In a viral age like ours - when the daily unearthing of more and more chthonically Gnostic earthiness surfs our media players seeking fresh, innocent victims like us - all is is lost, without our optimistic Hope!
But I have a very warm ‘n fuzzy feeling that we’re ALL Glory Bound - after many terrifying trials - and after laying to rest all the army of grizzled devils that thrive in our own deep Gnostic Subconscious. That unconsciousness is in fact our Hell.
For each one of us, as Jung says in the book which is his masterpiece - Aion - has a recalcitrant originary Gnostic Mind (original Sin). To be free we have to spend the Rest of our Lives hacking through the Gnostic Undergrowth of our own, and others’, perverted imaginations.
And winning.
Gnosticism is just a crude intermediate step on our road to the truth...
Have you noticed we’re now a virtual civilization - that we’re offloading our bodily oddities, physical quirks and aches and pains onto the Cloud, so we can play undisturbed in happy perpetuity, regardless of a dense and increasing plethora of physical obligations and responsibilities?
That’s pure Gnosticism. Mind over matter.
The Gnostic Heresy has its etymological root in the Greek Word GNOSIS - Knowledge. And that’s how it starts. Remember that long-ago day when you SAW how the world WORKS?
And it’s snookered us. It’s sucked out all our ordinary joys and happinesses. Because of it we have given up the Quest.
And here it refers to the semi-Open Secret of Dark Knowledge. The author unwisely thought he could mincemeat of his Gnostic targets by REALLY exposing them.
BAD move.
For Gnostics have very ready means at hand for promptly disposing of such naïveté.
Chogyam Trungpa called it the lubrication of samsara.
It’s like when you’re at a loud and crazy party and make a foolishly innocent comment. Your bad. You get plenty of KNOWing looks. Yikes! These guys are Gnostics.
Socrates was much subtler. He had to be.
And Old Socrates had his work cut out for him in ancient Athens, as any sober-thinking person does now.
He was surrounded by sophisticated snobs like our party pals - how many of them, we fondly wonder, were Gnostics? - and their oblique obtuseness tried to mercilessly assimilate him and his dialectic into their Darkness.
They were like giant, perverse amoebae, engulfing all and sundry in their seemingly innocuous, but dark play. But he was smarter. Way TOO smart, as it turned out. Poor Socrates...
Sound familiar?
The Gnostics, who outnumber Christians, say that ours is in fact a long Odyssey, striding many ages in our eternal quest for grace. But Christians say death is final.
That there’s no magical loop-de-loop somewhere out there in the endless reaches of outer and inner space that gives us a much-needed second chance.
And most people my age are forced to agree.
Life’s ditziness will inevitably be unveiled, unmasked, in the Hard obdurate pains and stark unconcealment of old age. Where I am now.
And from which - unfortunately - there can be no return. Ashes never return to firewood.
And at that point, kids, there are only two choices - God or nothingness.
The prevailing and widespread currents of fictional gnostic writing will conceal those hard brass tacks - when we are kids. But not later than that.
When I was a young adult, I remember so clearly trying to delineate the existential facts of life to such gnostic folks as these. Didn’t work.
Too many freebee fun n games for those kids. And boys will be boys.
My pals were impervious to reason! And if you tried to discuss matters of life and death with them, you’d be brushed aside with a knowing leer.
But that was years ago.
And so I resigned myself to my ignominy, turned within and, as the wise Francois Marie Arouet Voltaire advised, cultivated my own garden.
Well... like the silent monolith in Kubrick’s 2001, my Faith developed and learned to stand on its own two feet. With no apologies to, or further truck and trade with, my Gnostic friends.
Now, Gnosticism is the oldest cult in the book. As I say, it’s the search for Dark Knowledge. Like seeking out gossip. All part of our primitive brain.
And the author’s theory is that, just like gossip, it has damaged us, perhaps irreparably.
That goes without saying. And, you know... the ones it damages most severely are its practitioners.
So many of them turn into cynical, depressed and badly damaged souls, with nothing but endless night to look forward to now. Some are born for pure delight, Blake says, but some are BORN for Endless Night.
I look around me now, in my old age, and thank the Lord for the straight road I have followed. This search for Dark Knowledge is at the centre of Augustine’s City of Man. The City of God, on the other hand , is ruled by sheer Grace and Goodness -and pure, natural spontaneity. The spontaneity may wear thin but goodness won’t.
But could Jonah have mapped the body of the whale from the inside? The problem of Gnosticism, and it is a real problem, is of necessity a vital part of us. We are too close to it, I think, to see life and death better when young.
But we can, as Eliot says, continually purify our own motives in the Ground of Prayer. That works miracles in us, though not necessarily in the world. The fact remains that there are people who use the Dark Knowledge they secretly know to leverage themselves into positions of power over us.
But that story is as old, and as much a part of the human story, as Jacob and Esau’s.
Is one side wrong?
Yes, but salvation is offered to us ALL.
And with humanity’s survival now a very real issue - and our own too, as we age - it’s time to overlook our enemies’ prevarications and look at the common human ground and the Bigger Picture we all share.
If we, as Esau, cannot heal our inner wounds at our brothers’ hands, we cannot just sit and indefinitely wait for Jacob to make the first move at reconciliation.
We are all really tarred by the same brush.
And Forgiveness, as well as Insight, is always a very good first step towards real peace and Grace.
Forgive our TORMENTORS?
Why not? In their bleak midnights they’re ALREADY paying the price.