Sunday, January 27, 2013

The High Cost of Nectar

The High Cost of Nectar






I’d not seen Alaia (AL)for nearly two years, so I was surprised when she called, said she was in town for awhile and wanted to get together. We went for a walk in a beautiful wetlands area to catch up on one another's lives. Like my life at the time, the day was dull and overcast, and because it was the weekend, the trail was full of families, people taking pictures, pedestrians with ear buds and camelback packs and lots of dogs.
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She related to me that her son had just died at the age of 44─a massive heart attack. I asked her if he had any kids, and she said yes, one girl, her granddaughter who she saw once a year. So, "He had a family”, I said, not really knowing much about her personal life. I knew she’d had five kids, and two husbands, one of which went missing for over twenty years. The detective that finally found him told her that his memory had been “wiped,” he had some sort of permanent amnesia and was on disability in a large Eastern Seaboard City. "Yes", she replied, adding that she had gotten over the grief quickly and was not in the lingering state of devastation that had followed the suicide of another son, in his twenties at the time, some eight years or so ago. She had used the Hindu science of breath to move her through it. I asked if her other two children were OK, and she said that they were, still having a hard time, that they were all marveling that she was so strong.
She is a very strong woman. She is almost 67 years of age and looks much younger. She has long straight chestnut colored hair, completely natural, only has a little grey on the sides. You only see it if she puts her hair behind her ears. Her face is mostly clear and unlined, the complexion of a much younger woman, although to my senses she bears the traces of suffering around the eyes and mouth that most women get as they age. To live is to experience loss, and that suffering becomes part of who we are, no matter what the beauty regimen. Alaia is fit from years of walking and swimming first thing in the morning, in natural un-chlorinated water, to catch the first rays of sunlight and activate her thyroid.  Being the type of person I call a member of the "Whole Foods Master Race," she drinks pure spring-water only, and eats only natural, pure, organic foods.

Garden Variety Evil Queen, as per Snow White
graphic from persephonemagazine.com
Another woman I know, who does not like Alaia, and who seems jealous of her, said to me before the day we walked together, said to me, gloatingly, that one day recently, she'd espied AL in the health food store and she'd looked like she'd aged a lot. Witches, everywhere. This woman did not stop to talk to her, did not learn of her tragedy and loss, just noted with satisfaction how old and haggard she looked. This was before I knew about the second loss of a son.
AL led an amazing life, with many adventures and accomplishments. She'd been an accomplished equestrienne from a wealthy family, married, had children, ran an entire art department for a prestigious school district, teaching with love and respect for children and their budding potential. She fell from a horse one day and as she lay there paralyzed, her spine broken from the fall, an Indian Holy Man appeared to her, and told her to get up. She had a spontaneous healing, got up and resumed life. Soon she found the Holy Man in the physical world and became his devotee, he her guru. She traveled the world with him for four years, bringing her four kids with her to share in the works of the miraculous manifest being, known the world over as a man of peace and a bringer of miracles. She had many extraordinary experiences and became learned in the ways of the yogi, mastering many breathing techniques and learning how to raise her vibration and keep it high through meditation, positive thought and "drinking nectar." When she and her family returned to the States, they built a lovely modern home, where she taught meditation and conducted groups on developing insight. She became a top-notch interior decorator, working with important developers and architects in the area; she was in that network. Her sons learned the construction trades from working with and for her, and two became contractors and builders later, as adults.
I met her about six years after her youngest son had taken his life in a violent manner. She didn't tell me about this until I'd met with her a few times and we'd gotten to know each other a  little bit. Several months after that I spent some time with her again and she told me about her amazing life-arc, Then a year later she called me and said she was house sitting nearby and I went to visit her in a 4 million dollar "staged" home that she was tending for the real-estate agent. The owner of the house had died suddenly, leaving no heirs and his remaining siblings were selling the property. I immediately sensed that the house was haunted and said so, even though it was not old and had had one owner.  She showed me around, and that is when it came out that the reason that she'd invited me was because she and some of her friends had channelled the spirit of the former owner, and that he had told her that there was gold buried somewhere in the house, maybe in the walls. See, I was supposed to suss that out. But since I have no interest in connecting with the departed, or disturbing the dead, especially for something as trivial as finding gold, I politely declined.
So, disappointed as she was, she made us both tea and we sat down for a chat. She told me that she had learned the technique of "Drinking Nectar," from her guru 30 years ago, and that is what has kept her young, unnaturally so, all of these years. It is a powerful, ancient meditative practice from the High Himalayas. She said, and this was three years ago, that she was starting to age because when her son died, it lowered her vibration and she couldn't maintain the high level frequency she'd developed after years of discipline and concentration. Consequently she didn't have her youthful zing anymore. Which is one way of looking at it, her way.
 I do not try to interfere with the dreams of another, nor do I go around bursting bubbles, as I have found that it is highly dangerous to myself to do so.
The way I looked at it, was that she did a magic spell every morning that cast a glamour over herself, in the old fashioned sense of the verb glamour - "First meant "magic, enchantment" or "art of contriving magic spells.", or even "fascinating or voluptuous beauty, often dependent on artifice."
That spell, or self hypnosis, unraveled, I think, because you can't stop the process of grief with positive or rational thinking, drinking nectar, breath science or anything else of this world or another. As human beings we are hardwired to feel loss at the passing of human life, especially young innocent life, from this realm.  A unique life and story that will never, no matter if you believe in reincarnation or not, ever walk on this earth, in that way, with those gestures, looks, peculiarities, foibles, charms, gifts or troubles, again. With a young life, there is the loss of potential; what could have been. That being has left the building. That is why it's called "the human condition."

