On becoming a cultural heretic

 

Introduction To ‘A sick culture’


Introduction To
‘A sick culture’


Inherent Resistance to being the social dynamics’ Agent

My entire social interaction has been a repulsion to my style, while their style of consensus has proven itself, in aggregate as the mirage forest of platitudes, to be so contradictory and toxic, in comparison to their self-identified benign congeniality.

What was classically thought of as me being an anti-social misfit, has turned-out over the span of history as a demonstration of the neurotic and accumulative societal pathologies of others. Those “pathologies'' were consensually accepted as the contemporaneous ‘standard of behavior’. Yet those benign, to trivially banal social interactions are and have been the accommodating acquiescence. Its orientation to a general, civil vernacular and colloquial of thought, which provides the false narrative of collegiality. That state doesn’t challenge the macro because it would be uncivilly disruptive, yet it would castigate the micro to the proverbial ‘pointing out the tiny mote in the accused eyes while missing the metaphorical blind-spot beam in their own eyes’.

This plays out in both small cliques as well as institutional protocols, in which the pecking order hierarchy, most venal in small cliques and insidiously destructive in the institutional ones, effect the consequences. How it came to this is up to speculation. My own take is that it’s part of the limbic response to “existential threats"-

those that challenge the particulars of individuals' daily operational conceptions to the point that it’s too great a radical change from their status quo that they refuse  the major external accommodation to what has been their status with the group cohesive and adhesive accommodations to those matrixes bonds.

It’s not what I, at the least, did not comprehend until nearly 7 decades into my own life. It took being ‘the iconoclastic’ in grammar school, and the growing recognition by me of being in a social disaffection in junior/middle/high school. I had a beginning self-validation of myself and my ways in college from the demonstrated shallow signifying of others by the preponderance of my peers and the contemporaneous authority figures. In  the military service, the hallmark for me besides the importance of consistent self-discipline, was the abuse of title and authority by those whose titles required them to have a fiduciary duty before their own personal self-interests or aggrandizement. Civilian life was not only more of the same recognized abuses of position and authority, but the banal obedience to protocols that inflicted institutional injustice and perpetuated the individual mindsets of both vapid collegiality as well as cynical opportunism.

What makes this worse, is that these forms exist throughout cultures and societies from the most debased to the most privileged, and across all ethnicities and races. This perception I have makes me wonder, how I could have developed to not being one cohesive or adherent to these noxious mindsets. I came to this conclusion:  The ‘Tabula rasa’ conception

, noted by Aristotle, the Stoics, John Locke, and David Hume was incomplete, due to their era’s ignorance of the fetus in the womb being affected not only by what the bearer ingests, but the external surroundings’ effects, kinetically and psychologically on the bearer of the fetus. With this caveat to the ‘tabula rasa’, the fetus’s advent to this temporal dimension is one of no conscious predispositions except for its physiological sustainment of nutrients and extra-corporeal "psychological nurturing".

For me the incidental postpartum nurturing had the unique feature of being in a non-consciously intentional, cloistered environment. Many of the ways and “rules” of social interaction weren’t experienced, thus they were never learned. The rules of behavior came from my parents and the logic for their rules. That has been and continues to be my underlying foundation for my logic and its rationalizations. 

Reaffirming outside sources from biographies and other media noting the inspirational and the dastardliness of people, their ideas and action gave me an even broader sense of the forms of logic and their unique applications for my analysis of things.

 Whether this was attributable to the coincidences of the uniquely shrewd timing and placement of me along the contemporary historical timeline is equally  and astoundingly improbable.

It would've been similar to me having a predestined commission simultaneous to the coital precipitation of my physical conception. I dunno.

What I do know is my strong affinity to not only the dicta of Genesis 18: 10-30, Job 1: 6-11, Bhagavad Gita 3: 20-26, Futul al Ghaib 27th Discourse, Franz Fanon’s Wretched of the Earth and Black Skin, White Mask; RD Laing’s Politics of Experience and Self and Others, and the most pivotal self indictment, David Riesman, Nathan Glazer, and Reuel Denney’s The Lonely Crowd. Throw in the corollaries that led to my own improvisations leading to my present character dynamic.

This dynamic has me in the otherwise skeptical-to-cynical mindset of a “grace” of being ‘luckier than deserved’. That “luck” has given me forebodings and deja vus, as well as fortuitous portals of happenstance of  my many times clueless-as-a-naif circumstances. This grace has gotten me through many of an eye-of-a-needle circumstance.

During all those times of unfortunate or zealous attitudes by me, it’s never been attributed as being favorable to me because of my relative or comparative ‘goodness’. Perhaps, for my honest earnestness that may have been the only quality for such facilitating redemptions.

