Showing posts with label Russia-Ukraine. Show all posts
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12 July 2025

Worship at the altar of your servitude, or understand how the altar was made?

The steam of outrage rising from the turd of the Trump administration’s neck-snapping 180 on its Epstein promises comes as something of a relief. As readers of this blog will know, I have been trying to draw attention to the nature and causes of corruption for well over a decade. When I started, I thought I was late to the party, a slow learner. As the years dragged on, I took the generalised refusal to see how structurally baked into the system corruption is in two ways: 

  • Perhaps I was wrong all along, and so were those who influenced my thinking.
  • Even if I was right, the time was not. 

Then the lockdowns happened. Surely the obvious totalitarian stench of that global abomination had to be amplified, screamed from the rooftops. Many did so, but the censorship against even the most eminent global experts – virologists, epidemiologists, medical doctors, pathologists, etc. – was chillingly effective. I came away with two main impressions:

  • People are easy to fool when they’re afraid, at which point the most important thing to them is their fear, not facts that show their fear to be unnecessary.
  • The challenge of learning how to talk to each other in times of deep polarisation is great. All one really has is patience and fortitude. Meanwhile, the bricks and mortar of a surveillance state get combined into higher and higher walls.

The Ukraine war – the tragic fruit of the accelerating collapse of Western hegemony and the Western elite's consequently existential need to break up Russia so as to get sufficient control of that country's immense subsoil wealth and thus prevent their own collapse, recapitalise their economies, and fuel their hegemony for another couple of centuries – is not going to plan. Trump became president of the US in part due to growing impatience with US forever wars, but he is not competent enough to get done what needs to be done to stymy neocon/colonial/European ambitions. The collective West absolutely must break Russia to bits to survive as a global hegemon into the distant future. Trump is too shallow, too ignorant, too insecure, too weakly vain; the task is far too big for him. So … on and on it grinds. More and more people are angered by this.

Israel-Iran and Israel-Palestine are another hot potato of tragic ugliness. The suffering being endured by the Palestinians is indescribable. Because Western hegemony depends in large part on its control of that region, Israel, perhaps the West’s most important proxy, is a colonial project that must not fail. So this is yet another forever war. Iran knows this, Russia knows this, China knows this, BRICS++ knows this. Ergo, the West cannot win. The West is going down. Its manic desperation grows and grows, its insanity deepens.

On top of all this, the Trump administration pulls a nauseating about face on its Epstein promises. Apparently, that list was not. They didn't. No one went there and did anything, and if they did, they didn't, you know... There was no list, no clients. J. Epstein is simply one disgusting man who trafficked thousands of minors to himself using Ghislaine Maxwell and the billions of dollars he mysteriously made, for no other reason than self pleasuring. The crass stupidity of this new Big Beautiful Narrative, the total moral bankruptcy it betrays, the thuggish imbecility of a class of people who have for too long got away with far too much, all beggar belief. 

And yet how else could it go? Do we really want to know how systemic this is? Our outrage is justified, but many other things justify our outrage. Real children get killed in wars against our ‘enemies’. Babies too. “War is a crime against humanity,” said Col. Douglas MacGregor.

So if we hate it so much, why is there war? Human nature? Sure, but there is far more to human nature than warring violence. If you believe humans are essentially violent, then outrage is unwarranted. Surely outrage in response to moral depravity is a clear sign that we are more than aggressive beasts who just want it all our way, all the time, beasts who can only slaughter those who stand in our way. 

What else are we? Perhaps we should build systems that bring out the best in us, not the beast.

We live in a world shaped to an alarming degree by the so-called elites. Look at what they do. Look at the Epstein case and how those very same elites handled that case. How are they the elites? How is it that people of that character are in charge? Could it be that the system is structured to generate elites of that character? You cannot have this sort of thing going on and on and on across the centuries unless it is systemic. 

So, what is it about The System that does this, and keeps on doing it? That is the question. I try to put meaningful flesh on its bones at my new website, Truth Transparent.


07 July 2025

Peace set this truce on fire

Events bubble up from history's cauldron faster and faster. The flames of politically motivated ceasefires spew their gathering heat into each turn of the screw, push hard on each tick of the doomsday clock. President Trump – jester, huckster, peacemaker, empath – struts bombastic peace-through-strength Performances Of The Fourth Kind from the social-media wing of the World Stage, where alien cultures begin (again) to dialogue at each other, turning their volume knobs up and down in baffled irritation at the other side's inability to understand. The theatrics drip drama. The Global Keyboard timidly passes on the output of its endless batterings like a dutiful wife. Who needs an exclamation mark when the caps-lock key is locked down. Who needs freedom of speech when the loudest mouths on earth bellow at your command.

The Great Western They want to protect us, they do. They want to secure their legacy as guardians of all that is Right, Mannered and Civilised (that would be them, by the way). They want to keep the wolves of history at bay, stay out of jail, not be hanged from lampposts by the lumpen proles (that would be us, by the way), etc. And all of this is a storm of its own making – autopoietic – and a storm of more than that besides. Hyperbole is hard to resist, errors of judgment are our daily bread. Even equanimity sounds shrill these days, or sociopathically sanguine; it's hard to tell the difference in the globular (not a typo) media frenzy, the whiplashing news maelstrom that just will not weaken, come hell or high water.

My disbelief gulps every word and image down deep. My skepticism stays knocked off balance, frozen in a strangely dumbfounded stasis, as wave after wave of glitteringly azure historical folly crashes over us, laced with ribbons of blood, slaughtering the destitute of the world's trouble zones, and leaving no one wholly untouched. These are satanically interesting times.

Again I feel compelled to reassess. What on earth is going on? Trump's Big Beautiful Bombing obliterated Iran's nuclear programme, he angrily claims. Intel leaks and reports to the contrary are dismissed as heresy. As the distance between that bombing raid and the present expands, the President's bombast looks more and more threadbare. And yet it stopped the escalation, cooled hot heads, of that there is very little doubt. There is Trumpian rhetoric and bombast as lampooned above ... and there are events on the ground. There is fanfare, distraction, news maelstrom ... and there are the actual events on the ground.

Again: What on earth is going on? 

As I have mused in recent, and in more distant, Econosophy posts, my hope has been that the creature Donald J Trump is a maverick one-off of essentially decent impulses that are at root anti-war and anti-violence. He is also a mysteriously narcissistic character – this is not a clinical but a poetical judgment – who is, to my eyes, deeply insecure. But he also has truly heroic courage, or so it seems to me from this great distance. But, again, he is also dangerously illiterate in terms of history and geopolitics, and thus via his insecurity and narcissistic leanings vulnerable to insidious flattery. But, again, I suspect his instincts about people are, at a certain intensity of crunch – that is, when the shit really is about to hit the global fan – eerily accurate. At which point he appears to have a creative and impish political nimbleness that dazzles the mind.

This highly unusual mix of characteristics makes, I'm sure we can all agree, for an extremely unpredictable fellow. I intuit a deeply caring man, one who is a misfit in DC, albeit a controllable misfit. At least up to a point. But what is the manner of that point where his inner compassion kicks in, just when what he is being finessed into doing becomes too ugly for his taste? Well, who can say. But the facts speak for themselves.

The US is pulling out of Ukraine. Yes, it is a hideously ugly and tragic slaughter, but Western hegemonic ambitions of the Halford Mackinder variety are to blame, not Putin's Russia. The slaughter will be ended sooner if the US backs off and leaves the corrupt Ukrainian regime to its inevitable denouement. Had Trump been seduced by The Coalition of the Sniffing – Starmer, Macron, Merz – we would be heading towards WWIII and nuclear conflagration. In my mind there is little to no doubt about this. Further, Putin would not have announced at Minsk roughly a week ago that Russia will be reducing its defence spending next year if he did not trust Trump. As I speculated about a month ago in this article, it looked to me like Trump was backing away from Ukraine for real, albeit in exchange for certain assurances from Putin with regards to Iran’s nuclear programme and the sort of deal the US wants with Iran in this regard.

