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MASOCOLOGY – Chapters Six & Seven

Posted by anthonynorth on March 31, 2009

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LOST HORIZONS

I have portrayed mankind as a form of villain; a vandal forever tampering
with nature. But as any criminologist will tell you, criminal behaviour can
usually be understood in terms of psychological inadequacies. One of the
primary causes of such inadequacies concerns the relationship between
mother and child.

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Should a child be ripped away from the maternal influences of the mother, psychological trauma can ensue, which, in adulthood, can lead to outbreaks of criminality.
This concept could well apply to the species of man, for our global criminality seems aimed directly at nature; our Mother Earth from whom we were apparently ripped away in our civilised infancy.
Hence, rather than seeing our environmental criminality as a form of blatant vandalism, it could well be that it is due to psychological illness.
The writer Colin Wilson would no doubt agree. Fundamental to his philosophy is his belief that man lives in a state of mind he calls ‘close-upness’. To Wilson, man has a very small view of reality; he sees the world from the ‘worm’s eye view’ unable to complete a world picture in his mind.
Basically, if man had a wider view of reality in normal life, he would be flooded with so much meaning that concentration would be impossible. Such ‘close-upness’ causes a natural state of ‘upside-downness’. This shortsighted state of mind makes man suffer the delusion that the trivia of life is important.
Negative values impinge upon his intellect and his values turn upside down. Hence, boredom results in further boredom, rather than giving man the impetus to rise out of his lethargic state and grasp true meaning within the world.
In the above we have the sad lot of humanity. Bored and disinterested with true meanings in the world about them. And what of Wilson’s idea that ‘upside-downness’ gives us the delusion that the trivia of life is important?
Is it not trivia we now seek with our global pleasure industry? Is not trivia, then, a form of masochism in its own right? Wilson encapsulates the lot of modern man. In his identification of the state of ‘close-upness’ he graphically describes our sickness.
But why have we become so separate, not only from nature, but from society and ourselves? Perhaps a clue is provided when we realise we live in such a state due to our need to concentrate.

Concentration is a vital element of our survival. From studies of hypnosis it is becoming apparent that we input vast amounts of information through our senses. However, information that is deemed of no relevance to our immediate needs is sieved out of consciousness into the unconscious.
In survival terms, if we were aware of every piece of information we perceive, concentration would be impossible. We simply would not be able to prioritise and arrange information in such a way as to allow rational thought.
However, there are times when the information we input is severely restricted and our need to concentrate wanes. Such times are known as altered state of consciousness, or ASC.
The most prevalent ASC we experience is when we go to sleep. It is the dream state, when the conscious and unconscious seem to merge, and unconscious imagery is played out as a dream.
Hypnosis is another ASC. Here we seem to have access to the complete input of information perceived in wakefulness. At its most fantastic, the hypnotic state can manifest the phenomenon of cryptomnesia, where entire texts previously read have been recalled.
And going on to deeper ASCs, we have the deep trance where people have spoken of undergoing the mystical experience. Here, the mind is truly filled with information. Indeed, literature of such mind-invasions speak almost unanimously of the wholeness with which the mind flooded.
We could, of course, dismiss such invasions as mere unconscious delusion. But could it be an appreciation of the wholeness of, not only nature, but the universe itself? However, as concentration is vital to our survival, it is perhaps a good job that we don’t live in such an ASC all the time.
Or is it? In 1976 a lecturer at Princeton University – Dr Julian Jaynes – caused an academic storm with the publication of his book, The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral mind.
The central theme of his book concerns his observations of ancient writings such as the 0ld Testament, the Epic of Gilgamesh and Homer’s Iliad. He observed that the authors of such books appeared to have no form of self-consciousness.
Basically, man did not have ‘… subjectivity as we do; he had no awareness of his awareness of the world, no internal mind space to introspect upon …’ To Jaynes, the books of ancient times depicted the gods as the conscience, indeed, the very consciousness, of ancient peoples, as if they didn’t have a conscious mind of their own.
Infant, it was as if our ancestors lived within a collective unconscious, with the gods, or archetypal images, directing our lives.
This is a significant observation which can be associated with the dream state we appreciate today. In the dream state the unconscious seems to direct the dream for us, with us having little say in how the dream plays itself out. Similarly, as Jung noted, archetypal images rise in the dream state, holding significance within the dream.
Indeed, not only do we have archetypal images in dreams, but the dead can also rise from the unconscious to play a part in the dream as memory. Which prompts the question, if, in earlier times, man did not have a conscious mind as he does now, would his mind state be similar to our present dream state?
If we decide this could be possible, then ancient man was controlled by instinctual, unconscious imagery which, as in the dream state, he perceived. Is there any wonder, then, that a king, upon death, became a god? For chances are, upon death, he was still seen.

