Highland Autumn

Well, they're a bit late. But, then, what's three months in eternity?

Jump Aboard the ARC!

February 19/20th 2011 sees the third ARC (Alternative Research Community) convention, once more to be held in Bath. Rather unfortunately, I shall not be there, but I attended the first two weekends, and cannot recommend them highly enough! Friendly atmosphere, stimulating people, well-presented talks from folk at the forefront of independent research into the things that the Guardian and BBC just don't want to know exist. And all hosted by the irrepressible Karen Sawyer.

There are probably not a lot of weekends in the course of a lifetime that can alter its trajectory, but a couple of days at the ARC convention can do just that. In my less modest moments, I like to think that Pale Green Vortex shares in the same spirit as the ARC conventions, that of 'looking outside the box' in the search for greater authenticity, greater understanding, and deeper meaning. Hey, who created the box anyway?!

My thanks and gratitude to those who have actively participated in these events. For any reader who has yet to experience their magic: get on down there!

website: arcconvention.org

Archons Everywhere

Infected by archons?: Scottish Energy Minister Jim Mather (top), and Scottish First Minister Alex Salmond

How did we get to be this way? How come the human species, with a potential to be so fabulous, so fantastic, to dream such wonderful dreams, often turns out petty, nasty, and downright rubbish? It's the question of questions, yet barely anyone bothers to look for an answer.

The human condition itself is described reasonably well by the various Buddhist traditions. Greed, aversion, and ignorance are the forces driving its less savoury aspects. The repeated habit of looking for fulfilment in impossible places, in what is essentially unsatisfactory, impermanent, and without substance, continues our frustration. All this in turn is a reflection of our mistaken assumptions of fixedness and separatehood.

So far, so good. But while it serves as a decent preliminary description, it leaves well alone the 'why' and 'how' that form the vital core of this piece. Generally, Buddhist traditions show scant interest in such explanations. If my memory serves me well, the Tibetan Gelugpa school says that samsara (conditioned existence) has existed from beginningless time, but frankly this does not help all that much. Maybe a story from the Pali Canon exemplifies the Buddha's approach. Imagine, he said, somebody coming to you with an arrow stuck in his eye. He wouldn't be interested in the 'why' and 'how': who the archer was; why he shot the arrow in the first place; how the arrow was made; what the archer ate for breakfast. No, the person would just want you to pull the arrow out. Similarly, explained the Buddha, my teachings are an exercise in spiritual arrow-yanking. The rest is superfluous.

I suppose that the Buddha has a point: in modern times, it's a warning against wasting too many years in psychotherapy digging up yet another occasion when daddy misbehaved. But the Buddha seems to ignore the times when knowing a bit about 'how' and 'why' might come in useful. It could be, for example, that Mr. Arrow-in-the-Eye's way to work passes, unbeknownst to him, the hideout of a bunch of crossbow-wielding bandits. He should know this, and change his route if he wants to avoid a recurrence of the incident. The Buddha's story, I suggest, appears a little simplistic for our modern troubled times.

Changing tack, the story of the transition of western civilisation from partnership to dominator cultures (see Pale Green Vortex entry 'Dominators Everywhere', May 2010) is highly relevant for a proper understanding of our descent into the delusion of alienated separatehood with its consequent nastiness. Yet this, too, is at root descriptive rather than explanatory, and can only get us so far.

We are left with the prevalent notions of mainstream western science, where life and the universe are chance happenings, with our current predicament a natural reflection of Darwinian 'survival of the fittest' theory (which, taken simply, translates as 'it's good to be nasty: you gotta look after yourself.'). Alongside one-eyed Darwinism runs the notion of 'the selfish gene', a most convenient idea for justifying the pursuit of personal interest at the expense of others, along with the social, political, and economic systems that reflect this dismal picture of human nature.

These theories of science, however, have nothing of interest to say about our main theme, the yawning abyss between the fantastic potential and oft-mediocre reality of the human lot. Rather, they deal with it simply by removing one side of the equation altogether, dismissing the fabulous and the fantastic as mere delusions, generated by chemical reactions in the brain, perhaps. Such a dismissal says more about the people creating the theories than it does about the human condition itself. It belies the bias in most mainstream scientists and academics, showing them to be scientistic in belief rather than truly scientific in approach. Scientific materialism is in fact a continual process of self-validation within which, by definition, it cannot accord significance to higher, deeper, archetypal, and holotropic ('tending towards wholeness') dimensions of experience.

