Friday, May 30, 2008

BLUES MEMOIR & FULL REPORT: Useless Tales

"What landed you in New Zealand?"

I've taken a position as a not-so-noted solicitor in the Wellington area. I'll be looking around to play some piano - always an iffy proposition...so much so that I just sort of wait and see and try to fall into something naturally. For me, the days of begging some money-grubbing bar owner for a gig in his booze palace were over long ago. This, of course, means I don't play that much. But...then I'm not out to prove anything or try to become "famous." I'm sort of an invisible and ambivalent bottom-feeder, content with my own rambling and researching of things. If someone wants to hear me though, I'll usually play and sing. Every once in a while someone finds my website and gives me a holler.

I read some of the narrative below on Bobby Radcliff, et al. Having grown up in DC, I remember Bobby well at the Top 'o the Foolery, the Rogue and Jar, and Cousin Nick's down on 13th Street. I sat in with him at the Rogue and Jar. Not long after he moved to NYC. I used to hang around with Big Chief Ellis when he was living over in SE. We'd go to each other's gig. He sold me his Fender Rhodes 88. That was when Bowling Green John Cephas and Phil Wiggins were just getting established and they would hang out with the Chief too. In '78 I moved to New Orleans to try and finish my undergraduate degree at Loyola U. My ulterior motive of course was to play and hang out in the juke joints. I did get a regular gig at an outisde place on Decatur St. called the Gazebo. And Tipitina's called one day in 1980 and asked me to open for John Lee Hooker. That was a highlight in my otherwise lackluster career as a blues piano player and singer. I went to Chicago after that and hung around at BLUES on Halsted mostly. There I met some fading heavyweights and sat in occasionally.

But I soon returned to DC late in '81. Lovey Lee, Jr. (the late Lee Rosenblitt) asked me to join him in throwing together a group. At first we called it The Honeydrippers, and later it was called Lovey Lee's Blues Revue. We played at a few places around town, but it wasn't anything to write home about, especially when you're already home. But we did record some tunes, which I have preserved on my website. I also did a brief stint with Little Red and the Renegades. Little Red (Tom Corradino) is a good man.

I went on to law school in Baltimore, then went into the Army as a JAG officer, got out in '91 and moved outside of Santa Fe for about a year and a half. There I played at a few spots around town and actually gained some short-lived notoriety. Then again, I returned to DC in '94, only to leave in early '95 for Korea. I had gotten it into my head that I wanted to be a writer and teaching might grant me the time and provide the means to stay alive long enough to do some scribbling. (I've since transcibed and added to the lot of writing I started over there - and even before - into three or four blogs.)

So, I took a job teaching ESL for a couple of years in a university over there in Korea. I got it in my head that I might just become an itinerant English teacher, taking assorted jobs here and there around the world. On my first vacation I flew down to Cairns, in Queensland, Australia. I had heard of an American guy who liked blues and lived in nearby Port Douglas. So I looked him up and discovered he owned a pub, bottle shop, bistro, motel...AND he did love blues. I was soon playing happy hours at his bistro five nights a week. And he called me again around the time my teaching contract was up and induced me to do another run down there. It is a lovely place, Port Douglas.

But my roving days were numbered. I had met a good woman in Korea who would "Catch the Coon at Last." (Memphis Slim) I tried to run - went first to Istanbul, then to Saudi Arabia (following in the footsteps of the French Foreign Legion) - but the pull was just too strong and this lifelong bachelor finally fell into the marriage bin in the Spring of '98.

Already a refugee from the law, I started getting interested in consciousness and esoteric traditions and decided to enroll in a course of studies online at the California Institute of Integral Studies in SF. Again I was back in Korea then, at a different university, and trying to get my wife back into the US with me, as I had to do some coursework in San Francisco. She was finally able to join me in SF and we spent our time there essentially in pauperdom while I finished my doctoral coursework. I was playing less and less. It seemed no one was much interested in traditional Chicago blues and the rest of what I had to offer. Eventually, as ever, I migrated back to DC and decided to stop resisting and tried to make a go at doing some law. As luck would have it, I became the perenial piano player for the IMF at their annual International Photographic Society exhibition. This was my only regular paying gig over the past 5-6 years, although I occasionally did impromptu gigs in Easton, often accompanied by brother Fred (Fast Fingers Freddy) on drums. During this time I also tried getting something going with Johnny Tickton, and we did some gigs at Clyde's in Chevy Chase (in my old neighborhood, Friendship Heights) and a few other places, but somehow it just didn't "take." To keep body and soul together I opened a title company and cashed in on the real estate boom until that petered out. But I did finish writing my dissertation and my doctorate in Humanities was conferred in May 2006. The title of my dissertation? - The Odyssey of the Western Legal Tradition - Integral Jurisprudence: Toward the Self-Transcendence of Deficient Mental Legal Culture. (Somewhat autobiographical yet forwarding-looking, and in compensation perhaps for years resisting the law, it essentially is about law and consciousness.)

As things began their slow financial demise in the states, I looked elsehwere and found this new gig in New Zealand. We shall see where it all goes from here. I might try to make the Manawatu International Jazz & Blues Festival going on this weekend in Palmerston, NZ. At any rate, life is a great big adventure when you're out and about as I am once again (wife to join me after some months) - and it's a whole lot better than the past year or so, when life seemed like a shit sandwich and every day I had to take another bite...Aren't you gald you asked what landed me here?

I guess I'm either bored shitless, homesick, or in the mood to tell a sordid and useless tale.

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Ok, I'm finally set up at home so I can now give you a full report.

The flight here was the longest I've ever been on in my life. It seemed like two nights passed and I lost a day when I crossed over the international dateline. Left LA around 10PM on Tuesday evening and arrived in Wellington at 10AM Thurs. At least the plane wasn't very full and there was no one in the two seats next to me so I could stretch out a little. But it was grueling and I didn't sleep much (the pills a friend gave me didn't do much of anything). Clearing customs in Auckland was a breeze, but they lost my checked bags. And I'm sorry to report that when they delivered them, my big leather suitcase was ripped all along the top. I wouldn't be surprised if it had dry-rotted a little over the years. Luckily though, nothing seems to have fallen out.

The husband of my new business partner met me at the Wellington airport. I liked him right away. He was kind of tall, thin and unshaven - reminded me of my buddy in Australia, Stephen Philpot - scruffy and friendly. He turned out to be a great guy (he makes organic apple juice and cider vinegar). Anyway, I opened a bank account right away and picked up the key to my new place from the rental agency. The three of us had dinner that evening. You can often bring your own wine or beer to restaurants here and we had a couple of bottles of NZ wine, which was tasty and hit the spot.

I rested up on Friday, though I took the train to Wellington that day ($3 each way/ 20 minutes away) to apply for the equivalent of a SSN. Taxes in my income bracket ($60K) are 33%. No wonder people here seem kind of poor. Still, though somewhat shabby in appearance, the folks I've run into so far are mannerly and kind. There are virtually no black folks. You can detect quite a pervasive Maori presence however. There is even a Maori TV station where they speak their own language. The first closing I sat in on was for a Maori couple. I guess there are a lot of mixed-bloods - whatever.

The new pad is kind of drab and dark, but it'll do until I get my bearings. There are two couches, a TV, a kitchen table with four chairs and small kitchen with most everything needed for cooking and eating. There's a full bath downstairs and upstairs there's only a shower (weird, it should be a toilet) There's a queen size bed and a single bed upstairs with a dresser. Two closets and vacuum cleaner. How's that for a rundown? The apartment is one in a series of apartments all under one roof in a two-story building.

In the morning I leave my little cage and walk to work - one block to the Melling train station (end of the line), then right, across the bridge that spans the Hutt River, and then right again onto a walking path that is atop a levee. It's about a four or five block walk and very pleasant. I can hear strange birds nattering in the trees along the riverbank and I don't have to dodge cars. My building is about five stories. My office is on the third floor. My partner, Martha Hu, owns the whole 3rd floor. She rents out part of it the Hutt City Council and part to a locally famous psychic and Pilates person (which just happened after I got here). There are lots of restaurants and bars and stores of all kinds, all within walking distance. You don't really need a bus. And if I need to go into the big city, the train is very convenient. In sum, it has all worked out very nicely.

Our office space is HUGE, very roomy. My office is in the corner, front, and I have a couple of windows. It's all set up with a computer and everything. Martha and her husband Tim invited me to their farm and picked me up Saturday morning after stopping at the farmer's market (where I had been earlier). There's a huge farmer's market just on the other side of the river from me every Saturday morning until about 2PM - lots of fresh veggies and fruit and other stuff. It's great!

Their farm is located up a very narrow, zig-zaggy road and is nestled among some big rolling hills. It's really quite beautiful and quiet there. They've only been there for about a year and a half. So they're still getting it organized. Tim was planning on planting about 150 apple trees and asked if I wanted to give him a hand. So, about 48 hours after arriving, I'm out in this field boring holes with one of those twirlybirds, each of them two meters apart from the next. It was actually invigorating to do something active after being a slug, more-or-less for so long. I had brought two bottles of wine with me. Martha made dinner while I played their piano. In short, it seems like we are already good friends who have known each other for a long time. The next morning we finished up the hole boring and they took me back to my place. As my ulterior motive is to eventually have my own farm here, it is very fortuitous in that Tim is a wealth of knowledge about farming. He's been doing that almost all his life I think.

So I spent the week trying to understand the flow of the office, poring over the files, and learning the settlement process here, which is completely different. There are two other women in the office, a paralegal and a receptionist, who seem very nice and easy-going. But it's almost as if I'm starting from scratch as a lawyer. Still, Martha is sure she made the right decision in hiring me. She wants me to learn to draft Trusts, which is a big part of her business, along with Estate work, and to develop a domestic relations practise. Down the road she's thinking of taking on another solicitor, who can do domestic relations, so all I need to do is kind of know what its all about in order to keep tabs on that once we get the other solicitor in place. There's another, as yet undefined area of practise that she wants to add - I, of course, have some very interesting ideas on that front. Martha essentially wants me to ease into and take over her firm, as she eases out of it, or at least reduces her daily involvement to just a few days per week. It's great because I would in fact inherit her practise and her clientelle. I'm "set up"! But...it will take a large amount of work and diligence to catch up and be competent at the level at which I need to be. I expect to hear from the NZ Law Society soon. Once I know what I must do to qualify as a solicitor and do it, then I can apply for residency, become a partner, and make much bigger money.

That's it, in a nut shell. Martha shares a lot of my own intuition as regards alternate realities and the like. So the chemistry seems good and I think it will all work out quite well. But I do have my work cut out for me. I do hope to start all over again here, but this time in the right way - no cell phone, no car (if I can help it), eating healthfully and exercising regularly. I'll tell you one thing - there is no high fructose corn syrup in anything here, at least that I've been able to detect from reading labels. And the water running in the river looks clean enough to drink. I hear people swim in it in the summer.