Looking at the monumental building works of ancient times such as the pyramid; the ancient beliefs in animism, or nature’s spirits coming alive; the possibility of such ‘spirits’ being, in fact, a waking dream state becomes attractive. However, if such a mind-state did exist at the dawn of known history, why is it not appreciated today?
Perhaps our need to concentrate is the key. At some point in prehistory, our evolutionary ancestor, Homo Erectus, picked up a stone or branch or bone and realized it could be used to aid him as a tool or weapon. In doing so, he set humanity on the road to technological advancement. He had learnt to adapt nature to his needs and begun the process towards the hi-tech world of today.
Before this event, however, he had no need to concentrate. He was, essentially, an animal and subject to the instinctual drives of the rest of nature. He was locked into a communal conscious that was all he needed to function.
He was an intrinsic part of nature and his own species within nature. But in discovering technology he had begun to break away from nature and needed to learn how to think for himself.
In a word, he had to learn how to ‘concentrate’ on the increasing information his technology was creating above the information endemic to instinctual nature. And to concentrate, he had to have a mind of his own; a consciousness of his own; a consciousness that was separate to nature.
So his brain began the massive explosion in size we know to have occurred during this period, creating the ‘human’ brain as his mind evolved into conscious and unconscious elements – a conscious to allow concentration, and an unconscious in which to store information not required for the present task in hand – thus prizing himself away from the wholeness and instinctuality of nature.
And the more information he created through technology, the greater the need to concentrate, and the more distant man became from his natural harmony with nature, the only remembrance we have of our natural state being a gulf, a longing, deeply rooted in the unconscious; and a longing that manifests in us our sickness.

THE END

From the viewpoint of both psychology and history, the above suggests that mankind is sick. Indeed, the whole of civilised history has been a process of the gathering anxieties of our illness.
We have been a species ripped from the succour and guidance of our mother nature; a lost race, knowing our mother is here, but feeling neglected and, bearing in mind the Christian idea of us having fallen from the grace of God, knowing that we are sinners.
In order to combat our deep longing for the mutualistic life our mother offered, we birthed the human Ego, just as the school bully, locked in his feelings of inadequacy, HAS to show that he is powerful. But also like the bully, we are not.
We are still, after all our attempts to find confidence, to break free, a part of our mother through the unbreakable umbilical cord of nature. It is time we understood our inheritance. It is time we remembered our place, for, just as an adolescent rebels against its mother, lashing out, we are the adolescents lashing out and hurting nature. And we are about to be punished.
All around us the scars of our endeavours are present. Our mother has developed, not just City Pox, but cancer. Like never before she needs our help and love, for she is dying. And what is more, we need her. Just as a child, when growing to manhood, turns to look after his mother, it is time we began to look after ours; to bring her back to health, to nurture, to bring fully alive once more.
This is our only destiny, for if we follow the other road – the road we have trodden for so long – we have only one future in store. Extinction.

© Anthony North, March 2009

The End

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TONY ON BIG LIT BANG NOVEL & MORE

Posted by anthonynorth on March 30, 2009

Including Heads or Tails, ABC Wednesday, Manic Monday and Monday Poetry Train.
Have you had a go yet?

beta-physicist1PROF ISAAC GALISTEIN ON BIG BANG

Big Bang isn’t the only explanation of the universe. There is also Steady State, which says the universe regenerates itself constantly. This idea is shunned by the mainstream, but could philosophy lie behind this? We live in a linear world where everything has to have a beginning and an end. To not have such is just so … well – eastern!

computer-lap-top1BLOGGER BARD ON MODERN LIT

As a general rule I dislike modern literary novels. I love the classics, but with the modern I found myself playing ‘search for the story’. Maybe writers place all value in the individual today, but they seem to be all about an angst-driven search for self.
Next post Wed. See you then.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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FROM THE ARCHIVES

Why Are We Here

We are well aware of the idea that life constantly evolves. But how
far does this process of evolution go? Does it stop at life, or could
it be argued that evolution is a property of the cosmos?
… read more …

newsflash

Abolish Political Parties

BRIT NEWS: A rainbow alliance is forming of
anarchists and greens as the London G20 Summit
approaches. Many fear riots. Will they happen? Well,
it depends on the weather. If it’s nice, possibly. Brit
rioters don’t like getting wet.
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BRIT NEWS: Brownski and the Palace have discussed Royal
reforms regarding allowing royalty to marry Catholics, and placing
equal female succession. I’m always suspicious of NuLabour
meddling in royalty, but this one is long overdue.
*
HEALTH NEWS: The Lancet accuses Pope of distorting
science over condom claims. Some time science
and religion have to start talking. The problem is
maybe no longer a scientific or religious view,
but the antagonism between the two.