As stated above, Trump's bombing of Iranian nuclear facilities led to a pause in hostilities without killing anyone, as far as I can tell. True, this resolves no core disagreements, but by taking the nuclear-threat card off the table, and insisting angrily that it is truly off the table, Trump buys time at zero cost in human life, time with which to effect a more peaceful negotiated outcome than the ugly path that regime change would have set in motion. And he has clearly stated that he is against the messiness of a regime-change operation, which would lead to the closure of the Straits of Hormuz by Iran, and the severe economic consequences of that and similar moves Iran would have carried out, not to mention further unnecessary loss of human life. This is not to be sniffed at. Time will tell whether Trump's gambit will lead to better outcomes, or if he is sincere, but on the evidence before us at the moment, this broad interpretation seems at least as viable as any other.

Bottom line: The old power elites in Europe and the UK no longer have anything solid to offer the US in a world that is unstoppably (absent nuclear conflagration) becoming multipolar. The old Western powers have little more than artifice (the media) and deranged inbred arrogance. They desperately need Russian subsoil wealth to recapitalise their banks. The US, on the other hand, has subsoil wealth, but can no longer afford to militarily police the whole world on behalf of, essentially, the old Western powers. It therefore makes far more business sense, which is one of Trump’s primary instincts as a politician, to partner with Russia, help develop and thus mightily benefit from its subsoil wealth, and so remain a major player on the world stage. But this means leaving the EU and UK to their entwined and sorry-looking fates. “Nothing personal, old boy!”

(Main sources for the above: this, this and this. I also want to draw your attention to this X post from Douglas MacGregor, which represents a powerful and eloquent counter argument to the more pro-Trump interpretation outlined above.)

One way or another, we are walking and being walked through a very fraught period of history. I find Putin, Xi, Fico and a few other national leaders to be humanity’s best allies for navigating the very real and grave dangers that always attend epochal shifts in global power balances such as this. When it comes to Trump, I'd rather have him as US president than Harris, but in my case the jury is still vacillating on what role he is playing, on what he, beneath the news maelstrom, is actually bringing to the table, and in which direction he is truly tipping the scales. 

More generally still and at the level of the whole human family, my intuitive sense remains unchanged and, in my assessment, is increasingly supported by historical and technological developments. Basically, we need to wise up. I intuit that we in fact feel a growing need, or hunger, or yearning to do just that. And so, to that end…

Towards re-enchantment by way of disenchanting all our mis-enchantments should be our direction, and knowingly. Imagination is not ours to control, it is ours to allow, our scared duty to learn, our most creative dance partner. Open properly to All That Is, everything we live in and through can only enchant us, if we learn to always "kiss the joy as it flies" on and away into history's soil. This is the royal road to individual and cultural maturity, the maturity that would boil off all the excess of all professional-managerial systems of bureaucracy, corporatism, and shallow consumerism, which seek to pin everything down, which would lock everything down for fear of chaos, of vitality, of raw life. Not that we should be aiming ourselves at Neverland, not that we should want to party on in perpetuity, but that we should find the courage to grow through the pains and guilts that hold us back by allowing them up and out. And I mean all of us.

We are mightily invested in multiple interlocking systems of control. Their collapse would be truly terrible. But sustaining these control systems in enmity with a fanatical conviction that There Can Be Only One (hegemon), with the weapons and armies and technologies humanity now has at its disposal, there for us to abuse in pursuit of the impossible, is more terrible still.

There is a middle way: the peace that comes through honesty and transparency. I ask all of us to knowingly want this radical middle way, for yourself and for those around you, but in gentleness and patience, in forgiveness and love. There is too much hate and mistrust in the global air, too much threat, too little humility. If each of us works on ourselves while keeping the evolving qualities of love and forgiveness in mind, this middle way has a chance to right much of what is currently far off balance, and tipping further and further towards collapse.

“Let all that is not rooted in truth and love wither and fall away.” – A line given to me in a dream.

“Therefore God becomes as we are, that we may be as He is.” – William Blake

“Opposition is true friendship.” – William Blake

“Love thine enemy.” – Jesus Christ

06 June 2025

The masks are very off

[EDIT 16 June 2026: I've slowly come to think of Trump, since posting this article, as a political genius. His enemy is the British Empire, the MI6/CIA/Mossad/Media/forever-wars/banking complex of accumulated power that has had the world in its grip too long. For me, this frame does the best job, of all the frames I've considered and listened to, of explaining the all the weirdness. It's about the American System of Political Economy, and his ambition to see it restored. It this frame is correct, I wish President Trump luck. If it's not, more fool me.] 


Trump’s myth attracts my attention regardless of how true it is. Not because I’m attracted to it per se – it’s too cartoonish for me –, but because “draining the swamp” is sorely needed. There is corruption aplenty in every nation on earth. How could it be otherwise; power corrupts. Power attracts those who hunger for power, a civilisational dynamic we must live with. So evidence of voter fraud, properly exposed, would flush out much corruption. So much so, in fact, that few of the horrifically partisan mass-media outlets, social and conventional, will escape unwounded, and many might perish. – Me in November 2020

I thought the bizarro world of lockdowns would be enough to wake people up. I was wrong. I thought the stolen 2020 election would be enough. I was wrong. I think Russia beating Ukraine will be enough. Let's see what happens.

The pressure is mounting. The West's very long-term investment in Project Ukraine looks to be at the edge of collapse. Foolishly, vainly, Trump managed to convince himself over the course of a sweet little golf putt that he could art-of-the-deal his way to a Big Beautiful Peace Settlement between Russia and Ukraine and make beautiful photo-op headlines shaking hands with Putin. He also managed not to notice that the US is basically running the war against Russia, and managed not to notice that Putin has all the good cards. But that's what President Trump managed to believe, and this is the supper he will dine on for the next few years.

The EU (primarily France and Germany) and the UK are deeply into Ukraine with both feet, both hands, the whole of their drooling mouths, and all of their future monies. It could not be a more hideously monstrous and tragic catastrophe. If they don't succeed, they die. So these inbred, deranged co-belligerents are doing their pathocratic best to inflame matters into WWIII, and thereby bomb everything to rubble, to then make mo money rebuilding the world and taking control of Russian subsoil assets.

BUT! What did Trump just promise Putin, for Putin to suggest to the President of the nation he is more or less at war with – the nation that is keeping Ukraine in the fight against Russia – so that Putin would help Trump out with his Iran negotiations? 

What does President Trump have to offer President Putin other than staying out of Putin's way? I suggest that it is a reasonable guess that if Trump stays out of Russia's way while Russia does what it feels it must in Ukraine, Putin will then, and only then, help Trump out in his negotiations with Iran.

Which is but one part of why The West* is sounding even more screechtastic than it has of late. The UK, France and Germany cannot prevail against Russia without the US. The US cannot prevail in its national and international ambitions without Russia. The pathocratic neocon faction in the US cannot survive without toppling Putin and somehow driving a wedge between Russia and China, to then be able to fatally weaken both by all means foul and fouler, to then one day live happily ever after with their Beautiful Global Hegemony bride. Yes, the shrill needle is all the way over to the right, at the very far end of its red warning band ... whereupon Musk and Trump jump head first into the fray to entertain us all with their multibillion-dollar playground spat. Nice.

