Message From Goethe

It's the country life for me.....

Lest we sometimes feel discouraged, dispirited, dejected. A failing in spirit and motivation. 'Is it all worth it? Why bother? What's the point?' Probably most readers of Pale Green Vortex have been there. I have, and still make the occasional visit. Here are some words from Goethe that I came across, which may spur us on:

'Truth has to be repeated constantly, because Error also is being preached all the time, and not just by a few, but by the multitude. In the Press and Encyclopaedias, in Schools and Universities, everywhere Error holds sway, feeling happy and comfortable in the knowledge of having Majority on its side.'

These words are remarkable for a number of reasons. Spoken around two hundred years ago, they remain absolutely and precisely true. The press - we know about that: the encyclopaedias - use wiki with discernment, and don't believe something just because wiki says so. The schools and universities - don't be taken in by academics. Falsifying and skewing stats, data, rewriting history (remember how the medieval warming period was about to be written out of existence).

Goethe's words tell us that nothing much has changed. We get caught up and taken in by the new, by 'progress', but from one angle this is all bullshit. The game of Empire and control is an ancient game - some say it goes back to the Egyptians or beyond. We are participants in a long, drawn-out theatre. We do well to remember this.

    

Down on the Farm

It was a couple of months ago that we were returning to the Scottish mainland from the Outer Hebrides. While on the ferry we fell into conversation with a crofting couple from those famed Western Isles. The ensuing communication I found to be fascinating, thought-provoking, an eye-opener. About how, for example, the Crofting Commission attempts to encourage a continuation of this form of agriculture, while EU regulations of the one-size-fits-all variety create all kind of obstacles and difficulties for crofters, thereby hastening their disappearance into the history books.

The modern-day crofter does not come reeking of peat smoke and looking like they haven't had a wash for weeks. Our crofting couple were a rather well-dressed dapper-looking pair in their late middle-age. While the male stayed full-time on the farm, the lady divided her time between Edinburgh and the Western Isles.

Crofing is an endangered species. Its roots lie in the mistreatment of native inhabitants by large landowners in  the past. Today it represents a way of life and of farming more in harmony with the rhythms and cycles of the natural world than do most other agricultural systems to be found in north-western Europe.

One topic of conversation that particularly piqued my curiosity was that of Gaelic. This is the language traditionally spoken in Highland Scotland, with its current existence restricted mainly to the far-flung regions of the country. The crofting couple were openly dismissive of Scottish misgovernment's efforts to revive the language. 'It's people in Glasgow that are learning it, while the culture and traditions that actually produced the language are dying out. How can you really know Gaelic when you don't know about peat, kelp, the sea? It's being preserved as a museum piece, not as a living part of a real culture.' This got me thinking....

Frothy surface substitutes for the real thing. It's commonplace. I notice it, and painfully, with regard to eco-stuff and the environment. The green people. Not all of them, but many propelled by an idea of the environment, thought up in a second-floor apartment in the middle of the urban jungle. Similarly with those people guzzling organic juice while living completely synthetic lives in a totally synthetic big city environment.

The difference between an idea of a thing and the thing itself is not experienced at all by many of these idealistic yet, in a way, alienated folk. They don't know the difference, or realise that there may indeed be any difference to distinguish in the frst place. It may be an experience that is not readily come upon - it was unknown to me before my early twenties.

Frothy substitutes, mistaken identities. They all lead me back to the vexed subject of the archons....

A fellow blogger and occasional correspondent included the following instructive take in a recent piece of communication about one of my posts. My recent Gnostic/archon references went, he said, 'a bit further than my curiosity on the subject, and were filed as..... beliefs and belief systems that both of us seem to find an encumbrance.' He is correct - and I'm certainly not in the business of replacing old belief systems with new ones (if you have had direct personal experience of the archons' existence, that is another matter, I suppose). However, putting aside the question of the literal existence of archons, I submit a useful tool to be the adjective derived therefrom: archontic. The archons, according to the Gnostics, are inorganic beings, and the mode of experience they transmit, archontic, is inorganic. It is not direct, real, but fabricated, inorganic. Archontic denotes a type of experience that is virtual, synthetic, substitute, and - this is the trick - without the experiencer realising this to be the case at all!