I believe the winter is about half over . The mornings are like cold Spring mornings back home. There are some misty days, not really heavy rains, with little if any humidity otherwise. It warms up into the upper 60s during the day. There are tropical-looking plants around, some date palms and some other palms with leaves that look like big ferns. Everything looks lush and green and seems ecologically sound. It's exciting to be back out into the great beyond again, and I'm enjoying myself immensely.

Keep in touch and let me know how things are going back in your neck of the woods.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

LETTER TO GOD

Dear God,

“Formed in Your image and likeness” presents us with difficulties right off the bat that soar out of the ballpark of our imaginal capacities. And yet the premise informs us of an innate divinity, or at least the inherent capability thereof, and this is worth contemplating –

It is said that all of the god-like entities were stumped over Your creations here on Earth – more specifically, how your divine thought created Man (in the all-embracing sense of the word), this soul-on-ice packed into mobile units reaching all too well into the material world, in physical space – yet with a love, with feelings, the parameters of which only their free will would determine. We creatures have now fallen into time, making a laughing stock of You. And yet an eternal patience shines on Man; Your enlivening ray of goodness. We persist to exist in spite of ourselves, our errors, our almost complete ruination of the planet.

How was it that over millennia the occult high priests led us here? What has become of the abundant gardens that once comprised our Earth? We wail and gnash our teeth out of ignorance of who we really are and what has come before. In our dissociated state we formed states with boundaries and keep ourselves like farm animals, helplessly feeding at the trough provided to us – at a price – by the keepers of Your resources. Yet these are not Your resources, but theirs – deadened and voiding life. Still, we daily take up the yoke and harness, while each day could be awe-inspired if only we knew ourselves better.

The one great escape from our zoo-like stalls is that stewy mass of life called Nature. Here, the artificial information bubble cannot penetrate. Here we can walk among Your thoughts – a tree, a brook, the rays of light and many-voiced birds, a wistful wind, the enduring earth – but alas, to read the book of Nature is a lost art. Rather than read, we loll and bask in its life-giving energies, Your thoughts reading us, giving sustenance. Oh to re-create those gardens-of-life! Oh to co-create immortal selves to be born and reborn into our kins’ domains on this Paradise Earth, forsaking the graveyard of death desiring!

Your love comes into us from its Divine Source – You. There is no wrath, no fear, no darkness, no penance put upon us – only support, kindness, gentle understanding. You give freely only what a loving father and mother could give their offspring – eternal hope borne of abiding faith in us, Yourself, Ourselves, rooted as we are in this Your good Earth, beacon germinator of life throughout the planetary universe of You.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

A MANIFESTO OF SELF

Here I am – the sum of my life experiences. From my earliest family memories of growing up in the late 50s and 60s, getting through school, hoboing, working at many seemingly unconnected jobs, traveling, going to law school, getting married, emigrating overseas to work for four or five years, settling back in America, working on a Ph.D., a dissertation, and now a drifting, independent iconoclast-scholar of sorts – here I am. Through it all, I felt a tiny voice within always murmuring to me, always making me question everything, always feeding my curiosity about the world. With my gaze outward, there was also an omni-present mirror of my self, turning me inward.

Who am I? This question has followed me everywhere it seems, haunting me. Genetically, I am the physical offspring of a long family line. But besides the inherited physical traits, what other familial secrets are encoded in my DNA, in my consciousness? I honor my ancestors but also wonder at the many facets of what goes into making up a human being. Just what does destiny have in store for me? To what extent am I master of my fate? Just who am I?

In my life’s quest to find out who I really am, I first look at those around me. I think back upon my mother and father, brothers and sisters, others. I am the sum total of the love I have received and the love that I have given, the hard knocks I have endured, the choices I have made or that were deftly forced upon me. Did I have a “happy childhood”? I suppose I did, or at least I can say that it wasn’t such an unhappy one. But did I learn who I am from my family? I learned to adjust to being a family member – to help and share.

Next I look around at my peers as a young student and think back on what behaviors they modeled. I consider my teachers and other elders and the lessons that they taught and the values they imparted to me. Resisting all the way, to some degree I have gradually learned to be mindful of others, to overcome depression, to even be cooperative and occasionally deferent, and at times I desperately sought a sense of belonging and a way of contributing to whatever community I ended up in – but alas, I met with limited success.

Perhaps the hardest time I have is wondering who I am in the context of my nation, America. In theory the state or government is set up to help structure the society, to impose law and order, to defend against enemies, and to generally provide for my health, safety and welfare. It seems to me that government is always dealing with issues of power and money. Moreover, as it has dealt in this area for such a long time, I think most if not all governments have been corrupted by the power and wealth they are set up to manage. Hence the old saying: Power corrupts; total power corrupts totally. I watched this with the military dictators in the U.S. client states in South America and Africa and in other spots around the globe, and I see this now with the present U.S. administration. And these days it is hard to see where government ends and big corporations begin. In fact, it appears that they have become one and the same, with the result that the people suffer tremendously. And so I have to say that I am suspicious of government. I am not a patriotic type or nationalist. How could I be if I feel castrated politically – impotent and alienated in what is now a sham political system?

I learned from my working experience that power resides in the boss. Whether the boss is my employer or some kind of government representative (political boss) there is rarely any genuine power at the individual level. However, I believe, as did the founders of America, that the People are sovereign; the people are the rulers of their government. And so the first real awakening I had was discovering that I am self-sovereign and that there is tremendous power if people can organize against tyranny. I think that many natural born American citizens are blind to who they really are, but I am not. Knowing who you are in the context of your American government is crucial to knowing who you really are – a person empowered with unalienable rights and power from the very Source of Creation.

In my view, the final step in apprehending who I am is to know who I really am as a human being endowed with an immortal soul. This is the greatest mystery of all. My life so far has taught me something about this greatest of mysteries. Just being in Nature, retaining some of the innocence of youth, always seeking beauty – these are the most important ways toward self-actualization. The exoteric lessons of religion, with morality and ethics taught in parables, is helpful I suppose. But if one can find the esoteric knowledge behind religion one is, I think, very fortunate. Self-styled “seekers” sometimes manage to find great spiritual truths. For me, the search for spirit, for truth, is within; it is in one’s breath; it is found in one’s compassion for others and for all non-human life as well; it is present in respect for the environment and for the dignity of life.

I believe that we come to know ourselves as true human beings by using our thoughts in a positive way, through our reason, but more importantly through our heart, our feelings, and our loving actions. Thus, my overriding life’s quest is one of continually perfecting myself in this respect. And I think that this yearning to perfect one’s spirit is itself the reward: for me this reward amounts to that which truly informs me about who I am.

I bring all of me into and out of myself – in my daily life, in my writings, in whatever I do. There is an art to living in such as way. My art is not just about painting pretty pictures, or critiquing entertainment or politics or ideology. It is not even solely about beauty. My art is being and becoming in the service of truth. Whose truth? – my truth as it has evolved over a lifetime and continues to evolve; it is my truth as a more-or-less middle class, American-born man whose life’s joys and struggles, reading and research have imparted a vision of reality that I call truth. Some elements of truth are unchanging, like love and mindfulness and hope. And yet when life is put into various contexts truth can seem ever changing, and this is what gives me an artistic temperament, working in the greatest medium of all – LIFE. From life itself I draw a never-ending source of material from which I can contribute to the overall general welfare of the planet; I can write, play music, cogitate as a creative loafer, and just pursue any and all activities that help me to uncover who I am in the the Universe.

In this universal sense, who am I? Am I a prophet, conveying images of some internalized sense of a certain future being born out of the present? Am I an avenger, out to destroy false images of the past that have crippled humanity’s self-image of itself and that even today promote great lies and distortions? Am I a victim, using my talents to express my rage and anger at how I and others have been manipulated for years? Am I a savior, holding my life’s work up as an ultimate panacea, an answer to a corrupt and debauched world? Or maybe, just maybe, by participating in and adding yet more “stuff” to the world I am nothing but another co-conspirator, marketing my images as a cog in a big wheel of action/reaction meant only to distract us from who we really are, and/or who we could actually become but for so much bickering about meaning, symbolism, abstraction, etc.

Could I be all of these? Some of these? None of these? More than these? Need I identify myself as being in any other role but con-artist, someone who co-creates at some relatively useless and worthless level and delights in so doing? What kind of an artist is that? But for making money from art, every artist is just an artist. The payment is the joy of co-creating and a self-satisfaction that comes from giving of oneself and one’s creations to others – but monetary worth of one’s art recasts the role of the artist as a part of an art industry – a participant in the world of networking, the right connections, financial types, putting on a show. In short, art as a commercial endeavor carries with it the risk of destroying me as an artist, causing me to assume roles in which I must play act in order to be successful. The irony is – all of this play acting is time spent away from creating art, being an artist – or is it? Inescapable is the fact that to be a successful artist who sells art I must also be a role player.

Thus I must confess that I am many things; I wear many hats, walk in many worlds – I am a con-artist. But the central core of me as a person is my focus on co-creation, joy, life, goodness, truth and beauty, in spite of whatever might distract me, slow me down, get between me and my creative expression. As a con-artist I must develop the ability to be more pragmatic about my vocation; I must expand the artistic definition of myself to encompass my many roles, always seeking to make all of my actions manifestations of the creative urge. When I talk, think, act away from my creative self I fail. I must train myself to do all things creatively, joyfully. Maybe in this way I can overcome the conspiratorial aspect that haunts most of us daily.

My overriding message as a poor dope struggling to know who I am is hope. Hope helps the world right itself and it is doing so right now; hope implies faith, faith that good shall prevail over forces of negative energy. This hope and faith I place in myself. I know, then, that I will be all right as long as I follow the whisper within and I am mindful of others. The world will not end; it cannot end if there is always another creation waiting to be born out of our own being and becoming…

Monday, February 4, 2008

THE ORDER OF THE 4Bs (O.4B.)

The Order
a loosely organized band of rogue, intello-spirito-interlopers (aided by accidentally-conjured-yet-invisible like-minded souls) who harvest dreams from a sea of noospheric possibility
    of the
Bewildered

hopelessly confused by something complicated and involved
Befuddled
stupefaction, as if by inebriants
Betwixt
in an intermediate state, not altogether one nor altogether the other
    and
Between

in or through an interval of space, time, or degree that separates yet connects or relates to…
We talk but say nothing. We huddle in thought, thinking nothing. The Order of the Bewildered, Befuddled, Betwixt and Between, forever voyaging, passes a broken cup of ideas and feelings – daring to authenticate ourselves.
Spirit, ensouled within and about the fibrous membranes of the corpuscular, glows behind the eyes in a hue of pulsating magenta. Meditato potato-heads, we just can’t seem to consciously, conscientiously quell life’s baffling confusions. And words gush, vent, spew and hurl themselves; thoughts fall through image after image; the passio-embrace, the collectivization, the will that won’t – we meet, it’s done. Paradox fooled. Again! Absurdity, humor routing fear, banishing (so we think) the demon pain of distance!