Lots more news on my Mini Blog

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PSI-WORLD

A small step into the dark

My Unexplained Sub-Domain

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THE SEER

She sits so still, lets them in,
Soon the spirits begin to sing,
Seeing so much of what life’s about,
Offering messages without doubt,
But where they reside, I’m not so sure,
Inner mind, not Heaven pure?

GETTING UP

Fiction: Getting up that morning was scary. I suppose, at first, it
seemed a normal morning, but there was just something about it
that I knew wasn’t right. And it wasn’t just scary for me – it was,
in a way, doubly scary for them. Oh boy, how they ran! You see,
I died yesterday.

K is for … KARMA

Lived before, I must have done,
Too much life overcome,
Wisdom always being my guide,
Previous lives in which to confide,
Grounded by a moral code,
Karma stopping me being a toad

THE BIRD

I see him not, I close my eyes,
Then into sight he surely flies,
Guides my mind to vistas new,
Nature’s truths are now in view,
My animal guide then lowers a claw,
To mystic lands, together we soar

© Anthony North, March 2009

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of doing so? Let me know of any news or new sites.

Search Engine Stories
The phrase to write about is: Kiss me
Monday Poetry Train
Any poem can be linked here
Poefusion
A fortune cookie type of poem req’d this week. Take a look
Manic Monday
The word is: ‘bird’. What can you do with that? Post it Mon.
ABC Wednesday
The letter is ‘k’. Posted Tues evening GMT
My Neck Of the Woods
A new prompt: writing about your local area
Write Anything
Always a good source of info and prompts

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TONY ON PARANORMAL, DREAMS & MORE

Posted by anthonynorth on March 27, 2009

Including One Single Impression and Sunday Scribblings.
Have you had a go yet?

alpha-haunted-house3WEIRD OBS ORG ON PARANORMAL

To many, the paranormal is disappearing from our lives, and although there are still many cases about, it does seem to be in decline. But could this be paranormal in itself? To a certain extent, we are a reflection of our culture, so if our culture says the paranormal is in decline, wouldn’t that make it so?

doctor-examiningDR ILLYA NESS ON DREAMS

We believe we make rational decisions about our future, but is this so? The vast majority of our thoughts and knowledge come from the unconscious, and when we dream, this irrational area of mind rules. Could it be that this process, filtering into conscious thought, directs us more in life than reason suggests?

© Anthony North, March 2009

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FROM THE ARCHIVES

I’m having to take a break from my longer works for a while, so when
my latest serials are complete I’ll only be posting the three Magazine
Posts a week. But I’ve hundreds of longer posts in the archives most
of you will not have read. So as a new feature in the Magazine Posts,
I’ll begin linking to them here. Let’s start with …

Jack the Ripper

newsflash

Abolish Political Parties

BRIT NEWS: Proposed changes in Primary education
could include children learning all about blogs and social-
networking. Hey, they can put my blog on the curriculum
if they like!
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BRIT NEWS: New figures confirm extend of petty officialdom using
snooper laws to crack down on minor infringements. They have been
used 10,000 times by local councils. This must stop before they
get the feel for jack-slippers.
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BRIT NEWS: Bank of England Governor tells govt we can’t afford
another spending spree to get us out of Recession. He
obviously doesn’t realise that only ideology matters
to these fantasists.

Lots more news on my Mini Blog

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THE CRIME POST

It would be criminal not to read it

True Crime

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SMOKING GUN

It was in his hand, I know it was,
He’d fired it, just because,
Someone said something he didn’t like,
He could have just said ‘take a hike’,
But he had the gun – he always did,
So he used it – Bang!!
He’s just a kid

A BENT COP

Fiction: Oh, how he hated them – the way they lied and cheated to
get their way. There was nothing worse than a bent cop, and this
latest episode was messy. Maybe if it hadn’t led to her death, there
would be a way out. But it had. Yes, he hated bent cops. How do
they live with themselves? And now, how could he?

AN AGE

Slowly she ages, delicately,
Through the years as one with me,
Wrinkled, greying, getting old,
Unable to experience life unfold,
Captured in youth, her photo dies,
My only memory; her killer despised

© Anthony North, March 2009

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of doing so? Let me know of any news or new sites.

