Lovecraft states that his creation of a story is to suspend natural law yet, at the same time, he indexes the tenuousness of such laws, suggesting the vast possibilities of the cosmic. The tension that Lovecraft sets up between his own fictions and the universe or nature as we know it is reproduced within his fictions in the common theme of the unreliable narrator, unreliable precisely because they are either mad or what they have witnessed questions the bounds of material reality. Despite Lovecraft's invocations of illusion, he is not claiming that his fantastic creations such as the Old Ones are supernatural, but following Joshi, only super-normal. One can see that instead of nullifying realism Lovecraft in fact opens up the real to an unbearable degree.
Vincent van Gerven Oei, Continent
Eldritch Horror is a board game where you play a Lovecraftian hero (occult researcher, antiquarian, private detective, esoteric blogger, etc) who, with the rest of their team struggles to close gates, solve mysteries of the Ancient Ones and not go insane or die. Its an excellent game and is genuinely scary - light some candles, acquire 1920s costumes, put Radio Dismuke or Cryochamber on and you're there - its does justice to the writer and his genre. The other night we were brutally defeated for the second time by Yog Sothoth and for our just desserts we watched Episode 1 of the new Twin Peaks season both of which contributed to a night of highly disturbed sleep.
There are all kinds of influences on Lynch - Kubrick, Hitchcock, Brecht, etc - but to my mind its the Lovecraftian that has been magnified more than the others in this season. When Secret Sun talks about a metaphysics of evil, sure. Its the evil of beings who live above a convenience store from the perspective of the foodstuff on its shelves. To be fair if you have never studied you are not going to get Lynch, a man whose esoteric knowledge is clearly encyclopedic - and even if you have he is going to fire more than a few curve balls at you. For instance without a working knowledge of the Hermetic Qabalah, whatever its true value, you are going to miss the Vision of the Machinery of the Universe, in the purple oceanic/galactic dreamworld of retrocausal time in Yesod and the portal to ''Earth'' through actual machinery - like car cigarette lighters and plug sockets. The light beings transfer between worlds through gas and electricity. The brain/neurone tree is featured in the sections of the Metabolism of Time that deal with the Jay. The tesselated floor of the waiting room, with the curtains being blown back to reveal the white horse are clear depictions of the environment of astral travel. These are real places. They are part of the physiology of the universe made necessary by the Metabolism of Time. You have to perform astral travel to get to them but if you are one of those so-called magicians who doesn't include this work in their practice then SHAME! you are missing the best bits.
The Sycamore Grove from the second season is a Lovecraftian gate into the Supernormal. Cooper physically leaves through it and is physically replaced by a Doppleganger. Although the beings of the astral are clothed in flesh and colour underneath they are composed of physical light. This is where Supernormality can really gain ground, you don't need to lose sight of the so-called physical in your quest for spirituality (this is a common damaging misconception in esoteric circles), the spiritual is not another different dimension, its an extension of this one, or rather ours is an extension of that - an inclusive physics, a pan-psychic physics would see this. The problem with the words physical and material are that they imply this fairly boring scientific materialist worldview espoused by Dawkins et al but these guys have no idea what is really going on - in choosing an authority on the nature of reality I would go with Lynch. When Professor Hawking begged us all to shut the fuck up for a second so we are not devoured by a lurking space horror he is beginning to understand the potential for a supernormal metaphysics of evil. Do we really think alien, possibly demonic, beings fly here like so much spam in a can? They project like we do and are just way better at it. If you want to get really far out, their ''ships'' don't ''fly'' what the ''ships'' actually do is move us or places to them. Those ''ships'' are their equivalent of chaospheres, or cells of consciousness, or Iamblichean celestial spheres or whatever you want to call this asset all esoteric traditions share and which is actually a fundamental part of our own extended physiology and of which most remain unaware trapped as they are thinking themselves 3d objects in a 3d world. I know this can be difficult to understand but you are in your own ship right this second. Its been 25 years since Twin Peaks and the 80th anniversary of our master of darkness H.P. Lovecraft's death - now is as good a time as any to redouble your esoteric efforts.
“What do we know,” he had said, “of the world and the universe about us? Our means of receiving impressions are absurdly few, and our notions of surrounding objects infinitely narrow. We see things only as we are constructed to see them, and can gain no idea of their absolute nature. With five feeble senses we pretend to comprehend the boundlessly complex cosmos, yet other beings with a wider, stronger, or different range of senses might not only see very differently the things we see, but might see and study whole worlds of matter, energy, and life which lie close at hand yet can never be detected with the senses we have. I have always believed that such strange, inaccessible worlds exist at our very elbows, and now I believe I have found a way to break down the barriers. I am not joking. Within twenty-four hours that machine near the table will generate waves acting on unrecognised sense-organs that exist in us as atrophied or rudimentary vestiges. Those waves will open up to us many vistas unknown to man, and several unknown to anything we consider organic life. We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight. We shall see these things, and other things which no breathing creature has yet seen. We shall overleap time, space, and dimensions, and without bodily motion peer to the bottom of creation.
From Beyond, H.P. Lovecraft