The original O.4B. came out of disorganizational meetings that began around mid-2000 on a mighty upright whale-of-an-Artship-thing that used to be waiting-her-silent-wait, barely moving, moored and tethered, parked and awaiting repairs at her Oakland, CA port. This leviathan, man-made Earth-goddess might have been better christened the Mate Me, Nurse Me. Oh dunderheads were we, those founding, core-four Fathers. Aboard and awake as if in a lucid dream, we would circle our wagons in the cabin and chase word illusions ‘round the decks. We cast out ghosts, during breaks walking the slippery cliff face decks in pow-wow meets, out and about those ancient mariner digs. Who knows? Maybe Jack London knocked his skiff alongside, ferrying aboard other great old souls, like Plato, Nietzsche, Lord Byron, to the night’s immovable feast. Out on the decks an archetypal feminine wind would enfold us in its magic presence. Back in those days, during irregular meetings of maybe two or three times a month, the O.4B. mythos would appear, would resurrect, only to dissolve back into night’s ruddied speckle.

O.4B.ers allow ideas to parade about, letting imagination’s interlocking pneuma propound in loving cadence. Standing back, observing where we really go – it might seem as if each of us is in dying Bladerunner replicant Roy’s head; as if beholding a pan-hedron luminescence of the magnificent, doomed but experientially aware. Turns in O.4B. conversation might steer us into ever more remote isles of the Beautiful. It was here we first harvested dreams in a sea of noospheric possibility. In a building moon crescendo, communal tongues would quicken the night. Minds absorbed in meaningful chat would herald a shared, somehow more transcendent B-ing of imaginal selves.

Since then and now, the O.4B. has dispersed, each of us a self-orbiting moon. And everywhere, from the cavern dankness of the superstructure originally beneath our feet, outward into Nature, or within whatever walled-in refuge we have found for ourselves, time floods back in as memories into the space occupied during such voyages as these.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

THE ABNORMATIVE VIEW

Reading and discussing works by Aurobindo, Jean Gebser, Morris Berman, and Erich Neumann help one to apprehend in much more detail the phenomena of consciousness. Their work is more than informative, and helped me to fill in some empty ground in my own knowing, allowing me to see more clearly the nature of the problems that our present-day, deficient consciousness poses for humanity at the brink of what scholars of indigenous prophecy call The Fifth World (1); and that a series of books recently translated into English, The Ringing Cedars,(2) offers as unconventional wisdom and hope for our shared future as planetary citizens. Herein I weave a brief, imagistic narrative of what I have learned from studying the evolution (and devolution) of consciousness.

Unconsciousness to consciousness to pathological consciousness – this has been our human trajectory so far as I understand it. The Earth has hosted us throughout, being progressively left behind, taken-for-granted, and degraded, as this evolutionary arrow of time has dragged us along, groping. All the while our blue shimmering planet with its swirling white clouds keeps on turning, hurtling through space. The sun and the moon, the planets and the stars shine and dance in a rhythm above us. Below our feet, little things crawl and wriggle. All around us, plant life breaks through the landscape and clutters our waterscapes; animal friends putter about on land, propel themselves through the seas, glide about in the wind. The congregating, many-voiced birds carry on with their songs up in the trees. And it’s hard to believe that Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring has all but arrived – but it has, in many more ways than we know, or that we are willing to accept, even when fully and repeatedly informed.

Scientists and naturalists catalogue the disasters we have foisted upon our green Earth while we forget about our embeddedness in it. Available studies present the body counts of our species-cleansing, the demise of our natural ecology through technologies that run counter to Earth-based cosmological rhythms of life; the pathos of our heedlessness. This has been the cost of the heroic emergence of our ego-minds in this industrial nation-state (non)beingness we have created for ourselves in our present era. For those of us who live in the “developed” world (or aspire to live here), within the four walls of our separation from nature, among the structures we have erected as replacements – wherein we bask and loll, self-absorbed in solipsistic detachment, while being mostly ignorant or illiterate of the means by which we have arrived in this synthesized, artificial environment – our minds have been captured by a culture-trance of a rationalism that denudes the spheres of life it ignores. The physical – the air, the water, the earth – the biological: our very bodies have become disconnected from us. We are disembodied minds, somatically numbed.

We flush toilets, ride in our poison-producing cars along roads that choke off the free-ranging of other species, mindlessly consume electrical energy from a central grid fed by polluting fossil fuels or hydroelectric energy from dams that scar the waterways and displace or kill other creatures – and despite the techniques we have devised for the treatment of waste and water and keeping the air from enclosing us with poison vapors, we keep over-extending ourselves in the names of “progress,” “economic growth,” “democracy,” “techno-modernism,” “nationalism.” We keep producing non-Earth-friendly chemicals that we pour onto our land, feed to our animals, and ultimately to ourselves – chemicals that run off into streams and rivers, lakes and oceans, into aquifers that are drying out; chemicals that burn off into the air which all life forms breathe. In a scientism gone berserk, supported and encouraged by a military-industrial-athletic-entertainment-academia-corporate-controlled-media complex, we live in a demonic ignorant bliss, destroying life that has evolved and diversified – and the soil and sea that have nurtured it – over millions of years.

This ego, this pathological consciousness, IS the Great Satan. Surprise! Most of us humans ARE the Great Satan! We participate in the myths we perpetuate – myths of old, modern myths of science – myth to math, as the saying goes. And in our individual and collective arrogance, we find our identities by projecting our deformities-of-being onto others, disbelieving we are the cruel tyrants of this planet. We know not what we do. We revel in an ultra-materialist comfort while giving lip-service to high political, ethical, moral and religious values; we effectively lust after the very things that oppress us; we are not able to know ourselves, disconnected as we are from the essence, of Spirit, that is immanent in all; we are dispossessed of our full human potential that only shines through from time-to-time in saints and sages who have discovered the esoteric Truth (that should, hopefully, one day be closer to our normative condition – e.g., Teilhard de Chardin’s Omega point), even if they have brought us only part of the story within the parameters of the particular age within which they have lived and taught.

The secularist-descender backlash against the domination in the West by the exoteric-ascender Church – that began in earnest in the 16th century – has exceeded its mandate. It has also exceeded its scope in that it has sought to present itself as THE paradigm for our world’s future, the future as a homogeneous corporatist technocracy. Lest we flagellate ourselves into oblivion here, a few observations are in order.

The chronicle of the achievements of the human race – a race in time and space – is exhaustively listed in books the world over. Through written language and our self-reflective capabilities we have produced a wealth of literature and art, science, engineering and architectural feats, medical and legal and theological knowledge.
How we have accomplished this – at the cost of our living planet and the sacrifice of our deeper sense of self – is the issue.
In a hopeless impotence borne of an overwhelming sense of helplessness, a person might simply be driven to HOWL – howl in frustration under a moon hanging in the night sky! (Less bothered folks might pray or meditate.)

It is a tough philosophical nut-to-crack, trying to decide if humanity has been better off for civilization’s wonders – by such things as towering edifices and other alterations to the natural environment, or whether we might have been better off living in a deep ecology, non-“developed” state, e.g., similar to the native North Americans or down-under aboriginals or African villagers – who leave/left a richly natural culture heritage with few, if any, such monuments to themselves. As with the voicing of the female element embodied in the knowing of Carl Jung’s Great Mother archetype, the voices of indigenous peoples today who know and practice the old Way of life prefer this simpler way of being. But their voices are being drowned out by the status quo techno-modernism of patri-centric, plutocratic, hydra-headed corporate fascists in league with a government that includes both “sides” of one, conventional political spectrum.

Plainly we cannot turn back the clock, we cannot stop the arrow of time, we cannot return to some retro-romantic notion of a by-gone era – but we can begin to see the pathology of our own consciousness in these times. We can also use the environmental-friendly science and technology we have created and the great storehouses of knowledge we have generated, together with less hierarchical, more egalitarian modes of knowing, as a template for returning to a normative relationship with our Earth and the Universe; for creating a planet friendly to all species; for reviving the inherent notion of the sacredness within us and in the world around us. And it is the preservation of the planet’s natural ecology – a universal concern – that may be the guiding link for bringing together the Earth’s nation-states under new values of bioregionalism, evolutionary idealism, and developing strategies of global governance. The reclaiming of unprocessed, locally-grown real food for ourselves can help to guide us into a new millennial vision of balanced health within and more harmonious relations with one another. Proper nutrition and clean drinking water from local reservoirs – building strong bodies and minds – are a fundamental first step toward dispelling myths of scientism funded by corporate greed.

We are in an intelligible universe made so through narrative, through the stories we tell of our body/mind experience of it. There are some practical beginnings we can implement and undertake in order to realign our consciousness – from reading the accumulated literature to become more fully informed about the extent of our planetary ecological and consciousness tragedy, to planting our own gardens, being in nature more, and initiating home schooling programs at all levels wherein we can hear, in a more accessible way, this new-yet-age-old story of the universe, of consciousness, of Spirit. As Aurobindo puts it, “The time of religions is over.”(3) Major religions might instead heed the call of the Earth and speak out forcefully in an Earthfirst!-kind-of-way to help people to live within the reality of cosmogenesis (4) rather than to keep embracing an outmoded redemptive/salvation mentality that is antithetical to the body and to the Earth.

Aurobindo also proclaimed, “We have entered the age of universal spirituality, of spiritual existence in its initial purity.”(5) Such words echo in today’s world and may or may not redound in the collective consciousness. But not unlike that howl, still echoing in and among distant hills – slowly, the solitary way of more and more cultural creatives, viz., abnormatives, are gathering momentum. In fact, the abnormative view may already be giving shape, substance, and meaning to what is, in actuality, normative reality – the true nature, sacred inheritance, and full potential of our common humanity.

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NOTES
(1) See, e.g., Boylan, R. (1998) Transition form Fourth to Fifth World: "Thunder Beings" Return. Retreived Jan. 26, 2008 at http://www.wovoca.com/prophecy-rich-boylan-thunder-beings.htm; http://www.drboylan.com/; Jenkins, J.M. (1995) The How and Why of the Mayan End Date in 2012 A.D. (Mountain Astrologer, Dec-Jan '95). Retrieved Jan. 23, 2008 at http://www.levity.com/eschaton/Why2012.html
(2) Megre, V. (2005-2008) The Ringing CedarsSeries, Vols. 1-9. Retrieved January 23, 2008 at www.ringingcedars.com (NY: Ringing Cedars Press).
(3) McDermott, R., (1987) Introduction, p.34 to The Essential Aurobindo, quoting from Bull. I.C.E., p.6, Hudson, NY: Lindisfarne Press.
(4) A cosmological process/creation of the Universe – omnipresent, eternal, boundless and immutable.
(5) (McDermott, 1987: 34)

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

REFLECTIONS ON THE EVOLUTION OF CONSCIOUSNESS

A COURSE TAKEN AT THE CALIFORNIA INSTITUTE OF INTEGRAL STUDIES IN THE SPRING OF 1999 INTRODUCTION: CONTEXT As a self-styled “seeker of esoteric knowledge” I had certainly heard of Carl Jung, Erich Neumann, Aurobindo, Teilhard de Chardin and Jean Gebser for many years. Strangely, I had never read any of their books. Morris Berman and Jennifer Cobb were new to me too. Instead, this search of mine had led mostly to Sufi material such as O.M. Burke’s Among The Dervishes, Idries Shah’s books, Annemarie Schimmel’s Mystical Dimensions of Islam, and various others. I had had some interesting interludes wherein I met various Sufic types, studied and prayed and meditated a while with them and sought to incorporate some of their exercises. I also took an interest in the work of G.I. Gurdjieff and his student John Bennett, prompted in part by a meandering into an ancient wisdom tradition from the Caucasus Mountains, Ahmusta Kebzeh, which is being kept alive by Abkhasian transplant, Murat Yagan, and his community of like-minded souls in Vernon, British Columbia.


