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THE PSYCHOLOGY OF CREATIONISM

Posted by anthonynorth on March 9, 2009

Click The ‘Y’ Files for more posts in this series.

beta-astronomer There is a feeling among rationalists that the world is slowly going mad. The reason? The continuing growth of fundamentalist beliefs concerning Creationism. But what is at the root of this growing phenomenon?
Well, first of all, science cannot – ever – prove it wrong. They can rant and rave; they can show how science shows it is not the case – but at best, this can only show the working mechanisms of a process, and not the ‘whys’.

Thus, God is immune to the scientific process.

sage And the sooner science accepts this and stops decrying the Creationist, the sooner there may be the return of a little commonsense in the debate – on both sides.
This is not simply an opinion of mine. I think it can be backed up by sound reasoning. And not reasoning to do with science or Creationism, but the process of the very conflict involved.

I think there is a valid law for such conflicts.

I call it the ‘law of opposite effect’. It can be explained quite simply. The more one stance becomes entrenched, the more the other will dig in its heels.
Thus, the condemnation from either side will guarantee the reasons for condemnation will increase. Hence, the problem isn’t science or Creationism, but the battle between the two.

And it gets worse.

As the conflict continues, and stances become more fundamental, the point comes when both sides become fanatical. When this point arrives, all commonsense disappears.
But more than this, my law has another element: basically, the more fanatical you become, the more you will further the opposite outcome to that intended. Hence, science guarantees Creationism, and vice versa.

office And the problem is also of paradigms.

Science is now grounded in a totally material world, with nothing other than what can be observed. Well, one thing can be observed above the material – the innate need in people for something above the material.
I’m talking about a form of spirituality. Now, to me, spirituality is about bonding – of man to man, mankind to nature, and nature to the universe. It is a form of holistic love, I suppose, and I assume scientists DO fall in love, despite their rationality.
Hence, in a world that does not offer intellectual ideals concerning this process, the gap will be filled by systems that do. And the ultimate expression of this is an entire universe created through love by God.
An urge towards spirituality will always exist. Whether this means there is a supernatural or not is beside the point. And as long as science decides there is no such thing, they will continue to fuel movements that say there is. And to be quite honest, in terms of the knowledge we have, they could be just as right as scientists think THEY are.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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RECESSION – WHAT WILL TOMORROW BRING?

Posted by anthonynorth on March 7, 2009

Including Search Engine Stories, Manic Monday, Inspire Me Thursday and
Monday Poetry Train. Have you had a go yet?

houses-of-parliament3POLLY TICKS – On maybe tomorrow something will happen

First off, see previous post for some changes around here. It is announced here in the UK that the Bank of England is to print money by the billions to get us out of Recession. Welcome to the United Kingdom of Monopoly.

What will tomorrow bring, I wonder?

Maybe buying this and that as if it was a game. Oh, they’ve already been doing that. From Slinky Sports Car to the Old Boot, they’ve played us all to disaster. Indeed, Chance cards were a’plenty.
No one wants to be Banker nowadays, either – it rhymes too easily. So maybe we should play the game properly: send them straight to Jail.
Maybe tomorrow.
Next post, Monday. See you then.

© Anthony North, March 2009

My Columnists
Island of the Beast – One
Masocology – One

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Abolish Political Parties

GREEN NEWS: UK users face £4.7bn rise in energy
costs to pay for renewables, says report. Why?
Did they not plan for new generation anyway?

BRIT NEWS: Must doubt sanity of US politicians. Gave my
incompetent prime minister Brown 17 standing ovations. If
you like him, do keep him.

HEALTH NEWS: Tick-box culture for meds for chronic
ills could be doing more harm than good, we are
warned. Big Biz/State marketing?

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GREEN SCENE

Save the Planet – or you’ll be sorry!!

Visit my Daddy Page

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FULL UP

I’m full!! Now go, just get away,
Be off with you, without delay,
What do you mean you must come in?
To not do so is a sin;
I’m sorry, but so many have died,
Because this egg is fertilised

TONY’S MUSE HERE

You haven’t met me before. Well, you have, if you think about
it. I just thought I’d pop in and introduce myself – while he’s
not looking. I’ll be popping by now and again to let you know
things about Him Outside. I have to, ‘cos he won’t blog proper.