some sort of yogi





Sunday, January 20, 2013

Everyone Comes to the Labyrinth




They who seeketh and do desireth of the light, they who call themselves "lightworkers" - a term soon to, no doubt, be included in Webster's dictionary, are fond of  pointing out that the Labyrinth of Chartres is not only a mysterious sacred-geometry tool of inner development and mystical insight (go to this site for what I consider the gold standard of this type of patter), but that it parallels the circuitry of the human brain, making it scientifically sound on some level. The real neuroscience books about the brain and the labyrinth cost money to download or print, so I am afraid you will have to do with more of the same:






Louis Charpentier, the French expert on Chartres, in his book The Mysteries of Chartres Cathedral; Thorsons Publishers Limited, Wellingborough; 1983. talks about the "telluric forces" and the theory that the builders of the major European cathedrals, including Chartres, consulted and incorporated these forces in choosing the cathedrals' location as well as planning their orientation. -from Boticelli's Labyrinth Chapter of  ashlandweb.com/labyrinth

Those theories say that such labyrinths (There are more styles then just the medieval one at the cathedral at Chartres and there are organizations to preserve the integrity of the historical study of these differences.), those that parallel our brain, can facilitate healing and balancing, centeredness, insight and other non-quantifiable goals which would eventually loop us back to ancient astronaut/scientist, priest-king theories about our origins, if I were so inclined, which I am not. 
I learned, from discussions of alchemy in the past, that the metallurgy employed to develop the tints used in authentic medieval stained glass, used alchemical formulas that, when activated by the sunlight, produced the actual ray frequency of the color, much like a blue laser will be on that specific light frequency of blue, or a red laser on red, and so forth, different than shining a light or beam through colored glass, which is not about frequency of light, but about visible spectrum.
So what you would get in a labyrinth in a medieval cathedral, with the true formulaic stained glass would be an experience of alchemy that would, my guess would be, put you into an altered state of consciousness, the reasons for which I can only assume would be to have a mystical experience of some sort.


Landru on a good hair day
During the 1990s, when I was out and about a lot on planet earth,  the Chartres Labyrinths were as numerous as grains of sand on the beach. It was almost impossible to avoid them. They were at Catholic retreat centers, new age healing centers, Methodist and Presbyterian church basements, outdoor vacation spots  and more. People had them in their own homes, in the basement family room now that the kids had left, or in their backyards, next to the sweat lodge. I know from experience, that they did alter my brain chemistry, as they take you through a series of switch-back type paths, that get you out of the linear mind and more into that expansive multi-focus way of being, that for me, has never been a stretch anyway, so I mostly found it tedious and boring. You are supposed to be contemplating, damn it, while you are going round the loop-De-loop. I did not feel any closer to God than I would if taking a walk up a mountain trail, swimming in natural lakes or the ocean, walking a dog or looking out the window at 3 a.m. to be surprised by the first snowfall of the year. So, though I performed the rites, I was not of the body (if you only click one link this post, click this one), as they say in Star Trek geek-talk.

Travels with my Aunt, if my Aunt was Satan

(apologies to Graham Greene)

In the Fall of 2010, Pope Benedict XVI (Ratzinger-think about it) visited London. There were many marches and demonstrations decrying his sexism, his anti-birth control stance, his cover-ups of pedophilia, his anti-gay policy, the church's genocidal attitude toward indigenous peoples, and many more transgressions that I don't remember. Prior to video "taping"(digital) the protest of 20,000 people through the streets of London, on Sept. 18,  I was encamped at a home in the Charring Cross district of London, where I had a peculiar experience that is as stamped upon my memory as much as any experience that Fall. Incidentally, I had no idea this protest was going to be the big deal it turned out to be, I was there to videotape things in London related to the Pope's visit and debates going on about secular vs. theological humanism, or so I thought. 
So, I was sitting in a garden at the back of a home in Charring Cross. Unbeknownst to me, a well-known energy-healer was also on the premises, giving energy, support and healing to the protesters, to prep them physically, emotionally and spiritually for the march. So a guy I'd seen at the house, but never been introduced to, nor did I know who he was, sat down next to me while I was working at a laptop on video footage ingestion preparedness (those of you who do video will know that it is similar to preparing for a NASA mission). After asking me a few normal-type computer questions about memory capacity, etc., the guy, I forget his name, David, maybe, began channeling. At first I didn't "get" it, and thought he was psychically picking up on weird woo-hoo things: what star system I was from (I forget); my true purpose (also forgotten); future  (for...) and like that. But then he started "coming through" in different voices, such as 3 brothers from the 1600s with the surname MacGregor, who all spoke with a highlands lilt.
There were three, one was Douglas and he was a successful doctor, the other ones were not successful and one of them was really disappointed (still) about that, but what his name was... I can't recall. OK, maybe it is not so much "stamped" on my memory as trailed lightly through it, but the general experience is still there.  Oh did I mention the demons? Yes, there were demons being channeled there in that garden in London on that crisp, lovely Fall day. Because you see, everyone was there for the Pope. I distinctly remember the demon saying that the Pope was there to see something rubbed in the stench of his own filth. Yep. And as if this unsolicited channeling wasn't plenty of weird enough for me, a few months ago I saw an old movie (mentioned in another blog I was perusing)  on You Tube called Curse of the Demon 1958 (U.S.), or Night of the Demon (1957) in Britain.  There is a Victorian spiritualist channeled in this flick called Mr. Meeks. During a seance, a spirit comes through Mr. Meeks called Mr. MacGregor who speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, almost a parody of such.  I don't know if these MacGregors are  typical familiar spirits making the rounds through channelers, as the likes of "St. Germaine", or "Kathumi Lal Singh" seem to do; or if the guy in the garden in London saw the same movie. I guess that's why it's called The Great Mystery. If I could only figure out what "it" is.
The movie "Night of the Demon (1957), a British release, was removed from You Tube because of the "many notifications of copyright infringement" -even though the movie is almost 60 years old. I find this odd, and apologize that I can no longer present it on my blog. Above is a link where it can be purchased, however, and it shows a brief clip of the re-released [in the U.S.] 1958 "Curse of the Demon".