When I was a young Catholic lad, I used to wander into the shadowy coolness of the church and yearn for some sort of sign from God, some kind of mystical experience. Nothing ever happened. When the cultural upheavals of the ‘60s and ‘70s came, I took refuge in some fairly mind-altering experiences, mostly with hallucinogens. But this was recreational drug use by a half-baked adolescent, not exactly inner journeying for self-knowledge. Still, I found what I found – another dimension of consciousness. Mostly we wanted to self-medicate ourselves to escape the vacuous L.B.J./Nixon brand of deflated reality. We did this through our own invented rites of self-abnegation – the old “tune-in, turn-on, drop out” mentality. I hated normative, conformist reality then and I detest it still today. Quite simply, it’s boring, myopic, parochial and woefully incomplete. How are so many people comfortable there?


Through most of the ‘70s I experienced a number of mental breaks. I was victimized repeatedly by the petty-minded culture of psychiatry, such as it was then and remains today – even on the simple basis of having had a past mental health history and having failed to reveal it. I somehow managed to overcome these setbacks and went on to finish college, law school and other things and experienced zero “residual” since that decade. It was probably “difficulty adjusting to adult life” – whatever adult life is – that was the basis of my impairment during this time period. Despite the heavy difficulties these mental breaks caused me, as a result I gained an enduring appreciation for the abnormative and I value very much the experiential lessons learned.


Being a sensitive lad from very early on, I was always retreating somewhere within when I felt some pain I couldn’t ‘grok’. Over the years, I think I developed a fairly sophisticated interior world. I never could commit to any one career path. I was always restless and often roamed. I got bored easily with most jobs and with most people. I started to develop quite a literary mean streak and cynical attitude toward a world I viewed as absurd. In short, I didn’t fit in and didn’t want to, though I felt the intense pain of isolation, of alienation. For a while I often went about asking, “Where are my people?” Yet I must say that during all of this time, through all of my horrible tribulations – like Job, I persevered; never lost faith that there was something much greater than myself; never gave up my hope and my faith in goodness, truth, beauty; and I never gave up seeking it out. So many detours presented themselves, enough to fill up a few lifetimes. I ended up fleeing from everything, time and time again – forever re-creating myself; trying to take and preserve the lessons learned and integrate them in some slowly accumulating body of knowledge I was constructing in the organized confusion of my solitary way.


In Korea, in 1995, after having read the periodical ReVision for a while, I suddenly got wind of Ken Wilber. I sent off for his Sex, Ecology, Spirituality and it knocked me off my nut. I re-read this work and many of his others since. Finally, I wanted to know more, I wanted to check his sources, I wanted to explore the transpersonal in a more structured way, among others whose interests coincided with mine. So I applied to the California Institute of Integral Studies (CIIS).


My first two CIIS quarters had been spent on-line from Korea in the Human and Organizational Transformation program. Then I moved to San Francisco and transitioned into the Individualized doctoral program (IND), which, some years later was discontinued. And I felt very fortunate to have this opportunity. Here at last, I thought, I could continue to more seriously work on what I considered to be psychological/bio-energetic blocks that had been dogging me around for all these years. It was my belief that these blocks, or parts of me which were somehow not yet fully associated, were hindering my ability to fully stabilize a strong, healthy ego so that I might then be able to delve more deeply into my spiritual nature. Or, to put it into Aurobiindo’s words, “...all problems of existence [this type of existential angst in particular] are essentially problems of harmony.” (McDermott, 1987:51)


In deciding to study the origins and evolution of consciousness (which for me means “the workings of Spirit” in the Teilhardian sense, or the “driving force behind both the unconscious and consciousness”) I was hoping to broaden my frame of understanding by establishing more of a template for my experience. That is, by getting a better handle on what has come before, I hoped for a better understanding of where it was all going and how to ‘situate’ myself accordingly.


By this time in my life I feel that I have reached a quiet place of understanding in the spiritual domain. I am no longer the “seeker” as much as I am one who seeks to “be” every experience of which I become a part. Something had clicked inside of me. I could see many of those around me being taken in by various traps, cults, half measures, smoke-and-mirrors – and I felt calm within, hoping I wasn’t too self-assured on this whole point, and I tried to remain circumspect. I saw the literalist/fundamentalist dogma, both the orthodoxy and the new age fluff, the emotion that was taken as being “spiritual”, the West, the East, the fallacies of belief and faith, the constant projecting that went on, the false pride, the ego fooling person after person (me too, surely). I was on the margins of everything – a “heretic without a home”. I began asking, “How are the great masses, who have become disillusioned with mainstream religion, supposed to find some type of structure, some sort of ritual or practice within which they can find their spiritual way?”


Along these lines, I remembered my admiration for Ibn ’Arabi, especially after reading about his life in the Quest For The Red Sulphur (1993) by Claude Addas. This Sufi saint never had one specific master, he was the rare soul who found the Divine within via the mediation of no single man. He learned from many different masters. Here is an excerpt, in Ibn ’Arabi’s own (translated) words – a great story from that book:


There was a time when I became accustomed to withdraw into cemeteries to isolate myself. I heard that my master Yusuf b. Yakhlaf al-Kumi had announced: “So-and-so [and he referred to me by name] has given up the company of the living because he prefers the company of the dead!” I sent someone to tell him: “If you join me you will soon see whose company I keep!” He performed the dawn prayer and came out alone to meet me; he searched for me and found me sitting between the tombs with my head lowered talking to the spirits who kept me company. He came and sat beside me, full of respect. I turned towards him to look at him and saw that he had changed color and seemed ill at ease. He was unable to raise his head because of the weight that was pressing down on him; I looked straight at him but he was unable to look at me because he was so disturbed. When I had finished my conversations and the ‘spiritual instant’ (warid) had come to an end, the shaikh relaxed and, relieved, turned to me and kissed me between the eyes. I said to him, Well, master, who is it that keeps company with the dead – you – or I?” He replied: “Certainly not [you], by God; it is I who keep company with the dead!” . (Addas, 1993:91, quoting Ibn al’Arabi’s al-Futuhat al-maykkiyya III, p.45)



Of course, this was during that great flowering of spirituality in the 12th/13th centuries A.D. when the Essence, known then as Sufism, found its highest florescence embedded within Islam (and in its variant forms as it transmuted into Christian circles in the south of Spain and France). Yet, as devout a Muslim as he was, Ibn ‘Arabi insisted on his own path, in doing things his own way. These days, Sufism – terribly malformed and more often than not found in various fossilized manifestations – barely exists in America (as far as I am able to tell) and as a result, what is left there of the Essence is even less understood, and is in fact misunderstood, by Westerners. Instead, most spiritually-minded persons here seem to find what they consider the Essence in Buddhism, of one flavor or another. And Buddhism is a likely candidate, as it is the only major religion which is essentially a non-religion, with (relatively speaking) less of the baggage that normally attaches to a tradition such as Sufism which is associated with Islam – the vessel in which the Essence was placed from the Dark Ages until the Enlightenment, but out of which it has been dissipating ever since.


As I went about looking for grace and guidance I wondered, “What spiritual practice can I latch onto, around which I might structure my ‘regenerating Self’?” At the same time I knew that whatever practice I might settle in with would one day fall away, like the snakeskin that is left behind as it is outgrown. I found ancient traditions too out-of-date – they were formulated for a particular time, place and culturally specific group of people. Spirituality, as with consciousness, changes in form and substance as it evolves. Or, as Jean Gebser puts it,


Before we can discern the new, we must know the old. The adage that everything has happened [everything “is written”], and that there is nothing new under the sun (and the moon), is only conditionally correct. It is true that everything has always been there, but in another way, in another light, with a different value attached to it, in another realization or manifestation. (Gebser, 1949, Eng. Trans. 1985:36)



Where was a more home-grown, contemporary practice or structure for spiritual growth, one that was not so heavily laden with foreign cultural elements that were more distracting or meaningless than insightful? – one that was science-friendly, more post-modern in its thrust? Was I being parochial myself for wanting such a thing? Or was it more of a reaching out to find an authentic presence of Spirit, in preference to a less authentic past manifestation?


“What discipline was needed?” I asked myself. I felt an overwhelming feeling of being unable to connect (easily) to my subtle self; I seemed blocked from the natural unity of my being. If meditational contemplative practices were the most efficacious in deepening one’s spirituality– yet not so available to meditato-potatohead me because of the psychological/bio-energetic blocks I was experiencing – how could I access the psyche, let alone more nondual planes of transcendelia? My yearning, and my contemplative practices of love and service to others and mindfulness and creative cogitation could only take me so far, I believed.


Gurdjieff tried to bring the ancient wisdom to the West. But he may not have had the entire system; and somewhere I seem to recall having read that he was a loose cannon working without “a mandate.” Yet what he was trying to do – to integrate these old practices in some sort of Westernized scientific formatting – was his unique, heroic achievement. He started the ball rolling – a ball which integral/transpersonal studies may just now be starting to get a handle on.


The West, burdened as it has been by a watered-down Christianity, has had no structural contemplative tradition to speak of. Its mystics have been exceptions to the rule, mere aberrations, souls who have chanced onto an esoteric path, rather than being heirs to generation after generation of spiritual guides who have taken up the meditational injunction and can show others the way toward an intensely deep development in this Realm. This is especially true in Christian America. Certainly William Blake was onto something – and others in America, a mystic here and mystic there – but nowhere has there been the kind of deep mystical development within the context of the kind of dynastic flowering or silsila that can be observed in Sufism or in Buddhism or in Taoism.


Surely there are “secret saints” – unknown, unobtrusive guiding lights among us. And I wonder, in this day and age whether deep esoteric spiritual development is not something which is undertaken very quietly and without much structure at all. There is a saying – “Those who know, don’t say; those who don’t, talk and talk.” Maybe this new consciousness which is descending upon us, e.g., Aurobindo’s Overmind, or perhaps even Supermind, has made the process less formalized and more accessible on an unmediated, individualized basis. Even so, I can’t help but feel that with each new aspirant, there would need to be a kind of reinventing of the wheel. This hardly seems very efficient.