There is one aspect of the archontic mode of experience - the dominant form of experience of most people embedded in western civilisation, I propose - that proves particularly useful here. A favourite tactic of the archons, it seems, is that of what is called  HAL in the Coptic language - translated as 'simulation'. John Lash explores this in brilliant fashion in 'The End of Patriarchy', chapter seventeen of 'Not In His Image'. "In Gnostic terms the replication of nature in lifeless forms exemplifies HAL, archontic simulation. In the shift from organic form to abstraction an entire range of values is lost, and other values contrary to organic life are adopted as if they were equal, or even superior to, the lost values." And again, "It is as if you mind-modelled nature and then imagined that the lifeless model in your mind itself produces nature."

This is not easy material to get to grips with - not for me, at least. The quotes need reading and re-reading, the ideas need time and energy to be cooked, digested, in the mind. But I feel this material is extremely important, since it describes the mentality that increasingly comes to create the counterfeit world we inhabit, without our even realising that it is counterfeit. The material lays out the mechanism whereby the synthetic world comes into being. Sustituting EU directives as superior to the direct, organic wisdom of the crofters. Promoting Gaelic outside its genuine context, while doing little to fertilise its roots in the lives of men and women in their relationship to the land. A web of synthetic theory based in HAL, simulation. Furthermore, it is a pivotal aspect of much modern 'environmentalism'. Programmes, agendas, abstractions dreamed up in centrally-heated offices. Bereft of direct contact with and real love for Gaia-Sophia, they substitute it with a virtual environmental reality, one that produces the opposite of what it claims to promote. It's all in the archontic mentality. But more of that in the future, folks.

Photo: undiscoveredscotland



      

And Some Truths Just Never Exist

This is what people come from all over the world to see

Last week, my wife bought a copy of a local newspaper. She doesn't normally do this, but there was a promotional offer, with a packet of biscuits given away free with every newspaper sold. She fancied the biscuits....

On page 27 of the 'Press and Journal', September 11th 2015 edition, were the usual 'Letters to the editor'. Among them was a communication from a lady from Corwen in North Wales. For the past fifteen years, she wrote, she had holidayed in Scotland with her two sons, enjoying the magnificent landscapes the country had to offer. She would be doing so no more, however. During their last visit, up the M74, through Glasgow and on to Oban, they had been kept company by windfarm after windfarm, and they didn't come all the way to Highland Scotland to look at industrialised landscapes. Visitors were being treated 'with utter contempt' by the Scottish Government, she concluded (not just visitors, I would add, but residents of rural areas), 'I've had enough of being taken for an undiscerning fool' she signed off. Spot on.

The impact of windfarms on tourism in Scotland has recently come increasingly into the spotlight. This I actually find a bit strange. From day one, anyone in their right minds would see that windfarms would damage tourism, in rural places at least. I have yet to meet the people who come all the way to the Scottish Highlands for the privilege of opening the curtains in their bed and breakfast to stare out at an army of enormous metal constructions gleaming in the morning sun. But this is a perfect example of the process described in my most recent post. Enough slimy ideologues and profiteers were able to deny the obvious for long enough for the windfarm invasion to get into top gear. Even now, reports are commissioned into the question. Findings published. Findings questioned. More reports commissioned. All the time, the windfarm programme is proceeding apace. In layman's terms, delaying tactics. A facade of consultation and democracy hides a pre-planned programme being put into place. Even now, the Scottish misgovernment insists that windfarms and tourism can flourish side by side. And white is black, dear friends.