There  is a character in the movie by the way,  Julian Karswell who is supposed to bear a resemblance to Aleister Crowley- coincidence you say? Uh-huh.

After the Fall

Months after the Pope's visit, the Richard Dawkins people contacted me to use my footage, found online, in their documentary about him, which I consented to. Evidently, out of the 20,000 people attending the rally/march, and what looked to me like at least 5000 of them shooting video, there was a dearth of video footage to be had for this event. I knew that he'd been a keynote speaker at the after-march rally which took place, I believe, somewhere near 10 Downing after the march started at Hyde Park, went through Piccadilly, under the Column of Nelson in Trafalgar Square (that I remember) and then over to Westminster where it ended on Downing.  There in the plaza at the end of the march, I saw Dawkins holding a kind of rally/press-conference where people were clustered around him, cheering him on. I didn't know until recently that he is the poster-child for atheistic/secular humanism. He's like Ayn Rand with a cooler accent and a classier spiel. He doesn't use the non sequitur "enlightened self-interest.


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The Beat Goes On 
Postscript: Letter sent to a Church that was concerned about the "juxtaposition" - nice word for hypocrisy- of authorities clearing out the homeless to make nice for the Pope's visit to address issues such as homelessness. 
Police Move Homeless Off Philadelphia Streets Before Pope's Visit
It's an "unusual" move amid the pontiff's repeated calls to welcome the poor.
Religion News Service
By Alex Jacobi
Posted: 09/26/2015 07:19 AM EDT

This is really not that unusual, in fact it is business as usual – the homeless and other marginalized persons are always removed when standing dignitaries arrive and/or a location gets international attention for an event. The 2010 Olympics was notorious for displacing homeless residents of Vancouver, B.C.:
Many of the homeless in Vancouver were Canadian Indians, yet the B.C. Olympics kicked-off with a spectacular entertainment extravaganza with a First Nation theme, featuring traditional First Nation dances, lore, costumes and so forth (performed by First Nation performance artists).

I was in London several months later when Pope Benedict XVI (Joseph Ratzinger) visited in 2010. Twenty thousand Europeans marched through London to protest his visit and his policies on issues such as birth control, homosexuality, etc. They were also very vocal about Ratzinger’s collusion with the cover-up of the many outed (during his tenure) pedophiles in the Catholic Church.
There wasn’t that much mainstream media mention or footage of the protest in Europe. So, I can only assume that people saw a brief glimpse of that massive denunciation here.  It is my unsubstantiated opinion the Ratzinger resigned not for health reasons but that he was forced out because of the way he handled the pedophilia scandals. Then Francis, “the people’s Pope,” was put in place to do lots of feels good P.R., which we are now witnessing here in the States.
“The Holy Man meets the Heads of State” idea, while creating charming visual images such as Pope Francis patting schoolchildren’s heads, is as much a media concoction as The Prince and the Showgirl is a Hollywood fantasy. The Pope is a political figure. While in London in 2010, I witnessed the London police using facial recognition technology to pick protesters out of the crowds, ticket them and remove them, even at the preliminary protests a few days before the main event, where there may have been only 100-300 people in attendance. It was understood that a third ticket for one individual at a Pope-related event meant that they would be arrested, detained and held for an indeterminate amount of time, or possibly institutionalized if deemed fitting.  The people they targeted did not have, to my knowledge, a history of violence or terrorism, but they were well-known activists in areas of advocacy for indigenous people and victims of child and sexual abuse.