With the Buddha viewing the question as irrelevant, social systems analysis only going so far, and Darwin and the selfish gene not up to the job, what remains to account for the paradox of the human condition? Nothing within our normal terms of reference comes to mind at all......

When the well-worn paths lead nowhere

The oft-repeated formulae sound old and tired

radiating dull-grey their mean fabrications

What remains is the fabulous, the fantastic, the impossible -

We are left with....... the archons

The archons crop up time and again in the ancient Gnostic texts, and John Lash, who has worked tirelessly on the Gnostic writings, discusses them at great length on his website, metahistory.org. In brief, archons are alien intruders, inorganic beings, whose aim is to invade and confuse human minds. Their prime motivation is envy - of the paradisical biosphere that we inhabit, while they are consigned to live outside the Earth's atmosphere - and they get their kicks from leading us astray from our true nature. The archon's main tactics are twofold. Sowing error in our minds is one, principally mistaken ideas and beliefs, such as that in an off-planet creator god. Their other major ploy is simulation, meaning the inability of the human to distinguish a real pearl from a plastic copy, as John Lash vividly describes it. Or, in modern times, to tell the difference between directly experienced and virtual realities.

The theory of archon intrusion does seem a bit wacky at first sight, granted. But then notions of 'normal' and 'wacky' are very much culturally-defined, and whatever our modern western systems of thought have produced on the theme of human nature is shown to be severely wanting. The Gnostics' pedigree is impeccable, if John Lash's suppositions are correct: they were the inheritors of shamanic wisdom in the west, gleaned from millenia of practice and experience of the many spheres of human consciousness.

And when you thought the story could not get any stranger: John Lash comes up with remarkable parallels to the Gnostic theory of archon intrusion in a source far more modern, yet no less enigmatic. He points us in the direction of master raconteur Carlos Castaneda, specifically the chapter entitled 'Mud Shadows' in the final book he wrote before his death, 'The Active Side of Infinity'. "Think for a moment" the incorrigible sorceror Don Juan Matus urges his student (Carlos) at one point "and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his system of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behaviour. Sorcerors believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores..... they have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary,and egomaniacal." And again, "The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind." "Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic." The name given to these mind predators is 'flyers'.

My mind goes back to what I wrote in my last post, about the narrow horizons of so many people's lives nowadays. And, to spell out more from what I wrote then: a little experience of the innately pure, habit-free nature of our mind, through whatever means, leads to an altogether different take on the 'civilisation' going on around us, with its typical thought-patterns and forms of behaviour. None of it - complacent, routinary, conventional, imbecilic, to borrow a few choice adjectives from Juan Matus - is inevitable, none of it a predetermined parade in a fixed direction, whether it be decided by genetic predisposition or fantasies of the apocalypse. There is something else going on..... something.

Fortunately, the archons/flyers can be repelled. The Gnostics speak of what we may vaguely call 'spiritual life' as effective, in particular those practices of energy aimed at what, in other traditions, is known as awakening and raising the kundalini. Inner stillness, silence, frightens them away, according to Don Juan Matus; they have no concentration whatsoever. Looking at much modern technology from this perspective, it seems purpose-designed to make human beings into ideal archon fodder. Folk rushing to work texting with one hand, grasping a Starbucks in the other, oblivious to the natural world around them. It is the archon dream come true. Attention deficit on a grand scale as the norm; simulation and virtual reality totally replacing the real world. Inner stillness? What's that?

Inner stillness. Profound knowing of our own mind in its vajra-like strength and infinite radiance. "The flyers are an essential part of the universe" concludes Don Juan Matus....."They are the means by which the universe tests us.......we are the means by which the universe becomes aware of itself. The flyers are the implacable challengers." Can we pass the test?

The Dangers of Psychedelic Substances

Photo: Hofmann LSD blotter (Erowid library)

I recently finished rereading 'Acid Dreams' by Martin A. Lee and Bruce Shlain. Along with 'Storming Heaven' by Jay Stevens, and Andy Roberts's 'Albion Dreaming', this forms part of a trio of books relating tales of consciousness, counterculture, and larger-than-life characters, all connected in one way or another with the history of that classic psychedelic LSD. Fact may or may not be stranger than fiction, but in this case it is certainly every bit as compelling - if you're into that kind of thing, at least.

'Acid Dreams' sheds light on the CIA's involvement with LSD in the 1950s, both in their search for a wonder 'truth drug' and as an agent of incapacitation. The book's particular strength, though, lies in its exploration of the counterculture of 1960s U.S.A., and the relationship psychedelic experience had to its birth, growth, and eventual disintegration.

