Fri 30 Sep 2005
Incantation (Part 3)
Posted by anaglyph under Books, Ephemera, Geek, Music, Spooky
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Try this (you will need about ten uninterrupted minutes):
Tune your tv to a channel that is just static. Make sure it’s not close to any actual transmission – it should be pure static. Turn the volume up to a comfortable level, not too loud. Sit close enough to the screen that it fills up most of your view. Now just watch attentively. In a few minutes you will start to see things. Shapes, movements at first, but then, possibly, faces, figures, objects. Soon enough you will hear voices in the static, and perhaps even music.
Go outside and look at the clouds. It doesn’t take long to find a face or an animal.
Hardly a week goes by these days without a tv report about someone finding a figure of The Virgin Mary in a cheese sandwich or an image of Mother Theresa in a cinnamon bun.
It’s plain to me what’s going on here – we see or hear a fuzzy enough data cloud and our brains leap in and impose some order on it. I imagine that once long ago when we were all living in the long grasses on the veldt, this capability came in mighty useful in picking out the shape of a hungry predator camouflaged in the shadows.
The whole thing comes unstuck though when there is actually nothing in the data but noise. Given a sufficient motivation, we can find pretty much anything we want in that chaos.
If it’s a case of lying on the grass looking at the clouds and playing ‘Find Elvis’ we pretty much understand it for what it is. Occasionally though, some suggestible people start to believe that it can’t just be randomness and that there is a message there, typically from God or the spirit world, trying to get through to us.
It’s instructive to listen to some EVP recordings without reading what the ‘voices’ are meant to be saying. The CD I mentioned in the last post The Ghost Orchid has a large selection of recordings of alleged spirit communications. The first time I listened to it, I couldn’t hear any sensible words at all in the faint voice-like sounds. Sure, they sound like voices (mostly…), but to my ear, just static-affected grabs of partially tuned radio signals. I could make a stab at what they might be saying, but I wouldn’t wager my house on any of it. Reading the transcriptions, though, like reading the transcriptions in Breakthrough is very instructive. It is clear that most of the content in these messages is coming from the mind of the interpreter rather than anything the voices are ‘saying’. In some cases, what I am being told the voices are saying does not in any way sound to me like what I am hearing.
I like ghost stories, but I don’t believe in ghosts. I think that the fact that large numbers of people are convinced they have been abducted by aliens is fascinating, even though I don’t believe for a moment they have. I find the fin de siecle obsession with Spiritualism endlessly intriguing but I don’t think there is a life after death. I thought the whole ‘Crop Circle’ phenomenon was wonderful, but I didn’t for an instant think that the circles were being made by extraterrestrials. What interests me is not so much these phenomena per se, but the people involved with them.
Human beings are amazing in the breadth of their capacity to be fooled. More than that, we want to be fooled, which is why it is so easy. Ask any magician.
I want to be fooled? Okay; “I can assimilate that.”*
* Way-obscure TV reference my mind somehow manages to keep within easy reach. I think. Could be a false memory; I get those.
They’re HEEEEEEEEEERE.
Well, you’re right about one thing. The crop circles weren’t aliens. They were all me. Betcha didn’t see that coming, did ya?
The Cow is All Seeing, Joe.
I thought of this post, and about the human desire to see patterns where none exist, today. Last night before I saw the wonderful ‘Serenity’ at the cinema I bought, on special, the first two Crowded House CDs. I was looking at the covers today and thinking about what a tragic waste it was that the drummer Paul Hester had taken his own life. Then it struck me that Hester is portrayed in ways on both CD covers that are distinctive and – if you saw patterns – strangely prophetic. On the first album he floats above the other two band members in the pose of a saint and with angel wings on his back. On the second he is painted upside down and behind the painted curtains, while Nick Seymour and Neil Finn are right way up and in front.
Coincidence? Of course it is. But if you were one of the people who thought that Paul McCartney really did die in 1969 and the Beatles left a string of clues in their songs and on their album covers to point to the fact, then this kind of thing would be right up your conspiracy theory alley …
It’s easy to extrapolate this innate human desire to explain how the world’s religions began. Lightning hits a tree. Some people see a bush burning. Others see a pattern.
The Cow is All Seeing, Joe.
It sounds to me that what you’re trying to say is – You’re a lying sack of crap, Joe. There’s no way that you could have pulled off the crop circles. You would have been something like 12 years old at the time. Stop this nonsense or The Cow is going to have to put you to pasture.
Oh well. I gave it a shot.
The Cow says:
I always thought you were a very gifted 12 year old, Joe…
Oh, and ‘moo’.
You know, I never thanked you for filling me in on this song.
Thanks. I feel enlightened and honored. Now I just have to get the time to figure out what’s going on with the rest of the CD. Like, which songs ARE love songs…
Thanks again.
I’ve been thinking off and on for days, trying to remember the stupid name of the stupid movie that goes with Anne Arkham’s comment. Blanking every time. Then last night within the droning verbiage offered by some TV talking head to which I’m paying no attention at all, I hear The Word. Click.
All better now.
Joe: Yes, there are love songs. Float is a love song, albeit a song about unrequited love. Opal is a song about love…
RJ: Too many of those radioactive donuts. Not good for the synapses.
i stared at the static image on your site, and it turned into a bunch of people running.
I think it’s worthwhile, making the universe have meaning. It’s so big, we gotta do something to tie our little worlds into it.
Rev, I was noodling around in your place and founds these posts. I hope you won’t disrespect me too much when I say I believe in ghosts, which is why I was reading about these EVPs. When you say you don’t believe in ghosts, but you’re afraid of them, I think of my father. Although I believe they exist, I’ve never had any personal experiences. Ironically, my father, who emphatically does not believe in them, has had at least two direct personal experiences. He’s never been able to reconcile that for me.
htgt: Of course I don’t disrespect you. I think there are many things in the world of which we don’t have complete comprehension, but I am reluctant to jump to an explanation that involves the spirits of departed people.
I’ve come to this conclusion after some thirty five years of reading on the subject and my informed view is that there is no reason to suppose that any ghost tales I’ve ever heard, or heard of, actually involve dead things coming back.
Sure, there’s a lot of weird shit out there, but there’s just nothing convincing to indicate that people (or animals) come back from beyond the grave.
I certainly and most emphatically don’t believe this to be the case in EVP. I’ve listened to hundreds of EVP recordings and to me they just sound like garbled noise or distant badly tuned radio. It’s very easy to read things into such indistinct and shapeless ‘noise’ which is the point of this post. Do the experiment I suggest – stare at a noisy TV for a while. I guarantee you will start to see things. You just will – your brain works that way.
For me the whole idea of spirits communicating with us is like the extra-terrestrial phenomena – if there are aliens and they want to make contact with us, why not just appear on the Whitehouse lawn? If spirits of the dead really want to make contact, why are they limited to foggy mists and crackly distorted indistinct voices on tape?
And why are all the things they do and say so meaningless? I’d love to see even a single, witnessed, verifiable case of a ‘ghost’ giving over some indisputable evidence that the Other Side exists. It would only take one!
Of course, people invent all kinds of excuses for why it’s not clear – it’s difficult to ‘get through’… the spirits can only impart information that won’t change things… we have to know how to understand them… and so forth. To me, this all sounds like hokum.
I think it is possible that your father had two inexplicable experiences – nothing wrong with that. I’ve had a few myself. But I don’t for a minute believe that his experiences were spirits trying to communicate with him.