the Reaper. So what exactly happens to all of our knowledge, memories, and more importantly unique point of view when we die? Does the reflection of the world within our heads count as the only real version of the truth to us as experiencers, and as a result does an entire universe therefore cease to exist when we do? How do we face the realisation that everything we once knew comes to a crashing halt, leaving little better than a casket full of oozing nutrients biding their time before returning to the soil?