Sunday Scribblings
The word is: Aging. What thoughts does this bring out?
Heads or Tails
Word is: see or sea. Posted Mon evening GMT
One Single Impression
Word is ‘Smoke’. Posted Sun
Inspire Me Thursday
The word is ‘Ghost’. Write or craft post
Weekend Wordsmith
What can you do with the word: Jumbled

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ISLAND OF THE BEAST – Chapter Four

Posted by anthonynorth on March 26, 2009

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NIGHT & DAWN

By the time we got to the camp, Henchy had done a
good job. Rudimentary shelters had been built from leaves
and branches, a sign for help had been placed on the beach,
Rickets had collected enough fruit to feed us and Fist had
even managed to catch a fish. Indeed, the aroma of the
fish greeted us as it cooked.

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‘It’ll be ready soon, skipper,’ said Fist as he knelt over a fire.
Henchy looked serious. ‘I’m not sure about this place,’ he said, a hint of worry on his face.
‘What do you mean?’ I asked.
He didn’t know how to put it, but said: ‘I keep getting the feeling I’m being watched.’
Fist concurred: ‘That’s right. Down by the beach, it was as if the trees were staring at me. Sent a shiver down the spine, I can tell you.’
For Fist to be spooked, it must be bad. Moira and I sat by the fire, ate some fruit. I never realized how hungry I was. And then I told them about the island, the deserted village, the chimera. I was going to leave out the feeling we had seen something, but Moira was having none of that.
Henchy said: ‘The sooner we get out of here, the better.’
The following couple of hours passed in relative silence. We ate. We drank. The occasional idea was aired concerning our survival in a practical sense. It was as if none of us wanted to think the thoughts that bubbled into our minds. And finally we retired to sleep, on a bed of leaves each.
My thoughts turned to Moira then.
We’d been a week into the voyage, and I’d only known her a day before that. She’d just turned up at the dock, efficient, businesslike and what could only be termed masculine. Okay, she was attractive, but she seemed to use it only in terms of power. Femininity just didn’t seem to exist for her.
It seems she’d been let down with a private charter aircraft, and being a fairly under developed part of the world, there was no alternative. And a passage on my ship was her only alternative. And she was prepared to pay.
During the voyage, nothing had changed. She seemed distant, and at times I thought I’d be glad to see the back of her. But now, a total change had come over her and me. The efficiency was being subsumed by her femininity, and it was powerful, intoxicating, sexual. And I was finding it increasingly difficult to get her out of my mind.
My thoughts were eventually disturbed by a shout. Fist had heard something on the edge of our camp and gone to investigate.
‘I’m telling you, skipper,’ he said. ‘It was about seven feet tall, big built, and hairy. And those eyes just stared.’
I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Henchy said: ‘At least, it doesn’t seem to be dangerous or it would have attacked.
‘I’m not sure about that,’ said Moira.
‘What do you mean?’ I asked.
‘Aren’t wild animals afraid of fire?’ she replied.
Nods of acceptance came from all. And we placed more logs on the fire. Plenty of them.

We had a troubled night’s sleep, if you can call it sleep. The sounds of the jungle seemed to mock us, and I realized I wanted to be rescued quickly.
Moira obviously felt the same. In the middle of the night I felt her beside me. ‘Do you mind?’ she asked.
I realized her intention. ‘Of course not,’ I said, and she lay down next to me. I placed an arm around her, and she cuddled close. She smelled perfect, and her body pressed against mine. And the sounds of the jungle temporarily left me as I fought the urges rising in me to take her. It was comfort she wanted. And I abided by her wishes.
The next morning we were up early, before the night had really passed. A strange light pervaded the camp, and a new mood seemed to take us over.
‘So what do we do now?’ asked Henchy.
Rickets answered for me. ‘I’ve done some tracking in the past,’ he said. ‘If there really is something out there, it will have left a trail.’
I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but I let Rickets see if he could pick it up. ‘But don’t go far,’ I added.
He left the camp almost immediately.
We had a light breakfast of fruit and talked about the previous night. ‘Maybe it was nothing,’ said Henchy. ‘A trick of the jungle, the strange light, the noises. It got into our heads.’
‘You could be right,’ I said, hardly convinced. But Moira clung to it. ‘That’s it,’ she said, ‘we’ve all been a little silly.’
Henchy said: ‘I’m going to check the signal,’ and he departed. But five minutes later, he came running back. ‘Come and look at this.’
He was disturbed, that was obvious. And he wasn’t the type to overreact. Hence, we all ran down to the beach. We had placed a signal of stones and rocks, spelling the word, HELP. But the rocks were now strewn over the beach.
‘Our imagination, eh?’ said Henchy.
Something had certainly been on the beach. And it must have been strong. Some of the rocks had been thrown over a hundred metres.
I said: ‘I think it’s safe to say we’re not alone on this island.’
Suddenly, the same thought came into all our heads. ‘Rickets!’
We ran back to the camp and burst through the tree line where he had departed. There was a clear trail, and we followed it. We didn’t have to go far before we found him. He was hanging from a tree, blood soaked and missing a large part of his body. Moira screamed as she trod on his discarded left arm.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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TONY ON WORDS, WISDOM & MORE