BAMBOOZLED

Do they get it, this eco-thing?
Do politicians want to sing?
Do they know the danger here?
Or do they offer crocodile tear?
I’m bamboozled by what I’ve seen,
Feeling eco?
Or sickly green

(c) Anthony North, March 2009

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LISTEN UP BECAUSE THIS IS IMPORTANT

Posted by anthonynorth on March 6, 2009

Including Sunday Scribblings, One Single Impression and Heads or Tails.
Have you had a go yet?

people-17 Yes listen up, because this IS important. Well, to me anyway. This Sunday Scribblings prompt couldn’t be more timely. You see, I’ve been assessing where I’m going with this blog.
Now, before jumping to conclusions, I cannot see me ever stopping blogging, so this is NOT a goodbye. Class it as a re-hello (I’ve invented a new word!). Two new directions have opened up recently – namely Twitter, and a look back at 25 years of my writings.

The former has filled me with ideas.

delta-brainI want to expand them on this blog; the latter has decided me to begin editing and serialising many of my major essays and stories. I began this process this week. Initial instalments are linked below. Why not take a look?
This blog is over two years old now and I’m approaching half a million hits. I’ve developed the ‘magazine post’, which I’ve enjoyed, but am finding it too restrictive. Hence, my serialisations will be longer, but my future blog posts will be shorter, and far more frequent, going more with how I’m feeling at the time (Brit News, Tweets, etc, will still appear, but in comment #1 of my posts).
I’ll certainly be continuing with the prompts – I love doing these – but apart from the serialisations, things may be a little chaotic around here as I experiment and re-find my voice. I hope you continue to come along for the ride.

© Anthony North, March 2009

Island of the Beast – Chapter One
Masocology – Chapter One

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FORK IN THE ROAD

Left after right, walking on,
Not looking around; not singing a song,
Come to a fork – do I turn this way or that?
Such decisions – getting to the fact;
If only I’d been told what to do,
For me the options are so very few;
Robots do only what their programs pledge,
And that’s why I walked straight into the hedge

(c) Anthony North, March 2009

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beta-blondeULRIKA AND THE ZONE – Fiction

Ulrika Feyn was a star traveller entrapped in the universal mind. She simply had to think of being somewhere and she was. One eon she found herself drawn to a deep area of what she could only class as psychic activity.
As she approached, thoughts seemed to whirl around the universal ether. Some seemed soothing, whilst most were a rage. If ever there was a state called Chaos, thought Ulrika, this was it.
‘Do you like my Voice Zone?’ boomed Uni Mind as she existed on the edge. Ulrika thought ‘no’, she found it terrifying. But she had to ask what it was.
‘This is my gift to all sentient lifeforms,’ It answered. ‘When I think a species may be ready for the next phase, I’ll send a Voice and someone will pick it up.’
Ulrika seemed to get the gist of what Uni Mind was saying. ‘You mean this is the centre of inspiration, making people geniuses?’ she thought.
‘That’s right – at least, when it works.’
‘And when it doesn’t?’
‘Oh, they go mad.’

© Anthony North, March 2009

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SPRING, AND SPRING, AND SPRING, AND …

For years and years, come beautiful Spring,
Couldn’t get the hang of this gardening,
Moved a lot, every year or two,
Flowers that grew were very few;
Settled, at last! A home for ever,
Novice, old bones,
Phew!!!
Gardening – an endeavour

(c) Anthony North, March 2009

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STOP PRESS – STOP PRESS – STOP PRESS

Try the first of my new, leaner, shorter posts now

Here It Is!!!!

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ISLAND OF THE BEAST – Chapter One

Posted by anthonynorth on March 5, 2009

Click My Fiction for other chapters

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LANDFALL

I’ve decided to start posting my longer stories. This is an
adventure chiller in about six weekly parts, at times terrifying,
but holding an important message. Hope you enjoy it.

