About michaelgarfield

We are barrelling headfirst towards a singularity when loneliness is revealed as an mystifying sham and we realize that the present is its own purpose. In the meantime, I rush ahead of myself as usual, and return with tales of wonder: an ever-growing synthesis of electronic and acoustic music, left and right hemispheres, the scientific method and contemplation, self and other, nouns and verbs, work and play. I improvise loops and burn percussive tapping riffs, bang beats on the body of my guitar, then sneak up and surprise with soul and tenderness. This music is a prayer to a grateful embrace; an aquarium for the strange creatures I find in my head; a call to listen more intently to our humming world when the stereo shuts off; a passionate testament to both the sacred and the profane, to searching sorrow and the bliss of union. It's a map of an unexplored continent: an attempt to describe the ineffable, succeeding in its failure like all acts of expression. It's sleek, dynamic music; but it seeps into you too, insinuating itself like wind into your crevices and shaping new things there. Above all, it�s a reminder of our nourishing commonality � the processes that destroy and rebuild us in this moment, and this moment, and this� I have a 5-song EP and some live recordings available, and more on the way. If you'd like a copy, drop me a line here, or at my email address: michaelgarfield@gmail.com

A Sacred Text for the 21st Century

[What follows are the foreword and excerpts from a pioneering new book about trans-faith spirituality.]

I am the voice of a generation starving for an adequate myth. Myths are the carriers and conduits of a vision – the metaphors and narratives around which we organize and accrete our understanding. Every generation has come together within a mythology, and used it to push forward into its fruition. In a way, we are nourished by our myths in return for fulfilling them.

It must be said that my generation has more mythology from which to choose than any before it. We stand before a global buffet of stories, food of all flavors, information crashing in from all sides, an unprecedented panoply of cultural richness. What we lack is an organizing directive, some way to handle all of this humanity without shrinking from its light or dissolving into incoherence at the spectacular diversity of it all. Imagine everyone in the café trying to force-feed you simultaneously, and you’ll get the idea. In spite of our wealth of culture, we hunger for genuine, hopeful, reconstructive narratives – that is, integral myths. Almost no one is telling my generation, or those to come, what to do with this orgiastic diversity of experience. Our myth has been one of dissipation, of dissolution – the end of oil, the end of modernity, the end of the biosphere, the end of western hegemony, the end of science, the end of childhood. We are born into a world that has come together just in time to discover it is breaking apart.

But Paul Lonely is changing all of that, with his new book, Suicide Dictionary. What Paul doing for us – the generation growing up alongside the academic reconstruction of integral theory – is offering us a new mode of experiencing these truths. And, I would like to note, Paul is a name with quite a pedigree for getting the word out.

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