John Vervaeke - Tradition as a Living Force

What a fantastic conversation. John really caught fire in this conversation.... thank you Ben for providing the neoplatonic kindle and breathing your sensual wisdom into this dialogos that enabled the sparks to catch fire in the way it did..

Vervaeke is a treasure.

I love the end, feeling the fire and eros of ideas flowing freely. Very enlivening!

If you get this: Happiness is NOT Conditional: Happiness is a Choice! Then you get Flow. And then can live in flow. I realised and learned this through John's work. John is a true gift. Read my short book : "Learned Unhappiness".

Boy this needs more views cause there’s a good chance you could actually see this comment… I’m glad someone’s bringing James Hillman and Robert Johnson into the dialogue! I just found their work within the past two years. Thanks for the great content with Vervaeke.

Living in the times. I was Here. Vervaeke reincarnation of Wisdom Vajrapani embodied. Namaste'

Well done, it's good that you are able to draw John out where he is discussing something anew, thank you both John and Ben. If I could be other series with John, The Elusive I, and Untangling the World Knot of Consciousness, and of course Voices with Vervaeke. Peace

Brilliant conversation! John really clarified some key ideas better than I’ve heard before. Really appreciated this. Thank you both 🙏

I think about that quote from that Stars song all the time! 56:40

Fantastic interview!

The privileging of epistemology over ontology & vice versa is a pretty important issue & worth a deeper dive. Nice edification & opening of John’s thoughts & work, thanks.

Why math is crucial to science. It permits precise measurements and the means of affirming or disconfirming conjectures and hypotheses. It permits learning and growth, instead of mere guesswork.

This conversation seems to take place in the same courtyard as Aldous Huxley's "The Perennial Philosophy". Edit: And now that I've reached the end, it would seem that instinct was right! I'd be interested in hearing a conversation between you and symbologist Jonathan Pageau. You both have instincts for patterns, narrative, and the intertwining of lived life and fiction.

serious play... aspirational imaginality ..... engaging the adjacent possible ... great set of cognitive tools crying out for a 'sandbox', a kind of ordinary person's ....... crucible.

Spiritual dilettante Chogyam Trungpa Cutting Through Spiritual Materialism. "The Metaphysical Mutt" syndrome 2022

Thank you for this (and another - on John's channel) conversation. What I particularly loved was mention of polarity between spiritual bypassing and reductionist materialism mentioned in the first conversation. I strongly feel that there lies one of the main reason contemporary renditions of monotheistic religions feel so stale.You are basically left with two possibilities: conflate the two (bypassing and materialism) in the figure of Adversary or assigning materialism to Adversary which leaves god the role of ultimate escapist. Another topic I am deeply touched by is Tolkien's "On Fairy Stories" - probably one of the most profound e essays written on the subject of Restoration / Redemption of Man. BTW Given your interest in Inklings (Barfield in particular) and Neoplatonism - had you looked at Anthroposophy? It seems to be good starting point for many questions you mentioned. Best wishes!

52:22 - Oh, that sounds a bit reminiscent of Apollo vs. Dionysus in Nietzsche's 'Birth of Tragedy'.

Wait whether it's Decartes or Plato or Hegel or who ever, we are always '"locked inside our minds".....how could it be otherwise?

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I once had a vivid dream about this very thing, I had first made mentioned of in the "remembrance" live chats https://youtu.be/lYuSNZHDlzE. In the bay, a surfer rode the rip out, instead the ocean drift took the surfer close toward the headland. There he peered down into clear water and saw fixed into the cliff side, a chester drawer. Further investigation of the item, revealed sheets of handwritten notes, gold bullions and a leather journal. Taking the items back to shore, an unfamiliar name was repeated untill the old man was found in his dingy dust filled room. At its centre was a large darkened oak desk and a black vintage type writer with the old man hunched over it. It seemed imperative to make him type the name. "Type C - S - L ." Frustratingly, the old man seemed reluctant to type the name. Still another attempt was made to type the name Ø - Æ - ∆ . Realizing the type writer needed updating, time seemed to drift out toward the dirty bay window and beyond the orchard fields. Checking again the mechanics of the key function, it became apparent it was easier to simply ask the old man, how his typewriter worked. If old man Tolkien had any last laughs, I spose it would be for his typewriter to refuse typing an old friends name hhh