Last month I spent a few days in the Big City. It was great to see one or two friends and family members. But for the rest it was the predicted psychic disaster. After ten years of living away from this environment, I have become a slightly different type of being to the typical big city resident. If I wished to have children (a bit late now, I know....), I could not do it with a being from the Big City world. They are a slightly different species. I do not live out in the wilds of Highland Scotland, but on the edge of what is a small city. Nevertheless, substantial daily contact with trees, hills, rivers and streams, cloud, rain, wind, occasionally sun, have altered my experience of myself and of the world. I am in communication with the natural matrix out of which I have come, and which continues to sustain me. For the majority (there are some exceptions) of inner city inhabitants this is not the case. The enfolding environment is relentlessly synthetic. and this makes a difference. As Jim Morrison once sang: not to touch the earth, not to see the sun, nothing left to do but run, run, run. Without that contact we are alienated, lost, hopeless in our quest.

While walking the Big City streets, I couldn't help but notice the number of organic food and healthy eating establishments that have popped up in recent times. Swathes of the City appear to have been given over as shrines to the body fit and healthy. It is better, I am sure, for people to be eating quinoa burgers than snacking 24/7 on artery-clogging factory stuff. I observed a few of the people in the organic shop opposite to where we were staying. Knocking back carrot juice and something made from chia seeds while making a frantic phone call, sending a few hurried text messages, dropping the device on the floor, paying the bill while making another frantic phone call, leaving the establishment at full pelt, only to return twenty seconds later to pick up the bag they'd forgotten. Trying their hardest, in a certain way, to be healthy, natural, organic, while living an almost entirely synthetic life.

Inhabitants of the Big City seem to be in a continual hurry, mind turning over at a rapid pace, and engaged in a project that is clearly extremely important. It's just that I've lost all memory of what that project is....

I used to think that, despite their imperfections, the Big Cities represented the zenith of human progress. Our greatest cultural achievements, embodying our finest dreams. The City marked an evolutionary step, as technological advance released the population from the toil and slavery of the land. I'm not at all recommending slavery to the land, but suggest that this story we've been told might be a little simplistic, let us say.

The people of Highland Scotland live at the bottom of the pile. There are those who will bleat and protest at this statement, but this is what I see. Your little bed and breakfast in danger of economic ruin because of a bunch of wind turbines up the road? Nobody gives a shit. It's the same treatment for people living on the rural margins all over Europe. While we're all supposed to throw our arms up in horror and beat ourselves up because of refugees and illegal immigrants from Syria and North Africa, we never hear a thing about the village folk of the Greek islands, Sicily, and elsewhere, who wake up to another boatload of people turning up on their beach with nowhere to live, nowhere to go. Scant sympathy for the many folk of southern Spain, Greece, and elsewhere, thrown into sudden, apparently insoluble mass unemployment and general economic ruin exacerbated by the countries' membership of the EU. Juncker and his EU cronies are keen on throwing money in the direction of our new arrivals, but lift not a little finger to help those who are supposed to be part of their own big family. These are, I submit, genuinely nasty people with genuinely nasty agendas. And that's it for now.....

Photo: Lochluichart Windfarm. Alpin Stewart, via Creative Commons

     
      

.... And Nothing But the Truth....

Part One

Truth. To most of us it's one of the big words. Or should I say Big Words? Words like Freedom, Justice, Goodness; Love, Wisdom, Beauty. Words with capital letters, that resonate with the very best of the human experiment. Not everyone sees Truth in this exalted light, however. In the eyes of Empire, the System of Control, the higher echelons of Establishment, call it what you will, it is something quite different. For them, truth is a dispensable commodity.