It stands to reason that where there’s sacrifice, there’s someone collecting sacrificial offerings. Where there’s service, there’s someone being served. The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.
A city is the frozen shape of human courage — the courage of those men who thought for the first time of every bolt, rivet and power generator that went to make it. The courage to say, not ‘It seems to me,’ but ‘It is’ — and to stake one’s life on one’s judgment.
Force and mind are opposites; morality ends where a gun begins.
Love is the expression of one’s values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another.
Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another — their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.
Romantic art is the fuel and the spark plug of a man’s soul; its task is to set a soul on fire and never let it go out.
From this simplest necessity to the highest religious abstraction, from the wheel to the skyscraper, everything we are and everything we have comes from a single attribute of man — the function of his reasoning mind.
Competition is a by-product of productive work, not its goal. A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.
Man’s unique reward, however, is that while animals survive by adjusting themselves to their background, man survives by adjusting his background to himself. If a drought strikes them, animals perish — man builds irrigation canals; if a flood strikes them, animals perish — man builds dams; if a carnivorous pack attacks them animals perish — man writes the Constitution of the United States. But one does not obtain food, safety or freedom — by instinct.
Just as man can’t exist without his body, so no rights can exist without the right to translate one’s rights into reality — to think, to work and to keep the results — which means: the right of property.
Individual rights are not subject to a public vote; a majority has no right to vote away the rights of a minority; the political function of rights is precisely to protect minorities from oppression by majorities (and the smallest minority on earth is the individual).
Civilization is the progress toward a society of privacy. The savage’s whole existence is public, ruled by the laws of his tribe. Civilization is the process of setting man free from men.
Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision. Their goals differed, but they all had this in common: that the step was first, the road new, the vision unborrowed, and the response they received — hatred. The great creators — the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors — stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.
Accept the fact that the achievement of your happiness is the only moral purpose of your life, and that happiness — not pain or mindless self-indulgence — is the proof of your moral integrity, since it is the proof and the result of your loyalty to the achievement of your values.
Contradictions do not exist. Whenever you think that you are facing a contradiction, check your premises. You will find that one of them is wrong.
Do not ever say that the desire to “do good” by force is a good motive. Neither power-lust nor stupidity are good motives.
Government “help” to business is just as disastrous as government persecution... the only way a government can be of service to national prosperity is by keeping its hands off.
Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one’s values.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it's yours. But to win it requires total dedication and a total break with the world of your past, with the doctrine that man is a sacrificial animal who exists for the pleasure of others. Fight for the value of your person. Fight for the virtue of your pride. Fight for the essence, which is man, for his sovereign rational mind. Fight with the radiant certainty and the absolute rectitude of knowing that yours is the morality of life and yours is the battle for any achievement, any value, any grandeur, any goodness, any joy that has ever existed on this earth.
I swear by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.
“Rights” are a moral concept — the concept that provides a logical transition from the principles guiding an individual’s actions to the principles guiding his relationship with others — the concept that preserves and protects individual morality in a social context — the link between the moral code of a man and the legal code of a society, between ethics and politics. Individual rights are the means of subordinating society to moral law.
Money demands that you sell, not your weakness to men’s stupidity, but your talent to their reason; it demands that you buy, not the shoddiest they offer, but the best that your money can find. And when men live by trade — with reason, not force, as their final arbiter — it is the best product that wins, the best performance, the man of best judgment and highest ability — and the degree of a man’s productiveness is the degree of his reward. This is the code of existence whose tool and symbol is money. Is this what you consider evil?
Watch money. Money is the barometer of a society’s virtue. When you see that trading is done, not by consent, but by compulsion — when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing — when you see that money is flowing to those who deal, not in goods, but in favors — when you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work, and your laws don’t protect you against them, but protect them against you — when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice — you may know that your society is doomed. Money is so noble a medium that is does not compete with guns and it does not make terms with brutality. It will not permit a country to survive as half-property, half-loot.
Potentially, a government is the most dangerous threat to man’s rights: it holds a legal monopoly on the use of physical force against legally disarmed victims. When unlimited and unrestricted by individual rights, a government is men’s deadliest enemy. It is not as protection against private actions, but against governmental actions that the Bill of Rights was written.
Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another — their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.
So you think that money is the root of all evil? ... Have you ever asked what is the root of money? Money is a tool of exchange, which can’t exist unless there are goods produced and men able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force. Money is made possible only by the men who produce. Is this what you consider evil?
The purpose of morality is to teach you, not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live.
The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights, cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.
To say “I love you” one must know first how to say the “I.”
But you say that money is made by the strong at the expense of the weak? What strength do you mean? It is not the strength of guns or muscles. Wealth is the product of man’s capacity to think. Then is money made by the man who invents a motor at the expense of those who did not invent it? Is money made by the intelligent at the expense of the fools? By the able at the expense of the incompetent? By the ambitious at the expense of the lazy? Money is made — before it can be looted or mooched — made by the effort of every honest man, each to the extent of his ability. An honest man is one who knows that he can’t consume more than he has produced.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
It stands to reason that where there’s sacrifice, there’s someone collecting sacrificial offerings. Where there’s service, there’s someone being served. The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.
A city is the frozen shape of human courage — the courage of those men who thought for the first time of every bolt, rivet and power generator that went to make it. The courage to say, not ‘It seems to me,’ but ‘It is’ — and to stake one’s life on one’s judgment.
Force and mind are opposites; morality ends where a gun begins.
Love is the expression of one’s values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another.
Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another — their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.
Romantic art is the fuel and the spark plug of a man’s soul; its task is to set a soul on fire and never let it go out.
From this simplest necessity to the highest religious abstraction, from the wheel to the skyscraper, everything we are and everything we have comes from a single attribute of man — the function of his reasoning mind.
Competition is a by-product of productive work, not its goal. A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.
Man’s unique reward, however, is that while animals survive by adjusting themselves to their background, man survives by adjusting his background to himself. If a drought strikes them, animals perish — man builds irrigation canals; if a flood strikes them, animals perish — man builds dams; if a carnivorous pack attacks them animals perish — man writes the Constitution of the United States. But one does not obtain food, safety or freedom — by instinct.
Just as man can’t exist without his body, so no rights can exist without the right to translate one’s rights into reality — to think, to work and to keep the results — which means: the right of property.
Individual rights are not subject to a public vote; a majority has no right to vote away the rights of a minority; the political function of rights is precisely to protect minorities from oppression by majorities (and the smallest minority on earth is the individual).
Civilization is the progress toward a society of privacy. The savage’s whole existence is public, ruled by the laws of his tribe. Civilization is the process of setting man free from men.
Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision. Their goals differed, but they all had this in common: that the step was first, the road new, the vision unborrowed, and the response they received — hatred. The great creators — the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors — stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.
Accept the fact that the achievement of your happiness is the only moral purpose of your life, and that happiness — not pain or mindless self-indulgence — is the proof of your moral integrity, since it is the proof and the result of your loyalty to the achievement of your values.
Contradictions do not exist. Whenever you think that you are facing a contradiction, check your premises. You will find that one of them is wrong.
Do not ever say that the desire to “do good” by force is a good motive. Neither power-lust nor stupidity are good motives.
Government “help” to business is just as disastrous as government persecution... the only way a government can be of service to national prosperity is by keeping its hands off.
Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one’s values.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it's yours. But to win it requires total dedication and a total break with the world of your past, with the doctrine that man is a sacrificial animal who exists for the pleasure of others. Fight for the value of your person. Fight for the virtue of your pride. Fight for the essence, which is man, for his sovereign rational mind. Fight with the radiant certainty and the absolute rectitude of knowing that yours is the morality of life and yours is the battle for any achievement, any value, any grandeur, any goodness, any joy that has ever existed on this earth.
I swear by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine.
“Rights” are a moral concept — the concept that provides a logical transition from the principles guiding an individual’s actions to the principles guiding his relationship with others — the concept that preserves and protects individual morality in a social context — the link between the moral code of a man and the legal code of a society, between ethics and politics. Individual rights are the means of subordinating society to moral law.
Money demands that you sell, not your weakness to men’s stupidity, but your talent to their reason; it demands that you buy, not the shoddiest they offer, but the best that your money can find. And when men live by trade — with reason, not force, as their final arbiter — it is the best product that wins, the best performance, the man of best judgment and highest ability — and the degree of a man’s productiveness is the degree of his reward. This is the code of existence whose tool and symbol is money. Is this what you consider evil?
Watch money. Money is the barometer of a society’s virtue. When you see that trading is done, not by consent, but by compulsion — when you see that in order to produce, you need to obtain permission from men who produce nothing — when you see that money is flowing to those who deal, not in goods, but in favors — when you see that men get richer by graft and by pull than by work, and your laws don’t protect you against them, but protect them against you — when you see corruption being rewarded and honesty becoming a self-sacrifice — you may know that your society is doomed. Money is so noble a medium that is does not compete with guns and it does not make terms with brutality. It will not permit a country to survive as half-property, half-loot.
Potentially, a government is the most dangerous threat to man’s rights: it holds a legal monopoly on the use of physical force against legally disarmed victims. When unlimited and unrestricted by individual rights, a government is men’s deadliest enemy. It is not as protection against private actions, but against governmental actions that the Bill of Rights was written.
Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another — their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.
So you think that money is the root of all evil? ... Have you ever asked what is the root of money? Money is a tool of exchange, which can’t exist unless there are goods produced and men able to produce them. Money is the material shape of the principle that men who wish to deal with one another must deal by trade and give value for value. Money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim your product by tears, or of the looters, who take it from you by force. Money is made possible only by the men who produce. Is this what you consider evil?
The purpose of morality is to teach you, not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live.
The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights, cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.
To say “I love you” one must know first how to say the “I.”
But you say that money is made by the strong at the expense of the weak? What strength do you mean? It is not the strength of guns or muscles. Wealth is the product of man’s capacity to think. Then is money made by the man who invents a motor at the expense of those who did not invent it? Is money made by the intelligent at the expense of the fools? By the able at the expense of the incompetent? By the ambitious at the expense of the lazy? Money is made — before it can be looted or mooched — made by the effort of every honest man, each to the extent of his ability. An honest man is one who knows that he can’t consume more than he has produced.
—Ayn Rand  from aynrandquotes.com

