Where the spiritual side comes from
I was the kid you came to for séances. Sci-fi and scary movies on the couch, then down to the basement, where I had been talking to ghosts since I was nine. My friends and I made potions, and I honestly can't tell you how much of that was Charmed and how much was me. By ten I was throwing themed parties that were really experiences, trying to build a room where something could happen. I have been trying to cultivate this existence my whole life.
The religion I grew up around taught me to feel guilty about who I was, so I went looking for what came before it. I found the practices of my own lineages first: Irish, Yoruba, Italian. Then the Americas, and then China, because the Chinese systemized what everyone else had only kept in story. Avatar: The Last Airbender did more for my spiritual education than any pew did. Along the way I learned the lore of nearly every deity I could find, Greek, Yoruba, Irish, Nahua, and noticed they were all telling one story: people trying to understand nature, understand themselves, and name the patterns that run through both. I was reading astrology charts for friends before I could drive, and Reiki came not long after.
The problem was that I also had a scientific mind, a relentlessly logical one, and the world told me I had to pick. Then I found out what the scientists themselves had been doing. Isaac Newton, the father of physics, wrote more pages on alchemy and theology than on physics. Albert Einstein called the thing that drove his work a cosmic religious feeling. Niels Bohr, who gave us the structure of the atom, put the yin-yang on his coat of arms. The people who built the scientific worldview never kept the two worlds apart. We separated them later, through dogma, and then forgot we had done it.
I have been connected to other places as much as to this one for most of my life, going in and out. As a kid that would show up as a nervous system shutting down and me leaving for a while: panic attacks, seizures, nobody sure where I had gone. I know now where I went. I don't write those events off, and I don't dress them up either. I think a lot of what we call a nervous system failing is a misunderstanding of where consciousness lives and where it can go, and that some of us learn, before we have words for it, to regulate past the ordinary range. That is a belief, not a diagnosis, and this isn't the page for the argument. What I'll say is that I don't believe those places are separate from this one. Call it the dream, the veil, the other side; it was always meant to be merged with this world, and for most of human history it was. Our ancestors had ritual, routine and community, and they were part of nature rather than observers of it. The beings we now call gods were rarely gods to the people who first named them. They were nature, personified, and human experience, personified. The Western mind had to deify them because it had lost the thread that made them familiar.
ReconnectShen is my attempt to hand that thread back. I am a scientist, and I still think every mystery deserves rigor. I just stopped believing the rigor had to stop at the door.