Media and consumerism have successfully reduced the more significant aspects of this side of 1960s American life (which spilled over into the early 1970s in the U.K.) into a predictable set of cliches, caricatures, and fashion features. 'If you remember the '60s you weren't there' is a typically dumb and trite soundbyte, a translation from alcohol-based assumptions on the effects of drugs into foreign territory. It you were really there, you might just as likely recall it as if it were only last week. Then there are those television rockumentaries of the period, making occasional reference to 'drugs', and daring to show a couple of clips of long-haired dopers taking a toke at a music festival; yet with LSD, the bete noire, getting no more than a passing reference, as if it were an incidental add-on to the main story. All this amounts to a massaging of history, removing its more problematic and threatening aspects: typical Control System tactics.

Most critically, 'Acid Dreams' resurrects the genuine psychic ambience of the mid- and late 1960s in the U.S.A. 'Nearly everything was being questioned and most things tried in an orgy of experimentation that shook the nation at its roots.' (chapter 5, 'Acid and the New Left' section). And central to this upheaval was the growing popularity of LSD, which opened doorways in the mind that the initiate had hitherto not suspected even existed. Even those counterculture affiliates who did not directly partake of the new sacrament, viewing it with fear, suspicion, or distaste - I knew plenty of people like this in the mid-1970s - were nevertheless caught up in a maelstrom that had acid at its centre.

LSD was capable of facilitating many things, among them personal and social change. On mid-60s Dylan: 'The vastly accelerated personal changes Dylan underwent as he moved from protest to transcendence were archetypical of a rite of passage experienced by thousands of turned-on youth.' Carl Oglesby, former president of Students for a Democratic Society: ' It (acid) draws a line right across your life - before and after LSD - in the same way you felt that your step into radical politics drew a sharp division.' (all quotes from chapter 5).

While the precise phenomenology of different psychedelics at reasonably high doses tends to differ, it is not exceptional for the subject - certainly with the help of the classic psychedelics LSD and mescaline - to enter a dimension of complete existential open-ness; infinite potential, unbounded possibility reveal themselves within and without. All the games, as Timothy Leary termed them, which go to make up our repeated patterns of behaviour, our unconsciously acted roles - in short, who we think we are - temporarily vanish. For the moment, all conditioning seems in abeyance, all habit unravelled, and the human being bathes in fullness, a transpersonal luminosity that is strange yet familiar. This moment correlates roughly with the aim of Castaneda's Don Juan, when he speaks of 'erasing personal history'. It also resounds with Buddhist scholar Herbert Guenther's translation of 'sunyata' as 'the open dimension of being'. There is additionally an echo of the esoteric meaning of the 'drop out' section of Timothy Leary's frequently ridiculed clarion call to 'turn on, tune in, drop out'. It is not the literal leaving of society so much as the dropping out of the games and habits which bind us to a blind and limited existence.

This is all very bad news for the Control System, to use Neil Kramer's most apt term. For its functioning, the Control System relies on its subjects following games and habits seriously and unthinkingly. Intimations of infinite possibilities in our life are definitely not part of the game plan. They pose a dire threat to the entire set up; when Richard Nixon declared Timothy Leary to be the most dangerous man in America, he wasn't joking.

How close the whole shithouse came to collapsing in the late 1960s will never be known for sure; not very close, I suspect. All the same, the Control System was given a severe jolt, and realised the potential threat to its own game of total domination that psychedelics posed. Enough people get hold of this stuff, and who knows what will happen? The Control System was determined that no such situation should be permitted to arise again. Once the CIA and other agencies of domination decided that LSD was no good as a truth drug for interrogation purposes, Operation Psychedelic Crackdown was instigated. Spearheaded by the U.S.A., and ushered into the global arena by the U.N., it classified psychedelics alongside heroin and cocaine as the most dangerous of drugs (in truth, the Control System prefers heroin to LSD: it enslaves people to the system, reducing their autonomy, and offers up huge profits, a proportion of which can be seamlessly sequestered). All nations must follow the line: step outside, and there will be serious trouble, chiefly in the form of bullying and threats from the U.S.A. and U.N. Control System emissaries. And so the story continues until today. With few exceptions, politicians and the media play the 'psychedelics mean death' game, either without a clue as to what they are talking about, or as a cynical publicity ploy. Practical examples can be found littered throughout the posts in Pale Green Vortex and across the web.