Because of the beneficence of that grace, I feel an obligation to pay-it-forward. I have been getting better at ‘paying it forward’ as I acknowledged the more substantial rewards of being a tribune for an inquisitive earnest honesty, than aligning in cohesive conformity or slavish adherence to whatever is the temporal norm of the era. 

Being a celebrant of the moment's possibilities, than some pro forma conformist gestures  and signification of the social or cultural order has also made me more prudent of the focus to where I extend my energies. The consequence  of that has developed me as more monastic

, if not less gregarious, when the opportunities present themselves.

The reason for my more monastic approach is because of the odiousness of the metastatic sickness spreading itself in all the dimensional depths of this culture.

That 'sickness' marginalized, then disaffected and estranged me to their proscribed attitudes and "necessary" behaviors. Those attitudes and behaviors have led me in reaction to a discipline that gave me a greater appreciation of the elegant consummation of the basic mechanics necessity for my sustaining operations. 

Those sustained operations, being the primary and imperative priority of focus, allowed for an inner-neural 'RAM-space'.

That extra-'RAM' allowed for a neurally more tranquil disposition to receive or attend to the more subtle signal phenomena, that I'd have otherwise associated with the background and foreground social noise. This "noise" became a collection of aggregated phenomena that spoke of dimensions of meaning discounted and dismissed by pedestrian mundanity. 

It WAS the pedestrian mundanity that needed to be dismissed and discounted. The sublime, subtle phenomena provided the anecdotal testimony and evidence for the dismissal and discounting of mundanity's standards. The anecdotal reason for this conclusion will be the subject of the elaboration of this theme, ‘A Sick Culture’.

Eliminating the noise: PHENOMENAL CASTE LEVEL EXPERIENCE

                                        PHENOMENAL CASTE LEVEL EXPERIENCE

It's the level of comprehension of signals received that's dependent on the mindset of apprehension. The level of existence you have found yourself: as a pawn of others narratives; as a spin doctor seeking pawns; or your own rules of definition. They determine what you will apprehend and comprehend. They are tales of illusion of delusion from the mind being played by others, consciously; your experience, incidentally; or from your own neurotic psychoses.

Time's passage is the 'grand determinant' for what psycho-social category we've selected for ourselves. I can testify that my own "designation" came from a most round-about and contorted series of paths for which  plans-made would have sent me  only to some algorithmic, programmed mindsets validated by the smugness of herd consensual surroundings. Mine was an interplay of emotionally impressionable interactions that precipitated insightful perspectives which changed the interpretive perception of the signals encountered in my cognitive field. 

The details are apocryphally anecdotal and good for character count padding found with 'published works'. I can best describe the phenomena as consciousness molding. It started randomly, and as the random anecdotals aggregated to to a quantity which revealed patterns,  I apprehended threads of meaning. Those meanings brought me back to a misgiving I had as a child regarding the path of human social logic. It was a gut reaction, then. As years and the decades passed the observed and learned-of documented contradictions, paradoxes, and inconsistencies made me less reliant on the promotion and advocacy of the social order in place and open to other "assertions".

Those 'assertions' came in the form of the surreal and the incredulously marvelous. Those events made an indelible impression upon me for their symbolic advent as well as their practical fortuity for me in the moment. When it came to a critical head on Saturday, August 15th 1970 in the form of an exhortation to 'Do what I gotta do', I intuitively knew its implication would be shredding the basis on which my social (and holistic) focus had been based. 

It was only as circumstances limited my interaction with the general social dynamic that the resulting latitude in my solitude allowed for the freed mind space to entertain signals other than the narratives being propagated in the media and the pedestrian space. I acquired greater respect for the survivalist and their reclusive self-reliant creeds. Yet, I wasn't satisfied to JUST BE existing in the absence-of-noise. I knew there was some phenomena 'out there' that was implying another dimension of existence and consciousness. That consciousness was not bound by the temporal paradigms and protocols of cultural history and contemporary (trendy) traditions.

In shredding the basis on which my world view operated, the more incidental emotional and intellectual space of detachment and estrangement from the  immediate social bonds and their cultural obeisance was the emotional shock to my hormonal system. That hormonal system controlled my physiological response to the discernable changes and adjustments I had to make physically in my socially obligatory and discretionary navigations of the day. Doing that  altered my mechanical mental gymnastics and the over-all consciousness that rationalized that navigation. 

I was noticing the ever increasing disparate and comparative contrast between myself and others which declared for me that there was a subjectively unique perspective in which I was engaging. I knew the immediate compulsions for that behavior, but I hadn't defined for myself the path to the even more important goal, purpose and meaningfulness of that path.

