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What Albus Dumbledore Got Wrong About the Magic of Words

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Something About Language Is Like a Rock, But Not a Rock

(Photo: Albus Dumbledore)

With every philosophical or spiritual system, we may ask: what are the magical presuppositions which it is implicitly invoking? This is not a common question, but it has surprising power to illuminate under-noticed aspects of our experience.

There are thousands of philosophy and theology and New Age spirituality books in hundreds of traditions coming out each year. Many new thinkers pouring new wine into old wineskins. The problem most of these thinkers haven’t wrestled with: what sort of old or new wizardry is this?

They have built a systemic way of thinking with magical bricks and mortar and never questioned the materials they are using. In other words, they have borrowed the magic of their dominant cultural ethos which has grown ossified and forgotten in its weirdness and spell-like nature over time.

And by saying that most thinkers haven’t taken the time to erect their own magical system, I’m not saying they ought to join a coven for practicing Magick! And as much as I enjoy the Harry Potter stories, I’m not talking about creating a fanciful world erected on the notion that if you say something in Latin impossible things will happen that would delight or frighten a child.

Let me put it this way. Most people haven’t created a beautiful and elementally-fortified linguistic and symbolic edifice in which they are instantiating their agenda, and it matters not one whit whether we are speaking of The Four Agreements of Miguel Ruiz or the Sources of the Self of Charles Taylor.

If you don’t get a handle of the magic your ideas are incorporating implicitly, then you can’t control the forces in which that magic resides. Sometimes these assumptions are amenable to careful observation by the acute mind: hidden structural worldviews, value memes, levels of consciousness, implicit “quadrant” biases (to use a term from Integral theory), and so on.

But some of the trickiest assumptions I know are those which only become evident when you become consciously aware of the biases of the linguistic and elemental and subtle energetic symbolism which constitutes the idea. To see through language itself, down to its most basic building blocks with sound, to the other side … wow, what a concept! That is real magic.

We could quote the words of Albus Dumbledore:

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.

What he ought to have said is that the parts of words (not words themselves) are the most inexhaustible source of magic. Playing magically with words themselves, Latin or any other language, is like wading into the kiddie pool of wizardry; it’s playing with the elemental subtle energies comprising words that is like diving into the deep end of reality.

Philosophically, what is on the other side of language? There are basically three sorts of answers:

First, there is nothing, so enjoy the nothingness. We are forever embedded in linguistic constructs which we cannot escape so there’s no point in trying. Wisdom is discovering the emptiness of all concepts and symbols and entering into a “non-symbolic consciousness”.

Second, there is nothing, so play with and preserve all linguistic diversity. We are stuck with languages, incomplete and devoid of intrinsic sacred meanings as they are, but we can translate pretty well from one to another, and communicate well enough, so that is that.

Both of those answers have their merits, but they are missing the point. There is something beyond language that is like a rock, but not a rock (to steal a phrase from Master Yang Hsiung) It is the subtle energy of the Dao. It is the body of the Logos of the Creator. As Plotinus might have seen it, it is a series of emanations from the One. It is the Naadas of Sanskrit. It is the essential sound wisdom of the Koran and its literary descendants in Sufi mysticism.

Here there are obtuse realities inaccessible to introspection, observation, or even the study of conventional linguistics. Only a structural analysis of linguistic iconism in a cross-cultural perspective is able to produce anything like a sound description of the “magical” patterns of the sounds and letter-shapes that create our worlds of meaning.

At the same time, even a gifted phonosemantic researcher is not likely to identify all the patterns that are essential to getting to the other side of language unless she also marries her scholarship with insights from subtle energy research. With this help, you see that stepping off of language is not a plunge into an abyss; it’s skipping stones in a pond, the stones representing units of energy.

On the other side of language, as I have said, there is the territory of the subtle energies which are deployed for speech production and which are invoked in naming various nouns, verbs, modifiers, and other grammatical parts of speech. A very wide range of the sound symbolism in actual use today in the world’s most common languages – I’m guessing at least 80 percent – can be described using the symbols of Lingua-U, my forthcoming Konstruct.

The way I see it, any magical system worth its salt has got to attempt a project similar in scope to Lingua-U: strive to manipulate the artifacts of consciousness at the most elemental level possible, before a single word is formed, and before a single thought even arises. This is the layer of kinesthetic properties of phonemes, and fortunately this work has already been done in one way by the linguist Margaret Magnus and in another way by me.