Aurobindo, speaking of the psychological discipline of yoga, put it this way:


In this discipline the inspiration of the master, and, in the difficult stages, his control and his presence are indispensable – for it would be impossible otherwise to go through it without much stumbling and error which would prevent all chances of success. The master is one who has risen to higher consciousness and being and he is often regarded as its manifestation or representative. He not only helps by his teaching and still more by his influence and example, but by a power to communicate his own experience to others. (McDermott, 1987:41)



So in my “noospheric explorations” I have been searching for a way to ratchet-up my own consciousness, to utilize more of my mind/no-mind, to expand my awareness – to ultimately realize more and more of my full potential as a human being, Gebser’s “completion of integration”, i.e., “intensification” of consciousness (Gebser, 1985: 99-100) Along the way I have recognized a few things. I have learned that it is more than contributive to develop a certain intellectual facility; but I have also learned that to keep trying to develop this aspect of oneself, this ratio sectoring, can become a kind of “masturbation of the brain”. We can become as a dog chasing its own tail on the mental/rational plane as we try to accumulate more and more book knowledge; not unlike how some New Agers become trapped at the psychic level of consciousness with all of its “shifting and shifty” images.


I have learned that there are “other ways of knowing.” One such way is the indigenous mind, neo-shamanist approach. Having been raised in the post-modernist mindset of a techno-industrial society, I was not born into this kind of naturalism. Instead, I have been trying to heal the subject/object split that was likely generated by a lack of in-arms love during the crucial early years (Liedloff, 1986), or by some perinatal or past life trauma, (Groff, 1988) and/or by whatever pathos ensues from our mechanized, unnatural social structure. Also, I now know that I should not be satisfied in a place bereft of nature; that dissociation from the natural world is highly suspect as a contributive factor to humanity’s psycho/bio-energetic difficulties (if I may be allowed this projection).


I have also learned to be patient and satisfied with whatever progress or non-progress I make; to know that wherever I’m at is where I’m supposed to be – while always knowing I can improve my human condition, that I can do better. But intellectually or indigenously or intuitively grasping an evolving consciousness/Spirit is a far shot from ‘experientially knowing’ – this, I believe, reaches its fullness by ‘becoming still’ in disciplined, meditational contemplative practice. (Or, something more consonant with Berman’s experiential, somatic, gnostic, five body theory, heretical account, as detailed in Coming To Our Senses: Body and Spirit in the Hidden History of the West (1989).)


Thus, by studying the various theoretical models of the conscious and unconscious mind, as well as immersing oneself in experiential contemplative practices, is the means I have chosen to attain my personal goal, which – for all intents and purposes – is to “normalize” or heal my fractured self, and then to recollect, i.e., to complete myself – to apprehend enlightenment or illumination, to experience Essence. One big roadblock to all who wish to travel such a path is trying to find the ways and means to ‘grok’ the Way, when even articulating it is heavily weighed down by the very circumstances and inadequacies of our perception in the ordinary state of consciousness in which we find ourselves. We are in Plato’s cave trying to speak about what it is like on the outside with the crippled language of the cave; like fish in a sea who, one after another, grope toward the land in an effort to amphibianize themselves. Success, if attained at all, is a long arduous process of groping toward that ineffable Omega point of completedness, interconnectedness, enlightened self-knowledge.


This long introduction I feel is necessary to give the context in which I am embedded so that the reader can better understand and contextualize what emerges from the observations and analysis that follow. If I learned one thing from my on-line HOT immersion it was about what knowledge and learning are, the various learning modes, and how we might learn best.


Knowledge itself is an open-ended process – not a “thing” at all. Collaborative learning theory states that we learn by socially constructing this knowledge continuum through an on-going dialogue among knowledgeable peers who are tasked with certain open-ended collaborative projects. We hope to become members of the knowledge community of, in this case, neophyte adepts of consciousness studies. To do that, optimally, we must actively participate in the process as described above. Contextualizing is one way to share with another on a more cellular level, and which tends to draw in writer and reader to become collaborative learners. And here it is that we consider the “how” of how we socially construct and internalize some eternal Truth about the nature of cosmological phenomena, of matter, life, mind and spirit. This, both the subject AND the processes of investigation, as well as the meaning we make – in all their multifaceted manifestations – is the real ‘human phenomenon.’


COURSE CRITIQUE

In this course, I felt somewhat constrained by the traditional top-down method of instruction. Though I am able to learn this way, I don’t think (for reasons stated herein) that our learning was optimal. At the start of the course I had hoped to enter into a more personalized relationship with the facilitator by e-mail and was put off. Interrelationships between students, perhaps following the model of the facilitator, were not actively encouraged or fostered, in or out of class. The basic course method was: individually read, listen to the lecture, and discuss in the last 20 minutes of the two-and-a-half-hour class, once-a-week. For me, this course methodology was relatively adequate only as an intro/overview of consciousness studies. But as a deep, meaningful experience of what consciousness is – its origins, its deformities, its future – it seemed limited and a bit superficial because of this teaching style and the lack of an experiential component.


I believe in this collaborative model – we learn best in interactive, interdependent, cooperative/collaborative groups. It is the rare soul indeed, e.g., Ibn ‘Arabi, who has such mastery over the psyche and beyond, that he or she can learn directly from the Essence. We poor dopes need this mirroring of our selves – our individual consciousnesses reflecting off one another, which can, if engaged in correctly, lead to synergistic, continuous, transformational learning.


My beef here is that, although in this course we approached a kind of “pooled” learning, more often than not, the learning was what might be described as “fragmented”, wherein “individuals learn separately, but the group does not learn as a holistic system, an organic entity. Members retain their separate views and are often not committed to working as a group.” (Kasl, Marsick & Dechant (1997) Teams As Learners: A Research Based Model Of Team Learning. Journal of Applied Behavioral Science, Vol. 33(2), 227-246, See pp. 230-231).


And what we are talking about here when we speak of “learning” is precisely “expanding conscious awareness”, “expanding consciousness”, or better yet, “intensifying consciousness.” My point is that this course in consciousness studies could have been an “experience” of consciousness expanded or intensified, rather than only a course “about” consciousness. Some consciousness did indeed expand, some learning did take place, but my contention is that it did so at a level that was much more cognitive than experiential.


For me, Aurobindo, Neumann, Gebser, and Berman could have sufficed as the texts for the entire quarter. The other authors/readings were confused and confusing and/or less complete in their analyses for me. Most people (and authors) only have a part of the story of consciousness and spirituality anyway (including me). It's just that some people have more of the story and can relate it more clearly than others. And if what they know and present is clearer and “more complete,” there's likely to be more truth there and less distracting residua.


I would have welcomed more dialogue, perhaps in the Bohmian (as in David Bohm), or the “talking-stick” style, or even Socratic dialogue – and a facilitator who was more of a fellow collaborative learner than teacher. This is not to say that David Ulansey was or is some arid intellectual pedant – not at all. He showed tremendous depth of sensitivity to students and I must say that I was never bored even by his most abstruse tangents, analyses, or speculations.


But what I do not buy into, substantively, is what I took to be the facilitator’s vision (made all the more powerful by his “authority of knowledge positional presumption”) – of a future which does not seem to be nurtured by an indigenous view and is devoid of the premise of that view – that we ARE the Earth, that the consciousness of the Earth IS our consciousness – that we need not be mutated, dangling, dissociated, virtual reality pathogens of the planet; to move forward with the “human agenda” at the expense of an integrated, more biocentric “natural agenda”, rationalizing it as, “Well, this is where evolution is at now – in the noosphere.” Such a stance is not merely differentiation. It is a dissociating of ourselves from more fundamental holons of existence – the physiosphere and biosphere – and as such, it does violence to life; its underlying premises, in my opinion and in the opinion of those who are more Earth-centered, are at worst pathological, or at the very least incomplete.


[NOTE: If I have mischaracterized your worldview, David, I certainly apologize. And I might have offered to engage with you and students more in class, but for the way that the class was run. Given the short discussion periods, I felt wary of interrupting you and even more wary of taking up too much time at the expense of other students who might then not be able to express themselves. Also, my class comments were handicapped by an affective deficit (See generally, John Heron, Feeling and Personhood, 1992: Chap.2) whereby I felt a kind of disengagement from the energy field. This made it difficult to focus and frame what I wished to articulate. My e-mailed comments and quotes to you received not much more than a congenial nod in response. And I say all of this while fully apprised that my own worldview is likely problematic as well, due to the limits of our shared human frailties. Still, we speak our minds.]


Having said all of this, and keeping in mind Elizabeth Kasl’s words – “...individuals learn separately...Members retain their separate views...” – this final paper is a mirror of the fragmented course learning, i.e., mostly self-referent. That is, I feel we certainly intensified our understanding of the course subject matter, yet we did so while retaining or processing it through our individual meaning perspectives; we referred the meaning we made from lectures and limited discussion to ourselves as individuals, not as group members ‘making the knowledge our own’. So here is my own top-down take:


REFLECTIONS ON THE TEXTS

Jennifer Cobb never adequately defines “the spiritual” in her book, Cybergrace (1998). She does speak of “the sacred.” And she speaks of “divinity” as “that which enables all of creation to become more than it once was, to evolve and expand, to experience greater richness, depth, and diversity. ...In the simplest terms, creativity unfolding in the universe forms the primary expression of divine activity.” (Cobb, 1998:12) But my questions to her are: How much is God in cyberspace and to what depth? What is the meaning of “sacred”? How “spiritual” is the author herself and how is she qualified to speak of “the spiritual”? Did she find her spirituality in divinity school? I’m not trying to be unfair to her; my only point is that her presumptions about spirituality – which appear to be essentially Teilhardian/Wilberian – may be premature. It is like, as in Plato’s Meno, a person trying to speak of “virtue” before he or she is even able to say what virtue is.


In fact, Cobb may have mistaken learning for spirituality. Cyberspace is, by and large, a big information-share. And certainly, if we accept the notion that Spirit is immanent everywhere, then interacting interdependently by e-mail, on a chat line or on a Listserv or within an on-line CIIS cohort might seem like – or even actually be – a kind of spiritual, divine-like process undertaken in a “sacred space.” Still, it sounds a lot more like collaborative learning to me, as described above. (Also see generally, Kenneth A. Bruffee’s Collaborative Learning: Higher Education, Interdependence, and the Authority of Knowledge (1993))


With this caution in mind, there certainly is a spiritual aspect to cyberspace. Any medium that encourages dialogue and precipitates reflection and creativity can contribute to the ongoing evolutionary process of consciousness and an enhancement of the noosphere. Cyberspace might also be a meeting ground for hearts and souls, such as in the example of Bishop Jacque Gaillot’s virtual congregation (Cobb, 1998:73-76) – or, as Cobb says, “Virtual spaces release a new energy into our culture and social spheres of experience, an energy that contains some important spiritual insights.” (Cobb, 1998:76) ‘Spiritual insights’ would, in my opinion, be more of a consonant find than a positing of ‘the spiritual’ in the cyberspace medium – the Internet being a more profane, material realization, a mere metaphoric exteriorization of Teilhard’s vision of an ever-evolving, global noospheric membrane that envelops the planet.


