THE NATURE OF CIVILIZATION: The Evolution of God

Civilization visits Nature

Like tourists with their translation books out, we venture into each new day with our past translating our present into a mediocrity of which we feel master. The accumulating plethora of explanations forms either a mausoleum monument to prejudice of concluded thought or a lively database for an expanding wisdom about the nature of more than the merely material world.

Like hippies hitchhiking across continents without guidebooks, curiosity transports imagination into an unfamiliar landscape by recycling the past into alternative sandcastles made more obvious, if not more valid, by the mirror of the spontaneous present.

These opening thoughts escaped my typing fingers before I could even mention their inspiration, in this instance: Animal Magnetism. I came across an article speaking of the various ways animals demonstrate sensitivity to the directionality of Earth’s magnetism from the specialized molecules in bird’s eyes that “see” magnetic lines to the findings of researchers into animal migration patterns on Google Earth that grazing animals align themselves on a north-south axis all over the world. It also mentioned the denial of much of the evidence by the “scientific” community as “pseudoscience.”

Without too much more distraction, I’d like to mention the pattern of establishment/heresy found at all levels and slices of life wherein the desire for permanence and the consequent appearance of entropy to be its destruction are obviated by the universal nature of change and the adaptability of symbiosis required for endurance.

Here’s my question for the day: Has mankind been more adapted to life on Earth at a period before modern history? I am inclined to think that, as an evolving species, mankind once did and will again realize its symbiotic potential far more completely than it does today.

From Julian Jaynes’ claiming modern man, being constantly improved, can detect more colors than the Romans based on the few colors their literature mentions, to the great pyramid in Egypt having been built by a lost civilization whose techniques of manufacture and construction are yet to be fathomed by modern engineering, one may even debate whether our potential has been increasing over time or is civilization an agent of human debilitation.

Civilization takes the smooth, constant transformation of composition and form that is the general characteristic of nature’s way and chops it up into digitized blocks of stories about the birth, life and death of the recognizable among the myriad varieties without accounting for the processes of transformation from one story to the next, much less comprehend the overall process of life in the universe as anything less anthropomorphic than a creation of a god for man’s pleasure.

Science serves the function of the heretic to civilization’s religious establishment of god’s plans and pseudoscience keeps science from establishing indisputable conclusions of its own with reports of phenomena not allowed or explainable by the latest official theories.

While western civilization explains the earth’s magnetic field as a creation of the rotation of the electrons composing the mass of the planet at up to 1000 mph at the equator, eastern thinking envisions a dragon, called qi seeking ideal paths across the earth’s terrain as demonstrated in the art of fung shui and ancients in the western world traced out systems of lay lines from Avebury to Egypt to describe much the same paths as eastern science. The book, View over Atlantis, talks of cattle collecting along these lines marked by standing stones, lakes and terraformed peaks and cuts and how, unwittingly, Christian churches, in an attempt to obliterate pagan traditions and knowledge, were established on the sites of the old monuments, thereby preserving the science they opposed but did not understand.

In modern times western civilization has emulated the powers by which the god of the Christians is purported to have created the heavens and earth with our flooding of deserts, draining of lakes and the blowing the tops off of mountains, because he gave it all to us to do as we please. We have also invented plagues of ravenous creatures whose natural prey we have eliminated, invented famine by limiting our diets to agricultural products, invented diseases by monkeying with genetics prior to proper understanding and invented poisons by our abusive attitude toward the material world.

I’ll close this diatribe about civilization with a portion of the comments on the foregoing post, Show of Hands:

"…as it would effect me as a human."

Here may be the crux of our disconnect: when you say human here, you are not talking about an entity born as naturally into the wild as the rest of the animals. You are talking about entities raised in a culture that dominates, invalidates and attempts to reprogram each newborn from womb to tomb. Maybe you can grok the difference and how being able to see the world beyond the myth being enforced by dogma and incarceration is the way to return to true symbiosis with nature without the Christian notion of ownership of an inheritance. The viciousness you perceive is your interpretation of natures changes which contradict your certainty of the way it's supposed to be in the mythical plan of god and intent of civilization.

Evolution meets God
(Columbus' captives and loot from the new world meet Ferdy and Izzy)

CHANCES ARE

The following is a spin off started in the comments on the always evocative Pisces Iscariot's latest post about a quite different guy named Chance:

Duplicity is forever
because we can.
The solution lies
not in prohibiting lies
but in redirecting faith in others
to one's own inner resonance
to truth's vibration in the story of life.
It is much easier to recognize truth in others
Once one finds it within oneself

SHOW OF HANDS

Okay, show of hands. Herrumph, I want to see the hands of all the people who, when they have a conflict during their day, blame the other party or the system (for flaws they should do something about). Assuming you’re being candid, that should be just about everyone at one time or another. Now, let’s see the hands of all the people who, amid conflict during their day, realize there is something to be learned here, to avoid a repetition, for the good of the system and the road to a successful, happy life (with all its flaws, ya gotta love it). Wow, same folks on days they’re feeling better.