Only when we understand that we are co-generating reality through the energy of our language can we transform reality at the roots. The transformation includes revisiting our spiritual and philosophical beliefs to discard stale language and refresh and engage with a new approach to Sacred Words that has been previously unexplored.

God Responds to Job (Poem)

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An Excerpt From My Epic Poem, “The Surrender of Symbiosis”

(Image Source: William Blake via The Morgan Library)

Ed. Note: The following poem is an excerpt from the larger poem, “The Surrender of Symbiosis”.

Part 1. Vocation

Reaching intolerable suffering in the Veldt and simultaneously in
the dungeons of the Castle of Wands, the spirit of Kalen breaks
down.

“Let the day perish which brought forth my birth!
Job spoke true when he was with pain reeling,
for in the land of Uz there is no worth!
Desperate, trapped am I! Here am I, kneeling!
I spin in a whirl of conflicted breeze,
out of ernst into terrified fearing!”
I shout: “Whoever you are, help me please!
You, God which my own understanding finds!
Wild boar, pinned without floor, O what it sees!
To the Earth’s horizon does the sky bind
but with wings of flying things do I sweep!
I wish not to be loft like shifts of minds
soaring over decisions of substance
which finds my logic most hurly burly!
God, show yourself, if you have balls to dance!
I thank you for waking me so early.
Talk, or I will take a more forceful stance!
Eh, you won’t talk! To sleep I go, surely.”

Master Yang: Tongues of fiery speech inflame the city.

Response: Job’s complaint to God.

Part II. Vortex

The spirit of Kalen leaves the desert of Kara Kum and nears Ashgabat in Turkmenistan, its name meaning “city of devotion.”

A powerful voice came out of a whirlwind:
“Who is this that muddles meaning by words
yet without my light that one who is blind?
Have not the dignity of worms but birds!
So I am questioning you, dare answer!
Have you witnessed firing neurons split worlds?
Have you seen that cosmos free of cancer?
For it is real as this! Did you rehearse
on that Earth where the mountains are dancers?
Where were you when uncoiled your universe?
Tell me now if you have crossed over boundaries
of the thin clouds wrapping your multiverse?
Who was there when I turned on the Foundries
which mark the spot of the number zero
and every fraction’s remainder carries?
Who was there when I established macro
which made rows and columns in all ledgers
and distinguished every schema’s micro?
Who was there when I engaged the edgers
who put shrubbery between number bases
and employed all the labyrinth’s hedgers?
Can you say you have seen through the spaces
in the ocean between the galaxies,
that sea of foam with eleven faces?
Can you say you have known all families’
deoxyribonucleic bubbles
and walked every street in the world’s cities?
Surely you know, certainly your troubles
concern the ancient and subtle angels
not yet witnessed by your tiny Hubbell’s?
Have you passed through the devil’s nine channels
with riddles more cunning than Cairo’s sphinx?
Massive thunderous shaking farewells
await those whose follies break logic’s links!
Your every nightmare could be real and raw,
your fortune cursed by Pi’s abysmal jinx!
You’d feel a neutron star’s inner plasma
where your perception is also its cause
and flesh is liquefied to miasma!
Hear! Awful end now threatens an abyss
of hope on every sea and every land!
Not just a recess, permanent dismiss!
Not just Mauritius, not just Oman,
in not just your day, not your century,
all Kosmic dimensions, manned and unmanned!
Are you ready all atoms to bury,
not just in your world but heavens also?
Ancient spirits are sinking in worry!
They are angry and sad, above and below,
set for war in this existence askew!
The odds are long to wager you must know
for your grandmother’s grandmother’s rescue!
So listen now, the dark storm comes closer!
Don’t you think I have other things to do?
Hear me now, those in body or ether:
This task I leave you, entrusted not dropped!
Say, ‘Thus far shall darkness come no farther!
Here shall the Death of Everything be stopped!’”

Master Yang: He reaches for the clouds drifting overhead, only to fall from heaven.

Response: God’s response to Job. To reach for divinity is to take on responsibilities beyond one’s limited reckoning.


You can find the entire poem “The Surrender of Symbiosis” in The Kalendar: The Black Stone.