Classic Japanese Victorian Era Triptych

Genuine Fake Japanese Prints

They just have to be fake. However after quite a bit of searching online there is no definitive answer to this. The source had no attribution. Annoying. So let us assume they are fake – just like the rest of us. Please  . . .let me explain

A fascination with all things Victorian Era a la London and all things English of the period has resulted in stumbling upon these genuine (fake) Japanese prints. Not quite as far out as the Pride and Prejudice and Zombies mashup but surely related. And what’s it all got to do with the quantum and consciousness and the Quantum Goddess and rEvolution and drizzled lime anyway? I was waiting for you to ask.

The thing is this. From the point of view of the enlightened ones, of which we are assured there are some, pretty much everyone you meet has to deal with a certain amount of the illusory nature of being and self-hood. Including of course yourself. That person you see when you look in the mirror everyday is not the real person. Even the materialistic point of view suggests that most of who you are is a set of chemical and light reactions in the brain. There’s nothing really going on out there in the world. You just THINK there is. But once you bring the metaphysical and spiritual into the equation – if you dare! – then the strangeness of  self-identity and beingness is amplified a thousand fold.

Until you reach mastery of self, you will find yourself from time to time, exhibiting as a genuine fake. At those times of exhibition you will feel that the fake you is the real you. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. After all you have to fly your own plane so to speak. But then at other times this inner-sense of there being a fake you and a real you will cause you to have a sense of dissonance about yourself. You will feel that you aren’t quite right and that you want to change. Bravo that’s the process.

Here’s the quantumized suggestion. Simply understand and decide that in the totality of life, the universe and everything - you are OK. But that you are also at a point where you are ready to review who you are being and to evolve, metamorphose and change. That doesn’t make you bad. It just means you are on a journey. This is a process of integration between the fake you who you are now seeing and the you who you would like to become. Each state of YOU has it’s own valence, it’s own validity and it’s own power to focus your consciousness. In other words, each aspect of you will vie for self-hood. Now comes the bit where you have to literally kill off a part of yourself in order to be reborn. But here’s the thing. Instead of doing that in a kind of violent confrontational way . . .

Kali slays the demons

perhaps there is another way to do it. Perhaps there are many ways to do it. But if you feel the need to change yourself . . .then you are probably ready for a metamorphosis of yourself. The caterpillar becoming the butterfly and all that.

Just as the caterpillar spins its cocoon and goes into seclusion . . .so you may wish to go into retreat, close out all the old familiar routines and gestalt and then gestate the new version of yourself in a cocoon. The chrysalis phase of self transformation is of necessity a period of intense processing of internal images of self. Who have you been? Who do you think you are? What values have driven that in the past? What values do you now want to hold in the new operating system. What is the next version of yourself that you choose and desire to become?  All arguments and comments regarding the nature of desire and attachment – please don’t hold back. Comments section below.

The new version of yourself will be the next genuine fake. While you are in this world of illusion and maya, it will always be thus. The old Edo period Japanese wood block prints were the genuine articles. But it’s all art. And life imitates it endlessly. Self, symbol, experience, transformation. That’s what you signed up for when you bought the package tour to planet Earth. Why not enjoy the ride instead of resisting? Go ahead and spin . . .your cocoon.

Japanese Courtesan Woodblock Print