There is a lot to unpack and I haven’t quite figured out the order of how I am going to write all of this, so bear with me as I stumble through it.
My name is Michael, and according to society, I’m basically insane.
Many of my friends and family feel as if I have lost the plot entirely and suffered a mental breakdown. I guess the truth is I kinda did, but not in the classic way. I observed my descent into “madness” and reasoned my way through it. It was a lot to handle, but I knew I wasn’t crazy…Well, most of the time.
I was simply unlearning everything I thought I knew. Carl Jung would associate that with an “ego death” or call it breaking through The Matrix in modern terms.
And man, I broke it.
I began realising that everything we think we know is wrong. Okay, that sounds arrogant, but ask a quantum theorist about the wave/particle duality of nature, or an objective archaeologist about Gobekli Tepe or water erosion on the Sphinx, even have a chat to a Shaman working with Ayahuasca.
The answers that come will not be appealing. In fact, they’ll probably be rejected; since they do not comply with prior knowledge, they simply cannot be true.
That little selective mechanism helps form the ego, and if we are (in-part) what we know, then when learning something new, truly new, bits of the ego will have to die. You die. Your sense of self dies. You start losing bits of yourself as you learn, and the more you learn, the more you unlearn as well.
The more you learn, the more you die.
Okay, that’s quite dramatic and not necessarily absolute, but you get the just of it. We think we have charged the way into the age of science, technology, and all-knowingness. I mean we have, but we also really have not.
My story, is about descending into madness, burning off every bit of myself, and rising again. Although my resurrection is only really beginning, I hope I have suffered through the worst.
Anyway, I wanna give you some background about myself and how I grew up before we continue.
Michael's musings 