Looked at from one perspective, the history of western 'civilisation' over the past 45 years can be read simply as the slow but inexorable clampdown on the hearts, minds, and bodies of the populace by a system intent on extending its influence and preventing a repeat performance of the goings-on of the past. To spend any amount of time in a shopping mall today, and compare what goes on with the dreams of hope and infinite possibility illuminated by the acid-fuelled visions of the 1960s and early 1970s is a salutary experience. Most people's horizons are very narrow. The Control System's strategies have been extremely successful. A new pair of trousers (the right cut and colour, of course), a McDonalds, and sweeties for the kids. That'll do nicely (speaking of children, it is noticeable how many of them are out there in the shops. 'Get them early' has been another successful Control System ploy: kids who can't spell their own name, but can shout 'Buy one, get one free' with gusto. That's the kind of citizen we want....).

Fear and a perverted sense of normality created by media saturation characterise our Brave New World. Yet any extreme position inevitably throws up its opposite. And a system based upon the suppression of the many by the few is built upon inherently shaky foundations. Personal observation suggests that humans are an extremely flexible species ( I use 'flexible' deliberately rather than 'adaptable', with its Darwinian connotations). Just as so many have been duped and suckered into a life that falls far short of its amazing potential, so they could equally rise into fullness and an awareness of the possibilities latent in every breath they take. We dream mad dreams regardless, and live from the innate purity that resides deep within our hearts, minds, and bodies.....

Green, Green, or............ Green?

Skim the posts in Pale Green Vortex and a fair whack will reveal themselves as being demonstrably 'green', 'environmental' or 'ecological'. Why, then, do I baulk at so much that is presented under these terms; indeed, consider some 'green people' to be among the most dangerous of humans? The topic has already been broached (eg in 'Coming Out' in October 2010, and 'Manna From a Hot Heaven' in June), but for further amplification I shall now bring to my aid a few personal sources of inspiration.

First off, I am not alone in feeling at odds with some of these 'green folk'. In the 'Gaia-Sophia' section of the Metahistory website, John Lash issues this disclaimer: 'The Gaian orientation of this site does not imply that the earth needs to be saved from the human species by an elite programme of social engineering, eugenics, and depopulation...... Site author John Lash does not approve the theory of human-made global warming..... In the Gnostic perspective of this site, Sophia, the embodied wisdom of the earth, is the saviour of humanity, not vice-versa. The earth will take care of herself no matter where divine paternalism and the global psychosis lead the human species.'

For further elucidation, I returned to the first ever episode I listened to of Shamanic Freedom Radio. It's in the archives for October 2009: Christina Oakley-Harrington talks at the October Gallery in London about the three 'sub-communities' she distinguishes under the broad banner of 'environmental'. She refers to the 'psychedelic/consciousness community', the pagan folk, and the 'practical/ecology movement'. She states that, despite superficially having much in common, these three groupings seem not quite at ease with each other. As a practising wicca priestess, Christina identifies firmly with the second of these, and describes through a series of amusing anecdotes how she is unable to explain her beliefs and practices to her chamomile-drinking, organic veg-growing, fervently-recycling mother, who clearly fits into the 'practical ecology' mould. For the record, the spirit of Pale Green Vortex finds great affinity with some of the 'psychedelic/consciousness' people; feels reasonably at home with the pagan folk; but is increasingly at odds with the third bunch.

The history and perversion of the 'practical environmental movement' is related by Peter Taylor on Red Ice Radio, 13/2/10. He talks about how environmental groups such as Greenpeace and the RSPB (bird protection, for any who are unsure) took up climate change as a great danger, and have resolutely refused to reconsider the dodgy evidence for this purported peril; how Greenpeace 'jumped into bed' with UN committee IPCC, despite UN committees always having been 'the bad guys'; how, over time, environmental organisations have got bigger and wealthier, therefore recruiting people with good organisational skills rather than necessarily a real love for the environment; and how they nowadays demonstrate classic corporate behaviour, being primarily interested in performance targets over and above other concerns eg the true environmental impact of large-scale windfarms.