Back in 2020, I had the strongest intuition that Trump represented an opportunity for bursting The West's self-aggrandising myths, but wasn't able to articulate it clearly enough. Since I started listening to The Duran, Scott Ritter, Garland Nixon, Glenn Diesen, and several others from that big-tent assemblage, and reading very broadly on geopolitics and political ponerology, the detailed nature of that intuition has become much clearer to me. What is far less clear, is to what degree the rot that is The West is global, and thus to what degree its imminent demise will drag everyone else down with it. There is so much that is wrong on planet Earth right now, I dread to think how bad the situation really is.

But anyway, the masks are off. Again! Lower than ever before. Might it be that this time the ugliness that lies behind what has become of the West will stink too badly to ignore? Is a sufficient percentage of the West's citizens capable of identifying that stink, and then wanting to do something positive about it?

Time will tell. And I don't think there's very much time left before we find out.


* By "The West" I mean those Western establishments – intelligence, financial, political, media, education, etc. – that are fundamentally pathocratic, deranged, and fighting for their miserable lives. I do not mean the West, that delightful mix of cultures and traditions I love so much.

24 October 2023

The pragmatics of love

Please tell me whom to hate

Digital and print ink is being spilled in endless amounts to condemn or defend one side or the other. Atrocities are being committed. Horror floods the world again, biblically, from somewhere else now. Tell me who is the more evil party! I want to know whom to hate and whom to defend. I want to know which side is morally superior to the other. Tell me! Please lead me to the experts who are dispassionately and completely correct in what they say and I shall obey them, wholly give my thinking to them, allow my emotions to be cradled by them. Give me this guidance! I need someone to hate, otherwise I can’t handle the horror, the evil, the unimaginable suffering. 

It is just too much. Too much all over again, while other horrors grind on ceaselessly as if their energy for more and more were inexhaustible.

It looks like we want it this way. Do we really want it this way?

“Structural coupling”, qu’est que c’est?

When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.

When all you have is a money system, everything looks like a commodity.

When all you have is an army, everything looks like a war.

As we shape the world around us, so our shaping shapes us.

I see us, all of us, joined as individuals in our oceanic togetherness, losing it. Some storm urges up from our totality, gathering us into its fury as we give ourselves to its might. This uprushing hatred is exactly what I write against, over and over, exactly what I try to soothe away, first in me, then in anyone else who will listen. To this end – to this means – I put forward the thinking of those who seem to have produced material we must take into account – and understand – if we don’t want to become massed, unthinking rage, over and over again, if we don’t want to be tied by puppet strings to dark forces that will destruction on everything.

But beneath the complexity of the material I reference is something terribly simple: “Love is the way.” Its simplicity now, as the hate mounts, could not seem more offensive, more insensitive. But this is because we, culturally, in the West and elsewhere, do not understand. We don’t seem to want to. 

Love is what nourishes our tender ability as impressionable human beings to live together respectfully, peacefully, to take the time to heal the wounds that plant the seeds that become hate somewhere down the line. While we fail to respect love, we slowly lose ourselves to wounded fears, until the hate that grows from that soil harvests us all.

How to help each other want to learn to love, to become more loving, to commit as reverently as possible, forever, to becoming love? How!? 

Carefully, humbly, patiently. 

The material I reference is complex because it is needed support for a radically different ontology that has love at its heart, as its fundament, rather than as some chemically generated brain fart whose significance is about the same as any other chemically generated brain fart. It is the “rather than” that must be disassembled, that side of this choice current modernity reflexively believes is The Nature Of Reality: Everything is matter and energy. In this article we look at how the concept of “structural coupling” helps us see reality a little differently to the materialist reflex, and how it offers us conceptual tools with which to dispel certain misapprehensions.

Niklas Luhmann saw systems interactions as governed by structural coupling. Imagine a virus docking to a cell. If no mutually compatible interface is there, no coupling (interaction) can occur. In this event, the virus is irrelevant to that particular cell. With no appropriate cell receptor available anywhere, what is a virus? Effectively, it is non-existent: an imperceivable non-thing.

(When all you have is matter, love sinks into invisibility.)

Scaling quickly up from viruses to ideas as structuring systems, we can state that the way I interact with my environment – a complex system of complex systems – is significantly governed by the system of complex systems I am – including my idea of what reality is, what principles I cherish, what I think wealth, health, value, etc., are. The way I interact, the way I perceive, my behaviour, are all governed by how the dynamic arrangement (or patterning) I am is able to dock with its environment. And none of us creates a single one of our cherished governing ideas ex nihilo. The structuring ideas that determine what proportion of reality we can perceive are planted in us by circumstances more or less beyond our control. 

Ideas are filters. Beliefs are filters. And, as it happens, most belief systems persist in us unexamined, taken for granted, silently structuring how we perceive, how we emote, what we desire. 

Who’s in charge here? Tool, or tool maker? Idea, or idea crafter? Which fashions which?

Well, to make matters still more unanchored, still more vertiginous, still freer of free will, Luhmann’s model conceives of systems as co-emergent phenomena whose boundaries can be defined this way or that, depending on the context; systems are not distinct objects per se, but morphing patterns determined by ever-shifting contexts no one controls. 

I don’t know where you end and I begin.

Today, I don’t know where I end and Google begins.

Systems structure perception, dynamically, shiftingly, but well enough to aid navigation and survival through the ‘world’ that ‘mind’ is part of, otherwise a system perishes by way of maladaption.

In Luhmann’s model, then, it’s as if there were no agency anywhere. It’s almost as if there were no such thing as experience, consciousness, free will. 

I understand reality more or less as described above, and yet I am also a committed advocate of the sanctity of free will. There is agency, and it is, for me, fundamental. 

Luhmann’s descriptive model gives us a tool with which we can pry open the still reigning Newtonian model of clearly defined physical objects, and begin to discern a reality of co-emerging and co-evolving patterns, organically interdependent in a dizzying variety of ways. Luhmann’s is a helpful architecture for seeing reality a little more accurately. It is one potential addition to what we are that can help us perceive a little bit more of All That Is. 

And yet – to repeat – there is also agency. So, how do I justify perceiving agency right down there in the fundament of All That Is?

Consciousness all the way down

While it is true, in my view, that “World and mind arise together” (Varela) – which could be rephrased as: Object and subject arise together, or: Passive and active arise together –, their co-arising is at once spontaneous and an act of will; ‘world’ and ‘mind’ are part of an all-encompassing whole: All That Is. And All That Is is consciousness. All That Is = God. Much flows logically from this bold statement that later accommodates love and agency seamlessly, necessarily, within it.

Free will is, in my conception, a property, or perhaps necessary corollary of conscious experience via the inherent presence of preference. In other words, choice (= preference = an expression of free will) is inherent to consciousness precisely because consciousness can experience, and precisely because of that experiencing, prefer. Can there be preference in the absence of experience? Without experience, what we have is predictable reaction or response to stimuli. This has nothing to do with preference as I mean it here.

By way of example, we could identify fight-or-flight reflexes in biological entities as ‘preferences’, but I would distinguish between autonomic impulse – reflex –, and experience thereof, i.e., why we might prefer calm over life-or-death conflict. To root this preference in genes (chemicals) that mysteriously ‘want’ to ‘survive’ (aren’t genes – chemicals – in fact ‘dead’?) is to put the cart before the horse, in my view. (I am using the horse-cart idiom somewhat inappropriately; it implies a dualistic framing I reject.)

Stepping in a little deeper: Because materialism cannot account for experience – because it cannot account for consciousness –, it is sounder to assert reality itself is consciousness, within whose domain what we call matter and energy are experienced. It is for me self-evidently true that consciousness exists. Failure to account for it thus disqualifies whichever model or paradigm that so fails. Thus, for me, what we call the physical universe must proceed from, and remain of, consciousness, not vice versa

Materialism – there is nothing but matter/energy – is logically bound to assert consciousness as an illusion of some kind; consciousness itself can be neither matter nor energy, thus cannot even exist, strictly speaking; on materialism’s tenets, all that exists must be made of matter/energy. Materialism must therefore conceive of consciousness as a noncontiguous something emerging mysteriously from sufficiently complex brains. This position is confounded, however, by the insurmountable challenge of explaining which biochemicals or constellations of neuronal activity could possibly effect, or be deceived into experiencing, this thing we experience as experience. (To put it redundantly. Using my cheeky free will.)

