This last turn here has been a doozy and I find myself returning to this blog frequently, writing lengthy posts, and then setting them aside because it just doesn’t quite feel like I am hitting the notes I need to with them. This turn into the face of gnosticism proper that I have been taking is a hard one; it heads straight down into some complex, deep, and unpleasant places. I’m unsure of the ability of the blog format to address these well, but I want to try to address them, especially in the current climate where we are seeing the occult-magical scene re-encountering its relationship with psychoanalysis and modernity.
So then—what happens if you make a distinction between what you tell your friends and what you tell your Muse? The problem is to break down that distinction: When you approach the Muse to talk as frankly as you would talk with yourself or with your friends.
That’s from Ginsberg, again. Ginsberg is an artist and when artists talk about the spirit who surrounds and stimulates them, they talk about their muse. But the muse isn’t just an artistic concern; it’s a spiritual one. What Ginsberg calls his muse, I suspect the Yeatses would call his daemon (but do remember that not all inspiration is personal). That is a spirit that is personal to you, that is literally a part of your spiritual person.