Maybe a doppelganger symbolizes all of the unconscious parts of you, the things on autopilot, the parts which are you, but which aren’t YOU, the felt you.
Perhaps when you feel all of you, they disappear. I think that’s close to the truth. The shadows lose their last hiding place.
But awareness is not abstract. People try and make it an intellectual thing, a philosophical thing. It is more like being relatively more aware of your little toe. It is not that you feel your little toe all the time, so much as your little toe is not hiding from you. It’s like “hey, I’m here, but nothing to do. All good.” When you go looking for it, as for example in a Kum Nye exercise, it comes on line right away. There is no separation.
The American Left could not care less. They are obsessed with their made up fairy tales about “white supremacy”, privilege, gender this that and the other. These are really all just excuses for the open exercise of hatred, and emotional violence.
There are no good hearts there. According to Egyptian tradition, they are bringing anvils which no amount of lying will ever make light or pure. It is not a creed of goodness. Quite the opposite.
Do many good people identify as Democrats? I assume so, but I am speaking of the core of those leading what they intend as a “revolution”, which means political coup followed by mass bloodshed, countless tears, and a return to autocratic rule more suited to the 1st century than the 21st. These people are everywhere, and they are open about what they want, now. Obama gave them permission to speak, and now nobody can shut them up.
What I wanted to comment is that there were apparently much clearer implications of the British Royals—I forget which one, as those people don’t interest me—than Bill Clinton.
As I said before, some years ago, I believe Lady Di was assassinated when it was learned by the Queen that she was pregnant by Dodi Fayed. “Not a fucking darkie”, I can see her saying in her innermost chambers to her Consiglieri. And some former SAS have claimed they played a role.
For me, it was based on a dream. But some of my dreams I believe.
Imagine the scandal is a British Prince was found to be fucking underage sex slaves. Not a good look, to put it mildly.
It’s always good to suspect the Clinton’s, but in this case we might want to cast a wider net.
The role of a culture is to allow for the free expression of emotion, as channeled by cultural habit. There are places, ways, times to emote. Whenever you see a culture which has the reputation for being spontaneous and warm–say the Spanish and Italians, or even the Arabs–you will also see cultural conservatism, robust Catholicism, or Islamic belief and practice.
If you look at the Swedes, say, they are cold, intellectual, distant. This actually means there is a large swelling of emotion in them, but not expressed, not processed, not present but merely latent. Such groundswells, such floods, lead people in all sorts of directions which make no sense, because nothing they feel is expressed easily or openly, least of all to their own consciousnesses.
In America, we are awash in consumerism, in habitual where not addictive media consumption–most of all sex and violence. We are addicted to work, to “fun”, but have grown to lack a shared framework for the expression of experience.
The whole Trump Derangement Personality Disorder (as I have decided to call it) consists in a way OUT for oceans of feeling. You have masses of people who have denied themselves obvious and simple love of country, expressed as patriotism. They have denied themselves pride in their past or present. They are by and large emotionally alienated, which makes their belonging to the Leftist cult a matter of intense personal need. Without that, without that belonging, they have nothing. This generates a terrifying latent fear of rejection and being left out. This, in turn, creates the stimulus for shared, group, hate, even when–as it plainly is here–it is thoroughly, even determinedly, irrational.
Feelings are always there. If you are not aware of them, they are driving you. Even if you think you are distant from feelings, cold, calculating, rational, logical, they are driving you. Most of all when you think they are doing nothing.
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This is obviously a propagandistic tactic designed, specifically, as Agitation Propaganda, in order to rile up rank and file Democrats against the Great Evil they are opposing, and to continue to place fear in the hearts of rank and file blacks that they are not good enough to survive on their own.
Republicans, in turn–and I will reiterate most of the people in this discussion are white on both sides–are saying, in effect: blacks have their own voices, their own souls, their own consciences. Blacks are people just like us. Just like the Irish. Just like the Jews. Just like the Italians and Polish. They deserve equal rights and equal privileges. And you cannot reason backwards from the fact that someone is more successful, that they must have done something wrong, or enjoyed some unique benefit.
In fact, I think most more thoughtful Republicans would argue that the single worst thing that ever happened to the black folks in this country, outside of slavery itself, was being talked into handing over their personal power, and sense of purpose and control, to the Democrat Party. Why do the ghettoes remain ghettoes? Because rank and file blacks continue to assume that the Democrats will fix everything, because they promise to every two years.
As I’ve said before, my own racism, such that it is, consists in looking at the stupidity inherent in continuing to believe liars across many decades. It’s always easier to let someone else take care of you. But if they aren’t DOING IT, at what point do you call bullshit and start picking yourself up by your own bootstraps?
It seems likely that as internet access becomes more widely available, more and more blacks will reach this same conclusion. I think a great many didn’t even realize how much time white people were spending talking about what to do with them.
