Seeking Jerusalem

As readers of this blog know, I recently embarked upon and completed Alan Moore’s Jerusalem.  I’m still processing it on a number of levels.  As a result I’ve not been doing much reading, writing, or even watching.  Instead, I’ve been turning inward, contemplating a great many things.

Moore’s work is many things to me.  It’s sometimes funny, often brutal, and always uncompromising in whatever tact he chooses to take.  It’s because I’ve kept up with him in interviews and read some of his more esoteric works that books like Jerusalem challenge me on a deeper level, and I’m sure that’s part of his intent.

My own esoteric path is considerably different than Moore’s, and yet maybe not so different after all.  We both seem to operate from the understanding that brain chemistry is the key to altered states of perception, and those gates can be opened to see something more.  For Moore, the path to enlightenment involves being a practicing magician and using some higher powered drugs.  Not my path of choice, but we all find different paths up the same mountain.  That’s the one that works for him.  In reading his works, I often find a springboard to consider my own personal quest.

On one level or another, many of us are looking for our own personal Jerusalem, that idea of peace that resides somewhere within each of us… and idea that seems to be constantly under siege by forces we can’t or won’t comprehend.  In my world, those forces take the forms of my triple demons of depression, anger, and boredom, any of which feeds off the power of the other two.  Any kind of mind-altering drug would only serve to make these things stronger, so I leave well enough alone on that front.  I did, however, spend a lot of years studying the occult as a direct result of some early experiences, mostly so I could attempt to understand what it was that I had witnessed.  I’ve kept such explorations largely at the academic level, though I acknowledge that it’s difficult to maintain that separation once you’ve come face-to-face with such things.  These encounters are the very notions that sometimes fuel the perceptions that lead to my issues.  It’s one of those cases where it’s difficult to explain to those who have no such experiences, and those who experience such things need no explanations.

At any rate, Jerusalem made me ponder the idea of divine master plans and personal futility all over again, and it led me to rediscover something I played around with in college.  I may not do drugs, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand the value in messing with brain chemistry.  The difference is my methodology involves targeted sound frequencies and specific purposes rather than dangerous methods and random insights.  It’s scientifically documented that meditation has positive and cumulative effects on brain chemistry, and the mind-body connection means the body reaps those benefits.  Personally, I’m terrible at meditation, which is why I employ science and technology in the form of binaural beats and isochronic tones.

The principle behind these things works on the concept of sympathetic vibration.  If you have two pianos in the room that are well-tuned, you can hit a C on one, and the C string on the other will vibrate in sympathy.  Since Einstein taught us that everything is energy, we know that we can alter our brain frequencies, and thus alter our entire personal world, by utilizing frequencies that are naturally produced in the brain, forcing our brains to operate in sympathetic vibration.

I experimented with this stuff back in college, and though the field was somewhat limited in terms of commercial availability, there was enough out there to dip my toes in the water.  Recently, I’ve been upgrading those old cassettes to CD and digital files for use throughout the night.  It’s had the side effect of helping to mask some of the outside noise such as traffic or barking dogs, and the process has had some measurable and desirable effects thus far.  For example, I’m actually sleeping.  I don’t sleep the whole night through (I doubt that’ll ever happen), but I do sleep well.  Upon waking, I feel like my body has been through some serious exercise, implying the frequencies are definitely having the mind-body effect.  I’m usually able to shake this off quickly, leaving me feeling more energized.  My hope is that more sleep will help my body repair itself and recover faster, and that the frequencies will boost those capabilities.  The total effects of actually sleeping are well known to anyone, and an insomniac like me never takes such things for granted.  If this is the only effect I get, it’s already time and money well spent.

The question becomes, am I only getting the effects of sleep, or are these experiments actually doing more as they’re designed to do?  I’m of the belief that our bodies are designed for optimal performance when not acted upon by all the things we do to them, and these frequencies are basically just a crutch to help push that along.  I’m trying to be aware of the cumulative effect, tailoring the frequencies to boost creativity and mindfulness as well as to reduce stress and negative emotional states.  I think I’m off to a good start.  Time will reveal how successful this will ultimately be, but I have high hopes just based on the initial results from this week.

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