Posted by anthonynorth on March 25, 2009

Including Thursday Thirteen, Totally Optional Prompts and Three Word Wednesday.
With thirteen lines of poetry.

houses-of-parliament3POLLY TICKS ON WORDS

The world changes because of action by people. Such a process is vitally important, and most of our advances are down to it. But often we forget that behind every action is a thought, and that thought is expressed in words by a thinker. History often forgets those thinkers, leaving understanding of how we got here incomplete.

alpha-guru-typeGURU TONY ON WISDOM

If the world is full of wisdom, why is it also full of idiots? It seems a contradiction, but I think there’s a definite law behind the imbalance. We mature, as people, through education and experience. I think this last one holds the key. And the best way to learn is from your mistakes. Wise people, you see, usually begin as stupid ones.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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Serialisations:

Island of the Beast
Masocology

newsflash

Abolish Political Parties

BRIT NEWS: Falling house prices & interest
rates push the retail prices index below zero for first
time in 50 years. No decent pay deals this year, folks.
*
GREEN NEWS: Leading NASA scientist claims corporate lobbying
is hindering govt policies on reducing carbon emissions. Well, I’ve
said it often enough – Big Biz needs big systems to exist. Green
tech can exist with smaller systems and small biz. Being green
would destroy Big Biz. At last, someone speaks!
*
BRIT NEWS: News is filtering out of a new planned
anti-terror strategy. Watch out freedom, the jack slipper
is slouching forward again, inflated threats a perfect
excuse to control us some more.

Lots more news on my Mini Blog

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THE PHILOSOPHY

To know is to empower

History of Man

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THOUGHTS OF SPRING

The world turns; nature’s detox
Spring, that marvellous Equinox,
Life pops out, says hello,
Under a glorious rainbow;
It’s coming soon – we shout! Rejoice!
Goodbye Winter,
One joyful voice

VIRTUAL LIFE

Sci Fi: They sat silently but busied themselves. We all worried about
the children. Obesity had been conquered with treatments, but now
another problem arose. The children had friends – had relationships.
They saw them on the screen every day. But when reaching
adulthood the scientists began to ponder upon electronic sperm.

THINKING THROUGH

I think on life in earnest ways,
Make decisions, combat haze,
Then a voice intrudes with glee,
A deeper layer, but is it me?
So many factors to our mind,
Reactive always, unconscious grind

© Anthony North, March 2009

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MASOCOLOGY – Chapter Five

Posted by anthonynorth on March 24, 2009

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HOMO ANXIOUS

There are few people who don’t feel, at heart, that there is something
missing in their life. This feeling of inadequacy can usually be centred
upon the demands of modern society – the need to succeed; to rise up
the promotional ladder; to BE someone.

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We reach out for a goal as if this is the most important thing in life, but few of us can ever REALLY succeed. The success story can only belong to the few. And this realisation leads to a lacking many of us feel.
However, whilst not denying the possibility of inadequacy felt in this life struggle, can it be the total answer to our problem? For instance, it is fascinating that the person who HAS succeeded – risen to the top of the promotional ladder – also births a deep feeling of lacking in his life.
How often the rich and famous turn in on themselves, find solace in drugs or drink, or even become reclusive. So even absolute success in modern life does NOT take away this feeling of lacking. Hence, the cause of such feelings must lie in something more subtle.
Some people D0 find the tranquility of mind that allows them to overcome their feelings of inadequacy. Such people are usually religious, be it monotheistic or pagan. It is as if the realisation of a higher entity cleanses the mind and makes a person feel whole.
Basically, belief in a deity can be seen as a psychological fix for the ills of the world.
We can, if so inclined, discount this notion as a throwback to the security religious myths offered in times past.
The gods are not really gods, but man-made fictions used to control and cleanse. People, today, just find it hard to throw off this influence and, when feeling inadequate, rush into mythological comfort.
Indeed, this is an easy explanation to offer when one looks at the sheer number of supernatural deities religion has offered.