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I thought I’d seen everything the sea could throw at me. Forty years of age, I’d been a seaman since I was seventeen. I’d seen the world. I’d seen every ocean, visited every bay, and experienced the delights and tragedies of every port. And I’d seen storms. At least, I thought I had. Until this …
‘It’s going to be a bad one, skipper,’ said Henchy, looking up at the gathering clouds. He was a lanky, sort of man, seemingly devoid of muscle. But I’d worked with him for many years. He could be relied upon.
‘Are we going to be alright, Capt Mortimer?’
The question came from Moira Jensen, blonde, thirty and beautiful. She had hitched a passage on my steamer. A roving PR exec from some unmentionable multi-national, her expertise was calming the anxieties of locals in the Third World. If the company wanted to relocate a factory for cheap labour and relaxed safety measures, Moira was the kind of woman who would pave the way. When she first came aboard, I didn’t like the woman. After all, how could a fair person do that?
‘I have to make a living,’ she had said during one heated discussion on the matter. ‘And so do they,’ meaning the aforementioned natives. And I could tell from her tone that maybe she had a conscience.
I looked through the bridge windows. The sky looked angry. The wind was beginning to blow. The sea rippled, then suddenly offered a wall of water to deluge us.
After it passed and we were in the trough, I smiled and offered false hope. ‘Of course we’ll be alright,’ I said.
She looked at me intently. Her face was taught. Then it relaxed. ‘Okay, Brad,’ she said, ‘I feel safe with you.’
I’d heard that before. From other women. It usually meant they weren’t. I suppose I’m not the type of person to trust.
I barked my orders for battening down. Henchy remained at the wheel while Fist and Rickets busied themselves. It wasn’t much of a ship, but I loved her and wanted to care for her. Eventually, Fist, a big, bald guy, came in, telling me everything was ready. Rickets had returned below. He was a sickly, little fellow, but like Henchy, there was more to him than his appearance suggested.
It was then that the heavens opened and the sky vented its anger. And less than a minute after that, the big wave came.

It was a clear, blue sky above me. I always found it amazing how nature showed its emotion. It could be so angry, like earlier. But then, after the storm, such a tranquil serenity, as if nature could never hurt you. But like people, nature lies. It had hurt me. It had hurt us all. And it had taken my ship.
We had all survived. Just. And now we stood, bedraggled and exhausted, on a golden beach.
‘You lied,’ said Moira, which I thought was rich coming from a PR exec.
I looked her up and down. Gone was the make-up, the confidence, the smart clothes, replaced by a raw, frightened woman. Several buttons were missing from her blouse, revealing a good cleavage. And the whole sight offered an aura of how I considered woman should be. Of course, that isn’t new man. We shouldn’t think like that, we’re told. Which just means all new men lie. Maybe Moira and I DO belong in this new world where everyone lies.
‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I lied.’
Henchy, Fist and Rickets had busied themselves again. It was a good crew that could operate with minimal orders. They’d say it was a good skipper who kept it all together, and I wasn’t about to disagree.
‘What now?’ asked Henchy.
I looked to the tree line, then at the sun. ‘We have plenty of time before nightfall. We need food, shelter. We need a signal fire. But most of all, we need to see what dangers there could be on the island.’
Which meant we had to split up. Quickly, we decided where to make camp – a clearing within the trees, just a short distance from the beach – and then I left the crew to make camp and make it safe. As for Moira and I, we headed for high ground. Take in the whole island. See what we were up against. And we soon realised we were up against quite a lot.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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THE NEW SUPERBEINGS

Posted by anthonynorth on March 4, 2009

cults-1 We are so used to living in a material world, ruled by pragmatism, relying solely on the individual, and leaving knowledge to science alone, that we forget that more collective psychologies may have a bearing on our lives.
Indeed, I’m convinced that ‘mechanisms’ exist throughout human experience that are just as prevalent today as in the past. It is just that our worldview is so short sighted that we do not even consider such esoteric elements.

Researchers such as Jung and Campbell knew this.

greek-warrior1 In their work on myths and archetypes, they identified specific personality traits that exist in myth. But more than this, they also appeared in our dreams.
Myths, it seems, were our dreams writ large – the first ‘media’, as it were. And the relationship between myth and us does not stop here. Indeed, it is fundamental to who we are.

Why did myths have such an effect on people?