For the Control System, 'truth' does not need to be really true. And it does not need to stay true for all that long. It just needs to be believed by sufficient people for long enough to accomplish the current move in the game, before shuffling on. As an example, let's take the 'truth' of human-made global warming and the panic created by this terrible truth. This first hit the mainstream big-time about fifteen years ago, courtesy of a bunch of global heavyweights. The truth and the panic went viral with Al Gore's 'Inconvenient Truth' blockbuster. If you were able to look beyond the hype and the hysteria, the 'science' propounded by Gore was always a bit dodgy, but no matter. The show was good enough to get on board a substantial number of 'people who really matter', along with a mass of well-intentioned but existentially confused and emotionally insecure and/or naive other human beings. Things were up and running. A global peril for a global worldview, uniting us all in panic, fear, guilt, and insecurity. If you dream of global government, a global problem is what you really need, to bring humans all round the planet together. And, following this, a wide range of measures can be introduced to safeguard our endangered world, to shore us all up against the impending destruction about to be wreaked by human-caused global warming. Expensive 'renewable' energy, bleeding dry ordinary people in places like Western Europe and North America, simultaneously lining the pockets of those whose pockets are already lined. Extra green taxes, international deals on carbon trading, permitting the circulation of money as you want it. The list goes on.

The wheel has been falling off the global warming juggernaut for several years now, at least in terms of rational credibility. Here's one clue: global climate does not appear to be behaving at all the way that the fearmongers have predicted. Never mind. There are still loads of blinkered ideologues around, prepared to continue paying homage at the holy shrine of global warming. And, by now, there are loads more folk with a strong vested interest in maintaining the fraud. 'Sorry, everyone, I messed up. Got it completely wrong. Bring down the windmills and solar panels.' You don't hear politicians, bureaucrats, business people, speak like that. It's not in their repertoire of possibilities.

More fundamentally, it doesn't really matter now if the whole thing is generally accepted as deceitful bullshit. It's too late. The thing's moving well into place; the juggernaut is moving forward with enough force to be pretty much unstoppable. OK, everyone, it's crap and was a bunch of lies all along, but tough luck: that's what you've got. This is your world now, so just shut up, pay your taxes, and get on with it.

The same principle applies to other 'truths' that have been seriously contested by sober, intelligent people for ages. Let's say that it was one day proven beyond reasonable doubt that JFK wasn't assassinated the way the official story goes. Let's say it was the CIA. While a small percentage of the population would grasp the significance and gobsmacking consequences of this, the story that most people would buy goes like this: 'It all happened a long time ago, things have moved on since then. We can't do anything about the past, and people don't behave like that any more. What's on the tele tonight?'        

9/11 is another obvious example. The geopolitics of the early part of the 21st century have been largely moulded by the fallout from 9/11. Terrorists, terrorists, terrorists. The unending, unwinnable war. Be afraid. Very afraid. Enormous numbers of people who have taken a look at the evidence for the official 9/11 story have found it riddled with inconsistencies, improbabilities, impossibilities. Conan Doyle wouldn't get away with a story like that. Still, no mind. It's still the mainstream narrative, beamed across the world in shock and awe by the big guns of media, that holds sway. In the case of even this most momentous of events, it's kind-of too late. The shape of the world, primarily emotionally and psychologically, has been changed. Mission accomplished. The bullshit has worked.

A vital reality to absorb is that, for anyone whose main thing in life is power, influence, and control, morality doesn't exist. For such people, being 'moral' or 'immoral' is not an issue; the distinction is not acknowledged. Good, bad; right, wrong: that's not the name of the game. The game is not immoral, but amoral - that is to say, morality is of no significance, has no relevance. In this instance, the control freaks are truly psychopathic, according to some definitions at least. So playing the good-versus-bad game with them doesn't work. It's not the appropriate game. A friend of mine has challenged me more than once about why I don't rail more against capitalism on Pale Green Vortex. This is why. Of course, all manner of exploitation and injustice has been brought into being under the umbrella of capitalism, especially corporate capitalism. It's a philosophy that can bring out the worst in people. But if you dismantle capitalism, the banks etc, guess what? You'll soon find the same Empire impressing itself upon the world in a different guise. It's a dark chameleon, using whatever's available at the time. Capitalism, socialism? Liberals or Tories? Democrats, Republicans? No worries, all completely suitable for the power project. And this, by the way, is the same reality that makes those folk who camped out in public places to protest against the banksters so naive. Their solution? More government control over the nasty capitalists! Purleeeez! The state less immoral than the capitalists? Move over. I thought the idea went out with Stalin.....