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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Fay çe que vouldras - Rise of the Zombie Empire

Rise of the Zombie Empire




We know that the phrase "Fay çe que vouldras" - "Do What Thou Wilt" from the French philosopher Rabelais,  was the basis for the Thelemic doctrine-Do What Thou Wilt Shall be the Whole of the Law,  of... here it comes- Aleister Crowley. Thelema calls Rabelais "a French priest and occult student," but he is usually historically treated as a Christian humanist philosopher. Crowley recommended studying the work of Rabelais to his students, so naturally Thelemites would not want to use the "C" word when writing about their own history. I doubt that Rabelais ever meant for this quote to be used in the way Crowley adhered to it. Crowley apologists will say that he meant it in the highest, divine-will way, even though it seeped into the collective incrementally as a way that justifies any cruelty, immorality or self-serving ends.
All my roads, when speaking of the collapse of humanity after 1935  anyway, lead back to Crowley. 


I've a limited number of ideas, people, and I will be using them over and over again.
The spelling voodoo is specific to the Haitian Creole vodou, which may be related to vouldras, as in the French version of thou wilt; or related to the African Vodun tribe and religion or all of these, as befits anything occult, because occultism is based on correspondences. The spelling "voodoo" has come to be associated with the particular style of the religion developed by Haitian and African slaves in Louisiana in the 1700s. I have been told numerous times, that my irrational fear of voodoo, vodou or vodoun depending on which diaspora you go with, is racist, because these are just different religious beliefs in the giant pool of beautiful all-one religious beliefs that make up our oneness world. I want to clarify that I don't find voodoo scary in a scary racist way, but in a scary witchcraft, please-don't-hex-me way.
Vodou is how zombies are made, the word zombie being a way to describe a living dead creature, created via powerful poison that can bring on an apparant state of death, along with the oxygen deprivation leading to brain damage from being drugged and then buried alive. Their will becomes subservient to the will of the person who created them through these means: the zombie master. Is it just the neurobiology that creates the zombie, rather than the sorcery and hypnotism to which only superstitious yokels subscribe? OF COURSE NOT, HAVEN'T YOU READ THIS BLOG BEFORE? This is the 21st century; it's both.

The Center for Disease Control is taking the zombie apocalypse as seriously as any other whipped up hysterical pandemic they have been party to. It doesn't get much better than this naturalnews.com article by Mike Adams:  CDC warns Americans to prepare for zombie apocalypse (really):

Some of the strategies include preparing all your "important documents" such as your passport and birth certificate. This is obviously based on the idea that you are going to be relocated and will probably end up as a refugee of some sort (in a FEMA camp, no doubt). So remember to bring your birth certificate. Of course, if you don't actually have a birth certificate, you can always use Photoshop to create one from a collage of random scanned documents and no one will notice the difference these days. Not even the mainstream media.


