The Physics of
Brain-Function, revisited:
Previously, we visited the laboratories of
neurological science, to discover that 'normal'
consciousness in (ordinary, untrained) humans who
inhabit the world-dream, is the equivalent of a
state of 'high alert'. Beta-waves predominate, to
the exclusion of Alpha-waves; and the left
hemisphere of the brain dominates the right one.
I have drawn upon these metaphors to illustrate a
simple point; which is, that the normal state of
the human Being is that of paranoia.
World-Dream Inhabitants Paranoid,
Reactive:
Various 'masters' and teachers have advocated
'relaxation', but who can relax? Yoga instructs,
but who understands the conditioned base-state
into which Yoga would intrude? Who among us can
grasp the magnitude of our frenzied state of
'normal'?
In our paranoia, streams of images stutter past,
glimpsed only in hair-raising moments provided by
momentary lapses of self-hypnosis; only in
nightmares is the 'normal' state of human affairs
portrayed with utter honesty. And such is our
denial, that mass violence, meaning wars and
riots erupt 'unexpectedly', from the fertile soil
of continual alarm and reactivity. World-dream
affairs demand taking expensive and exorbitant
risks, a girding of the loins of vulnerability
with the armor of insensitivity. Given this
continual battle for supremacy, who is not a
casualty? Who has not taken aggressive action
upon the helpless, in a moment of defensive
reaction?
We all wish (it seems) for a world of love and
kindness, but who of us has purged this frenetic
scanning? Is not the taking of offense expected,
and is not the harbor of resentment, the human
breast? Is not the compacted misery of the ages,
coiled and ready to spring forth, to snap
cobra-like, at the least hint of provocation? Is
not our alarm-threshold set to minimal, so as to
open our eyes at the slightest whisper of danger?
And is this not the way it has always been?
Civilization, Ha!
Our veneer of culture, our learned and practiced
ways of civilization, dispel like a fart in a
hurricane, if the legions of the 'enemy' are
imagined to be ranking against us. Our pitiful
attempts to regulate our own individual personal
energies, to master our emotions and the
reactions to which they are assigned, to thus
bring the peace which we crave, having no basis
in practice, fall like the prices of last year's
PCs. And like those PCs, lock up and crash, for
the operating system therein is a pathetic
kludge, a mishmash of superstition compiled from
the very worst of the consensus-reality called
the world-dream. Nowhere in the dream is a hint
of what will disassemble it, no escape hatches
are signed, no detours are allowed; suffer one,
and suffer all, and woe unto one who dares set
foot into reality, for that one shall feel the
wrath of the standard-bearers of the world-dream.
These words are meant to stimulate you to
feel your alarm, to sense your boundaries |
Dominance and subordination
are forced, taught, learned most early in life,
and enforced throughout; and those who cannot
'make the grade' in the 'school of hard knocks'
are relegated to the has-bin, disposable except
in the hands of the rare saint, Mother Teresa and
her ilk. Human compassion does exist, but it is
seldom extended to humans, only to imagined
images of the 'better future' which our obedience
is proposed to buy. We think we can afford to
make this expenditure of sacrifice of today for a
'better tomorrow', yet in reality, without the
love and pleasure of today, our account is at
zero. Idealists write checks and expect others to
cash them!
Transactions, Values, and Expectation:
Agreement is the enacting of transaction, and
result is expected; those who read this, may
expect an outcome which 'repays' the effort
extended in the reading. And the writer, he may
expect the agreement that his efforts of writing
such diatribe, be somehow 'repaid' as a shift of
understanding in those who read.
Similarly, we have agreements with and
expectations of ourselves, but from whence have
arisen these values? How is it that we are
saddled with this burden of moral righteousness,
and carry it proudly? What is guilt?
These words are meant to stimulate you to feel
your alarm, to sense your boundaries, to be able
to know the shape of the maze of criteria which
serve as your map of the world-dream, and
further, to lead you to question how ordinary are
such thoughts and reactions, and now deeply we
bury them.