Another explanatory model is dualism: there exists both matter and consciousness. However, each differs fundamentally from the other, such that dualism cannot explain how they interact; no structural coupling is possible, neither domain can perceive the other’s existence. And on this simple problem, dualism falls.

Hence:

If neither Dualism nor Materialism, then There Is Only God (Everything Is Consciousness).

This is my base position. I do not set it out to persuade you to agree, but rather to disclose it as my ontological base, and in so doing demonstrate, however sketchily, it is at least as reasonable as any other. 

Essentially then, what we are examining is the structural-coupling concept as it dovetails with the reality of agency, preference and free will, as I understand them. The hinge between the two is information as it pertains to meaning, where meaning can only exist in consciousness. ‘Dead’ chemicals can neither purposefully communicate nor understand another’s meaning, neither can complex arrangements of chemicals or neuronal nets. Meaning is fundamentally different to mechanical output-input-output exchanges. 

Expressed boldly: Without consciousness, there can be neither information nor meaning. From this I can also assert that materialism – the absence of consciousness – cannot account for meaning and information. 

Conveniently for my purposes here, Luhmann’s model uses communications (of meaningful information) as the medium that enables the continuation or coherence of complex (living) systems through time; structural coupling accommodates communication, both within and between systems, communication of necessarily meaningful information. On my reading of it then, his model thus permits, or perhaps requires, consciousness, albeit without meaning to. If you’ll pardon the crude pun.

(If my logical leaps seem a little threadbare here, that’s because I’m trying to keep this short. This is a fuller examination of these ideas in a previous article.)

This combination of structural coupling and Consciousness-As-Reality explains for me how we humans can produce intractable nightmares like Russia-Ukraine and Israel-Palestine: addiction, cultural habituation, pride, arrogance, fanaticism; how can matter/energy produce such states of being? More hopefully perhaps, this combination also accounts for the impossible beauty of earth’s biosphere, the awe-inspiring poetry of The Tale of the Princess Kaguya, and everything else besides. 

But reality’s potential to creatively express free will through its seemingly infinite vehicles (humans, forests, cultures, multinational corporations, ant hills, climate, etc.) is tightly governed by structural coupling as its all-encompassing effects determine available decision space, where “decision space” represents the ‘amount’ of free will we can bring to bear at any given moment. 

We can reformulate this idea as a question: What spectra of decisions are visible to us as we flow from constraining moment to constraining moment? Any answer is also a description of how much free will is available to us, indeed, how visible our free will is to us, from moment to moment. The broader the spectrum, the more choices we see. The more open our hearts, the broader the spectra we perceive.

Imagine actually being Benjamin Netanyahu, Israel’s Prime Minister, confronted with an attack on the country and people he is obliged to defend, compromised as he is by his colourful history and the yet more colour history of Israeli politics as it fits into the dazzling complexity of modern geopolitics. Imagine learning of atrocities committed to your country and people by your most bitter enemy. Imagine what decision space is available to your free will as the evolving complexity of What You Are structurally couples with your specific environment in this specific historical moment.

At a guess, I’d say you’d face a very narrow decision space indeed. 

Could love possibly be a factor in Netanyahu’s calculations? Forgiveness? 

The more love he could allow to flow through his being, the broader his decision space, his courage, his compassion, his wisdom, would become. This horribly unlikely possibility is what I am slowly trying to tease into focus in this article. 

Is it impossible to love our enemies? May we deduce the impossibility of this hope from the basics of structural coupling set out above?

With this lengthy groundwork now stored soundly in our minds, it’s time to switch gears.

Just stop dehumanisation!

Dr Saffiyah Ally and Rabbi Dovid Weiss in conversation

Does it anger you to see a rabbi and an Islamic woman engaged in a peaceful discussion about Zionism and Judaism? It warms my heart and gives me hope. Here is some of what Rabbi Weiss had to say to Dr Ally, in paraphrase. 

Judaism is in essence about a covenant with God to uphold the Torah, solemnly undertaken 3,000 years ago. Part of this covenant is to be close to and subservient to God. Zionism, by contrast, began about 150 years ago and represents a “transformation from subservience to God, into nationalism”. Had the land chosen as Zionism’s nation state been uninhabited, “it would still be forbidden for the Jewish people to have this concept of sovereignty, of nationalism.” Around 2,000 years ago, the Jewish people were driven from their land for failing to maintain the high level of spirituality required of them by their covenant. A decree from God that the Jews not be a sovereign nation was a corrective measure, a “medicine from God to break our haughtiness”. Instead, the Jewish people were to live loyally in other nation states: diaspora as medicine. No attempt to end diaspora is permitted; its ending is in God’s hands alone. In their great suffering because of their exile, the Jews were welcomed by Islamic countries that gave them succour and safe havens to call home. There they flourished, even without enshrined human rights; there was no need for such rights. Jews and Muslims babysat each other’s children, were good neighbours to each other. They lived together in peace and mutual respect.

If his account is true – I have no reason to doubt it – then it is possible for all peoples to live together in mutual respect and peace. Note that love of God, who is love, lies at the heart of this state of affairs, not arrogance or haughtiness, but the love that breathes life into common decency. Common decency. That decency which is shared by all, which is thus part of our nature as human beings. 

Where has it gone? What conceals common decency from us, makes it seem like a pipe dream, like the foolish fantasy of a teenage idealist?

You can find common decency in the most shattered of places. In the horrors that burst over Israel, born of the horrors suffered by the Palestinians in Gaza, there it can be found. Despite her anger and grief, despite all she suffered and saw, nothing was more important to this brave woman than to share her compassion for her fellow human beings still suffering as terrible, or more terrible a fate than hers.

Though it can be hidden, love cannot be extinguished. It is fundamental

Must I say I do not tolerate terrorism? Surely it goes without saying. It seems to me the strangest of compulsory genuflections, a cynical and bitter form of virtue signalling I find very hard to swallow, though I understand well its fear-filled and rage-powered roots. Horror is extremely hard to bear. But it is so hard to bear precisely because down deep in each of us love moves us towards compassion. Sadly, without the cultural and ideological architecture to facilitate robust and clear structural coupling with this deep aspect of what we are, what existence is, we have developed a malformed relationship with its concealed presence. I hope the horrors of the world, which are so unbearable for so many, break our rigid resistance to the real presence of love within, and free it. 

Part of this process must of course include understanding. I want to understand how Hamas came to want to perform these acts. I want to understand why the Israeli government is so certain collective punishment of potentially millions of fellow human beings is the wisest response. I know such decisions do not represent the deep heart of all Palestinians and Israelis, so I do not support any form of collective punishment or terror. I reject terrorism from any and all perpetrators thereof, while wanting to welcome back into healthy humanity, welcome back onto the path of love, those driven somehow to commit acts of violence and terror. 

None of this means I advocate letting sick tigers roam free to cause whatever harm they are driven to cause, just because I want to understand. What I mean is: first protect people from the sick tigers, then, after calm is restored, understand and address how they became sick. The first part – reestablishing safety and security – is done with love in our hearts. The second part – understanding what went wrong – is done with love in our hearts. There are victims, there are perpetrators. But hate is not a response – understandable as it is – that can address why hate-filled events whelm us as often as they do. Hate only perpetuates the root problem: a malformed relationship with love.

Without the wisdom needed to respond appropriately, i.e. in a manner optimal for reestablishing health, safety, and calm, violence will lead to violence back and forth, seemingly endlessly, until we perish or can take no more.