Part Two

Light versus dark, good versus bad, right against wrong. There is an archetypal response elicited in most of us by these basic dualities. They manifest in mythical material from all around the world and through the ages; nowadays they are splashed across screens large and small in offerings from Disney and Hollywood. It's a universal sense that transfers readily into the arena of sports: Barca or Real Madrid; Federer and Nadal; Springboks and Kiwis. Then we have the other 'dualities' that are presented for our archetypal edification. Clinton or Bush; Tory or Labour; independent Scotland or part of the Union; capitalists or communists. It is almost as if..... as if..... it's all pre-designed to absorb, suck up, our instinctive feeling for duality. For right and wrong, good and bad. To channel it into a false place, all the while misleading most of us into believing this is the real thing.

And all too many folk fall for the ruse, the simulacrum. Taken in, they live as if these false, pre-packed dualities are the real thing. Meanwhile, with the mass of humanity distracted like children with toys (who similarly believe their dolls and toy soldiers to be fully real), the game can continue undisturbed. That game proceeds step-by-stealthy-step, below the surface that it has created as its disguise. It's artful in the extreme, and has most people completely suckered. Mention this, and people go crazy, get mad at you, say you're certifiable, or have a nervous breakdown. Understandably so.

The game of games, and the only one that really matters, concerns the distinction between a system intent on ever-greater control, and the flight of the free spirit. It's the one thing that Empire won't tell you: that human beings have a divine spark, if you will; a spark that can be fully ignited; and that 'purpose', should there be one, in human life consists of exploring the nature of that spark, developing that flicker into a burning flame. Discover this, and the layers of Empire become like dust, rubbish, uninteresting, irrelevant. Tories and Labours: green politicos or gas-guzzling politicos: it's all a stupid charade, and I'm not playing that nonsense any more. We begin to understand why mystical groups have needed to go quiet, underground. Our own unique authentic being: it's the one thing that opposes the System of Control, the one thing that terrifies Empire. They'll do anything to keep that knowledge away from you. Wanna get political? See the disguise, the blanket of deception, for what it is, and develop your own uniqueness, your own unique and direct connection with the sacred, the divine.



     





  
 

The Face that Launched a Thousand Ships

In 1970, age seventeen, I went vegan. True to form, I did it quickly and in extreme fashion. Overnight, I changed from sausage, bacon and eggs for breakfast to muesli and a molasses drink. Not only did I change the content of my diet, I began to carefully ration it out. While spending a long time organising and preparing my meals, the end result was simple and sparse. When you are seventeen and active, and a bit on the skinny side to start with, this is not really a good idea. I became bone-thin, and started to exhibit signs of being undernourished. My ankles swelled up. No matter - I was certain I was doing the right thing. Blind to reality. One evening, my father came up to my bedroom. "Your mother is downstairs crying. She's so distressed with the way you've become so thin. She thinks you're going to die." With this, the spell was thankfully broken. A few days later, eating vegetarian but amply once more, I felt a spring in my step again.

My idealism knew no bounds; but it became entwined with some sort of emotional complex - one that, to this day, gives me some insight into one form of anorexic tendency. Looking around me, I saw myself surrounded by a world of greed, selfishness, war, viciousness, and general unbridled negativity. I tried to compensate. I wished to embody the polar opposite. I felt the urge to counter the darkness in the world with my own purity, which would be purer than pure. I would have none of the unwarranted horror of the world around me. Balance would be restored through my own life. It didn't work.....

I was reminded of this salutary episode in my life when, a few days ago, I received an email link to an online petition urging the UK misgovernment to take in more asylum refugees, as they are being called this week. It is, I was informed, our moral obligation. The email was sent by someone who knows me, but clearly doesn't know me that well.....