One thing we know about the universe is that universal laws are constant. Hence, if a God or deity did exist, then there could only be one. The sheer number of contradictory deities turns religion into a farce.
But is this really the case? Perhaps the psychoanalyst Carl Jung can help us clear up the matter. He formulated the concept of a collective racial unconscious. This idea grew when he noticed the preponderance of racial, archetypal images in dreams, myths and folklore.
He came to the understanding that, at some subtle mind level, the mind of the human race is shared, and archaic images can rise out of this communality. It is easy to dismiss this idea as peudoscholarship.
In a mechanistic, material world mind is seen as purely the result of chemical interaction within the brain. The empiricist philosopher, John Locke, made it clear that the person is born with a mentally clean slate.
We are each an individual. So there is no room for inherited memory or images coming to us from other than reflection upon personal experience. But this idea does not hold up to experience.
A baby, upon birth, instinctively seeks out and sucks the mother’s breast. This simple act laughs in the face of the empiricist notion of mind. Something from pre-birth is directing the new born to know what it must do to survive.
Instinctual behaviour such as the above speaks volumes for the existence of inherited images surfacing in the mind. Indeed, through DNA we know quite a lot of who we are IS inherited.
We are an amalgam of our parents. We are the product of their collective genes. Just because science may not have found, yet, an instinctual, archetypal form of inheritance, it does not mean that such inheritance does not exist.
Indeed, the inheritance factor of DNA and the initial infant act suggest that such a form of inheritance MUST exist. And this process would represent a form of collective unconscious, for whether we came from Adam and Eve or the primeval slime, we can all trace our genetic inheritance back to the same source.

The above theorising gives credence to the ability of man to hold, within the mind, archetypal images of his deep, ancestral past. Images of Divine representation could well lie deep in the unconscious.
But the important point is that such representations could well be culturally based; NOT existent supernatural beings, but poetic, human representations of how a particular culture identified such beings as existing.
In other words, through a form of collective unconscious, man, as a cultural species, could have brought into existence a whole myriad of symbolic Divine representations. Hence, our varied contradictory deities do NOT preclude the existence of God, but merely show the various theologies we have devised as a means of understanding.
So when we fall back on religion to fill the void of our inadequacies, could the possible existence of a collective unconscious mean we really are finding comfort from a form of God?
The implications of the above question are important. When we go back to the earliest known religion – the pagan – we find that the central Divine image is Mother Earth. Throughout our earliest known cultures people everywhere on planet Earth came to the same idea that nature was Divine.
It is almost as if, when we birthed the human Ego and began to learn how to adapt nature to OUR demands, we broke our links with the Divine; cast ourselves from Eden. And we have been battling with our Ego and insecurity ever since, clumsily creating this god and that god in an attempt to feel adequate.
Indeed, one only has to look at our latest hi-tech endeavours – the internet – to see that we are attempting to create a form of higher consciousness (a Divinity?) ourselves; in a real sense the connectedness, the global reach, of the information super-highway is akin to a form of global brain, with computers representating the individual neurones, grouping together to produce consciousness.
God, it seems, has come down from the sky and been reborn in the microchip.

We may well live in a material, atheistic world, but our longing for creating Divinity is still with us. We have spent the whole of history running from it, devising gods to fill our own, egoistic needs. But the original Divinity – nature itself – is still holding us in her grasp. She will not let go. She, cannot let go. And for a simple reason.
We have iron in our blood. Yet those iron atoms are not ours. They were cooked in primeval stars and released through supernova. And when we die, those iron atoms will go on to perform tasks in some other part of interactive nature.
We have genes at the centre of our biological make-up. But they are not our genes. They came from our parents and reach back through our ancestors and beyond, through our evolutionary forebears and to the original conception of life that BECAME nature.
We can attempt to pull away as much as we like, but it is an impossible task, for everything we are belongs to nature. So how did we come to think we could leave? In the final part next week, I will attempt to show you why – and how it relates directly to our present eco-vandalism.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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TONY ON SUBJECTS & MORE

Posted by anthonynorth on March 23, 2009

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houses-of-parliament3POLLY TICKS – On a touchy subject

Here in the UK we’re always talking about the citizen – his rights, etc. But there is something deeply disturbing about this. You see, there’s no such thing in the UK – we’re all ‘subjects’ of the Queen.

When was this knowledge ditched?

When did we decide we were something we’re not? Of course, it means nothing today, as such. We DO have the rights and freedoms of a citizen, but NOT using the term is worrying.
Now, I’m not saying we should respect monarchy, or anything like that. But the simple fact is, in not realising we’re ‘subjects’, we’ve forgotten the importance of the UK’s past. And if you don’t remember the past, how do you understand the present?