And what of this man, Teilhard de Chardin? – Jesuit priest-paleontologist, Papal footsoldier-scientist. Here’s another one, the depth of whose spirituality or mysticism is worth investigating. Cobb describes him as having “...daringly blended science and theology...” (Cobb, 1998:77) He sounds like a modern day Thomas Aquinas to me, the man from the 13th century whose lofty and strained efforts somehow succeeded at reconciling Christianity with Aristotle, paving the way for modernity in the process. Thus it is that the work of both Thomas Aquinas and Teilhard de Chardin can be seen through the lens of William Irwin Thompson’s remark, that "Science is reform Christianity..." (Pacific Shift 1985:124).


I suspect that much of my trouble with reading Teilhard de Chardin’s The Phenomenon of Man (1959) may be the translator’s fault. After all, even the title was mistranslated – the truer translation of the original being, The Human Phenomenon. How much we owe to the translator and how much can be attributed to the author for the turgid prose within – excelled only perhaps by the Loeb Classics edition of the translation of Porphyry’s Enneads of Plotinus – is unknown to me.


But my sense from reading Teilhard is that he may simply have been writing in the tradition of the heady French intellectual. Besides being unduly complicated (almost to the point of opaqueness) in his word choice, sentence structure and grammar, he seems forever trying to fit a round peg into a square hole; flogging his notion of “the spiritual” to fit into his sciento-spiritual worldview, or vice versa. And his occasional poetic flourishes are a poor cover for a celibate whose cerebral writing reflects the endpoint of his sperm retention, i.e., it seems a messy lot of abstract drivel that gets superimposed onto a few cogent points about evolution.


Teilhard’s strength lies in his conclusions: that consciousness rises through living beings; that evolution – the evolution of consciousness, with its concomitant unfolding of Spirit – is proceeding now in the noosphere; that there is a “spiritual genetic component” to humanity’s continual becoming; and that there is an Omega point – an autonomy/ actuality/ irreversibility/ transcendence (See, de Chardin, 1959:271) – toward which humanity is groping.


And while I find these conclusions tenable, I would only qualify that the focus on noospheric evolution must be a focus on evolution that transcends but includes that around which the noospheric membrane is spun; i.e., sound and robust noospheric expansion must be Earth-friendly. If not, the planet will not sustain the people whose minds and consciousness compose the budding florescence of the planet. (Aurobindo says, “The complete soul possesses all its self and all Nature.” (McDermott, 1987:81)) How can a flower grow – even in a pot – whose soil is poisoned by acid rain in a mutagenic, cancerous environment and which is baked by ultra-violet-laden photons or frozen by dramatically shifting weather patterns – all this while we sit uninvolved with the natural ecology, before “the new TV screens”: our PCs?


Scholars tell us that language was “born in the night” within the same time-frame as when proto-homo sapiens were learning the art of fire-making and gathering around the hearth. So let's talk about this “light of the fire from our computer screens during this dark age of transition” around which we now sit, physically disconnected from one another, though noospherically connected (in a more synthetic sense), bonding in a neo-hieroglyphic language of words, symbols, images. The downside of language is that it has done and continues to do much violence to our existence, constituting one of the most effective devices for keeping us entranced. (See generally, Benjamin Lee Whorf, Language, Thought and Reality, 1956; Also see, von Humboldt, Sapir, Boas, and D. Alford). Just consider the endless flow of TV/advertising trash talk, or people calling each other on the phone to mutually reinforce their shared cultural fear of silence, the nemo, the Void, their own beingness.


Computers can extend this use of language-as-culture-trance. The up-side to computers, as compared to TV, is that they are, or at least can be, (synthetically) humanly interactional. And in virtual reality we can be in and interact with a humanly created terrain, a new cultural ecology. My point here is that the computer screen is the modern day “fire” that can give us tools that can continue to differentiate-out consciousness (toward dissociation) or that can be used to reincorporate self/other and re-integrate the ecologies of both nature and culture. The problem, as I see it, is in getting people to turn away from their screens to other human beings and to the natural world in general; a great danger lies in habitually accepting the mediation of the computer screen between themselves and other human beings, between themselves and the world – and ultimately, between themselves and the sacred – a circumstance which would elevate the machine to the societal function of the priest, i.e., computer as new intermediary (when the neo-shamanist, gnostic – or perhaps the balanced deep ecologist? – knows that unmediated, direct communication with the Divine is possible (though problematic in its own way too)). The bottom line is that computers can (and have) become just one more distracting diversion for us in our continuing avoidance of facing up to the nemo.


Teilhard’s ultra-positive heralding of humanity as the crown of evolution is both misplaced and naive, hopelessly romantic and idealistic – or is it perhaps just ‘premature’? For the most part, we are not beings who realize our full potential; we are, almost all of us, automatons entranced by our own/ our culture's conditioning. As a result, we are poor noospheric fodder indeed.


Let’s talk about the future, the next 5,000 years. In my opinion, the death rattle of the “old thinking” is inevitable and is, in fact, looming very near now. It will certainly, I believe, go out with a nuclear, disease-ridden, chaotic weather, famine and plague-like bang. Getting human beings to change their habitual ways, their ingrained thinking patterns, is tantamount to the impossible task of trying to get all welfare recipients to give up their entitlements, multiplied by a factor of 10 to the 40th power. For most of those 5 billion, there does not exist even some semblance of self-knowing that makes them healthy, effective contributors to the noosphere. I simply do not see how automaton-like humans, disconnected from their mind/bodies and our earth, qualify for participating in a noospheric evolution of the planet in much of a significant way. Am I undervaluing the innate power of the human being? I doubt it. It has been said that the power of prayer is lost, or at least diluted, depending on the inner development/purity of the petitioner. And often, seemingly noble attempts at articulating life’s problems (if our sleeping condition is even realized by those who attempt it) and the offered solutions, are limited and reek with a tinge of the planetary symptomology summarized in the saying "They lust after the very things that oppress them." That is, those who wish to ‘change the world’ often end up becoming the oppressors, only with their “new” paradigms; while seemingly improved, these new paradigms do nothing but rearticulate our paradoxical human condition of trying to know before they/we are able to truly know.


Perhaps it was necessary for Teilhard to state his case with the overly reasoned discourse of his scientific analysis. Qualitatively speaking, he seems to lack the rich depth of the experiential mystic. But of course who am I to make this distinction? Both he (and Jennifer Cobb) express themselves like the Western white folk that they are, caught up in their own Christian/scientistic meaning perspectives. (There I go again!)


For me, a good writer is one who is able to provide a comfortable level of clarity for readers (whether because of, or in spite of, his or her writing style). Some may prefer the highly intellectual approach, the presumed scientific rigor of Teilhard’s presentation. Others, like me, may find it terribly confused and convoluted. (By saying this, I am not condemning either science or cognitive knowing, only recognizing their limitations.) This, of course, can be a poor reflection of my own capacity for understanding particularly dense paradigmatic discourse. But I am surely not alone in this handicap. Particularly those with an indigenous mindset would likely find Teilhard extremely rational, Western, and Christian/Euro-centric in his outlook – and this despite his vocation and his many years of working in China. For me, his style (and/or his translator?) all but buries his intuitive transrationalism and this obscures rather than clarifies his work.


As an example of good, clear, scholarly writing on the frontiers of consciousness studies I would point to Morris Berman’s Coming To Our Senses. Berman’s point about the dry somatically uninvolved reportage found in many books is that it fails precisely because it comes from the head, not from the heart – the heart being the source of the somatic resonance of the body. After I struggled through The Phenomenon of Man and then read Berman I found comfort in Berman’s words. It seemed that Teilhard was writing from his head, in spite of his “poetic” lapses. In Berman I found complete resonance. Here was a scholar whose subject matter and writing style conveyed the mystery of life and the ups and downs of the evolution of consciousness in a coherent contemporary voice; who recognized the exoteric ruse of the Church and the esoteric truth of the heretic.


As our physical evolution has emerged, so too has the evolution of our consciousness. We began in the archaic mists of an undifferentiated state of consciousness stretching as far back as some 1.7 million years – way back into the Paleolithic era. In the late Paleolithic and early Neolithic era, we lived in unperspectival magical harmony with the Earth; within the unconscious uroboric. Consciousness, the ego, the ability to apprehend self and other, began to emerge out of this barely differentiated, oceanic pleroma. Soon our nomadic hunting-gathering was giving way to established village life with its horticulture and domestication of animals. So, along with the outward signs of incipient civilizations – autopoeietically emerging in discrete points on the planet within this same early Neolithic era – consciousness was flaring forth, separating itself from the unconscious uroboric Great Mother, gradually individuating into the polaric mythic, the hero’s journey, the patriarchal warrior society. We have been riding the crest of this individuating-out of consciousness for roughly 5,000 years. In the last 300 years we have come to the zenith of this separating out from our unconscious minds as we traverse the mental/rational phase of our consciousness evolution. And finally, our unbalanced psychic pathology has begun to fold back onto ourselves. As this enfolding is proceeding, we are just beginning to enter the aperspectival/integral, centauric/vision-logic, 5th-order consciousness, lateral thinking phase of our evolution of consciousness.


The point is, we are a species of stupefaction, awe, and wonderment which – despite our glorious civilizational achievements (sophisticated cultural ecologies) – has degenerated into a ‘species of stupids’. The Arabic/Sufi word for Divine remembrance/invocation is dhikr; the Greek words for “remember” are mimnesko and memnemai – recalling perhaps the Platonic idea of recollection of our Divine selves – these are hints that should help to edge us in the right direction of clearing away the fog of our partially constructed reality; and an active engagement in “remembrance” might help us to regain our full human potential, lost since our ‘fall from grace’, our ‘eating of the fruit of the tree of knowledge’, our present-day three dimensional, dualist-materialist descent into good and evil and the almost total inability of our species to know the difference. Aurobindo explains the forgetfulness as “...an exclusive action of consciousness tranced into self-forgetfulness by an abysmal plunge into the absorption of the formative and creative material process.” (McDermott, 1987, p.107)


The cure for our species seems to lie in merging our consciousness, folding it back into the unconscious mind, in a revitalized integration; not to lose this hard-won and dearly paid-for consciousness, but to fuse our unconscious minds with it. Yet, this sort of new thinking has barely caught on. Thus, how is it possible to love ourselves, empathize with each other, and embrace the Earth in noospheric bliss (let alone the whole cosmos), when we are in such a dilapidated condition?


I would argue, as does Aurobindo, that we first need to do much self-discovery of ourselves (however we choose to do so). I would add that such explorations are often aided by an immersion in and self-exploration of difference, also known as the “other,” so that we might begin to integrate our individual psyches. Then, besides suffusing the planet with an all-embracing love, we must perhaps apply a “tough love” to those planetary inhabitants who remain clueless, who are doing their best to co-opt the transpersonal/humanistic/spirituality/hermeneutic movement in a facade-like way, thereby putting a pretty face onto their rapacious greed empires. We witnessed this (to use a perhaps more banal example) as corporate America bought-out and then gutted rock-and-roll and soul music beginning in the late 60s, during which the McDonaldization of American society (and the world) began in earnest and continues in full swing today unabated – and would triumph but for some pitiful murmuring of a handful of culturally mutant visionaries.


