UFO Conjectures

Sunday, June 07, 2015

Salman Rushdie provides an answer to UFO entities?

In the New Yorker issue [June 1st, 2015] noted in the previous post, the great writer Salman Rushdie provided a fictional tale (which didn’t seem so fictional to me), THE DUNIAZÁT [Page 62 ff.] about a noted 12th century philosopher, exiled for liberal ideas at a time when fanatic Berbers “were spreading like a pestilence Arab Spain.”

The philosopher was beseeched, one day, by a young, orphaned girl, Dunia, outside his door who became his lover and bearer of his children.

(That story is rife with emotion and truisms about relationships between great men and their temporary, beloved partners, but that’s not what I found intriguing.)

Rushdie is rattling off truths within a fictional context, as usual – not unlike those that got him a fatwā calling for his death issued by Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini for alleged blasphemy against Muslims in his fourth novel, The Satanic Verses (of 1988).

In the New Yorker short story, Mr, Rushdie, referring to his philosopher's sexual partner, Dunia, hints that she was a jinn “and one day … turned sideways and slipped through a slit in the world and returned to Peristan, the other reality, the world of dreams whence the jinn periodically emerge to trouble and bless mankind.” [Page 66]

“After Dunia left our world, the voyages from the world of the jinn to ours became fewer in numbers, and then they stopped coming completely, and the slits in the world became overgrown with the unimaginative weeds of convention and the thornbushes of the dully material, until finally they closed up, and our ancestors were left to do the best they could without the benefits or curses of magic.” [ibid]

This answers a couple of things: the disappearance of the extraterrestrials of the Alien Astronaut theorists and the diminution of interacting UFOs today.

The existence of jinns is as believable as the ET scenario and more sensible, if one takes care to read Vallee or Jose Caravaca’s Distortion Theory (about “external agents”).

I believe that Sci-FI writers and great novelists, like Salman Rushdie, have insights that bespeak hidden truths that normals, like us, do not have access to, except through them and their creative writings.

The little asides that Mr. Rushdie provides in his New Yorker offering is one of those truths, as I see it.



  • Rich,

    You are treading along a well worn path here. Joseph Campbell's "Hero with a Thousand Faces" is the summation and an explanation of the structure of all of the stories where the hero visits "the other world" or has an encounter with the "otherworldly" overcomes an opponent and returns bringing treasure / gifts / wisdom back to this world. It has become the base formula for every blockbuster film since Star Wars was released 38 years ago.

    The success of these stories lead me to believe that we are somehow "wired" to find deep satisfaction and/or solace in these kinds of stories.

    Rushdie is of course walking along a well worn path but as a true craftsman of the art of storytelling he makes the journey worth taking. Most "heroes" in these stories ultimately accept the "reality" of their otherworldly experience [usually after originally denying the possibility]. It may be the "less civilized mind" maybe more pliable to accepting of experiencing the "numinous".

    "Realists" and "skeptics" dismiss any assertion that "unusual events / observations / interaction" have any basis in "reality". The thinking seems to be that these things are "mythical". Myth seemingly being equivalent to being "false" / "untrue" / "not real" / "lie" / or "delusion".

    Is that the case? Are Myths "lies" we tell ourselves?

    If Max Tegmark of MIT ideas about the "Multiverse" are true then anything is possible. Is it possible here? Probably not, if only because we'd refuse to believe what we are seeing.

    As for traces of Ancient astronauts? Look at how as our technology has become more an more advanced how our data storage methods the more easily the storage media degrades and or is more easily destroyed as data density grows [think stone / clay tablets, they papyrus, cloth or skins, paper, floppy disk, hard disk, CD-ROM, DVD and variants, then memory chips whose actual useful life time is maybe five years.]. With each iteration of size and access speed the shorter the useful life of the data storage media. If the ability of the civilization to manufacture the media is removed, how long do you think the knowledge of that civilization will last?

