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Heaven (a vision)

I had a vision as regards the Christian heaven, it was a small darkened room and in the room’s middle was a sphere of light—it was like a sphere of water that shimmered with an incandescent light. It was surrounded by naked men, of moderate athletic build, whose genitals were obscured to me—there were benches in this small room for them to sit upon, from which they contemplated the orb.

There was also a man, built in similar dimensions to the rest, yet slightly larger, almost gigantic, like Dr. Manhattan in Watchmen, though not blue; and this man was God—for in the Christian account God has a form to contemplate in heaven.

This is slightly beside the point, but from a philosophic perspective these physical bodies cannot be physical bodies by definition because an actual physical body ages—yes, your body is like Christ at the resurrection, but that body has negated key characteristics that make a physical body a body.

Further, the new body in heaven feels no lust and has no capacity to reproduce—so it is not really a physical body; just as to say everything in the world is ultimately good because God does it makes the word “good” meaningless, to call this a physical body negates what a physical body means—it isn’t by its very nature a physical body, hence there cannot be a “resurrection in the flesh”, only an astral resurrection.

What is characteristic as regards this vision is that it is static. Christianity and the Platonism that informed it take a static view as regards metaphysics, Christianity more so than Platonism—the aim is to achieve a state where nothing ever changes; and so it is no wonder that no notable changes occurred for the 1,000 years of Christendom, until the Renaissance, because the Christian goal is to be static.

The view the Christians superseded, also found in Plato but perfectly expressed in Virgil, is that souls cycle through life and then return to their stars to be “dry cleaned” of their transgressions. Then they bathe in Lethe and forget themselves to return to earth—this is the same view as Buddhism as Hinduism, as all the Aryan religions.

At one point St. Augustine expresses the view that even if this situation is true then it shouldn’t be true. That sums up Christians all over—they’re not interested in truth, Augustine said it was acceptable to lie to advance the faith. Assertions and facts are not assessed with regard to their truth but regards as whether or not they upset the faith—which is taken as an axiomatic and inviolable truth.

When I read Augustine I just feel death, death, death, die, die, die, suffer, suffer, suffer. This is because, in part, the dream state in Christianity is stasis—it is death, the kingdom of God, where nothing ever changes (it is also because, as discussed in the previous article, Christians celebrate pain).

You can see how Christianity is a religion for slaves—at the end of all your toil there will be perfect peace forever and ever; no more work ever, just perfect static contentment—the more you suffer in this life, like a slave, like a helpless child before his master, the closer you are to Christ and redemption.

What has changed in our world since the Christian era ended is that we now see life as a process. It’s like Whitehead’s book Process and Reality—life has become dynamic again, it’s about Becoming not Being (to use philosophical jargon).

There’s a book from the 1930s called The Great Chain of Being about how this Platonic-Christian view has been superseded—in one respect, it has disorientated people, because there’s no sense there’s an unchanging reality behind this reality anymore; and yet, in another, it makes everything more alive, because everything is now dynamic—things that are dead never change, things that are alive are a process (ergo, the Christians worship death—perfectly static). The main difference is that in the past this process was metaphysical, the cycle of souls, but today it’s just materialist.

I’m one of those devils St. Augustine condemned who “walks in circles”—I don’t think the other world is static, I think, like Virgil thought and like the Hindus think, that it’s dynamic; it’s a process—and there’s no eternal damnation or eternal reward, just another turn of the wheel (unless, like Buddha, you cut the cord). That is a metaphysics that is alive—just as what was alive in Plato was his view of the cosmos as an animal (and it is just that).

I don’t want to be in a small room with a naked man and a bright sphere forever and ever—I want to grow and develop, to overcome myself and become more than I am. I choose life.


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