Mystic East Indian philosopher, Aurobindo, articulated for us how Matter and Spirit interact with one another, and how we can begin to see and live in the numinous rather than in the mundane. He speaks of the spiritual from the experiential knowing of the contemplative, artfully portraying its presence throughout his prose in language that gives us a sense of its definition. In his masterwork, The Life Divine, he “systematically articulates the synthesis of matter and spirit by locating them both in the double movement of existence – involution [descent] and evolution [ascent].” (McDermott, 1987:47) (For Aurobindo, involution seems to be more of a constantly recurring cycle, whereas Teilhard de Chardin would differ on this aspect of involution by maintaining that involution was a one time affair, as in how our own solar system self-organized itself – perhaps a spin-off of his viewing Jesus of Nazareth as the Christ, the one and only Son of God.) Concomitantly, whereas involution is a process by which Spirit descends into matter, evolution is a “growing of the Self in material Nature to the conscious possession of its own spiritual being.” (McDermott, 1987:81) (Here, he and Teilhard are in agreement on the nature of evolution.)


“The fundamental idea upon which the whole structure of Aurobindo’s philosophy rests is that Matter as well as Spirit is to be looked upon as real.” (McDermott, 1987:49, quoting from An Introduction to the Philosophy of Aurobindo, 1965:1) Aurobindo succinctly puts the mystery of human evolution this way: “Universe is a diffusion of the divine All in infinite Space and Time, the individual its concentration within limits of Space and Time” (McDermott, 1987:58) and who gropes toward Spirit in an “evolutionary persistence” (McDermott, 1987:107) “...Evolution, then, is ontologically subsequent to involution: first existence involves itself in its various levels, and then it is opened out by a series of natural and human transformations.” (McDermott, 1987:48)


Aurobindo posits six ‘levels’ or ‘structures’ of consciousness which he calls “hemispheres of existence” (McDermott, 1987:48). In ascending order, the lower hemisphere consists of Matter (physical, inconscient), Life (vital, organic) and Mind (intellect and intuition), and the upper hemisphere consists of Bliss (Ananda), Consciousness-Force (Chit) and Existence (Sat). Mediating between these two hemispheres is the Supermind (perfect unity in diversity). Aurobindo describes the Supermind as “...the divine Gnosis which creates, governs and upholds the worlds; it is the secret Wisdom which upholds both our Knowledge and our Ignorance.” (McDermott, 1987:84) “...Just as the lower three levels of consciousness need to be transformed by the higher three, the Sat-Chit-Ananda [emphasis added] is not fulfilled until it completely spiritualizes the entire realms of physical, vital, and mental existence. (McDermott, 1987:48) Here again, is a call for integrating the Earth – all of Nature – and the body, within the entire process of spiritual emergence. Or, said differently, ‘Supermind’ IS our humanity: “Our humanity is the meeting-place of the finite and the infinite [Earth and Heaven, Matter and Spirit] and to grow more and more towards that Infinite even in this physical birth is our privilege.” (McDermott, 1987:79) There is much more from Aurobindo that could be discussed here, such as his belief in reincarnation, the nature of the soul, and his East/West analysis. But at this point we are brought neatly to the topic of the body, that Morris Berman speaks of so urgently.


Morris Berman’s Coming To Our Senses presents a contemporary exposition of the overall pathos of our human condition and what has led us and kept us here. And because he speaks in a (post)modern voice (and one which has benefited from the recent literature), this book is a more accessible and perhaps a more meaningful work for many of us in the course and for readers in general. (It certainly was for me.) Berman’s account presents a metaphorical exploration of the basic fault of our existence, the so-called nemo, by way of a history of mirrors and our human perception of and interrelationship with animals. He then courses through four periods over the last two thousand years during which the gnostic undercurrent came bubbling up to the surface for us to examine in retrospect. His kind of scholarship is one that calls for an experiential knowing through the body – in contradistinction to either a detached, transcender, mental-rational view, or to an ultra-magical, descender, atomist-materialist reduction.


Morris Berman’s observations on the body are strung together here to emphasize the crucial role it plays in our consciousness – in our need to refind it and how to somatically articulate our expository presentation of it: “Regardless of what a person visibly presents to the world, they have a secret life, one that is grounded in their emotions, their bodily relationship to the world and to themselves. ...Academic discourses generally lack the power to shock, to move the reader; which is to say, they lack the power to teach. They fail to address the felt, visceral level of our being, and so possess an air of unreality. (Berman, 1989:110) “...you will generally confront the problem of reading about things that somehow fail to resonate with what is most familiar to you. And what is that? In a word, your emotions, or more broadly, your “spiritual” and psychic life. These things are what real life is about; they reflect the things that matter the most to you, for they are experienced in the body.” (Berman, 1989:108) “The essential truth,” writes Morris Berman, “was an interior one; to omit this was to give the reader, or listener, no significant information whatsoever. In the transition to modernity, this emphasis on interior knowing was severely attenuated.” (Berman, 1989:111) “...The human drama is first and foremost a somatic one.” (Berman, 1989:108) “I think it is safe to say that we have penetrated down to the hidden, or invisible, layer of history here, and found, at the core of it – the human body. ...Coming to our senses means sorting this out once and for all. It also means becoming embodied. And the two ultimately amount to the same thing. (Berman, 1989:342)


So too does Aurobindo, the yoga adept, make this crucial point about us and our bodies:


...it is the body that he must make his own foundation and the starting-point for his development of life and mind and spirit in the physical existence. That assumption of body we call birth, and in it only can take place here the development of self and the play of relations between the individual and the universal and all other individuals; in it only can there be the growth by the progressive development of our conscious being towards a supreme recovery of unity with God and with all in God: all the sum of what we call Life in the physical world is a progress of the soul and proceeds by birth into the body and has that for its fulcrum... (McDermott, 1987:107)



Erich Neumann, in his masterful The Origins and History of Consciousness (1954), further develops and contemporizes Carl Jung’s analytical psychology. Using archetypal, primordial images – [more properly referred to as ‘prototypes’, according to Ken Wilber (Wilber, 1990:255); concurring in this interpretation, John Heron (no friend of Wilber) concludes: “Jung dealt with mythic images and tried to give them archetypal status which they cannot carry.” (John Heron, Feeling and Personhood: Psychology In Another Key (1992:141).] – Neumann draws on depth psychology to tell his story of the evolution of the unconscious mind into consciousness.


The Neumann/Jungian story begins in the uroboros, symbolized by the snake eating its own tail, which perceives itself as feminine. In this undifferentiated state of unconscious unity – similar to Jean Gebser’s unperspectival archaic and early magical structures, the human mind would have been in a state of complete interpenetration with its environment, like the fetus floating in the pleroma of the uterus. The classic Jungian archetype for this stage in the uroboric is the Great (and ‘good’) Mother, also symbolized by “[a]nything deep – abyss, valley, ground, sea, fountains, lakes, pools, the earth...the underworld, the cave, the house, the city... Anything big and embracing which contains, surrounds, enwraps, shelters, preserves, and nourishes anything small belongs to the primordial matriarchal realm.” (Neumann, 1954:14).


The process of differentiation toward and through Gebser’s magical structure proceeded slowly over most of our 1.7 million years. In this tenuous state of magical consciousness humans went from loosely organized hunting bands to settled Neolithic agricultural villages, perhaps all the while remaining in a matri-centric culture (relatively speaking). A subtle boundary was beginning to be felt between itself as consciousness and its environment, typified by emotions. Whereas before there was a pleromatic unity, an interconnectedness was now developing wherein the mind began to distinguish a sense of multiplicity – yet a multiplicity that seemed to center and emanate from the individual. There was still no subject/object split, but rather a restiveness in the uroboric mindset. We can see this in the infant who shows a vague familiarity to its surroundings and in the child who thinks it makes the sun go down by wishing it so. Gebser would represent this “one-dimensional proto-ego” that is projected outward and dispersed as an interchangeable point.


Not surprisingly, Neumann spends a great deal of time describing the archetypal energies that were stewing within his Great Mother culture and nudging a struggling human mind in its evolution toward a separate identity (ego or consciousness). I say “not surprisingly” because the mythic, primordial imagery that are Jungian archetypes rose into consciousness (and therefore into being) not only from generation after generation of participation with the natural world; these archetypes were also burned into consciousness as they were magnified in the outward mirroring of petroglyphs, in so-called goddess figurines (Cf., William Irwin Thompson’s discussion of these figurines and pre-history in general in his Coming Into Being (1996)), in paintings on clay vessels, and finally in the cultural avalanche of myth, art, literature and music that was soon following, as consciousness began to fully emerge toward differentiation into Gebser’s mythical structure.


The struggle to break free from the Great Mother – i.e., into this ego or consciousness that was arising out of the uroboros – is characterized by the archetypal hero’s journey. The Evil Mother archetype (later to be replaced by/mingled with the symbol of a bear or boar, representing the unsuccessful, castrated son) resists the efforts of the once incestuous but now rebellious hero-son. (Consciousness perceives itself as masculine, though the Terrible Father archetype aids and abets the evil mom, i.e., unconsciousness.) Jungian archetypes of the battling twins and ‘the hero with a thousand faces’ (a la another Jungian, Joseph Campbell) enter now and the tale is filled with blood, death and dismemberment. To free himself, the hero must slay the Great/Terrible Mother; he must embark on a journey of self-discovery. Gebser (1985) would represent this two-dimensional mythical structure of consciousness as a circle on which a polarization (cf. the twins archetype) has now formed. This polarity is typified by the notion of dreams. “Temporality” or a new sense of time (and to a limited extent “space”) is the terrain of the mythic. As the mythic coalesces, Neuman’s “primordial parents” become fully formed as mother and father archetypes. Behold the adolescent who has declared independence from the nest! Behold the warring towns who hold fast to their grain stores while scaling the others’ walled fortresses for the bounty held within! Enter the warrior, patri-centric culture with its architecture rising upward in phallic, transcendent, vertical monuments to a hard-won ego. Jungian archetypes abound in the sun myths, the symbol of the human head, the moon myths, glorification, deification and divinity myths. (Cf. Neumann’s interpretation of the myth of Osiris with William Irwin Thompson’s in The Time Falling Bodies Take To Light (1985))


Neumann uses the term “centroversion” (similar to Teilhard’s “granulation”) to describe this self-formative individuating; it is a subjective projection of the libido onto itself – when a sufficient amount of this raw psychic energy inheres, then consciousness can shift, i.e., a phase change can occur – and this is what has prompted the ego to enter into relation or union with the self. In Jungian archetypal imagery – the journeying hero has gained the treasure/ rescued the captive, which means he has discovered his own creativity as an autopoeitic agent in a newly discovered reality of the psyche.


What is left is for consciousness to differentiate once again into three-dimensionality. Gebser represents this new structuration with the triangle. Subject/object, self/other duality as discerned by thought, has arrived; we have become space conscious. This is Gebser’s perspectival mental structure, which probably began about the time of the Renaissance, (when perspective was discovered in art) and has been proceeding to intensify ever since. The adolescent has become a teenager and is all the closer to adulthood.