Do we really want ever escalating spirals of violence? If not, why not? 

Because love. 

We do not repudiate violence because biology says so – i.e. because pain hurts and genes want to survive –, no. We repudiate violence because our preferences are in fact rooted far more deeply in that which has patterned biological evolution on earth: the consciousness that honours the sanctity of free will as it learns how to find its way back to love in the face of the most extraordinary and challenging of circumstances. 

There is of course a hole in this description, this assertion. Why is there biological life on earth, why is there physical existence? We can only guess. I find the metaphor of an impossibly profound and vast journey of evolution – the evolution of God via human experience – very helpful in this regard. Not everyone will agree with me. But regardless of the impossibility of mere humans understanding everything down to the last detail, we will always face choices, we will always offer up alternative explanatory models and choose from among them. 

For me, imagining this perennial process of wanting, of yearning to understand because we marvel at the complexities and wonders of existence… Imagining our striving as wholly predictable, as entirely robotic emissions and belches egested from meat-and-bone machines, in which every word and sentence written or uttered could not possibly occur in any other way, that any meanings we experience in uttering and hearing these attempts to understand are illusory, is as silly an undertaking as I can conceive. My experience of taking and making meaning flatly contradicts this idea. Experience cannot be an illusion; to assert otherwise is a clear contradiction in terms.

Without the wisdom needed to respond appropriately, we respond sub-optimally. What could be more obvious. Decisions made in anger deliver poor outcomes far more often than not. We are human; we become addicted to certain patterns, hate being one of them, anger another, aloof neutrality another. In the absence of cultural architecture supportive of and conducive to wisdom, to love, to common decency, this susceptibility to addiction compounds, becomes a positive feedback loop that runs for generations until all we know is a profound malformation of what we are, and call it normal. 

This is where common decency lies hidden. This is the muck love is buried beneath. This is the world we have co-evolved that makes love look to us like My Little Pony, or pornography, or romance, or chemicals. This is our principle error. It is the fruit of arrogance, of haughtiness. Today, we see its consequences all around, and are horrified.

I pray there is hope in that horror.

Can politics cope?

“I want [my book] to explain how shameful politics has become.” – Rory Stewart

A majority of both Biden (70%) and Trump (68%) voters believed electing officials from the opposite party would result in lasting harm to the U.S.

Roughly half (52% Biden voters, 47% Trump voters) viewed those who supported the other party as threats to the American way of life.

About 40% of both groups (41% Biden voters, 38% Trump voters) at least somewhat believed that the other side had become so extreme that it is acceptable to use violence to prevent them from achieving their goals. 
– From a Washington Examiner report, 18 October 2023

In the interview I link to in the image caption above, Rory Stewart, former cabinet minister and former contender for leadership of the Conservative Party, describes the immoral, machine-like entities politicians are forced to become by how today’s politics structures their world. Above, I used Benjamin Netanyahu as a vehicle for highlighting the problem of a greatly attenuated decision space narrowing the scope of free will, but today almost any politician would serve just as well to highlight this phenomenon. I know it’s a cliché by now, but the mechanistic worldview, as structuring paradigm, has made machines of us all. At the vanguard of that centuries-long development are politicians, managers of a system that has them wholly in its grip. 

Imagine someone susceptible to hypnosis hypnotised into believing he is a robot with no free will. Until the spell is broken, he would await instructions before doing anything. The ‘belief’ imposed upon  him has him under its spell. His decision space has been reduced to a single ‘choice’: obey. Paradigms ‘hypnotise’ too. Cult leaders hypnotise. Advertising hypnotises. The design of shops and department stores hypnotises. The speed and depth at which hypnosis is achieved vary, but the general outcomes are similar. These observations are a graphic way of showing how something as ‘immaterial’ as an idea, or paradigm, can attenuate decision space, in other words, significantly impact how we structurally couple with our environment. Ideas are powerful enough to make free will disappear, and with it consciousness, and with the latter’s disappearance disappears love as it really is.

Stewart is at pains to describe the moral disintegration politicians must subject themselves to if they are to have a chance of a successful career. He states that politics cannot work any other way. I understand that life is harsh for former politicians; they aren’t much good for anything other than party politics, generally speaking; politics demands a highly specialised skillset. Their only utility outside political life is sitting idly on some corporate board lending that corporation a little extra gravitas imagined to give it a competitive advantage. And this attractive career twilight is possible only to the lucky few: the luminaries of politics in any given country. 

Imagine the pressure. Imagine how easily party whips can maintain voting discipline, how obediently a political party will act as one entity, either vying for power or delivering on its manifesto, its members almost emptied of free will, of conscience, as they vie to remain visible and valuable to their party.

Stewart describes a reality of manifestos, of parties, competing for votes, not politicians. The manifesto thus has priority over an individual’s conscience or preferences. Previously, say in the 18th century, political parties were more amorphous, but the upshot was increased corruption, he argues, where votes were bought and sold in Parliament for every contentious element of every bill. This produced gridlock over and over again. Today, things are more disciplined, more efficient, more mechanical. There is less free will. You could almost say there is less ego. Politics would not work out without disciplined obedience, with conscience-based voting reserved for the watershed decisions.

In The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, an article I published here in April 2021, I asked:

Are we being directed towards direct democracy even though we’re not ready for it? Are our amazing communication technologies inexorably herding us towards a challenge most don’t want to face?

My sense then and now is that top-down governance cannot be nimble enough, nor knowledgeable enough, to have a chance of keeping pace with change; can have no chance, therefore, of governing wisely. There is a systemic need to keep pace with the economy, the World Out There that messes itself up faster than politics can identify the cause of the problem – if it is a problem –, a world that changes far faster than an executive can produce legislation to prevent the ‘negative’ outcomes they are duty-bound to prevent. What do political parties understand of ethics, of morality, of viruses, of modern warfare, modern medicine, of the lives of plumbers, school teachers and nurses, of derivatives, high finance, the money system, double-entry bookkeeping, artificial intelligence, and so on? How can a political party, or The Establishment, maintain a meaningful dialogue with The People? Surely the impossibility of this is why The Establishment prefers narrative control, perception management, and censorship. Surely this is why it prefers the power threat of “You’re either with us, or against us”.

Who among We, the People reads the terms and conditions we ‘agree to’ multiple times a week, a day? Who contests them before clicking to agree? Is a click as legally binding as a wet-ink signature? Who cares! Who has the power to do anything about it. We all have a life to live. And it is true that, materially, we in the West live in paradise. Delivered meals, movies on demand, holidays abroad, instant communications with anyone anywhere in the world, incredibly effective machine translations for having a chance of understanding different cultures… And the pace of change keeps on accelerating. Perhaps, a few short decades from now, Ray Kurzweil’s Singularity will be upon us. Despite the often low-quality of much of IT products and services, I sometimes find it easy to imagine Kurzweil’s Singularity happening.

So I believe I’m a little justified in hoping war is quickly becoming unmanageable, or impossibly costly on too many axes. What we can do to each other militarily is more horrific and devastating than it has ever been, even without The Nuclear Option. War’s ‘benefits’ look brutish compared to those of cooperation, dialogue, diplomacy. Is it morally defensible to go to war against a country whose morals and rituals offend us?

It’s not only politicians; I don’t think anyone can keep up. There are competing vested interests funding this, that and the other pet project, furthering some cherished cause, be it an Open Society or The Singularity or The Great Reset, programmable CBDCs, just stopping oil, saving the planet, the rain forests, polar bears, pandas … on and on and on. This is the frenzy, the mind-boggling complexity of human life today. Who can say how these intertwining and competing interests will play out? It would be foolishly dishonest of me to claim I know what the heck is going on.