© Anthony North, March 2009

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Serialisation:

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newsflash

Abolish Political Parties

BRIT NEWS: Google gets flood of complaints over its
site offering street tours. People are demanding their
right to privacy. Once again, tech is infringing our rights
not to be spied upon.
*
GREEN NEWS: UK car production falls by 60%. Is the age of the
car coming to an end? I doubt it; but maybe it is time to think about
more eco-cars from smaller companies as a new industry rises from
the ashes. The alternative is more mergers in order to survive,
and bigger Big Biz – a terrible idea.
*
BRIT NEWS: White workingclass boys do worse at school
by 11. What can you expect when you take away
their natural culture? Don’t belong.

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GAIA NEWS

Connecting Man, the Planet & Universe

The Lost Civilisation

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A COMMON THREAD

People are different all over the world,
Diverse cultures forever unfurled,
Offering infinite variety,
Things to learn for you and me;
Yet underneath this unique tread,
We’re united by a common thread

THEY GET INSIDE, YOU KNOW

Sci Fi: They felt good to be back on Homeworld. It had been a
rewarding fact finding mission. Earth was about to become conscious,
they knew, so as mind parasites, they had inhabited humans for as
long as it took to know all they wanted to know. Several thousand
years each and they’d lived inside hundreds. And the only effect
on the humans? The sense of their minds, and the feeling they
had lived before.

J is for … JOY

Such joy! We are not alone,
speaking, always, on the phone,
And one to one, at home or far,
Or mingle with many, door ajar;
But joy can come in other ways,
Descending, mystically, through the haze,
To the hidden bond that binds us all,
Through deeper secrets, enthralled

A WET POEM

Dip in the fountain of eternal youth,
Reverse ageing, that’s the truth,
Feel the wetness washing you,
Of all bad thoughts – ain’t that true?
Then you wake from a lovely treat,
Remember your age and change the sheet

© Anthony North, March 2009

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ANSWERING THE WOOSAYERS

Posted by anthonynorth on March 22, 2009

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wizard-colour Fed up of being associated with ‘woo’? Well, no, not really – in a way it’s a compliment. It shows you’re being noticed, and if you’re noticed, you’re making a difference.
This is the beauty of the woosayers (see def below) – in their determination to stamp out alternative thought, they actually guarantee its audience will grow. So let us all give a big thank you to those marvellous boys and girls.

Why do they get so annoyed?

galaxyBecause, as with religious orthodoxy, they believe in an absolute truth – that science is the only way. Well, to a point they’re right, but in championing science, they place more into it than actually exists.
Science is not about truth, but the on-going understanding of nature and the universe. Nothing can ever be conceptually ‘proved’ in science. The woosayers are unhappy with this, and decide to turn science into a religion.

They are assisted in this by science itself.

You see, science doesn’t seem to allow room in the universe for esoteric concepts such as the paranormal or intelligent universal consciousness.
They seem to offer answers and directions that appear rational. But science is hampered by only being able to speak of the universe and not what may be outside it. And I’m not talking about a man in a white beard.

Science can say nothing of before Big Bang.

This is because the universe did not exist. But we can imply that something occurred at this point outside the universe to set it in motion – if, of course, Big Bang is correct.
Everything that happens in the universe is a result of this implied action. So technically, there could be an as yet undiscovered influence stemming from that action that is, itself, technically not in the universe.

wood1 At first, this sounds ridiculous.

But consider the layered reality of ecosystems. They build upon each other, and have an effect on each other both within and outside a particular ecosystem. And this is an influence that cannot be measured by science.
What is the nature of this influence from outside a system, but nonetheless having an affect within? Consider Chaos Theory and the idea that a butterfly’s wings can cause a hurricane. What are we dealing with here?
We are dealing with subtle action of known properties working in non-understood ways to produce something bigger than itself. Something tiny from outside the final expression caused something mighty.
I think this is the direction some areas of research should go, re-checking the relationship with the known to see if it can react in presently unknown ways. Science is even beginning to realise the possibility in the idea of emergence – the way complex systems arise from simple components.
Whilst we’re waiting for science to catch up, though, a philosophy of the esoteric is required to study such possibilities in a rational way. In this way, we can do a better service than the woosayer, jumping up and down like a demented kangawoo.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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DEFINITION OF WOOSAYER

He who says of you,
You deal in nothing but woo,
And claims he speaks only true,
Yet sounds like he’s stuck in the loo

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TONY ON PERFECTION & MORE

Posted by anthonynorth on March 20, 2009

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alpha-guru-typeGURU TONY – Writes a perfect piece

Isn’t life perfect; aren’t some of the people you meet, or hear of, just perfect? Isn’t the weather perfect today? Are we not surrounded by absolute perfection everywhere we look? Well – err – no.

