The Crack in the Cosmic Egg

THE CRACK IN THE COSMIC EGG New Constructs of Mind and Reality JOSEPH CHILTON PEARCE Foreword by Thom Hartmann To the memory of my wife, Patricia Ann, mother of ourfive There was a child sent forth every day, And thefirst object he looked upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Orfor many years or stretching cycles of years. —WALT WHITMAN contents foreword ix preface to the 2002 edition xiii 1. circles and lines 3 2. valves and solvents 20 3. blueprints and viewpoints 48 4. questions and answers 61 5. mirror to mirror 80 6. fire-burn 99 7. behold and become 110 8. mythos and logos 133 9. don Juan and Jesus 153 10. vision and reflection 179 references and notes 186 bibliography 199 foreword by Thorn Hartmann I remember from when I was nine years old that there were two large mirrors facing each other on either side of the living room in my maternal grandmother's home. If I stood in just the right spot between them, I could look into either and see a seeming infinity of rooms and images of myself stretching off into an unfathomable distance. My maternal grandmother—one of my favorite people in the world—died when I was nine, and I remember wondering if I were to spin around fast enough if I could catch a glimpse of her ghost, seeing her over my shoulder the way she used to stand with me as we'd marvel at those infinite images when she was still alive. The illusion of depth that the mirrors produced was startling in its apparent reality. Similarly, the world we live in has a tenacious sense of reality to it, as if solids were really solid and colors were really color—even though we now know that solid objects are well over 99.9999 percent empty space and that colors are merely the vibration of tiny packets or quanta of electromagnetic energy we call photons, received in a chemical reaction in our retina and converted to electrochemical data for their transmission to our brain, where reality is assembled. Even our culture—made entirely from the most ephemeral thoughts, ideas, and beliefs—has a tenacious sense of reality to it. We know with great certainty what's possible and what's impossible, what's right and wrong, what's acceptable and what's offensive—even though in the modern world all of these cultural referents change, often dramatically, through the course of a single lifetime. Still, at every moment each seems solid and real. We've discovered that there appear to be a few specific parts of the brain that, when activated in the right sequence and the right way, produce a sensation of awe and mystical union with all creation. Scientists have discovered that many religious rituals and techniques (and more than a few plants) fine-tuned by humans over millennia activate these parts of the brain in this way and can bring about a Buddha-like enlightenment or a St. Francis-like sense of mystical union. The fact that this sensation is perhaps part of the mystery of why every human society has a concept of divinity prominent in its culture is now openly discussed by neuroscientists—as is the deeper question of whether a conscious universe built this sequence into our brains so we could discover it, or whether our brains, when activatedjust right, produce a seeming reality of divinity out of neural impulses. All of these are examples of the membrane of the reality in which we live—our egg, both personally and collectively. And the brain wiring that leads us to God, the discovery that matter is really mostly empty space, and that those mirrors aren't doors into another dimension (or are they?), represent for me different aspects of the cracks we occasionally find or create in that egg. One crack for me, in my early 20s, was first reading the book you're holding in your hands. And I wasn't alone in that experience back in the 1970s. "Classic" is the word generally used to describe a work that is still fresh and relevant years after its first publication, be it written millennia ago like Plato's dialogues, or centuries ago like the crisp and startling words of Thomasjefferson orTeilhard de Chardin, or just three decades ago as was the first edition of The Crack in the Cosmic Egg. Classics, in addition to having survived the years, are also viewed as such because they've changed not just a few individual lives but entire cultural paradigms. With this book, Joseph Chilton Pearce introduced a crack into the egg of Western culture in the early 1970s that in many ways led directly to the more esoteric aspects of the modern self-help movement, the widespread interest in mysticism, and the discovery of the intersection of science and spirituality. This is a life-changing book, and, as such, it's worth taking in slowly and comfortably over some time. I remember it took me months to completely digest it the first time I read it, as I kept encountering concepts or ideas that I had to reality test, or discuss with others, or carry around, look at from different directions, talk with myself about, and even dream about before I could fully understand and integrate them into my life. There's so much in this marvelous book. For me, there were both discoveries and validations. Consider, for example, Pearce's description of the creative process. I've been writing since I was old enough to read, and I have always thought it odd that I'd get a vague idea or notion, and then would walk around with it for a few days or weeks or months (and in one case several years) feeling sort of like I was pregnant with something, but that it wasn't ready to birth. I'd catch glimpses in daydreams, in synchronistic readings or discussions, in things I saw in the world. And then, suddenly, it would have to come out, and I'd pick up a pad and pen or sit at my typewriter (and now my computer) and the words would all pour out, be they a poem or a story or the first draft of a non-fiction book—with a clarity and precision and completeness that I never could have achieved if I'd tried to assemble them step-by-step, word-by-word, or if I'd tried to put them down on paper early in the process while I was still pregnant with the concept but not yet a-birthing. I discovered in this book that the way I write and the way others create is similar, that we become aware of the egg, and then a small crack in it, and then—by serendipity or magic or the grace of God—the crack suddenly opens enough that the light of understanding flows in and it's all just so clear and easy to express. Pearce's understanding of the many facets of the egg and its various cracks are shared by others, particularly those who have lived among the most ancient peoples of this world. My author and psychologist/sociologist friend Robert Wolff recently told me a story of his time spent with the indigenous Sng'oi people of Malaysia, and how they would simply "know" things that had happened to other members of their tribe at remote locations, or things that were going to happen in the future, with an absolute and uncanny accuracy and certainty. The egg of Robert's western university (two Ph.D.s) training was cracked by his contact with these extraordinary hunter/gatherer people who lived in the jungle in perfect balance and peace with their environment and each other. Commenting on it, he wrote me a note in June of 2002 saying, "Thorn, we lost so much when we chose machines!" Indeed, as Pearce chronicles in this brilliant exploration, we have lost much. But, as you will also discover as you read this book, the primeval trail markers and runes, the cracks discovered by the ancients, are still whispering to us. And, perhaps equally exciting, the deeper we dig into an understanding of physics and the natural world, the more we are able to see clearly the outlines of the crack that the shamans and fire walkers told us about, and that modern physicists like David Bohm have demonstrated in the laboratory must exist. Read and drink deep, slowly savoring this wonderful gift from Joseph Chilton Pearce. Enjoy your journey into an extraordinary and vital world of insight, intuition, and discovery. And know that, having read this book, you'll never quite be the same as you were . but instead you will see the world more clearly, hear its voice whispered to you in All Life, and feel the presence of divinity, mystery, and awe in this very moment and every one to come. Thorn Hartmann Montpelier, Vermont, 2002 preface to the 2002 edition The conception of this book took place in the 1950s, its gestation in the 1960s, and its birth in 1970. Yet it is as relevant today as when it was first conceived, because it explores a process that never changes: how we experience the elusive relationship between our minds and the world. Exploring how the mind and its reality are complementary poles of an unbroken continuum, this book shows how we can enter into this process more consciously and influence, even shape, the unfolding of any particular event, or the broader stream of historical flow.

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