Because those archetypal gods were actually aspects of our own psychology. In heroes such as Hercules we see an exaggerated form of the striving of the human.
Hence, myths get under our skin, because we intuitively know they are us. In some myths, such as Oedipus, we even find great human drama played out, and in this way, they become symbols of taboo.

This is the power of myth in action.

Through the storyteller, elements of our psychology and action are symbolised, and they become powerful controlling devices – moral theatre, to be exact.
But myths are even more than this. For instance, if myths out human psychology, then we can assume that the elements of myth should be eternal. After all, we seem to have been peculiarly human for a long time.

delta-woman I think they actually are eternal.

And this transfers from early myth-media to the modern. Change is not fundamental, but simply culture deep. We can see this in the mythological expression of womanhood.
In the deep past she was Aphrodite, a sexual and fertile being. The sexuality was taken away in the Virgin Mary. In modern times, the archetype was reborn in the Marilyn Monroe type, and we see the image still in the supermodel.
What we see here is a continual psychological controlling model using a definite archetype, changed only by the culture expressing it at a particular time. And in each case, womanhood aspired to be as the myth-media expressed it.
Hence, there are continually created cultural gods, or superbeings, refashioned for every age, which control so many elements of our action and psychology. Yet this powerful force is ignored by academe.
As such, we have no idea of correctly gauging just how virulent their influence really is. But we do have an indication from the latest myth-media ‘superbeing’ – an archetype that seems to live in an ‘other world’ to us, constantly revered, and making us aspire to be like them.
We call them celebrities.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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MASOCOLOGY – Chapter One

Posted by anthonynorth on March 3, 2009

Click Thinkers’ Corner for other chapters

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THE NON-ECO EGO

I’ve decided to start posting some of my major essays. This
first one will be in five weekly parts, and concerns an analysis
of deep history and psychology in order to out a possible
non-eco psychology that could lie at the heart of our green
problems. I hope you enjoy the experience.

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I used to pull the legs off crane-fly.
Most children do at one time or another. It’s part of growing up. They see it as fun. But on the inside, we could possibly see it as a statement of the evolving man flexing his power over nature.
I don’t want to pull the legs off crane-fly anymore. I’ve grown up – realised an ecological conscience – and no longer see the crane-fly as something to subdue. But far too many of us still want to pull the legs off crane-fly.
However, it’s too childish for a grown man to go about doing this form of mutilation, and it doesn’t give an adult much of a power surge. So they do far better in their power struggle with nature. They try to destroy planet Earth itself.

There can be little doubt that the human race is now facing environmental problems of such importance that we are putting our life on Earth at risk. Such dangers are all around us. We are interfering with the food chain, tampering with the mutualistic influences of nature’s balance, and driving species out of existence.
We are heating the planet through man-made fossil combustion and turning the rivers and seas into infested rubbish bins. Even our ideas of individualism and globalisation are destructive both to planetary and human nature itself.
However, it is equally apparent that we are incapable of doing a great deal about it other than trite cosmetics. There is a state of mind within mankind that refuses to accept the reality of danger until it smacks us in the face.
On the surface, the reason for this problem is obvious. Man is ruled by the Ego, a strange element of consciousness that allows us to delude ourselves that we are correct in what we do, even though, in an environmental sense, we rarely are.
The science fiction writer A E Van Vogt identified the impulse for our general egoism when he coined the term, ‘right man’. He is a man fuelled with a need for self-esteem, and will deny truths to uphold the rightness of his beliefs.
Should his egoism be threatened he reverts to violence, such as pulling the legs off crane-fly, or trying to destroy the planet. Man cannot be put down. His pride will not allow it. And pride is egoistic. But could our Ego be the sole reason behind our ecological madness?