Thus, the mass environmental movement has embedded itself successfully into the cultural and political mainstream. It has become part of the dominator culture. This is nowhere clearer than in its specific support for multinational energy corporations pushing windfarms onto beleaguered local communities, and its general espousing of global socialist-totalitarian agendas as 'solutions' to perceived environmental problems. The erosion of personal, local and national freedoms seems to mean nothing in relation to the greater good of 'fighting the enemy'. Recent happenings through the aegis of the UN at Cancun are one recent example, in the name of 'saving the planet' and 'fighting global warming'. This is all hogwash that many environmental groups are actively colluding with. The real aim appears to be the creation of a creeping global authoritarian governance over a planetary species of guilt-ridden, low carbon, sheeple. In a telling aside, and in the same vein, in her talk Ms Oakley-Harrington mentions the 'practical/environmental movement' seeing as 'the Other' 'the hideous rest' (that's you and me, by the way). Enough said.

To return to 'Metahistory'. In the section entitled 'Planetary Vision Perverted', John Lash writes 'To claim that humanity can or must save the planet is the delusional arrogance of people suffering from the global psychosis, including New Age visionaries who support that claim.' This is indeed the hubris that infects the environmental movement. In reality 'we', the human species, are wonderful but tiny in relation to the total grandeur of the Earth, and greater splendour still of the Sun and the wider universe. To contemplate this prospect is far more discomforting, and just a wee bit scary, compared to the hubristic philosophies of our environmental groups. The solution? Or should we say the corrective? According to Metahistory, it consists of 'egoless and rapturous bonding with the earth, irrespective of human purposes.....this saves us, and nothing else.' More prosaically, but on the same lines, Christina Oakley-Harrington says the pagans would exhort the practical environmentalists to talk to the sea, not just sort the rubbish.

On Pale Green Vortex, real environmentalism is direct, sensate (and occasionally supra-sensate). It involves an immediate experience of contact, communication, connectedness, and non-difference with the world surrounding the subject; it will embrace whatever means are required to help effect such a change, and bring humans back to their true relationship with all else. It implies a radical alteration in consciousness, with an intimation of all-pervading sacredness (which is not the same as saying that everything is sacred). This is certainly not brought about by staring at cherry-picked statistics on a computer screen all day, or by saving the planet through destroying its beautiful contoured surfaces with mega-industrial windfarms. Jim Morrison's famous words, once an inspiration to environmental action, can now be used to protest against the actions of so-called environmentalists hell-bent on destroying the beauty of the Earth all around us: 'What have they done to the Earth/What have they done to our fair sister?/Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her/stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn/tied her with fences and dragged her down.' Thanks, Jim.

Practising the Dark Arts

It was during the late 1970s, a period I may speak of as my Buddhist apprenticeship, that I was told about the Dragon's Head, Snake's Body. The term refers to a person with a highly-developed mental and rational faculty, but underformed emotional self and poor physical awareness. At the time that I came across it, the description was aimed primarily at certain Buddhist academics and scholars, whose fierce intellect was used to argue and defend all manner of dubious standpoint. The image is more apposite still today, however: we live daily under the constant spectre of the Dragon's Head, Snake's Body.

I am thinking primarily of the majority population of our current scientific and academic communities, a cartoon depiction of whom would portray a bulging brain wobbling atop a pimple-sized body. I have some first-hand experience of these malformed serpentine creatures, having passed some, in their fledgling form at least, in the darkened corridors of Oxford University during my undergraduate days. More recently, personal need has compelled me to delve into their dark world more deeply than I would normally wish to do, in the attempt to shed light on various shady goings-on that have been the subject of several previous blogs.

Various tools are available to analyse the reptilian hybrid - Jung's study of psychological types comes readily to mind - but, most simply, Dragon's Head, Snake's Body is not whole or complete. It takes one part of the human psycho-physical organism and treats it as the finished product. Unfortunately, this bloated rationality has no consciousness of anything else, particularly of what is often motivating it in the first place (unacknowledged emotional and physical drives and instincts, giving rise to unconscious initial standpoints and prejudices). As such, Dragon's Head, Snake's Body activity simply cannot be trusted.

These reflections come to mind as the carrion creatures gather in Cancun, Mexico, for another round of global warming scaremongering, along with 'let's see who we can screw for some more big bucks, and take away a bit more of their personal liberty in the process' in the name of the 'save the planet' chimera. A trawl of relevant blogs and websites shows a veritable plethora of statistics that finally give the lie to the fantasy of scientific objectivity. The endless to-ing and fro-ing of apparently contradictory data demonstrates mainly that you can prove anything you want; look long and hard enough, and the statistics will be there to back you up. The one clear fact shining through all of this is that global climate remains poorly and only partially understood. The people who we should be worried about are the scientific and political reptiles who would have us believe otherwise, claiming that anthropogenic global warming is an undisputed fact and an unprecedented danger, and that we should adopt all manner of drastic measure immediately or we'll all be doomed. This is dark sorcery indeed, the weaving of malefic spells.

