The Suspension of Belief
Love Neil Kramer’s The Cleaver:
Paradox ain’t for everyone. For those unable to imbibe such a heady brew, those who are simply not equipped for galactic emanations, we see that they are safely excluded from any fried circuitry by virtue of their inability to find a place for crop circles on their scientific nuts and bolts game board. They just don’t fit. So this quandary is resolved by using the squares and the pieces that do fit. Therefore, in such circumstances, the circles are required to be man-made. And so that is what they are. They are man-made.
For the aspiring but equally dualistic investigator, armed with an appetite for discovery, a bag of technology and a penchant for the mysterious, all that can really be discerned is the labyrinthine corridors of their own binary delusion. One chase after another. Never finding the answer. Indulging in the escapist adventure. Scraps and clues. This is not the way forward. The kōan repeatedly hints at the external world being no more than a fictional movie from the projection room of the mind. So the manifestation of the circles is not to be scrutinized on the movie screen, but in the place from which the movie originates.
Personal beliefs, narratives and reflections must be suspended to embrace the circles. The thinking, walking storybook of the chattering human cannot enter. Clean, still, open consciousness. Only with such integral awareness can the fluid individual penetrate the old morphic fields of linear routine. Then, something new is brought into being. Field uplink occurs. The upgrade downloads and installs. The local reflection of consciousness evolves and expands. Connection. Gnosis.