But as in 1850, I would frame the divide thus: on the one side–then as now, the Democrat side–you have people arguing in effect that black people cannot be expected to care for themselves without help from white people. On the other side, you have–then as now–Republicans saying the opposite, by and large. I will just quote Frederick Douglass here:
What I ask for the Negro is not benevolence, not pity, not sympathy, but simply justice. [Applause.] The American people have always been anxious to know what they shall do with us. Gen. Banks was distressed with solicitude as to what he should do with the Negro. Everybody has asked the question, and they learned to ask it early of the abolitionists, “What shall we do with the Negro?” I have had but one answer from the beginning. Do nothing with us! Your doing with us has already played the mischief with us. Do nothing with us! If the apples will not remain on the tree of their own strength, if they are wormeaten at the core, if they are early ripe and disposed to fall, let them fall! I am not for tying or fastening them on the tree in any way, except by nature’s plan, and if they will not stay there, let them fall. And if the Negro cannot stand on his own legs, let him fall also. All I ask is, give him a chance to stand on his own legs! Let him alone! If you see him on his way to school, let him alone, don’t disturb him! If you see him going to the dinner table at a hotel, let him go! If you see him going to the ballot- box, let him alone, don’t disturb him! [Applause.] If you see him going into a work-shop, just let him alone,–your interference is doing him a positive injury. Gen. Banks’ “preparation” is of a piece with this attempt to prop up the Negro. Let him fall if he cannot stand alone! If the Negro cannot live by the line of eternal justice, so beautifully pictured to you in the illustration used by Mr. Phillips, the fault will not be yours, it will be his who made the Negro, and established that line for his government. [Applause.] Let him live or die by that. If you will only untie his hands, and give him a chance, I think he will live.
Do black people need the government to survive? This is the question. I would ask: did the Irish? The Italians? The Jews? Most of those people came from places where they were themselves for all intents and purposes enslaved. It’s arguable, in fact, that even in the modern era more Irish were subjected to slavery than African blacks.
How, put another way, is the question “are blacks genuinely more needy than every other race and ethnic group”, not racist to its core?
This is why Leftists abuse language. It allows them to abuse logic, and the abuse of logic enables the most ludicrous things to come to seem obvious to the point that violence is allowable to enforce them. This describes every totalitarian regime in the 20th century, with the possible exception of Franco’s Spain, which did, as it seems to me, look backward to a past that actually existed, although I cannot claim to have studied it in depth. It certainly describes Fascism, National Socialism, and all the variants of the Communist disease, from Lenin to Pol Pot and Fidel Castro.
Children–at least sensitive children of the sort I was–have to evolve their own split to cope with the contradiction. You shift seamlessly from one to the other, or superimpose the two frequencies on one another. (All totalitarian brain-washing depends on creating this split, between core personality, and assumed self, and on forcing, through threat of various forms of violence and pain, the person to forget their original self entirely.)
Anyway, last night, dreaming, I found myself first looking at a magnificent mountain range in Japan, then watching two crazy samurai ride a powerful mountain river, with countless twists and turns and jagged rocks.
This, to me, represents the beginning of integration. The number 2 is significant. Both parts were riding the same wave, at the same time. The water of course is raw emotion.
I was also fighting, and losing to, a giant in my dream, repeatedly. But every time I lost, I was resurrected, and fought again. And in every bout, I became a little more like the giant, more equal to him. I could tell, in the end, he could see where it was going and beginning to respect me. That’s how I woke up this morning.
Personally, I am maddened by the abuse of this word. I have talked about it often. But my root work is figuring this love thing out. I did not feel loved as a child. My parents, like most of their generation, I think, never used the word. They never said they loved me.
That part I find very easily forgivable and forgettable. “Love” was not a word they used to throw around much, outside of church. But it was something expressed in action, in how parents looked at their children, in the care they took for them.
I would in fact assert as a general principle that if you have to tell someone you love them, you probably don’t. This doesn’t mean that even where love is present, you shouldn’t say so often. I believe you should. “I love you” is the last thing I tell my kids every time I see them or talk with them. They have heard it very literally many thousands of times over the years. But they feel it too, I am quite sure.
My challenge is that, to be loving, you need to feel safe to other people. To feel safe to other people, you need to feel calm and safe yourself. Paranoia, and chronic contextual overarousal, if not antithetical to love, is incompatible with it. And I am paranoid and chronically overaroused. I find it very hard to trust, to calm down. This makes it hard to love me, and hard for me to love others.
So, although my long term goal is to become loving, I have a very large amount of work to do. I get flashes here and there. My potential is enormous. I am extraordinarily perceptive when I am feeling good.
But in the long run, the only good plan for dealing with shooters is for all of us to become better human beings, better parents, better citizens, better friends and neighbors. The shooters, as I have said before, are just canaries in a coal mine. They are a symptom that far too many of us are not getting enough emotional nourishment, are failing to feel loved, are failing to thrive.
My work continues. It’s lonely, but it is my work. I am doing, as well as I am able, what I am on Earth to do. My progress is glacial, but I feel that when it breaks open, it will do so relatively quickly. Many processes are going on in the darkness, and when they see light, I will realize, I feel, I know things I did not even know I knew.
I want to found a new church, a new way of being socially, a new way of remembering God and appreciating the value of life. But it will not work if I myself am not in the right place. I pray every day for guidance and strength in this project, and if you are so inclined please pray for me too. I can use and will welcome all the help I can get. I don’t like being an island, but I can’t figure out an alternative. People don’t listen to me, most of the time, and it seems certain that some part of me is pushing them away; although, I think often people hear “inner work”, and they sense the pain, without feeling the possibility of the pleasure of release from cages.