As time passed, it was becoming clearer that an other human-agent or agents would not be the solution. The limitations for ANY one person to: 1-have that resonating intensity and 2-have the symmetry in intentions with me was not a practical or feasible expectations. This precluded, except for an improbable lottery winning probability

, that an acutely provocative source would be the 'answer to all my    angsts soul-mate'. As this became more decidedly clear, rather than accept the accommodation with the mundane imperfect, I made myself the contrarian  antagonist, de facto enemy of the consensus of temporal 'good'.

In that self-inflicted social banishment and exile from the social graces of my contemporaries

, I was left figuratively and literally with my dreams and their surprisingly subtle insights. As much as the acculturation and indoctrination of institutional and informal education influenced my perception and the derived  thinking, so I found in the dreams the analogies, metaphors, and explicit didactics which temporal experience had been as my instructor.

The dynamics of that revealed to me that 'reality' is found simultaneously in many different dimensions of space in the past-present-and-future. Most contemporary folks live for the reality of the present based on the rationales of the narrative manipulated past. Sometimes those manipulations are done from acute  provincialistic bias of the cultural history of the space. That cultural history for  them is sincerely accepted as the true purpose of the stated "facts", if not the actual facts, per se. Then there are those who cynically use others sincere belief as widgets  to spin a yarn of the reality they prefer that others believe,  for some abstractly anointed 'good for all'. Then there are the indifferent to 'the facts' but have ala carte agnostic use of some those 'facts' that are useful to them.

This next group that is nihilistic toward 'the facts' and anarchic attitudes and actions to either of the formerly stated orders of 'reality'.

I see reality as an ever-changing and evolving consciousness from temporal and  extra-temporal dimensions

. Temporally, we are mobile, tangible, sensory modules. Our sensate capacities allow us to receive signals. Due to historically expedient  needs, certain signals had gained greater importance and priority for their  immediate utility. That utility hasn't remained constant. The perceived increased dependency of need came from the over dependence of 'treating every problem as a nail, as if a hammer was the best expeditious means' than other options requiring a mindset that had yet to be developed to the point of utilizable appreciation.

Beyond the temporal and tangible sensory apprehended tools of conception there were more subtle and abstract tools of use. It is here where dreams provide the hints and clues of analogies, surrogates, and metaphors for the individual. In that space of detached estrangement one can see one's own mini-dramas by the cryptic analogies, surrogates, and metaphors presented in dreams so graphic that they could be holograms. Those 'holograms', set in the past, present, and future, are presentations of your own self, mostly [though other individual characters can be shown, absent your non-dream sentimental bias for-or-against them]

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Learning from the aggregation of these dreams over time has not only been a  curated, insightful knowledge experience, but a circumstantial fortuity of mentoring grace for me. I can only speculate that the fabricated ideations made by my subconscious for my dream protagonists are that each has their own energy. When I am in that frequency of resonance with whatever matching energy, it's as   much as the Earth's magnetic field shields its from minor extra-terrestrial disruptors, shields 'my worldly operations' from the worldly based madness of 'off-the-chain' caste operatives. 

My monastic detachment and estrangement from their principalities and domains allows me the piece of peace to  have my mind recreate unconsciously and subconsciously in the relative drama-free dimension of Self. It's in our neurotically, self-comprehend apprehension and perceptual interpretations of our mind's phenomena generated snapshot reports of our emotional perspective of the world which allow us the incidental appreciation of the dimensions that co-exist with our pedestrian temporality

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Filtering out the Treasures

 

Filtering out the Treasures 

 

 1 Corinthians 13:9-12 King James Version 

⁹ For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. ¹⁰ But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.  ¹¹ When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.  ¹² For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

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O, You seekers of the 'Utopian Kingdom'. It's your metaphorical mirage!

There is only hunger and desire awaiting you. There will be no satisfaction for you.

 

When you realize that tending conscientiously to the intangibles of the consequences  of your existential, incidental circumstances, and the karmic obligations you've taken on 'in the pursuit of the mirage': then will you find the satisfaction of the earnest effort of your heart, mind, and soul.

Each day brings you your 'daily bread' of duties to consume to have atonement with yourself from past karmic burdens and earn the enhancement of the benefits learning the sources of your vitality.

Futile and False Creeds of Meaning and Emotional Security

 

Futile and False Creeds of 

Meaning and Emotional Security

From the tangibles of currency to the intangibles of relationships. The futility in seeking meaning and security in things of inherent limits shows the fallacy of such premises. Worse than the futility and vanity of the pursuit is the denigration and dismissal of the ethics and values of physical conditions and their intangibles which give cognitive guidance, since they don't flatter the ego and its satiating need for its comparative 'special uniqueness' with others.

