Showing posts with label myth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label myth. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Echoes in the Temple: Thought, Deity, and the Hollow Mind

It struck me—like a whisper sliding through the ribs of silence—we don’t just have thoughts. We hear them. As if something is speaking in that cavern behind our eyes. Our own voice, yes, but distant. Not quite tethered. Like it came from a room down the hall that shouldn’t exist.


That alone might explain God.

Not the God of stained glass and parental commandments. I mean the idea—older than names, older than fire—of something vast and watching. The invisible presence in the trees, in the dark, in the folds of our own breath. We think we looked out and found God. But what if the first real encounter was inward? What if the divine began not in the heavens but in the hollow theater of the human skull?

Because if you sit long enough with your own mind, if you listen without distraction, the space inside doesn’t feel small. It expands. It echoes. It responds. We tell ourselves this is normal—this inner narrator, this unseen scribe. But anyone with even a cracked sense of self knows how strange it really is. Thoughts appear fully formed, dressed in voice and timing. Insights arrive like gifts from behind the curtain. Sometimes they shout. Sometimes they whisper. Sometimes they warn.

That eerie duality—of being both the speaker and the spoken-to—might be the oldest haunting we know. Before we carved gods into stone or sketched stars into myths, we already had a voice in our heads. It wasn’t always kind. It wasn’t always sane. But it was there. And when the dark pressed in at the edges of the firelight, what else could it have been but something more?

Maybe that was the first altar: the quiet inner chamber of thought, echoing with something too complex, too alien to be merely "me."

It’s not hard to see the roots of cosmic horror in that. The unknowable pressing in—not from galaxies far beyond, but from within the skull. A presence that isn’t separate from us, but generated by us. Or worse, residing in us. An invader mistaken for a conscience. A parasite that speaks in familiar tones. The divine not as savior, but as stowaway.

Perhaps God was never in the sky. Perhaps the real abyss is between our thoughts.

And many of us have been praying into it ever since.

But perhaps there are no gods at all—only the mind, inventing echoes to fill the silence. Maybe the divine is merely the byproduct of our terror at being alone in the dark. Something banal, draped in the sacred. Something hollow we mistook for holy, going all the way back to when we clung to branches in the blackness of a moonless night, staring into the void between trees and praying—not that something was out there, but that if there was, it meant us no harm.

Much of this line of thought has echoed through my own writing in speculative fiction and horror. The idea that what we fear most might not be what lies beyond us, but what originates within—that the divine, the monstrous, and the imagined might all share a single root in the architecture of our minds.

It's a rich, unsettling territory I've returned to again and again: the hollow space we fill with gods, ghosts, and meaning, just to silence the echo.


Compiled with aid of ChatGPT

Thursday, January 23, 2025

Myth Meets Physics: Modern Science vs Popular Beliefs - "Mandela Effect"

Ever hear of the The Why Files? They present themselves as an engaging platform for exploring mysterious and peculiar topics, including conspiracy theories, paranormal phenomena, unexplained mysteries, historical oddities, and cutting-edge scientific ideas. While primarily a form of entertainment, the channel delves into unusual and often controversial subjects, blending intrigue with storytelling. So effectively, speculative entertainment.


I got to thinking not so much about them, but an episode they did on the "Mandela Effect" that someone sent me after my joking about it related to a film I could not find, that I believe I had seen decades ago. 


I conjectured that a film I cannot now find, with actor David McCallum playing the lead role that Ian McShane played, in the 1968 comedy, "If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium". must be my "Mandela Effect" example as it's not listed on McCallum's IMDb page, and he's not in the film. 

But I clearly remember watching the film on TV once, wondering why he'd be in such a cheesy film, after being such a TV superstar when "The Man From U.N.C.L.E." ended in 1968. I expected great things  for him as I was a big fan of the show and both him and the Robert Vaughan character.


In the end McCallum did have a long beloved run on the TV police show, "NCIS".