Of Monsters & Metaphors

When the second (first was in 1932) wave zombie movie hit in the late 60s, as in George Romero's Night of the Living Dead (1968), images such as zombies swarming in a shopping mall where treated as a metaphor for mindless suburban consumerism and other social commentary:
The overstated allegorical content of Romero's post-Night of the Living Dead pictures suggests that the first film's subtle, much-discussed "social commentary" was cooked up by critics. Romero, for one, has long insisted that Night of the Living Dead was designed as a horror-driven metaphor for America's collapsing social order. And he's never really shied away from the position that a black man was cast as the nominal hero, mainly so he could take a bullet from white authority figures who size him up as just another expendable zombie.--from article by Paul Tatara

 Allegory/Schmalagory

How similar to today's movies and video games, such as The Walking Dead:A TellTale Games Series that get everyone used to the idea of mowing down hordes of raggedy-ass, gaunt, filth husks of expendable poor people zombies.


The CDC has official materials for zombie attack preparedness.
This poster,  however, is not one of them.



Get Thee to a FEMA Camp 

And Adams writes in a related article: CDC's zombie apocalypse propaganda positions vaccines as savior; citizens as helpless, disarmed victims in FEMA camps:
The CDC has released a new zombie apocalypse preparedness campaign, and at one level, it almost begins to be useful. The "Preparedness 101 Zombie Apocalypse" novella is viewable online, connecting with the public through a pop culture theme -- zombies -- that has experienced a strong resurgence over the last few years.

Excerpts from  Natural News articles by Mike Adams:

CDC: Do not defend yourself against the attacking zombies

One thing the CDC has utterly left out of its preparedness list, not surprisingly, is any kind of self defense weapon. Zombie lore is rife with all kinds of weapons: shotguns, chain saws, flamethrowers, swords and knives. Hand grenades, explosives and rockets are also prominently featured in zombie flicks. These weapons are usually what save the movie characters from being overrun by marauding zombies.

But the CDC says nothing about weapons. Not even a basic combat knife or a 22 pistol to keep handy. I guess the idea of people preparing for emergencies with some citizen weaponry isn't something the government wants to encourage, huh? Just be sure to have your papers in order but not your personal safety.

Instead, the CDC says it will save you. "Never Fear - CDC is Ready!" it says. It goes on to explain:

CDC would provide technical assistance to cities, states, or international partners dealing with a zombie infestation. This assistance might include consultation, lab testing and analysis, patient management and care, tracking of contacts, and infection control (including isolation and quarantine).

"Infection control" means arrested infected people at gunpoint and moving them into "infection zones" where everybody is infected and anyone who tries to flee is shot. That's how a quarantine actually works, in case you didn't know. Ask the CDC yourself if you don't believe me.

How to get yourself killed? Follow the CDC

So here's the CDC's advice so far. If there's a zombie apocalypse, then according to the CDC you're supposed to evacuate with your prescription medications and your birth certificate, then head out into the zombie-infested world without a weapon? And then somehow you're supposed to magically survive a zombie assault long enough for the CDC to come quarantine you and your neighbors because you've probably already been exposed since you were totally defenseless.

Gee, is there any doubt this is a government plan? Don't protect yourself, folks, the government will save you! Grab your passport (they'll be checking your papers at police checkpoints) and remember your meds (because that will keep you docile and suggestible), but don't bring anything like a 45-caliber Glock pistol that might actually help you fend off the zombies. Or a pump action Remington 12 gauge with a couple hundred extra rounds of home defense shells. Seriously, you can't have a zombie invasion without a 12 gauge shotgun being involved, can ya? Or some 40mm grenade launchers. That's how you really take out a bunch of zombies. At least that's how it works in Hollywood.

If you're in a city where you're not allowed to own firearms, you can always try to fight off the zombies with golf clubs. That never works out very well in the zombie movies, however. Just so you know.
Learn more: http://www.naturalnews.com/032454_zombie_apocalypse_cdc.html#ixzz2I6OYYtVg


Addendum 2016: You Tube video by K.J. Ozborne
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More Addendum 2016:
although from 2008, this article from Religion News Blog,
explains much more:
http://www.religionnewsblog.com/21050

New head of voodoo brings on the charm Saturday April 5, 2008
PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti: The goat tethered to a tree outside of Max Beauvoir’s home is doomed.

Beauvoir, tall and majestic with closely cropped white hair, is a voodoo priest who was just named the religion’s supreme master, a newly created position that is aimed at reviving voodoo.

His grand residence on the outskirts of the Haitian capital serves as a voodoo temple for practitioners and a late-night hangout for those paying customers eager to take in an exotic evening of spiritual awakening.



Called the Peristyle de Mariani, it is where Beauvoir and his followers dance around a giant totem to the beat of drums. It is where they light bonfires to summon the spirits. And it is where they drain the blood of animals like that scrawny white goat to, among other things, heal the sick.

On a recent night, Haiti’s voodooists convened for a special ceremony. With music blaring and devotees dancing with all their might, two children threw white rose petals on a red carpet. Then along came Beauvoir.

Popular in Haiti even among many of those who attend Christian churches, voodoo lacks the formal hierarchy of other religions. Most voodoo priests, known as houngans, operate semi-independently, catering to their followers without a whole lot of structure.

But many of Haiti’s houngans recently came together into a national federation and named Beauvoir, 72, as their public face. He is now the spokesman for a religion that followers believe too often gets a bad rap and is in dire need of an image overhaul. (Think “voodoo economics.”) Even before he got the job, Beauvoir was a voodoo promoter extraordinaire. With his own Web site, www.vodou.org, and a following among foreigners intrigued by voodoo, Beauvoir is criticized by some purists as too much of a showman.

“My position as supreme chief in voodoo was born out of a controversy,” Beauvoir said, explaining how Haiti’s elite have marginalized the houngans that generations ago wielded significant influence in society. “Today, voodooists are at the bottom of society. They are virtually all illiterate. They are poor. They are hungry. You have people who are eating mud, and I don’t mean that as a figure of speech.”