Nothing in life is perfect.

That’s the point. Think about it – for something to be perfect, then it would have to press all the right signals in our minds. And the only way that would be achieved is by most people and things being exactly the same.
Life is about imperfection and coming to terms with it; doing things to improve an imperfect world. It is what drives us on. Infact, I can think of nothing more imperfect than something that appears to be perfect.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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Serialisation:

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Abolish Political Parties

GREEN NEWS: Shell stops wind and solar investment
for biofuels. Well, the latter guarantees big processing
plants, and thus Shell’s future.
*
BRIT NEWS: IMF predicts UK economy still in slump next year.
Worst of all. And us with financial whizz-kid Brownski? Who’d
have thought.
*
GREEN NEWS: a report declares new generation of nuke
power stns could invite terrorist anarchy. Very true
– are they going to take the chance?

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FUTURE ZONE

What’s ahead … and Beyond!!!

Plenty of Sci Fi for you

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WE’RE EQUALS

I’m equal to you, the robot said,
Man thought it had gone to its positronic head;
Don’t be ridiculous you man of tin,
You don’t feel love, compassion or sin;
But they are viruses, the robot did say,
And I’m more powerful – I could easily slay;
So man decided it was time to scoff:
But see, he said, I can turn you o ….
Oh!

CLIFFHANGER

Sci Fi: He stood there, looking down. Fear gripped him. You’d have
thought he’d have got used to it by now, but no, he was still
terrified. But also, he was drawn, and as the urge overtook him, he
jumped. Later, he stood by the edge once more. Maybe this time
he’d conquer the urge and pull back. And until he did, he would
remain in the anti-suicide VR Program.

I COME FROM

I come in peace, my alien friend,
Is this greeting right? Don’t want to offend,
I come from a planet far away,
It took some time before we strayed;
I’m a human from Earth; I came at some cost,
Can you help me, please? I’m lost

© Anthony North, March 2009

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of doing so? Let me know of any news or new sites.

Sunday Scribblings
The phrase is: I Come From …
Poefusion
Visit here to write a poem based on words by Emerson
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Word is ‘Equals’. Posted Sun
Weekend Wordsmith
What can you do with the word: Passport

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ISLAND OF THE BEAST – Chapter Three

Posted by anthonynorth on March 19, 2009

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THE VILLAGE

The journey towards the village seemed to be easier. It wasn’t that
the terrain was any better. It wasn’t, even, that the descent from the hill
is always easier than climbing up. It was as if we were being absorbed
into the nature of the island.

**********

I said this to Moira and she seemed to agree. ‘It’s as if we’ve found where we really belong,’ she said.
I let her lead for a while. And as she did so, I watched her intently. Whereas to begin with, she stumbled into every obstacle, it was as if a sixth sense was now warning her of the pitfalls before she came to them.
I began to wonder, then, what was happening to us.
The village seemed to appear out of nowhere. There was one large building with about another twenty in a circle around it. Made of wood and mud, it looked like it was built by some endemic, primitive people.
My first thought upon this realization was how could such a small island provide for a tribe. But then another, more sinister thought struck me. Where were they?
‘I don’t understand this,’ I said.
‘What do you mean?’ asked Moira.
A deathly hush pervaded the village. Even the wildlife seemed to remain quiet here. And any sign of life – food, the general implements of living – seemed decayed. What had happened to these people?
Moira had wandered off and presently she called: ‘Look at this.’
I walked over to her. She was stood in the front of the main building, looking at what seemed to be an altar of some kind. Decayed offerings surrounded it, and it looked like a pool of dried blood on the ground.
I shivered.
Moira saw it too. Said: ‘You don’t think it was a sacrifice do you?’
‘That’s not the question.’
‘Oh?’
‘No. The question is, animal or human?’
I guess we both shivered at that. And the feeling intensified when we studied the effigy in the centre of the altar.
‘What is it?’ asked Moira.
I’d seen something similar before. ‘It’s a chimera,’ I said. A representation of a creature, half man, half animal. It exists all around the world from primitive tribal ritual.’
‘And what does it mean?’ she asked.
‘Most researchers think it is a representation of a shaman, or holy man, communing with nature spirits on a vision quest. They literally believed they turned into an animal.’
‘And the other researchers?’
‘They think such beasts really existed, and the effigies were to pacify them.’
Neither of us spoke after that. The night was closing in and we had to get back to the camp. This was a more depressing journey. And it wasn’t helped by the feeling that eyes were watching us. And both Moira and I were convinced that, as we left the village, something large and hairy passed swiftly away at the corner of our vision.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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