Well, both are half right. How equivocal can one get, eh? But the combination of the wrong halves is absolutely destructive to any unique potential one may be born with. The system of western civilization retards human potential because it thrives on conformity to herding procedures contrived by dominant elite to handle obedient sheeple profitably. On the flip side of that, there is no system that allows everyone to freely, fully grow into their own unique genetic birthright potential — except nature, the system within and against which our obedience to civilization wars.

Oh, that system. Amazing. We are trapped in our subjugation of nature. We expect to be carried for our obedience to its denial of any symbiotic relation to what we are destroying.

Okay, now another show of hands, how many have realized all your daily conflicts occur only within civilization’s systems and never when alone or with kindred spirits in the wild. The combination of the right halves of the forgoing responses to daily conflict is a realization that obeying a flawed system cures nothing, endlessly trying to fix it only validates the existence of its authority and living off the map as indigenous people have since before the invention of white wall wheel brings symbiotic peace with nature, whose lack is the crack in civilization’s trap.

DYNAMICS OF QUALITY

In the peace and solitude I’ve found for my body to inhabit, its only external influence is the nature that surrounds it. Except for sirens and manly motorcycles, the sound of the highway up the hill has become as ubiquitous and ignorable as the whining cicadas in my head. So what is the dynamic that is generating this mysterious thing-to-be-doing feeling arising in my deepest meditation?

I have eliminated the quest for where I belong and the need to account for myself to anyone as sources of disturbance of the quietude of this daily grok, so have now come up with the idea that I may possibly have reached the itch primordial enough to be considered the spark of life. Say, what?!! Okay, the spark of my life.

Bear with me here. The most primary characteristic of the universe is constant change throughout, no beginnings or endings, births or deaths, only transitions. The primary characteristic of life in the universe is response to change. At all scales, definable entities (i.e. quarks, atoms, cells, animals, planets, galaxies, galaxy cluster, etc ad infinitum) can be found to be made of lesser parts and be constituent parts of greater entities. Entities are gestalts greater than the sum of their parts just as the function of a bee hive is greater than the capability of any solitary bee, or the mind of a man is made of, but greater than, the thoughts of his cells. So much for the ballpark we’re playing in.

On the level of awareness my body experiences, my mind finds purpose in simply wanting to be around for the next change to feed a curiosity about possible import to an accumulating story. The dynamic of needing to feel established enough or understand enough to risk allowing curiosity to challenge and expand comprehension without suffering dissolution is enough to keep any consciousness perking right along at the keen edge of discernment.

The primary excuse the government makes for belligerence toward extraterrestrial visitation is their fallback theory, based on the history of western civilization’s exploitive exploration of the globe, that when a superior civilization encounters a more primitive lifestyle, the more primitive ways are obliterated and the inhabitants are enslaved. Defending humanity against aliens, by supposing them to be as cruelly domineering as one’s own history indicates is possible, is the xenophobic isolationism that characterizes the desire for permanent establishment of a limited world view and is the essence of the death from incuriosity suffered by civilizations over which jungles grow and new cities are built. Change, it’s constant.

Here we are, born with our drive fully engaged, bent on doing whatever our genetic program has concocted out of the DNA combination of two humans who may have been destined to reproduce the next heir to the perks from the ancestry of the master race, planned since the clan wore bear skins in a cave or may have been conceived as a random consequence of rape by an unknown. That the parents, each born with the same sort of drive, lead lives in niches of society found partly by such proclivities tends to cloud the difference between nature and nurture during child development.

In western civilization, and in the others to some degree, the newborn is assaulted with resistance to expressing his or her unique character and distracted by instruction on proper obedience —silence, eyes front! It is a rare parent that allows their child the freedom to interpret the natural world from scratch through the early, most formative years and withhold exposure to and enforcement of personal and societal interpretations until they become the subject of curiosity and questions from the child. Between the pressures of satisfying parents and teachers any uniqueness less obvious than physical begins to crochet a facade of protective knots tied by little semiconscious, spontaneous vows made in times of feeling assaulted to never expose that raw self again, like dabs of makeup over zits.