What are the consequences of burying our fears?
What will we do, if our expectations of ourselves
and others are not only unmet, but also then
denied, covered over with every available
rationalization? Do those buried still stir,
shambling about in their subterranean vaults of
forced separation? What price do we pay, for
enacting the scripts of the world-dream, as we
turn our backs on our own nature, to thus 'fit
in' to a system which is certain to devour us?
***
Is it any wonder that we are paranoid?
***
World-Dream v.2000
Our involuntary shift of attention
At dangers signal, real or imagined
Gives rise to projection
Gives rise to protection
Futile though it is
In the face of death
Is the reaction
Which underlies every breath
Unless and until
We own our own denial
We own our own mortality
We own our own morality
Delusions abide
In unexamined mind
Polished exterior shines
While cowers the unlearned within
Nightmare reality
Leave me alone
Give me peace
respect my frailty
How can I glimpse day
Apart from my own darkness?
How can I have peace
When I contain my own violence?
It is exceedingly easy to tell
Others what to do
If it has no word
To apply to myself
No insight mars my demeanor
I am as good as the best
As the best I naturally reign
Let not another covet my throne
Judged in this contest
I must support my judges
Least 'til I win
Thus to take their places
Then to rule justly
But to make sure
Those others
Do not have it too easy
For I suffered up the climb
Thorns and battle did I endure
To top ranking ape
So not a care to have
Asleep at last
All agreements aborted
For who can contest me
In my winning?
Peace is at finally mine
As the vanquished toil
To offer me fealty
Which I may accept
Only if such offerings
Contain the blood of suffering
Will such be gold to me
As such gold I have paid
To attain this rank
Whereby I control what thoughts
And words might mean
Or not, at my whim
Thus to govern others
From the inside
To implant my own values
As I have learned,
Even as I now pluck forth
From my own breast
Those arrows I bore
As badge of rank of seeker,
Now it is their turn to suffer
As I fire these ancient arrows
Which they gladly accept,
Awarded by my grace...
***
X: The Unknown
Last word:
If 'normal' is paranoid, it is no wonder that we
can 'tip over' so easily, into 'frank paranoia',
to inhabit a true living nightmare.
If 'normal' is paranoid, what lies beneath that
level of agitated alertness? Is there an inner
realm, in which peace and love prevail, beyond
that of mere hoped and imagined?
The answer is this: To experience the 'regular
old world' in a brainwave state of Alpha, is to
see not the world-dream, but to instead see and
feel our own living tender flesh, to care for
ourselves, to have compassion for oneself. Only
then are we able to have compassion for another;
only then can our desire for a 'better world'
come to pass in the flesh.
Relaxation is good, but know what you are
relaxing 'from'. Make this relaxation your way of
Being, and soon enough, the annoying and/or
deadly foibles of human social consensus-reality
will be seen as what they are; mere noise in a
vast system. You were born to master this system.
Ideologies, criteria, and methods of attainment
conceal our suffering; do not try to awaken from
the dream of another, but instead, awaken to the
dream which is your own. If you live to solve the
problems of the world, you betray yourself; a
world of those living in betrayal of themselves,
certainly has problems aplenty.
Rescue the world by rescuing yourself; rescue
yourself from the world-dream by awakening to it,
rather than from it. If you do not enjoy the tune
the piper is playing, simply stop paying, and he
will go away.
Identity is grounded in habit; specifically, in
the habits of evaluation which we are exampled by
our parents, as our parents were exampled by
their parents, into the mists of history.
Identity will evaporate like morning fog, if the
chill of self-protection is dispelled by the
light of awareness. A better world is ours
already, unseen beneath the clamor and chaos of
competitive strivings.
"The meek shall inherit the Urth"
Part One: transmitting
our corporate experience as the attractive
pheromone which materializes the Other Ideal
Dancer
Part Two: The Left Is Running
Away: A brief treatise on hemispherical
dominance, immunity, and survival
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