Beauvoir, a doctor’s son who was not particularly interested in spiritual matters in his youth, left Haiti in the mid-1950s for the City College of New York, where he studied chemistry. Then he went off to the Sorbonne for graduate study in biochemistry. After various jobs in the New York area, he returned to Haiti in the early 1970s to conduct experiments on traditional herbal remedies.

It was then that voodoo called.

His nonagenarian grandfather was dying and the entire extended family had gathered around his bed. Before he went, though, the old man pointed at Beauvoir and ordered him to take over his duties as a voodoo priest.

Beauvoir said he was taken aback. He did not know the man well and could not understand why he had been selected from the 20 or so other family members in the room. And he knew almost nothing about voodoo.

But that was decades ago. Beauvoir has devoted the rest of his life to studying the religion, a mix of Christianity (introduced by slaves to mask their paganism from their masters) and animism that traces its origins to West Africa, which is also where Haitians, descendants of slaves, originated. The more he learns about voodoo, Beauvoir said, the more convinced he is that it can, and should, play a role in resolving Haiti’s problems, especially given the religion’s reach among the most disenfranchised people.

As it is now, he said, the government seeks the input of Catholic and Protestant leaders when grappling with societal issues. “But do they call for the input of the voodooists?” he asked, shaking his head.

Haiti has long been a battleground for Christian missionaries who view voodoo as devil worship and work tirelessly to convert the population to Christ. Voodoo also has one god, modeled on God of the Christian Bible, but it incorporates pagan elements that make Christians uneasy: casting spells and catering to spirits that are seen as the major forces of the universe.

To turn things around, Haiti’s voodooists decided they needed to organize themselves and confront voodoo-bashing head on.

“We decided to come together and form a new voodoo structure,” Beauvoir said. “We Haitians want to move forward in life. We need to find our identity again, and voodoo is our identity. It’s part of our collective personality. We feel the government we have is relying too much on foreigners to fill their pockets.”

Voodoo and politics have long been intertwined in Haiti, with some past leaders reaching out to voodooists as a way of burnishing their populist credentials. Beauvoir has himself been linked with Franc,ois Duvalier, or Baby Doc, the dictator who fled the country in 1986 after a popular uprising against him. And Beauvoir opposed Jean-Bertrand Aristide’s rule, becoming a hated figure among loyalists of the former Catholic priest.

In “The Rainy Season,” her book on Haiti, Amy Wilentz portrays Beauvoir as an opportunist who preys upon his people and has “the oily manner of a man whom you wouldn’t want to leave alone with your money or your child.”

Beauvoir waves off such criticism. He acknowledges that he received death threats from political opponents in the mid-1990s and was worried enough about his safety – and that of his wife and two daughters – that he fled Haiti for the United States. He settled in Washington, D.C., where he continued with voodoo ceremonies from his apartment not far from the White House. Recently, though, he returned home and wasted no time in grabbing the voodoo spotlight.

Speaking of the current crop of political leaders, Beauvoir is as harsh as some are about him.

“They have been seduced by Western attitudes,” he said of current leaders. “They believe foreigners think that way so they have to think that way. They fear that if they don’t oppose voodoo, they won’t get a dime in their bowl.”

The movie industry is another focus of Beauvoir’s wrath. And he speaks as something of an insider, having helped the anthropologist Wade Davis with his investigation of voodoo, which first became a book, “The Serpent and the Rainbow,” and later a Hollywood movie.

On the big screen, zombies are scary monsters, Beauvoir complained, and not the carefully controlled subjects of voodoo science that he believes them to be.


“The voice of Hollywood has grown beyond the border of the United States,” he said. “It’s everywhere. The voice of Max Beauvoir is very small compared to that.”

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

The Talented Mr. Crowley



The Talented Mr. Crowley

 After I began the draft of this post entitled the Talented Mr. Crowley, another blogger John Rappaport commented on Lady Gaga's unusual (read that as repugnant), video, which I do not recommend watching, to promote her perfume-does it really matter what it is called? It came to light, that, as Rappaport writes:
... the production designer of Dark Knight Rises, Nathan Crowley, is related to the infamous British black-magic legend, Aleister Crowley, who was sometimes called The Great Beast 666.
In an interview with The Art Newspaper, Nathan said, "Yes, Aleister Crowley is a direct relative, he's my grandfather's cousin, but we were never allowed to even mention his name because we were a very Quaker family."
Nathan is also the production designer of Lady Gaga's video ad for her Perfume, Fame.
In terms of "the dark side," the full 5:41 version of the video-ad makes Dark Knight Rises look like a Disney cartoon by comparison.
If one thinks that it is a coincidence that a blood relative of Aleister Crowley is responsible for the hideous, hellish imagery of the two productions, they are forgetting two similar concepts from both the esoteric and psychological perspectives. Occultism has insight into what would be called the generational curse -"the sins of the fathers" and has some parallel to the Jungian concept of, not just collective ancestral memory, but also of a personal unconscious that is inherited from previous generations. I have mentioned, probably too many times, that writers and social commentators, alternative and mainstream , acknowledge the influence of Aleister Crowley on contemporary belief systems and culture, admitting that he was a  drug addict, black magician and licentious bounder, but will not go so far as to admit definitively that pedophilia, satanism and sadism were surely in his repertoire, as obvious as these factors seem to anyone who has read biographical accounts of his life. Although never accused legally of being a murderer or a rapist, I am sure that he was, and he appears to have driven  many around him to suicide and insanity. Of course with a reputation like that, the world would surely quickly beat a path to the door of his legacy, exalting him as a towering intellectual giant of the 20th Century. The international organizations: O.T.O. and Thelema support, archive, teach and disseminate his writing, research and biography. To them he is a genius, a brilliant philosopher, magician with a k and role-model for Individuation.