It is a rare infant who can withstand the induced schizophrenia required of society and follow his or her inborn voice from womb to tomb — don’t know if anyone has ever done so. Anyone I have met or read about who has found their peace with the world as it is has learned to untie those knots and disassemble the ego’s distorting prism in a trial of fire as it were. Just as the relief the world feels at the transition from George Bush to Barrack Obama, the self-realized, self-actuated person may not be self-made but is certainly the natural diamond self-carved out of the block of coal Santa and the rest of the western myth intended to create. The lemonade to be made from this sour situation is the wisdom that sees the difference between being used and being useful.

This itch, this digging of my natural inclinations to seek out and untie knots of debilitating prejudices accumulated during an earlier lifetime of willing contribution to western civilization’s myth of human exceptionality as the self-righteous owners of the planet, seems to be generated by this dynamic of desire to establish a life as good as I envision possible within society and the curiosity to understand how to make it better for all. It is a microcosm of life: heresy dragging orthodoxy into the flow of evolution, curiosity recycling conclusions as parts of theory, my garden building itself from the compost of the old garden. I am Chance the Gardener.

EYELESS IN GAZA

... Promise was that I
Should Israel from Philistian yoke deliver;
Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him
Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves ...
John Milton, Samson Agonistes

If one considers the Philistines to be the US praising the Lord and passing the ammunition and the Zionist hawks that yoke Israel into this blatant genocide they are perpetuating, Milton seems pretty prescient from both sides of the coin.

ANOTHER TIMELY QUOTE FROM AWAD

It would seem that Anu Garg is slipping in good advice for early action in the new administration:

A time will come when a politician who has wilfully made war and promoted international dissension will be as sure of the dock and much surer of the noose than a private homicide. It is not reasonable that those who gamble with men's lives should not stake their own. -H.G. Wells, writer (1866-1946)

2009 — ORDO AB CHAO

Adam Weishaupt

My last post was about my hopes for restoring some sane order out of the chaos of the Bush Administration in the future, that void from whence cometh all change to beings here in the eternal present. This one is about the other face of speculation: my fears.

I am watching David Icke’s latest movie, Big Brother: Big Picture and am pimp slapped back to the real possibility that an Illuminati controlling the agenda of world affairs will have its way so long as people believe they have enough freedom to spare a bit more for government security against growing real or alleged terrorism. His PROBLEM, REACTION, SOLUTION description of the chain of events leading to a tightening of populations’ adherence to the shadow agenda is the forerunner of Naomi Klein’s Shock Doctrine by outlining numerous examples of crises, either natural or man made, used to hold government’s services hostage to people’s capitulation to stricter control: national ID, ID chip, insurrection control, presently being perfected in Iraq. Okay, Okay. I’ll quit enumerating. He and Alex Jones keep reminding me of those things out there that are so necessary to forget when you want to take up the cause of the latest, greatest political messiah breaking the control of that shadowy, black ops, X files government.

Whatever change nature produces from an unknown void we call the future, our reactions are the result of experience digested throughout our existence in the unavoidable present, while unabsorbed change passes on to the unknown void we then call the past like clouds that didn’t rain.

Just as the Tao may be observed by finding the thing that does not change amidst nature's profusion of variety, the illuminati agenda may be observed as the nature of government’s variety; that thing that does not change amidst civilization's plethora of social systems; those issues that keep being pressed from the top down no matter how passionately rejected by voters when the other party was pushing the same thing.

I have accumulated sufficient experience of government lying from the blatant Warren Commission coming to their fantastic one-bullet conclusion without benefit of crucial evidence buried in a 75 year time capsule for “national security” to the Keane Commission concluding three imploded buildings were the result of two planes; from witnessing two separate UFOs and observing government and public reaction to such claims to observing three imploding buildings and observing Bush and his staff lie us into a war in Babylon for revenge; from researching the war on drugs and meeting the friendliest enemy anyone could hope to find being persecuted on behalf of every business threatened if cannabis were decriminalized.

Despite these experiences and my own observations that the left and right illusion perpetuated by the government somehow always serves the purposes of a third party by filling the public coffers with welfare budgets under the liberals and draining them with corporate subsidies under the conservatives, I think I saw something about Obama that is above all this. Despite learning that he attended the Bilderburger Group gathering while still vying with Hillary Clinton last year I passed it off as his playing all the necessary games to get his foot in the door … and then he was gonna rape all the white wimmin. No, seriously. As president, I think he has enough support and transparency that, even if he were a Nixon/Bush nincompoop, he couldn’t betray his promises without massive unrest. But because he is Barack Obama and I want to go with my most positive feelings, I think he could very well upset this Mafioso protection racket control of our neighborhood and set the keynote in the paradigm shift it will take to rescue this planet — the old world order of evolving with our environment.