As ALL persons' created value and dignity is spoken of as the equality of mottoes and platitudes, our choice of expression in the those values has been the whore of self-seeking that's undermined the structures for which we were created as a co-symbiotic and co-synergistic beings in this biospheric network. Our over-estimation of our "entitled" esteem based on that uniqueness has given license to the whoredom of our unwinding as a culture that is the foundation of our existence.

It is this informal and formal disseminations of these ethos and creeds that has led to the present conundrums of the present dystopian existence on the margins which  begs the question of the core operations. The vulnerabilities at the margins reveals the weaknesses of the extensions of the core's structural architecture.

Yet the promotions, apologetics, and deflection of the short-comings so that the ego of unique self-esteems can pursue its self-flattery. There's no shame. just deceptive to brazen avariciousness of intent. For this you will be cursed to wander in your misplaced vanities and pride. 

 

Posturing performance personas and Earnest au naturel personas

 For all the avatars and emojis we choose, the same occurs in our pedestrian street existence. We use our most mundane secular image or the wildest surreal image to represent the mood/soul of our persona. I have used

This one, taken in front of the White House fence barrier, was a 'Ta-duh!! Behold the man' introduction of the anonymous one from the western prairies coming to see "the magnificence" which dominates our existence. As the clothes show, there's no pretension.

This one here, one might consider a pretension of me being some learned pedagogue. In fact it is me showing the futility of higher knowledge using a surrogate symbol as the all-rectifying variable 'leap of logic' that gives the inscrutable process to resolving the problem. 

 

This next image of 'The Four Horseman is more abstract presentation representing my attitude of a prophet foretelling the future.It would be a more verbal performance for which the 'future' is the sole validating manifestation

 

This, as my subjective opinion of my operative performance, could be affirmed by objective consensus of others of my actions and expressions.

The symbol of 'Marie of the French Revolution' is similar to the icon image of 'the Show-off'. Again, thee performance is the judgement of my congruence with the ethos that this image projects

                              

 

                                           

The imageof Skaka is another 'attitude projection' tha would need to be affirmed by congruent actions that would bring King Shaka to mind.

This one is my presentation of my projection of myself, starting with my humanity and then radiating out as the monastic monk-sublime character of shaman. 

All those abstract presentations are fine and temporally consistent with the conventional and extremes manifestations. As current events have demonstrated, what you think you are and aspire to in your own mind and its motivations is secondary to what you actually perform. 

Abstractions are good for rhetoric driven values. When the rhetoric of words are seen as just props, then consistent and congruent acts declare validity and credibility. All the homilies and platitudes do not give validity or credibility, no matter what concurrent rhetoric exists as validation.

As an aside, the posturing of the Western Alliance-NATO to Putin reminds me of the Western Roman Empire to the Huns and Goths from the eastern steppes, and later, 800 years later, how Europe fecklessly responded to the Mongols. The affected actions driven by obstractions, aka faux-theatrics performance for others, behaviors that the nuances of "sophistication" enable such behaviors that people of serious gravitas sneer at with disdain at such dilettante affectations. They are taken with little seriousness.

'THE WORD' -The New Testament for Empaths-

 

Supplemental video

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'THE WORD'

-The New Testament for Empaths-

       

Now those with insight will know why Jesus and 

the Christmas narrative have been so enduring 

over the ages.  In times of so great greed, amorality, 

corruption, and callousness in the pursuit of 

naked power; so great that people were abandoned 

to seek shelter in competition with their kindred 

beasts of toil, a promised hope entered the world. 

And just on the rumor of that presence's meaning, 

the genesis of a new testament of #Liberation 

replaced the default acceptance of 

‘things-as-they-are’ for the 

‘THINGS-THAT-COULD/SHOULD-BE’.

Just as then, the callous depravity of those with 

the temporary stewardship of the Earth’s bounty 

has become so figuratively and literally grave that 

such an ethos has become a consensus, 

main-stream behavior to the great adversity to the 

have-nots of privilege and access.

Even in these adversely formidable conditions, 

the animistic spirit of physiological empathy is still 

an in-born characteristic which dwells in the breasts 

of those for whom the hardships of their common 

diversity is shared. In that sharing another ethos 

dialectic is inseminated and gestates. It is the practices 

of equity and cooperative existence. 

In that existence are the standards of decency, which 

have been sidelined by those of more selfish and 

depraved motives. Yet, that decency speaks to a state 

of felicitous and facilitating grace exhibited in the 

mutual caring for the other to affirm the mutual intents 

of that equity and grace. That grace has an overarching 

purpose of being the bulwark against the selfish 

depravities of the times.

That bulwark, personified in an individual presence 

and the articulated narrations of that presence, 

is the enduring and ever-renewing testament for our 

inbred physiology of empathetic solidarity for one 

another’s condition, as given by the paradigm of 

the advent of ‘The Nativity’.