Taking away the sins of the world seems still in fashion, in some parts of Europe at least. I shall die, so that others may live; Europe as saviour. I thought the notion of Europe as cow of plenty, or much good at all, had disappeared, but it clearly returns to haunt us when convenient. There is a psychological attitude - a collective complex (of guilt, maybe?) - in many Europeans that can be tapped into if required. Dying for the sake of others - the ultimate sacrifice of self - was the grand experiment of Jesus Christ, of course. Two thousand years of power struggles, needless violence, killings on a massive scale, tortures of unbelievers and burning of witches, corruption and accumulations of vast wealth by churches, cardinals, and the rest, all demonstrate what a miserable failure the experiment has turned out to be.

A few days ago a photo was splashed across the front pages and television screens, in the UK at least, of the dead young son of a would-be migrant from Syria being held on the waterside. 'Even Europe couldn't save him' was the headline in at least one paper that I saw. That such a poignant and emotional - and highly manipulative - image was presented to the globe in the very week that the flood of migrants into Calais, on the borders of Hungary, Bulgaria, Serbia, wherever, was saturating mainstream news outlets, and reaching an unprecedented crisis level was pure coincidence. Wasn't it? Surely? Funny, that.

Come on, Europe. Time to make your sacrifice. Put on your coat of horse-hair, take up your cross. You're a bunch of bastards anyway, not like the rest of the world. Feel the guilt. Do your moral bit. And this is only the beginning.

This is the other thing that my petition link reminded me of: how ignorant many generally decent, sensitive people remain about the reality, or warped reality, that constitutes mainstream 'news'. I'm amazed that people still fall for the stuff spewed out of Sky, the BBC, the Telegraph, the Guardian. It's not nonsense or lies 100% of the time, let's get that clear. But its prime aim is to create a reality for the viewer and reader. "This is what's really happening, folks. This is what's important; and if we stuff it down your throat frequently enough, you're gonna end up believing us."

In this day and age there is, frankly, no excuse to be taken in by what passes as 'news' in the mainstream media. For long I have myself resisted, but it now becomes clear that, with this topic of migrants, refugees, there is some kind of agenda at work.

Is it ignorance, forgetfulness, or fear of the truth, that prevents people from even looking for a moment outside what the BBC and the Guardian tell them? To extend their vision just a teensie weensie bit? I am no expert, and spend a very limited amount of time and energy on these matters. But it doesn't take long to at least get another perspective. And just check out a few questions about some of the vital elements in the current situation. The Arab Spring, that supposed upsurge of native feeling, bringing freedom, democracy, all those great things, to the enslaved nations of north Africa. Who were the 'rebels' really? Who was supporting them? Funding them? And what the hell's happened to it all now? Then there's ISIS, ISIL, god knows who else. Who are they? Where did they come from? How did they manage to get hold of all those weapons in the first place, and be in a position to apparently hold the western world to ransom? And what about Libya? Gaddafi. Seems like a lot of these unfortunates turning up in Sicily and Greece in boats, or ending up at the bottom of the Med, come from Libya. What's the story here? Who really took out Gaddafi? And how come the country's just been left to wallow in post-Gaddafi ruin? And Syria. This is the big bogey place of the moment. What about this Assad guy? Why's everybody got it in for him? Not a very nice guy, for sure, but no worse than a bunch of other nasty dudes littered around presidential palaces across the globe.

The funny thing is this. Scratch below the surface - just a little bit, you don't need to do an MA in it - and something a bit weird emerges. All these warring elements seem rather more interconnected than we have been led to believe. The CIA, US government, ISIS, UK and other western governments, Arab 'rebels' - they're kind of all the same! So many permutations normally presented as enemies turn out to be interchangeable, and mutually supporting if it suits them. It's not a game of right and wrong - of good guys and bad guys. This is just a gloss put on things to make it acceptable to the masses out there. It's a matter of cui bono - who benefits.

One night recently, in a crazy flight of fancy, I almost entertained the possibility that it's all a bit planned and pre-programmed, and that there are people out there who actually want to destabilise the entire region for their own good. Surely not! Perish the thought! But the reality isn't the slightest the one presented in the headlines. Not the slightest. Something else is going on, and it ain't pretty......