Elements of the archaic and magical linger on within our consciousness in this modern era of the mythic/mental/rational. Even as some of us grasp at the next emerging structure – the aperspectival/integral, which Gebser represents as a sphere – we remain, for the most part, tangled in these consciousness holons that are more fundamental to those that are more complex. Regressions are not uncommon in our day – from magical thinking in New Age groups to mythic membership playing out in ultra-nationalism, “Balkanizations” or within the unchecked zeal of fundamentalist religious groups.


Here, the thread of our story can be taken up by Morris Berman. In Coming To Our Senses, Berman so neatly summarizes two ‘bright spots’ in our struggle against the pathos that has brought us to this mental/rational point in the history of consciousness, the extract is worth repeating here in its entirety:


The notion of a psychic revolution in the West, based on Eastern influences and a revaluation of the archetypal feminine, gets us to the heart of what I have been pursuing in this chapter on heresy as a secret, somatic “skeleton key,” as it were, to the history of Western consciousness at large. It amounts to a breakthrough in interiority, an overturning of previous “masculine” mentalite at certain nodal points in our political history; and it is the immediate political context that shaped, in each case, what happened to the immense psychic energy that got released. In the case of our Greek model, it had (in my view) an unfortunate ending: amidst the rich diversity of Greek philosophy and shamanism, Jewish ethics and magic, and Oriental Gnostic practices that made the world of the Mediterranean basin so exciting and heterogeneous, one system managed to triumph. Christianity was victorious over its competitors, including the Roman Empire, only to become a Roman Empire of the mind for the next several hundred years. When the next challenge to it arose, it could only respond as a political monolith, repressing the opposition and/or co-opting it by means of the Cult of the Virgin Mary... The French model has as a major characteristic the creation of unintended side-effects that are still with us today: the rise of the nation-state; the final canonization of dualistic thinking, which is ultimately simplistic; the legitimizing of investigation into “thought crime,” and the administrative persecution (to varying degrees); the unexpected channeling of the gnostic impulse of moving toward union with God into the love of another human being as a secular/ecstatic experience. Both romantic love and mind control get institutionalized as a result of the Church’s repression and co-optation of the Cathars. This process of a rebellious heresy actually playing into the hands of the powers that be is what I take to be the central feature of the French model, and it is certainly one capable of being repeated today. (Berman, 1989:214-215)



Jean Gebser’s Ever-Present Origin (1985) is as dense and rich as a Claxton fruitcake. This seminal work on consciousness studies chronicles the evolutionary development of humanity with an exactitude that staggers the mind. Gebser’s thesis is here presented, taken from his chapter on The Irruption of Time, under the subtitle, The Awakening of Consciousness of Freedom from Time. In it is his projection of where consciousness is headed – out of an “already obsolete three-dimensional dualistic-materialistic world conception” (Gebser, 1985:288) to an aperspectival integrated structure (“[t]he whole [that] can be perceived only aperspectivally.”) (Gebser, 1985:289) in which we plumb the fourth-dimensional depths of time; an understanding which I interpret as a ‘conscious’ reimmersion in the Essence – our genetic heritage and our future:


It is from origin, which is not bound to time, that all time forms constituting us have mutated. Origin lies “before” all timelessness, temporicity, and time. Wherever man becomes conscious of the pre-given, pre-conscious, originary pre-timelessness, he is in the time-freedom, consciously recovering its presence. Where this is accomplished, origin and the present are integrated by the intensified consciousness. The irruption of time into our consciousness is the first indication, the initial motif of the consciousness mutation that is today acute. This mutation will bear its fruits of transforming the world if we succeed in superseding the irruption of time; but that is tantamount to what we have called the presentiation of origin, which can be achieved only by the successful achievement of the main task posed by the new mutation: the coming of consciousness of time-freedom, the achronon. (Gebser, 1985:289)



FINAL WORD

So far in this paper I have sought to spin a narrative that has incorporated bits and pieces of what I have learned from my readings and the discussions, of (particularly) Aurobindo, Gebser, Berman, and Neumann. These four authors were key in helping me to apprehend in much more detail this phenomenon we call consciousness. They filled in some empty terrain in my own knowing, helping me to see more clearly the nature of the problem consciousness poses for us at the cusp of what Mayan scholars call The Fifth World. Though at points I cite them ‘in bulk’, I also hoped to show how their work has already been integrated into ‘the self-referent me’. With this in mind I conclude with some final words on the meaning I have made from studying all of the works presented in this course.


Unconsciousness to consciousness to pathological consciousness – this has been our human trajectory so far as I understand it from the readings. The Earth has hosted us throughout, being progressively left behind, taken-for-granted, and degraded, as this evolutionary arrow of time has dragged us along, groping. All the while our blue shimmering planet with its swirling white clouds keeps on turning, hurtling through space. The sun and the moon, the planets and the stars shine and dance in a rhythm above us. Below our feet, little things crawl and wriggle. All around us, plant life breaks through the landscape and clutters our waterscapes; animal friends putter about on land, propel themselves through the seas, glide about in the wind. The congregating, many-voiced birds carry-on with their songs up in the trees. And it’s hard to believe that Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring has all but arrived – but it has, in many more ways than we know, or that we are willing to accept, even when fully informed.


The scientists and naturalists catalogue the disasters we have foisted upon our green Earth by forgetting about our embeddedness in it. Available literature presents the body counts of our species-cleansing, the demise of our natural ecology through technologies that run counter to the Earth-bound cosmological rhythms of life; the pathos of our heedlessness. This has been the cost of the heroic emergence of our ego-minds in this industrial nation-state (non)beingness we have created for ourselves in our present era. For those of us who live in the “developed” world (or aspire to live there), within the four walls of our separation from nature, among the structures we have erected as replacements – where we bask and loll, self-absorbed in solipsistic detachment, while being mostly ignorant or illiterate of the means by which we have arrived in this synthesized, artificial environment – our minds have been captured by a culture-trance of a rationalism that denudes the spheres of life it ignores. The physical – the air, the water, the earth – the biological: our very bodies have become disconnected from us. We are disembodied minds, just about somatically dead.


We flush toilets, ride in our poison-producing cars along roads that choke off the free-ranging of other species, mindlessly consume electrical energy from a central grid fed by polluting fossil fuels or hydroelectric energy from dams that scar the waterways and displace or kill other creatures – and despite the techniques we have devised for the treatment of waste and water and keeping the air from enclosing us with poison vapors, we keep over-extending ourselves in the names of “progress,” “democracy,” “techno-modernism,” “nationalism.” We keep producing non-Earth-friendly chemicals that we pour onto our land, feed to our animals, ourselves – chemicals that run off into streams and rivers, lakes and oceans, into aquifers that are drying out; chemicals that burn off into the air which all life forms breathe. In a scientism run amok, supported and encouraged by a military-industrial-athletic-entertainment-academia-corporate-controlled-media complex, we live in a demonic ignorant bliss, destroying life that has evolved and diversified – and the soil and sea that have nurtured it over these billions of years.


This ego, this pathological consciousness, IS the Satan. Surprise! We ARE the Great Satan! We participate in the myths we perpetuate – myths of old, modern myths of science – myth to math. And in our individual and collective arrogance, we find our identities by projecting our deformities-of-being onto others, disbelieving we are the cruel tyrants of this planet. We know not what we do. We revel in an ultra-materialist comfort while giving lip-service to high ethical, moral and religious values; we effectively lust after the very things that oppress us; we are not able to know ourselves, disconnected as we are from the essence, of Spirit, that is immanent in all; we are dispossessed of our full human potential that only shines through from time-to-time in saints and sages who have discovered the esoteric Truth (that should, hopefully, one day be our normative condition – Teilhard’s Omega point), even if they have brought us only part of the story within the parameters of the particular age within which they have lived and taught us.


The secularist-descender backlash against the domination in the West by the exoteric-ascender Church – that began in earnest in the 16th century – has exceeded its mandate. It has also exceeded its scope in that it has sought to present itself as THE paradigm for our world’s future. Lest we self-flagellate into oblivion here, a few observations are in order.


The chronicle of the achievements of the human race – a race in time and space – are exhaustively listed in the history books. Through our language and our self-reflective capabilities we have produced a wealth of literature and art, science, engineering and architectural feats, medical and legal and spiritual knowledge. How we have accomplished this – at the cost of our living planet and the sacrifice of our deeper sense of self – is the issue. In a hopeless impotence borne of a seemingly endless sense of helplessness, it makes one want to just go out and howl – howl in the night!


It is a tough philosophical nut-to-crack, trying to decide if humanity has been better off for such achievements, typified by such things as pyramids, and other towering edifices and alterations to the natural environment, or whether we might have been better off living in a deep ecology, non-“developed” state, e.g., similar to the native North Americans or Down-Under Aboriginals or African villagers – who leave/left a rich linguistic and natural culture heritage, but with few such monuments to themselves. The voices of indigenous peoples today who know and practice their Way – as with the voicing of the female element embodied in the knowing of that Great Mother archetype – might clamor for this latter, simpler way of being. But their voices are being drowned out by the status quo modernism of patri-centric, non-indigenous, hydra-headed corporate fascists in league with government – that often includes the so-called “conservatives” and “progressives” alike.


The plain fact is, that we cannot turn back the clock, we cannot stop the arrow of time, we cannot return to some retro-romantic notion of a by-gone era – but we can begin to see the pathology of our own consciousness in these times. We can also use the environmental-friendly science and technology we have created and the great storehouses of knowledge we have generated, together with less patri-centric, more indigenous modes of knowing, as a template for returning to a normative relationship with our Earth and the Universe; for creating a planet friendly to all species; for reviving the inherent notion of the sacredness within us and in the world around us. And it is the preservation of the planet’s natural ecology – a universal concern – that may be the guiding link for bringing together the Earth’s nation-states under new banners of bioregionalism.


The language of mathematics too, can and will guide us into a new millennial vision of balanced health, within and among us. This certainly is a most appropriate instrument for scientific understanding and which should be used to continue to combat scientism, instead of undergirding it.


We are in an intelligible universe made so through narrative, through the stories we tell of our body/mind experience of it. There are some practical beginnings we can implement and undertake in order to realign our consciousness – from becoming more fully informed about the extent of our planetary ecological and consciousness tragedy by reading the accumulated literature, to starting up a new program of education at all levels wherein we can hear this new, yet age-old, story of the universe, of consciousness, of Spirit, in a more structured way. Even though, as Aurobindo puts it, “The time of religions is over” (McDermott, 1986:34), the major religions must heed the call of the Earth and speak out forcefully in a Green Party – or better – an Earthfirst! kind of way to help people to live within the reality of cosmogenesis rather than keep embracing an outmoded redemptive/salvation mentality that is antithetical to the body and to the Earth.


As Aurobindo has proclaimed, “We have entered the age of universal spirituality, of spiritual existence in its initial purity.” (McDermott, 1987:34, quoting Bull. I.C.E., p.6) Onto this, our withering worldly stage, such words echo and redound in our collective consciousness, not unlike the howl echoing from the distant hills.