Last night I watched a program on National Geographic regarding the possible faking of the Shroud of Turin by Leonardo De Vinci.
Though the program did not mention it, if one juxtaposes the odds of the shroud being the genuine burial cloth of an obscure Rabbi who took centuries to become famous, somewhow surviving for the next 1400 years, to surface in medieval Europe - when the power of Christian relics was at its height, as apposed to it being a fake, perpetrated by the powerful Savoy family, who commissioned both the genius and silence of Da Vinci ( who had a strange sense of humor) to collaborate with them, the odds greatly favor the latter by a huge margin.
The show transported me back in time to my hippie years in the 60’s - when hundreds of freaky LSD trips mixed with Transcendental Meditation pricked the bubble of my former rigid atheistic stance and got me fully hooked into shamanism, yoga and zen and the mystique of the super-natural.
There is nothing more fervent than a religious convert, even if he be ontologically orientated I remember how important it was for me to grasp at any evidence that supported my newly discovered state of altered perception and how defensive I was when scientific skeptics debunked paranormal event.
Recalling how fixed I once was in my belief that the Shroud was an authentic relic and measuring that state of mind against my present attitude, which allows me to be quite happy to accept that it is more than probably a fake - got me to dwell on a host of various reasons why such elaborate religious hoaxes could and would be perpetrated on the multitudes by any individual or organization with a particular axe to grind.
I am not going to give examples of the pros and cons of the effects the psychological distortions that religious hoaxes impose on the mass consciousness - or analyze how and why our need for fixed sets of belief, from the Stone Age onwards, religious or otherwise, inevitably lead to our wars of confusion. I have already done that in my book on Psyche-Genetics.
What has struck me as immediately pertinent is that any belief in the existence or non-existence of God - that is fixed - cuts the power of the psyche exactly in half.
A Universe with or without God is equally fascinating - only if we keep the question open. Wre all need to enjoy the mystery of that dual concept for entirely different reasons. It allows us to be truly free to entertain any and all possibilities - including finding interest and enjoyment in the infinite and profane implications of religious hoaxes.
Instead of shutting off a part of ourselves because a partucular argument that does not fit ito a box, we can free the psyche to remain open and altert to enjoy and appreciate all and everything that comes our way.
We need a greater appreciation of the esoteric dynamic underlying human consciousness, which lies in an endless quest, both religious and scientific, to find out whether a creator God may or may not exist - and that, war and strive as we might, we will never uncover the whole Truth of it - nor is any final answer really necessary.
Without that eternal mystery: God/No God - life would not be half as interesting. Our history would have no drama. And our future would be boringly predictable.
Arriving at this Middle Path allows one to embrace all men of all Faiths and Creeds as a single brotherhood - not condecendingly or out of social politeness, but with fellow feelings of genuine affection, with humor and with rueful introspection.