    Imagine then the likelihood that a civilization a little more advanced than our own landed / crashed here in prehistoric times. How long to you think their technology would actually last in a hostile environment with materials that easily degrade? Were such an event to have happened there would be no certain proof. No bones or implements or written records or anything that is identifiable as "other worldly technology". The only thing that might be left are the tales told by memory of "the the time the Others visited" or "the time the Gods came from the sky". Such hearsay would get you laughed at in the house of reasoned debate.

    Tho' there are those that try to purvey such badly told mythical fictions [Zacharia Sitchen's conflagrated / mutilated stories of the "Sumerian Gods" comes immediately to mind]. And there are of course people who buy such pulp mythical fiction believing every poorly formed tale.

    Rich, I'm sure you could write a better myth than Sitchen. If you write one, I'd love to read it. ;-)

    By Blogger Joel Crook, at Sunday, June 07, 2015  

  • Yeah Rich I agree with you, it's in (the often) B-grade pulp literature of imaginative fiction that one can find real gems. Not that Rushdie is B-grade of course, he's highly regarded and all that. But it's SF writers and the like, who don't feel the need to pay allegiance to respectable, conventional mainstream opinions on philosophy, science etc, who feel the need to be held back by it in other words, who can throw everything out there. Sure most of it will be mud, but there are diamonds there too, and often the writers and their readership won't know the muck from the gems, because we are all ignorant of the mysteries of existence, of nature. So we have the secrets revealed to us, and we don't even know it!

    There's an interesting passage in Lawrence Sutin's definitive biography of Philip K. Dick, 'Divine Invasions' where Dick says exactly that. In fact I have the book, and found the relevant passage easily enough. I copy it out below. The source is P K Dick's bizarre Exegesis (1978 entry):

    I do seem attracted to trash, as if the clue - the clue - lies there. I'm always ferreting out elliptical points, odd angles. What I write doesn't make a whole lot of sense. There is fun & religion & psychotic horror strewn about like a bunch of hats. Also, there is a social or sociological drift - rather than toward the hard sciences. The overall impression is childish but interesting. This is not a sophisticated person writing. Everything is equally real, like junk jewels in the alley. A fertile, creative mind seeing constantly shifting sets, the serious made funny, the funny sad, the horrific exactly that: utterly horrific as it is the touchstone of what is real: horror is real because it can injure. ... I certainly see the randomness in my work, & I also see how this fast shuffling of possibility after possibility might eventually, given enough time, juxtapose & disclose something important & automatically overlooked in more orderly thinking. ... Since nothing absolutely nothing is excluded (as not worth being included) I proffer a vast mixed bag - out of it I shake coin-operated doors & God. It's a fucking circus. I'm like a sharp-eyed crow, spying anything that twinkles & grabbing it up to add to my heap.
    Anyone with my attitude just might stumble onto, by sheer chance & luck - in his actual life, which is to say, the life of his mind - the authentic camouflaged God, the deus absconditus, by trying odd combinations of things & places, like a high speed (sic) computer processing everything, he might outdazzle even a wary God, might catch him by surprise by poking somewhere unexpectedly. If it is true that the real answers (& authentic absolute vs the merely seeming) are where we would least expect them, this "try it all" technique might - might take at face value as true the most wornout, most worked over & long ago discarded obvious "staring us in the face all the time" as the crux of the mystery. ...
    This kind of fascinated, credulous, inventive person might be granted the greatest gift of all. To see the toymaker who has generated - & is with or within - all his toys. That the Godhead is a toymaker at all - who could seriously (sic) believe this?...
    Too dumb to know you don't look for God in the trash of the gutter instead of Heaven.

    Of course, that may have been the LSD or speed talking! We are talking about P K Dick after all, but maybe that just begs the question.

    By Blogger Lawrence, at Monday, June 08, 2015  

  • Lawrence:

    A lot of my academic friends insist(!) that LSD and other hallucinogenics open the mind to realities closed to non-users.

    I demur but they provide material that undercut my objection(s).

    P.K. Dick and other Sci-Fiers seem predisposed, even without mind-expanders, to have access to things the rest of us don't.


    By Blogger RRRGroup, at Monday, June 08, 2015  

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