And there, my friends, is the rub. Things are as they are, yoked to the countless historical momenta that carry us all forwards in the dizzying rush some call progress. From its frenzy, bitter enmities can suddenly erupt as war. Can we hold things together while clinging to power relations as they stand? The world has been teetering on the edge of WW3 for months. I side with humanity, which means for me that I side with multipolarity – if forced to choose between it and unipolarity.

I have come to deeply distrust ideology. I see history making top-down, top-heavy power structures both redundant and catastrophically incompetent. The power that falls to those few who now ‘run’ the world is too great to be distributed such that one culture, one paradigm, one ideology can harshly judge all those that diverge from it. “You’re either with us, or against us!”, said G W Bush a while back. Well, those against us don’t take kindly to being threatened like that. Today, The West wakes up to its increasingly palpable isolation as events spin out of its control, and its ‘enemies’ assert their wills.

Following on from my preference for multipolarity, I further prefer yet more multipolarity, and still more after that, where its localising vector leads to increasingly localised governance, perhaps down to city level. Those processes/structures/institutions that govern (or simply facilitate) interactions between cities should have as little power as possible, if any. Perhaps political power would, in a more nimble and organic system, be reduced to a very low level, simply because politics then ceases to be a domain that requires much power. It would have a fundamentally different role as a result of the vector I prefer.

To minimise the very real dangers posed by current anachronistic power structures as they are dragged by history, kicking and screaming, further and further into the background, to manage this volatile process as wisely as possible, one of the things I believe we need front and centre in our hearts and minds is renewed commitment to love, as it pertains to wisdom, total health and revering the sanctity of free will. Understanding that free will needs as broad a decision space as possible to be healthily creative, to nourish common decency, knowing that our decision space is severely restricted by fear, hate and ossified systems of governance, choosing to prefer an organically free world over a mechanically dystopian one brings with it a requirement to choose love. 

To make that perhaps naïve-sounding sequence imaginable, I argue we need a supportive ontology, one similar to what I have outlined in this article. I hope I have made this seem reasonable.

20 September 2023

The West stars as Old Mother Hubbard in “The Rape of Ukraine”

Joe Biden’s performance as a senile US president in The Rape of Ukraine convinces to the point that one cannot tell fiction from fact. His commitment to the role borders on the obsessive; apparently, scans of the actor’s brain at work produced data wholly consistent with a man suffering advanced senility. Beneath the senility, Biden hews tenaciously to the core character arc of a street gangster somehow elevated by historical happenstance to Most Powerful Man on Earth. His business interests in Ukraine, that tragic country, embroil both him and the rest of the world in a sequence of events that gathers threatening momentum like a runaway juggernaut. 

Representing Germany, Olaf Scholz is equally convincing as a man of low character bereft of ideas, too compromised to control a government of low-IQ zealots driving an ideological agenda whose only feasible outcome is Germany’s shabby denouement. He acquiesces again and again to every demand made of him by his true master, the United States, no matter its price to the nation that is his charge. 

In France, Emanuel Macron persuades volubly as an unpopular French president inspired upwards on the winds of his own rhetoric into intoxicating delusions of grandeur. These hover him aloft at a quivering zero-point between the conflicting needs and agendas of the French people, the EU, NATO, the US and, of course, his magnificently inflamed ego, from which position he accomplishes precisely nothing but obedience to US demands. All this clothed in a high-priced style that fails to mask his mediocrity. He is the only actor I know of who could pull off such a delicate cinematic feat without over egging his performance. Chapeau!

The formerly impressive United Kingdom stars in an important cameo that might be summed up as a poorly attended parade of unwanted prime ministers, each tasked with bellowing louder and yet more stridently than the US for “more war!”. I hope you can forgive me in forgetting their names, but all actors cast in their roles were as convincingly uninteresting as they were paradoxically pivotal. A job well done, all in all.

And who can forget the EU! Perhaps my favourite scene is The Rape of Ukraine’s most pointedly dramatic. Ursula von der Leyen, played brilliantly by none other than von der Leyen herself, stands astride two gutted washing machines, dominating them completely. Behind her, blue and yellow flames rage, morphing at times to suggest the Ukrainian flag, at others that of the EU. Pinched between the forefinger and thumb of each hand, von der Leyen holds aloft two glinting microchips  that she wields ferociously, using them as razorblades to rip to tatters a red square of fabric, meant, I assume, to represent the Russian economy. Her golden mane remains implacably opposed to the winds of history howling around her no matter how wildly her movements and the winds rage. No matter indeed; the fabric will not tear! Around her, as if emerging from the yellow and blue inferno, grows the booming, menacing laughter of Vladimir Putin, evil Judo Master, Master Geo-Chess-Politician. He haunts the movie’s every scene.

The overall tragedy, recounted by the film’s many principal and supporting actors, is of a once beautiful country – Ukraine – devastated in the clash between Western powers in the right corner, refusing – angrily, destructively, sociopathically – to accept a more equitable balance of geopolitical power, and in the left the non-western world waking up to the tantalising, nay irresistible attraction of shaking off its economic subservience to that now fading Western power, and it is truly a horror to behold. One is of course always a passive spectator at the movies, but this incredibly moving account of a faraway land turns one’s passivity into bitter impotence as the needless savagery builds on itself in ever escalating waves, each more nauseating than the last. It is truly Greek in its inevitability, but at a scale perhaps even the Greeks could not have imagined.

The actor Volodymyr Zelenskyy brilliantly portrays the actor Volodymyr Zelenskyy, a Ukrainian TV celebrity painfully incapable of balancing the external and internal forces that propelled him to Ukraine’s presidency in 2019. Watching on from the warm glow of the movie theatre, we don’t know whether to laugh or cry as his fate turns ever crueler. Real actors from The West flock to his banner in moral support of his gritty performance to defend his beloved country from the Pure Evil of Grand Judo Master Vladimir Putin, Dictator of The Soviet Union, formerly President of the Russian Federation. But their support proves too little as events unfold. Intoxicating hopes burn to ash again and again as Russia’s military-industrial onslaught grinds relentlessly on consuming everything in its path. The bitterness is almost too much to bear. 

With The West mercilessly egging Zelenskyy on from a safe distance, with the deadly and fascistic Banderites openly threatening his and his family’s lives, he cracks. Hard drugs help him cope, but of course with decreasing effectiveness. Not remotely up to the historical challenge, he resorts to type to rely on crass propaganda and low-brow messaging to conceal from his people this increasingly plain and bitter truth; he heads a country being torn apart at the behest of a Western world coldly interested only in its own power, and in the familial wealth of its angrily demented president. As support from The West wanes, as Ukraine’s ability to resist the monster it faces is exposed as too little, so the Old Mother Hubbard aspect of this tale comes to the fore. The West’s cupboard is shown to be bare, emptied too much for too long by the hungry ambitions and grandiose ventures of previous productions.

Though allegedly based on a true story, it is hard to type The Rape of Ukraine. Is it farce? Is it a theatre of the absurd? Tragi-horror? Thriller, war flick, political intrigue, mobster movie? It is all and none of these at once, a unique experience in story telling more entertaining in an easily bored post-modern era than everything that preceded it and prepared the way. It is a veritable Hall of Mirrors for modernity in which image and reality fuse to one. So horrific and terrible is it to behold that I am loathe to recommend it to your attention, but feel I must; it is just that compelling.

The only question is whether humanity can survive much more entertainment of such electrifying quality.

(The Rape of Ukraine is brought to you by Neocon Magical Thinking, Produced by Robert Kagan and Directed by Victoria Nuland.)

17 July 2023

Wise up, humanity!