And, because of our own predispositions, 'weaving a spell' is precisely what scientists, academics, and politicians are able to do. Science is the current religion, the means by which truth is apprehended; scientists are vessels for that truth, in the same way that priests and men of the church once were. Given our own faith in science as the means by which the world is to be understood, we modern folk are extremely vulnerable to the words, suggestions, and sometimes manipulations by the science-priests. Dress a notion in the cloak of data and statistics - any notion - and there will be people who will believe it. Given the already-discussed lack of self-knowledge of most of our reptilian friends, the danger increases twofold. And given the fatal conjunction of power (politicians, big business) and faith (scientists) in modern times, which replicates the conjoining of power (the State) and faith (the Church) in times gone by, we have a perilous and manipulation-prone condition indeed.

The general populace is fair game. How many times do newspaper articles and BBC Breakfast newsbites begin with the phrases: 'Scientists have found......','Academics have discovered....', 'In a report released today......', 'New research suggests....'? This is all magic, infecting the minds and hearts of people without their normally even realising it. Treat these magic incantations with the utmost caution, I beg you. The safest ways to avoid being a victim of these mind-warping dark arts is simply to turn off the television and stop buying the newspaper.

To repeat: science is a modern religion. It encompasses a belief system, a way of looking at the world. It is not infallible, and nowhere near a complete picture, especially in the stripped-down version, defined by the confines of rational materialism, that forms its mainstream. A cursory investigation of ancient and medeival western socieities, along with extant shamanic cultures, is all that is required to demonstrate that ways of looking at the world other than modern rational materialism can exist, and in their own ways serve a society quite well. Any modern believer who protests that our system is 'the truth, the whole truth, and the only truth' is repeating the same mantra that was used by the medeival priesthood. And, by the way, laying themselves open to the dark sorcery of the current age.

P.S. The photo is of Prof Phil 'Climategate' Jones, from the University of East Anglia, who has no connection whatsoever with the practice of the Dark Arts as described above.

The Many Hues of Autumn (well, a few....)

Anyone who prefers highland Scotland to remain a place of (relatively) remote lochs, unspoilt moorlands, and wild mountains, rather than become an industrial junkheap littered with useless metal-and-plastic wind turbines should visit the stopcorriemoillie website (stopcorriemoillienow.co.uk) and register their objection to the Highland Council (it's easy through the website). A rubbish heap of flailing windsticks has already been approved in the area: now Eon, the energy-and-government-subsidy company, wants to build another one immediately adjacent. Together, these two industrial sites will create a mass of industrial sprawl at one of the major gateways to the deep north-west Highlands of Scotland, clearly visible to all who enter. They are part of Chief Reptilian emissary Salmond's grand plan to make Scotland into the 'Saudi Arabia of renewables.' This is clearly his main desperate grasp at fame on the world stage. More likely, he will go down in history as the man who destroyed the Highlands, even outdoing notorious characters such as the Duke of Cumberland. Write to Highland Council by November 22nd; not long to go. But every objection makes a difference.

Apart from this, Pale Green Vortex points its distinguished readers in the direction of two recommended pieces of listening. For a taste of the fine work of Neil Kramer, you could do worse than go to his 'Cleaver' site through the link on the right, and his interview on Vantage Point Radio, September 27th. And for a (very) personal and impassioned blast about another major theme on Pale Green Vortex, drug laws, listen to Opaque Lens, aka Niall Murphy, in the 'DMT roamcast' , the October 27th presentation on Shamanic Freedom Radio. A special treat awaits those who listen to the beginning of the following episode: Mr Lens reads out a letter written to him in response to his own travails by yours truly.....

Sometimes I think the Control System and its emissaries are getting increasingly desperate. Busts and general harassment of headshops and online vendors of mimosa hostilis - perfectly legal, even within our current restrictive framework - are pathetic, and laughable apart from the fact that it is real people whose lives are intimidated. Similarly, thanks in part to the tireless work of James Delingpole, Christopher Booker, et al, the huge scam surrounding the proliferation of wind farms, and the dodgy foundations of human-made global warming theory in general, are coming more into the limelight. The Control System continues with its extremely unenvironmental policies regardless, hurrying along until general opinion makes them inoperable. Our softly softly totalitarians won't give up without a fight, but their actions suggest that they are up against it, and they know it.