It is our lack of self-reliance and localized sustainability that makes us into herdable sheeple dependent on the source of the problem to solve it for us. The symbol of a 32nd degree mason has the words Ordo ab Chao beneath a two headed eagle. The new world order, whose creation the shadow puppeteer agenda intends, can only be implemented by creating and maintaining the chaos from which the people look to the perpetuating perpetrators to solve. Happy people aren’t afraid of or need help changing anything.

The most positive thing to be drawn from these considerations is that the closer one is to living symbiotically with the planet, as indigenous people do, the less dependent on and controllable by the big brother shepherds we are — and the less power they have over others.

2009 — PLANTING AMONG THE TREES

I find myself resonating between the amplitudes of "we are the ones we've been waiting for" aspect of the Hopi elder's prayer I posted a while back and the always levitating angel of depression, Unremitting Failure, who just posted this reply to such a proposition, if so, "What the fuck took us so long?" I guess it could be attributed to the post election doldrums and pre inaugural speculative crapola that seems to occupy the news I seem to have become more addicted to than is easy to admit. The closest to a justification I can come would be my new sense of engagement, involvement in a what I would love to believe is a national paradigm shift to a greener more symbiotic way of living with the environmental nature of this planet rather than as its exploitive owner. There is no arguing the fact that George Bush slipped into daddy's car and wrecked it because we thought it was on automatic child proof.

So what are my hopes for 2009?

First, I hope we ARE the ones we've been waiting for by educating our children with our own good examples of personal symbiosis with our environment instead of settling for and shipping them off to the Amerkin Extrusion & Molding Company our education system has become in hopes that subjecting them to new improved versions of the Christian-America exceptionality that warped our formative years will help them conform in a less painfully debilitating way than it turned out for most of us to be. As if. Each one of us is more moral than all of us.

Second, I'd like the Secretary of Education to recognize the valuable contribution to be had from the experience of retirees from the steeple chase of a career as mentors to lend perspective to instruction through all stages of education. I am thinking of the organic education system I read of on the island of Tikopi where one is considered a child at play, even while gardening and fishing for food, until one begins to reflect on their lives and become more sedentary and easier, more encouraging prey to the burgeoning curiosity of the children's attention soaking up the reflections and tales of the elders.

Third — after the immediate priorities of ceasing both our criminal wars of occupation and incarcerating the criminals that lied us into and perpetuated them have been satisfied — the problems of oil dependency, environmental pollution, corporate bailout and unemployment may be faced as one front under a Secretary of the Future which employs people in the research and development of alternative energy generation and distribution through established manufacturers now required to retool for non petroleum based energy sources and methods of transmission. I outlined a scenerio earlier about a vehicle powered pneumatically on city streets that converts to a hover craft driven by the electricity drawn from the surface of a solar cell interstate highway system which, since the revolutionary reworking of the nation's infrastructure during its much belated maintenance, supplies enough harmless electric power for the entire planet. No more power lines, the highway is the circuit board/power grid and we are Tron.

Fourth, I'd like to see food production be returned to local responsibility for the dual benefit of increased production and nutrition yielded by more personal, organic, less mechanized, chemically and genetically altered care and a more general concern for the welfare of our environment throughout the population as a guard against renewed abuse.

Then, I guess I'd have to break the habit of pinching myself because my normal environment of something to hope for would have been transformed into a realization of my pipe dreams and carving a piece of wood would be the mere happening it had formerly felt like a distraction from hoping for. Shoobedobedo.

I got myself a voice recorder. It leaves me strangely mute to begin with but doesn't distract me with the aesthetics of my hand writing and certainly is more handy for more explanatory jots than,

A note so pure it sucked the wind out of me

or

A slingshot has more range
Than spit pits of some orange

And they said it couldn't be done!

"DISOBEDIENCE IS ESSENTIAL TO DEMOCRACY …"

Once again, Howard Zinn nails the conflect between government and the people and lays a curative agenda before President Barack Obama who he trusts will listen if the sense it makes is brought to him by the people as convincingly as their favor of him. Democracy Now! is the best use made of any medium you can name. Relevant and immediate, revealing and immersive, Amy Goodman and company are the eye in the back of the two handed/party shell shuffler hiding the pea behind the mainstream facade of National Security, God and American exceptionality.

ANU GARG'S WORD TO THE WISE

A Word A Day greeted me this morning with one of the wisest quotes I've ever encountered on a most auspicious of occasions; New Year's Day:

The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. -Marcel Proust, novelist (1871-1922)