 

There’s something profoundly disheartening about the politics of our countries right now. The deep madness, I’m afraid, is British imperial thinking that has been taken over by the United States. My country, the United States, is unrecognisable now compared to even 20 or 30 years ago. I’m not sure – to tell you the truth – who runs the country; I do not believe it is the President of the United States right now. We are run by generals, by our security establishment. The public is privy to nothing. The lies that are told about foreign policy are daily and pervasive by a mainstream media that I can barely listen to or read any more. The New York Times, Washington Post, Wall Street Journal and the main television outlets are 100% repeating government propaganda by the day, and it’s almost impossible to break through.

What is this about? Well, as you’ve heard, it’s about a madness of the United States to keep US hegemony, a militarised foreign policy dominated by the thinking of generals who are mediocre intellects, personally greedy, and without any sense, because their modus operandi is to make war. And they are cheerled by Britain, which is unfortunately, in my adult life, increasingly pathetic in being a cheerleader for the United States, for US hegemony, and for war. Whatever the United States says, Britain will say it 10 times more enthusiastically. The UK leadership could not love the war in Ukraine more. It’s the Great Second Crimean War for the British media and for the British political leadership.
– Professor Jeffrey Sachs in a 5 July 2023 speech to SHAPE (Saving Humanity and Planet Earth). Hat tip to Alexander Mercouris

Introduction

I watch on in growing hope as establishment figures from the highest levels of society slowly morph into “conspiracy theorists”. Of course they would not call themselves that, but those invested in and thus loyal to establishment (aka ‘mainstream’) narratives would not hesitate to label them so. RFK Jr., US presidential hopeful, currently doing surprisingly well in the polls, strikes me as an honourable man on a journey quite similar to the one Professor Sachs is walking. Both are men with open minds, a clear positive that, nowadays, will quickly get you labelled “conspiracy theorist”. And that the knives are now clearly out for Biden tells us The West knows Biden cannot win. With no one viable to replace Biden, and with RFK Jr. playing the independent-media circuit with aplomb, Kennedy may well be the next President of the United States.

In times of historical decadence, it seems, dark ambitions kept hidden – because not quite ready for prime time, because still held somewhat in check by institutions established to that end – are suddenly forced into the open by a combination of hubris, ignorance, and event-driven desperation. Conspiring is but one facet of this revelatory process, incompetence another. How to precisely weigh the relative importance of each – and other factors – is beyond my pay grade, though I do hope to appeal to your hearts by drawing attention to interconnections between the bleeding obvious but wilfully ignored, the not-so obvious, and the mysterious.

In that vein, this article is a counterbalance to my previous musing.

A blitzkrieg recap of recent times

The seven most amazing events of my life: 

1. Because of a virus, the constitution is suspended and an emergency regime of curfews and general psychological terror is established.

2. Anyone who questions this state of affairs is no longer a citizen, but a “Schwurbler” [transl. someone who talks rubbish, used synonymously with “conspiracy theorist”], or even a Nazi.

3. The suddenly omnipresent slogan "New Normal" is accepted uncritically, almost fervently. A return to the Old Normal – one hears and reads everywhere – will never happen. (How do they all know this with such certainty?)

4. A leaden silence settles over the country. Those who think the new situation is wrong better keep their mouths shut, otherwise their social status will immediately drop to that of doggie doo-doo. People talk behind closed doors and meet conspiratorially.

5. When a vaccine is rolled out, there is no general sigh of relief; instead we get the next mass hysteria. Those who, upon sober reflection, decide not to take the jab are mobbed in public, have to fear for their jobs and become social lepers.

6. And then, just like that, the whole thing is over. Compulsory masking, compulsory vaccination, compulsory testing are but a distant memory, a disturbing dream receding into the shadows.

7. Did anything even happen? Was there something? Everyone is acting as if nothing happened. Now there’s a war, and in the media disaster always travels alone. As if triggered by Putin’s invasion of Ukraine, suddenly there is no more reporting of infection rates in the newspapers, and no one wants to be reminded of Corona.

The Old Normal indeed returned. 

’Twas a mere trifle of billions of euros spent? Sure looks like it. 

But you can't just pull off a stunt like that and pretend everything is normal again. History judges mercilessly. Slowly, but mercilessly.

I, for one, will never forget what happened and what an extremely ugly side society put on display. And I will share what I know. In books and films and wherever I can. My bet: this affair will be dealt with.

Maybe not for decades.

But it will happen. 

Because the critical mass of those who had to watch on aghast as the world around them went mad is large enough. I notice it every day and everywhere I go.
– German text shared anonymously on Telegram

The WEF / WHO / Davos Crowd bet the farm on their desired utopian/dystopian vector set in motion with covid lockdowns. Part of that was of course continuation of preceding shenanigans, doings that include sufficient control of midwit ‘leaders’ – the Build Back Better Brigade – placed in positions of ‘authority’ across the Western world by this malicious grouping of deranged, wannabe Global Rulers. 

Despite their best efforts, their plans fray and unravel all around us.

About a year and a half ago, The West’s specially selected ‘leaders’ (narcissistic, ambitious, controllable, not very bright) have managerially, obediently doubled down on that bet, this time giddy with the belief that Russia is weak, corrupt, a paper tiger, a gas station masquerading as a country. This particular exciting venture is the neocons’ Grand Obsession, or more accurately that especially visceral gaggle of ideologues among them who Hate Russia! so blindly, they seem ready to destroy humanity in pursuit of their grubby Eurasian dreams. 

Despite their best efforts, their plans fray and unravel all around us. 

Their panic is now plain to see if you but look.

What now characterises The West as a result of all this is the ideologically fanatical leading the vain, ambitious and shallow on ugly missions of destruction, with the bought-and-paid-for Western media acting as stenographers amplifying the ever deepening madness that has the West in its grip. Currently, most of the West’s peoples are some combination of too busy, too tired, too cynical or too paralysed by their angsty Stockholm Syndromes to respond with robust, meaningful protest. And of course there’s the vast institutional inertia grinding on and on and on.

And yet the fact that Professor Sachs, among several others, has noticed and is speaking out, and also that there are multiple grassroots and professional fightbacks underway in the UK and US, as indeed across the world, is part of the evidence I draw on when arguing that the cultural soils beneath the now-panicked clown show propagated so garishly by Western media outlets are – though still mostly out of sight – now richly fertile, ready to birth new forms of governance in the West.

Meanwhile, we find ourselves confronted with a tragic mess of epochal proportions, utterly devoid of charm, grace or glory. I will never be able to convey how disgusted I am by what I am witnessing. After earnest and repeated promises to do “whatever it takes”, The West slammed NATO’s doors in Ukraine’s face at the recent Vilnius summit. They may enter those hallowed halls after they beat Russia. But if they can beat Russia, why would they so desperately want NATO membership? 

The West ‘wants’ (needs) a way out, but the only way out appears to be the blunt correction of abject defeat. It will try to stealthily shift the narrative away from Ukraine to The Next Scary Monster, or it will escalate yet again; perhaps today’s the attack on the Kerch bridge was that escalation. My gut and intuition tell me, however, that if they do indeed risk escalation, they will be thwarted by an adult response from Russia/China that stop events boiling over into WWIII.

Ultimately though, the quality of The West’s madness is so tawdry, so malign, so devoid of decency and compassion, it is simply beyond comprehension. The non-Western world watches on, incredulous, trying to keep as far from our crazed insanity as it can, and assiduously gets on with the business of setting up alternative international systems in which one day – I hope – a healed West will participate.

The evil that men do

What The West has primarily squandered is its authority. Grown spiritually bankrupt, materialistic, pompous and narcissistic, The West has come to confuse raw power for authority. Blinded by its hubristic error, it has seduced itself into catastrophic overreach and destroyed yet another nation. It is also destroying itself. Its power, no longer rooted in true authority, is simply the repeated application of brute force, which is now visibly waning brute force.

