The TOWER OF SONG is
one of those mysterious objects that's many different things to
different people, but to some people it's an altered state of mind shamanically “sung into existence." Thus, everybody knows why Re-Vision Radio's
favorite counter-cultural philosopher (who had great hopes for the
soul-manifesting or dream-manifesting, world-wide-web) may have had the Tower of Song--located in that "invisible landscape"--in the back of his mind when he told us to "see" what he means:
"It is a broadcasting entity with a wisdom-laden voice from a Logos-mind that speaks to you."
The purpose of the Re-Vision Radio program is to help guide its listeners, through its novel midnight vision-quest, in their search for the source of the mysterious PhiloSophy & Music that's coming from high up in the Tower of Song; to find, in other words, by traveling through that inner-dimensional hyperspace--the Invisible Landscape--that ancient "Lonely Tower" (now that "strange attractor," or "transcendental object," at the end of history--T.M.) of Thrice Great Hermes (god of Hermetic Mysteries and Wednesday communications) and enter into it completely. To rediscover the Tower of Song--this is our Re-Vision Radio Quest!
"If you know that a life of supreme beauty is possible how can you help but want to enter it?"
The Strange Attractor?
The Transcendental Object?
Fractal Galaxy
The access to other worlds/dimensions--the Invisible Landscape-- has always been, since the archaic shamans,through the Poetic Imagination.
"That the Poetic Genius is the true Man, and that the body or outward form of Man is derived from the Poetic Genius. Likewise that the forms of all things are derived from their Genius, which by the Ancients was call'd an Angel & Spirit & Daemon." --William Blake
Poesia
"The Genius of Poetry"
"Infinite Thought"
"Illumination"
Eyes of the MInd
"This world of Imagination is the world
of Eternity; it is the divine bosom into which we shall all after the
death of the Vegetable body. This World of Imagination is Infinite
& Eternal, wheras the world of Generation, or Vegetation, is Finite
& Temporal. There Exist in that Eternal World the Permanent
Realities of Every Thing which we see reflected in this Vegetable Glass
of Nature."
". . . these States Exist now. Man Passes
on, but States remain for Ever; he passes thro' them like a traveller
who may well suppose that the places he as passed thro' exist no more,
as a Man may suppose that the States he has passed thro' Exist no more.
Every thing is Eternal."
". . . the whole creation will be
consumed and appear infinite and holy, whereas it now appers finite and
corrupt. / This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.
/ But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to
be expunged; this I shall do by printing in the infernal method, by
corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent
surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid./ If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. / For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern." --William Blake
It has been said that the goal of human evolution is the Romantic project of the radical inversion of body and soul; that is, the "exteriorizing of the soul" and the "internalizing of the body" (Terence McKenna)
The Tower of Song
is situated in that alternative mental dimension—
"the invisible landscape.”
And everybody knows, as many before have testified, when they get there--in the TOWER OF SONG, shamanically "sung into existence" --they see what I mean!
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This webpage is dedicated to the memory of Terence McKenna, 1946-2000.
Thanks to the "nervous, rocky West," Emerson prophesied, "we shall yet have an American genius."
Ralph Waldo Emerson had a poetic vision of America and of the "Poet as Sayer": "We love the poet," exclaimed Emerson, "he unlocks our chains and admits us to a new scene." The poets are "the liberating gods," and they are sure to come to sing of the new nation, for "America is a poem . . . and it will not wait long for metres." (Emerson's ideal of the true poet/prophet is not elitist but, like Blake's, thoroughly democratic: "All men are poets at heart".) My point here is that Emerson seems to be prophesying Terence McKenna--this "American genius;" that is, he sounds like he is speaking about our experience of the Colorado-born psychedelic visionary (of Irish-Sicilian ancestry): "The poet has a new thought; he has a whole new experience to unfold; he will tell us how it was with him, and all men will be richer in his fortune. . . ." The poet is the sayer of "truth-speaking things." I feel that those of us who saw and loved who he was and what he stood for--his courage of thought, visionary imagination, nobility of soul, witty sense of humor, and his poetic eloquence--are so much "richer" and deeper in our imaginations and in our souls thanks to Terence--and yet so much the poorer in our fortune and our collective inspiration because of his passing. I doubt we shall ever see another like him again in our time. I'd like to muse that he still can be reached and experienced through this cyberspace medium.