American writer Theodore Roszak was of the opinion that through our globalisation the Earth is suffering from City Pox . In our industrialised city culture we eat up our resources in the name of consumerism. In his book ‘Voice of the Earth’ he states:
‘The culture of cities has become the planet’s only culture, all others lingering on as curiosities preserved for scholarly study … ‘
But what does he say of the actual development of cities? ‘Now thoroughly rationalised as ”normal” the city dates back to the fantasies of megalomaniac pharaohs and conquering god-kings. It was born of delusions of grandeur, built by disciplined violence and dedicated to the ruthless regimentation of man and nature. The walls and towers, pyramids and ziggurats of ancient cities were declarations of a wishful biological independence from the natural environmental.’
Roszak has, I believe, provided the key to our ecological madness. In the above he highlights three vital elements concerning the city. First, it is through the city culture that our industrialisation and consumerism was born.
Second, the concept of the city was due to our Ego – our delusions of grandeur. And third, the city was conceived as a barrier between man and nature. The city, through which history itself manifested, links our present ecological madness directly to our Ego and our apparent need to distance ourselves from nature.
But if Roszak is correct, why is this so?

Shrouded in the veil of prehistory, the city first rose as man’s greatest achievement some 7,000 years ago as an organizational and spiritual centre of agricultural economy. Prior to such an economy, man was enslaved to his natural environment . But with the discovery of agriculture, man made one of his most significant advancements.
Man had learnt to adapt nature to fit in with HIS plans instead of simply adapting to survive. Suddenly he had learnt to turn the tables on nature; or at least, realised that such a thing was possible.
The enormity of this discovery was well appreciated. This fact is recorded in early mythologies, the most prevalent theme being the idea that man was unique to nature, finally symbolised in the Creation Myth of Genesis, where man was created separate and given lordship over nature.
However, it would have been a notion fraught with difficulties for nature would have constantly reminded man of his fragility – the bad harvest, the drought, and myriad other natural phenomena which would have brought his early civilisations near collapse.
But a notion, once instilled, is impossible to put at bay. So man developed his society and advanced into history. He devised the city. But nature had another little shock in store for him.
The city, in western terms, first manifested in the ‘fertile crescent’ of the eastern Mediterranean, between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, in modern day Iraq. The area was geographically perfect for such an outburst of civilization, in that it was fertile , flat and naturally irrigated.
However, the problem with such regions is that they are prone to flooding . Hence, even with his city, man became locked within an apparently vicious circle of conflict with nature, forever battling to retain his foothold with civilisation.
Indeed, it in widely accepted that the first form of large-scale construction involved the building of dams to hold back flood waters; and we simply have to look at the prevalence of flood-myths of the time and region – the Babylonian, Assyrian, Greek, Egyptian and, of course, the Biblical Flood – to see how almost apocalyptic fears of the power of flood impinged upon man’s psyche.

Try to picture the times.
Man had worked out that he was a cunning, ingenious animal. Something inside him told him that he had a greatness about him that could rise above nature. He had developed the city as a material representation of this might.
But still nature simply laughed at him and cut him down at a whim. Imagine being in a labyrinth. You know that, with a little reasoning, you can figure out how to escape, but you find yourself trapped, and suddenly you become anxious.
This was the lot of man at the time; a time, incidentally, when man developed religious representations of the very labyrinths I speak of. Perhaps, in the labyrinth, we see a psychological cry for help from a species, realising greatness, but approaching a form of madness in being unable to display, once and for all, such greatness.
He couldn’t understand that his attempts to rise above nature were nothing more than delusions of grandeur. Van Vogt recognised the psychological model for such delusions within his Right Man theory.
He noticed the prevalence of the syndrome within marriage. An apparently powerful man would marry, and the wife would become the target for his self-esteem. He would live as HE chose within the marriage, often being unfaithful, but would insist upon total loyalty from his wife.
He would try to subjugate her. And should any form of rebellion be displayed, he would beat her, forcing her back to submission. However, should the wife leave him, he is exposed for what he really is. The focal point of his self-esteem is gone and he becomes a psychological wreck.
The Right Man syndrome is so common that most people will know such a man. The syndrome is deeply embedded in the human race. And I suggest the syndrome is born from our original delusions as we tentatively rose out of the clutches of nature through the evolution of the city.
But in realising our greatness, we also birthed the insecurities to drive us on. We simply could not go back, so our bridgehead out of nature became a foundation made of quicksand. But we DID realise the route out of our increasing paranoia. The answer had always been there. As we shall see next week, man had only to look above his head.

© Anthony North, March 2009

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