So. Does the film exist? Did it (or does it) exist in another timeline, universe, dimension, or simply just in my mind? What can we say about this "Mandela Effect" thing? 

First, let's take a look at this "The Why Files" thing.

Here's a breakdown of its approach and accuracy:

Monday, February 9, 2015

Our best example for handling God Myths is actually.... Santa Claus

Someone brought up a good point the other day about God. He's about as useful as, Santa Claus.

It made me think about my kids when they were younger. I used to do it up, kids put out cookies and milk, a note to Santa and went to bed. I'd eat the cookies, drink the milk, leave them a thank you note from Santa.

My son, when he was in 4th grade, told me he doesn't believe in Santa. I was both proud and sad for him. I tried to hold up the pretense but he gave me an analytic breakdown of how Santa simply can't be real, how I was Santa, and what I had been doing to prolong that myth. I was surprised but also pleased and impressed with his critical thinking skills.

I didn't agree so much as point out the facts.

IF you "believe" in Santa, you get more gifts. If you don't, well....

He refused to buy any of it. Finally, I said "Well look, I choose to believe in Santa because I like the idea, it's fun, harmless, and in the end, I like receiving more gifts. But you're welcome to act as you see fit. HOWEVER, you DO NOT tell your little sister. Got it?"

As for his younger sister, she went through a period of going to church in her teens, one she chose. One that unnerved her mother but that I figured she would soon outgrow, was for purposes more of its social aspects and about something she wasn't getting at home (as we were then divorced) than any true belief in "God", and so she did and eventually came to realize religion is all exactly about what is is.

Then I tried to explain how it helps to build the idea of wonder in life, of magic in the world and I believe those who don't have that understanding of the concept of magic in the world as adults, simply lose out on much of what is wonderful in life. There IS magic in the world. It's just not, "magic",per se.

So he dropped it. But he made it clear from then on he really didn't believe in Santa and so we kind of worked it out in that way. He does have a strong fascination for magic now as an adult, however.

All this made me think about religion and the "God" concept, in general.

There may be some things that are positive about it existing, though it could also be handled in a more safe and sane way through other means. But belief in "God" should also end at some point, just as Santa is useful for a time, and then should simply be let go, with a fond farewell and a move into adulthood and more mature and informed ways of thinking.

Environmentally, the God concept comes from our parents when we are very young as they are our first Gods. Genetically, our beliefs in the "Other", the "Greater" that which is all powerful and exists "out there", comes from a time that predates our humanity.

We can and I think we should, extend and buffer life for our children through parts of their young childhood, allowing them to experience magic in life.

But if we do, at some point, it should end and we should offer them more useful, productive, and more sophisticated forms.

I'm not saying we should raise our kids with "God" beliefs, but even if we did, it really should come to a conclusion at some point before they become adults. They should be led, coached, educated to have that realization come upon them naturally, organically, as it did with myself and my children.

Religion for most of us, for those who continue to believe, one of those odd animals wherein we do grow up, we do realize the silliness of it all, but then through the concept of "faith" we allow ourselves to continue to believe in what we know in our hearts is utter nonsense, but as it allows us a structure to follow and misbelive that it functions as an overall rule of law for all humans, and it simply does not, though still, many of us choose to close our minds and continue believing in those childhood mythologies.

And so we have entire cultures and nations around the world who hold this nonsense as reality until they die, who propagate it and perpetuate it among their young and in so many cases kill those, like my son, who would sanely and rationally refuse to believe in it in his young innocence into adulthood.

Religions, where people believe it is important what we wear or don't wear, what we eat or not, whether we grow facial hair, how we abuse others, especially women, for God's (really, men's) sake, and so on.

All things that at one point in ancient history may (or may not) have served a purpose and yet which are simply no longer necessary or even useful and frequently actually counterproductive, allowing certain factions to use their religion as a springboard for full out atrocities.

It's funny how wonderful one's religion is till you do a survey of all religions, add in sociology and psychology, anthropology and physics and finally start to realize one overarching necessity in the next step in our development... atheism, or at very least, non-theism.