It is authority alone which is the true and unique power of law. Compulsion is only an expedient to which one takes recourse in order to remedy a lack of authority. Where there is authority […], there compulsion is superfluous.
– Anonymous, Meditations on the Tarot, 1972 (2019), pp77-79.

Where there is authority, there compulsion is superfluous. 

And yet perhaps The West’s malfunction is not evil, perhaps it is something duller, less romantic than that. It is a very human madness of vain pride whose roots clutch deep into decades, centuries of entitlement and privilege, drawing on dynastic belief systems spawned in the slow heat of too much power, too little corrective feedback, too little wisdom.

The “evil spirits” which deprive man of his freedom are not at all beings of the so-called “hierarchies of evil” or “fallen hierarchies”. Neither Satan, nor Belial, nor Lucifer, nor Mephistopheles has ever deprived anyone of his freedom. Temptation is their only weapon and this presupposes the freedom of he who is tempted. […]

[P]erverse human tendencies can deprive us of our freedom and enslave us. Worse still, they can avail themselves of our imagination and inventive faculties and lead us to creations which can become the scourge of mankind. […]

Resist the devil, and the devil will be your friend. A devil is not an atheist; he does not doubt God. The faith which he lacks is faith in man.
– Ibid, pp61-63.

Resist The West, and it will crush you without mercy. Its vanity demands total obedience, the total subjugation of your free will to its demands.

This is the pivotal question: What, in all this noise, has become of our faith in ourselves? How persuaded are we by the unceasing waves of dogwhistle messaging informing us we suck; we are vermin; useless eaters; greedy, porn-addicted breeders procreating too much, but producing nothing of value? How deeply have we internalised this cruel siren song? 

Should we go under? Should we allow ourselves to be culled like Marvel’s Thanos wanted? What are your thoughts on this oddly titillating moral conundrum?

In my previous post, I presented that part of me that forever vacillates, forever ‘progresses’ from one seemingly solid analysis to another. Like all such traits, such vacillation is boon and bane. 

We need faith and skepticism both. The former without the latter leads to fanaticism and machine-like obedience. The latter without the former leads to Hamlet-like inaction and erodes our courage.

My own faith, my knowing, is that humanity is here for a reason, and is on the cusp of rediscovering this truth. We are not pointless. But because free will is sacred and we are trusted with it, we are free to go wildly astray. Astray, our adventures teach us much – though very slowly at the collective level –, and one means of their teaching is great suffering. Sadly – cries the ego – it is a rinse-and-repeat process.

Note, however, that it is “great suffering”, not “great pleasure”! Something in us yearns for nobler lives, something more fitting to our destiny. As the saying goes, “Respect existence or expect resistance!” We resist because something noble in us must resist. We resist because we perceive something profoundly dysfunctional in tyranny. Of course it is never all of humanity resisting as one, but enough of us do resist, and ever more fiercely as times grow ever darker. Human nobility is a flame that can never be fully extinguished. We will always find a way to fight back.

What we need to understand, is what we are fighting for.

The dilemma of dilemmas

Apparently, it costs $20 to $30 to recycle one solar panel, but $1 to $2 to leave it in a landfill to rot. This factoid is a numerical reflection of the image that heads this article. The reason we ‘value’ the latter over the former method for dealing with old solar panels is because we measure value with numbers. In other words, we appreciate value in too coarse, too cumbersome a way at the cultural level. 

A science rooted solely in intelligence seems to tend to destructive technologies. Rooted also in wisdom, it would tend to the constructive. Consequently, one could argue (as I do) that some kind of return to God, to the primacy of consciousness, to the ineffable, is required to afford a shift of emphasis, a shift in the cultural value systems that direct our science, economics and politics. In my analysis, in my intuition, it is precisely this quality of shift that characterises the evolution underway in the cultural soils just beneath our collective perception.

My argument is that this is but one manifestation of that old dilemma, quantity versus quality. It is a very specific dilemma that is not easy to resolve. Or, better perhaps, is a dilemma we should not try to resolve. Part of the Western way seems to me to be a dialectical need to tease out dilemmas in order to choose one side at the expense of the other, as if compelled by an unseen urge to put one half of reality to shame while idolising the other.

Etymologically, a dilemma is a choice between two accepted assumptions or propositions. Positing such between “quality” and “quantity” is usefully illustrative, precisely because one should not want to shame the one and idolise the other. But isn’t this precisely what the West has done these last few centuries? 

Quality is ineffable, unmeasurable. Quantity is its ‘opposite’; we love to grade everything, set endless milestones and benchmarks, we worship precision, admire suspension bridges and internal combustion engines, respect the hard fact of money in the bank and solid trade surpluses, etc. But feelings about these things? Subjective impressions about what it all might mean? 

“Commit it then to the flames”! 

If a thing cannot be measured, if it contains “nothing but sophistry and illusion”, it is a thing to be banished from our attention. This 18th century call to action from David Hume is surely emblematic of how the West has treated reality for about three centuries. This approach has produced engineering marvels and astonishing increases in material wealth, but also much to lament. There is plainly more to reality than that which can be precisely measured. Dignity springs to mind, as do love, honour, friendship, trust, wisdom, to name but a few. None of these could be thought of as unimportant. None can be measured.

We are therefore faced with what I’m provocatively calling the dilemma of dilemmas, by which I mean a cultural inflection point in which the consequences of having idolised quantity for too long, and of having no cultural means, or wisdom, for taking quality effectively into account, are coming home to roost. We have paired reality into a bewitching array of dilemmas, a process whose advantages – precision, clarity, predictability, certainty – have somehow  morphed into a soul-smothering quagmire whose ugliest poster child is Ukraine, closely followed by the bureaucratic nannying and paranoid fear mongering of lockdowns, compulsory vaccination and medical tyranny. 

Our digital future of 0s and 1s is upon us!

Back to faith, back to reality

How backward and inappropriate this concluding subheading must seem to most. What sort of charlatan, what manner of snake-oil salesman would dare headline a phrase that equates faith with reality!? But I go further still. I dare to advocate a re-embracing of superstition. There be gold in them thar hills, the gold of encoded wisdom.

Wisdom cannot be purchased or stolen. You earn the Holy Grail; you cannot win it by chance. Nor can you, by logical extension, earn it and then gift it to others unearned. Accepting this is so, accepting further that wisdom resists measurement and definition, if we do want to make our culture alert to the value of earning and appreciating wisdom, if we do want to draw attention to wisdom as a most noble quality, generally and across time, we are consequently tasked with encoding the many pathways to wisdom in our initiatory and preparatory customs, habits, rituals and, yes, even superstitions. I suspect this set of solutions to the problem of preserving wisdom across time is broadly familiar to all cultures.

This is not to say superstition and its friends should usurp rationality or the scientific method, rather that it be newly understood, welcomed even, as a valued partner in establishing the many interweaving processes of social governance. 

But our centuries-long focus on quantity has sped us up into a white-noise frenzy of perpetual economic growth, 24/7 entertainment and narcissistic abandon. We are cynical, exhausted, emptied. Slowing down to taste the gentle pleasures of mindfulness, the calm solidity of patience, and more importantly to enjoy them, will be challenging, to say the least. I note, however, that Robert Kennedy’s campaign has wisdom and love as foundational elements. I note too that Charles Eisenstein is one of Kennedy’s campaign advisors. All that I write here is thus finding its way into the mainstream via powerful channels. Seeing as the meat and potatoes of this article are more than a little Eisensteinian, and seeing too that this perspective is, one way or the other, as old as time, I hope you can begin to feel the inevitability of wisdom’s return. 

Unbalance wants to correct, disease to ease. Mysteriously, reality always finds the right vehicles for effecting needed correction. I believe Robert Kennedy is one of the more prominent, though there are tens of thousands of less known advocates of what needs to be done. It is my firm conviction that we cannot be stopped.