Victorian Spiritualists at Work

Did I say Individuation? Because another towering genius of the 20th Century, and a contemporary of Crowley, invented that term and concept and many others that have great crossover potential along the psychology/occultism continuum. Jung is largely thought to be responsible for integrating spirituality and metaphysics into the field of psychology, mostly through his extensive research and writing on cross-cultural religious and mythological symbols. This union of rational and intuitive was brought into the mainstream as a tool for finding inner meaning which, it could be said, gave rise to the self-help movement that we see arrayed before us today. So, although Freud pioneered dream interpretation, Jung is the real father of depth psychology, and ironically, at the same time helped launch the most superficial of pop psychologies. It would be more accurate to say that Jung's suppositions regarding the supernatural and the collective unconsciousness allowed occultism to be accepted among the general public, and with the same Victorian flavored spiritualism, with which Blavatsky initially created the new age movement with which we are currently being inundated.







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Strymon basilides ;
No relation to the Gnostic theologian.
Thelemaic scholars have been avid in pointing out the intellectual, experiential and philosophical similarity between Jung's and Crowley's work:



Jung channeled Basilides, Crowley channeled Aiwass; Jung studied Gnosticism, Crowley studied Gnosticism. Crowley has been credited with helping to liberate mankind (us) from religious repression (only to replace it with Crowleyanity - a religion exalting him- oh yes, yes, I know it was only a joke to toy with the uptight...), especially that of Christian morality.  Jung liberated mankind from the repression of Victorian thinking about sexuality and duty. Crowley had intellectual disdain for the Judeo/Christian paradigm, while using the esoteric workings of kabbalistic ceremonial magic and subverted Christian symbolism from the masonic cults.  Jung studied the Kaballah and tarot. Like Jung, Crowley studied cross-cultural symbolism, using it to develop the Thoth tarot, (after making sure via the Golden Dawn that the tarot would correspond with the type of kabbalistic "magic with a k" he hoped to master). Even though Jung was raised Christian, there is no real evidence that Jung believed in God or had any tendencies toward the path of Jesus Christ.


Individuation has drawn comparisons to Crowley's occult philosophy dictum "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law"-
 True Will, the ultimate spiritual core or quintessence of each person, which has a divinely self-ordained path through the world of experience. "Do what thou wilt" refers not to the outer emotional and intellectual self but to this sacred inner core of personal divinity. Often will is contrasted with whim, and the knowing and doing of the True Will is painted not in terms of license and ease but of responsibility and hard work. 
-- from the website of author Tim Maroney
- in that the  the personal will has a drive to discover one's true nature, which for the occultist is the true nature of their individual power. This, along with the concepts of projection (Freud) and the shadow make it possible to refute the idea of an objective demonic realm seen outside of the individual's inner world with respect to symbolic and archetypal association. It coincides with the notion that individual power, or in the Jungian case, transformation, resides in the ability to unleash the true will. The occultist achieves this through ritual workings, in transpersonal  psychology through techniques such as active imagination, "dreamwork" and archetypal therapy.
The implication of drawing these similarities seems to be: That because Carl Jung was a respected pioneer of, first psychoanalysis, later depth psychology, expressive arts therapies and other innovative modalities that have become absorbed into mainstream psychology, that somehow Crowley's perverted, self-absorbed and deceitful oeuvre must also be good because of the similarities in their interests. A kind of syncretism by association.

 Good Fairy/Bad Faery

 We, who have ever had an interest in psychology, are taught right off the bat that Freud founded psychoanalysis, and Jung, one of his greatest students split from him because of Freud's disapproval of Jung's interest in mysticism. Jung did not totally embrace the idea of sexual repression as the basic foundation of psychoanalysis  seeing it as too limiting and restrictive, so the story of the rift has gone. Maybe; maybe not.

Freud as the anti-mystic never made any sense to me for several reasons, one of them being that he introduced dream interpretation to the field of psychology, and also because I saw his touring art collection in the 80s. He collected antiquities- Roman, Greek, Persian, African artifacts and icons-he had the Baboon of Thoth in his collection.




In the director's commentary on the DVD of  A Dangerous Method, based on the true life story of the relationship between Jung and Freud (people wrote letters continuously in those days), David Cronenberg says that he wanted to disturb the stereotypes of Freud and Jung. He certainly disturbs the ideas that people have about their personalities and relationships.
Contrary to the image of the stern, rigid formalist  Freud, we see a (from the literature of the time)  "masculine, charming and witty" doctor, played by Viggo Mortensen. Freud comes off as warm, family oriented (big family dinners) and ethnic. It is Jung who appears cold and emotionally stilted. Freud forthrightly states that he wants psychoanalysis to be taken seriously by the scientific community, and Cronenberg comments that his fear was that it would be seen as another Jewish mystical movement. Jung has an S & M affair with his (severely disturbed) patient, Sabina Speilrein, but denies it when she goes to Freud for mediation, then tries to refuse to take money from her so that he can say she wasn't really his patient.That comes off as petty. Speilrein eventually becomes Freud's patient. In the commentary Cronenberg says that Jung wrote that he was sure they were having an affair, and that he was also sure Freud had had an affair with his sister-in-law. Since there is no evidence of this anywhere, especially in the totally candid writings of Speilrein, Cronenberg offers his opinion that Jung may have been fishing for some moral high ground with Freud. Speilrein is eventually cured, goes on to become a normal person and becomes a psychoanalyst herself. Jung never mentions her anywhere in his books or interviews, yet Freud, in his writing, gives her credit for major contributions in defining and developing the field of psychoanalysis. So could it be that Freud was not merely an uptight moralist, but instead a deeply moral person? For some reason people just can't seem to wrap their minds around that. Of  course the movie publicity and graphics make it look like a woman torn between two men.