Friday, January 30, 2009

The Shroud of Maya and the Web of Paranoia

It's sad, these days, how suspicious we must all, ultimately, be of one another. These are not innocent times, and especially for those of us who have had our unveiling they are very dark times indeed for we realize that we've been lied to, consciously and persistently lied to about a great number of things by people we thought we could trust and going back for a very long time. The history of every civilization preceding ours is thrown into doubt, and ours? So little is to be trusted. Oh, the outer forms, the things that are taught in schools, yes, that of course was largely true and often beside the point because there was so much else that happened, all of it quietly forgotten, obscured, or misplaced or simply not talked about ... and of much greater consequence.

Our recent history, of which we can know more should we be able to steel ourselves to look, is terrifying. Anyone who has delved into the hidden world of government black ops from MKULTRA to COINTELPRO and all of their vicious offspring down the years, anyone who knows of projects named after innocuous things like blue books and paperclips, has had to grapple with the fact that an enourmess amount of the fucked up events that have happened over the years have been a result of deliberate tampering with the minds of the population at every possible level, both psychological and cultural, using drugs and lies and catchy songs and artful misdirection, the tools of hypnotists and conjurers, always drawing the eye away from something it really should have been looking at.

Ever read the Protocols of the Elders of Zion? I'll admit it, I haven't. I am familiar with the part talking about control of the media, how their control would be so subtle as to extend to those who appeared to repudiate them, and to those who repudiated the 'repudiators', and even beyond that. To have, at every level of apparent 'truthfulness', agents who were paid to speak just a certain amount of truth, and no more. Or, perhaps, to slip in certain ideas here or there, guide the opposition in directions that will prove fruitful for the hidden masters. That was all written about over a century ago, and it describes our current situation to a T. At every level, there's paid, controlled opposition. Count on it.

Ah, but how to know it? That's the trick. The problem with the system, what makes it so truly devious, is that with shills at every level it becomes essentially impossible to filter them all out. They're everywhere, and anyone who really grasps this becomes unavoidably paranoid. Who to trust for information? Tell me you haven't wondered if Alex Jones is a long-term deep cover CIA agent, his purpose to act as an agent provacateur herding everyone who's figured out the scam into a disastrous uprising at exactly the wrong time? Do you know for sure Rense isn't being paid to waste everyone's time on ridiculous UFO shit when they could be doing something constructive? How do you prove that SOTT, say, isn't being secretly funded by the Russians in order to plant vicious paranoid lies about the American government, a long-term 'sowing dissent' project. Or that Michael Rivero isn't paid by the Saudis or the Iranians for the same purpose? Or that David Icke isn't just a schizoid who's being put on display by MI6 in order to just generally fuck with people's heads? Maybe this whole War on Terror things been straight all along, and it's just that we've all bought into a massive enemy psy-0p.

Do I believe that?

Naw. But I ask myself almost every day whether I do or not, if what I'm seeing is really there, or just an artifact of what, for whatever reason, I want to be there. I'm no stranger to wishful thinking, no stranger to the fascination of terrible, elaborate lies. Anyone who wants to can go back and read every blog post I've ever written since 2004, and if they start at the beginning they'll immediately get that chilly 'paid neocon shill' vibe. Truth was I was just a dumb kid with a smart mouth and too much time on the internet who'd bought into some pretty serious lies, but can I prove that? Not to your satisfaction, I can't. Not to yours or anybody's. And now that I've told you you'll have to wonder whether or not maybe I am getting paid to do this, or whether maybe I'm just a shallow opportunist jumping whatever trends look hot (the latter would probably be closer to the awful truth. Of course I prefer not to think of it in such personally uncomfortable terms, but anyone else would be perfectly welcome to hold such an opinion and I wouldn't think the less of them for it. I'll be burning off the karma of those early years of the Terror War for a long time to come, regardless of how few know or care.)

Here's the thing: these days, that dark shadow of suspicion falls on everyone, unavoidably, darker on some and lighter on others, but universal nonetheless. In a sense it's always been thus, and indeed must always be, for the impermanence of the manifested means that it is not fully real, what in Hindu cosmology is called maya, the illusion of matter. It is in our materialistic age however that this suspicion truly clouds our souls, so that none can ever be fully out of the shadow. No matter what we do, how much we know, we must proceed with the knowledge that some of what we think we know simply isn't so. We must hold our beliefs lightly.

But let me ask you this: whose headlines are you more likely to trust, SOTT's or the New York Times'? Whose take on things are you more likely to believe, Lou Dobbs' or Alex Jones'? You know one of them might be paid opposition, but the other one most certainly is, so you go with the maybe and take everything it says with exactly as much salt as you feel it requires. You can't trust anything out there fully, for so deep can be the cover that disproving any accusations once made, whether the accuser ponders them within herself or shouts them to the whole world, can be virtually impossible. Everything and everybody gets tarred, sooner or later, if they stick around long enough.

But in the end, you have to trust at least to a certain degree. Even CNN can be trusted, insofar as it can be trusted to be CNN, for even a propaganda organ will have to reflect reality if only enough to conceal its lies (and the way in which that reflection is distorted often gives clues to the shape of the lies, and maybe even the direction things are intended to follow). Whether Cable News Network or Guerilla News Network, you have to trust that whatever information you get from a given outlet is whatever information you are intended to get from it, and treat it accordingly.

The recent spat over at the Petri Dish between nobody and m_astera was what started me on this, if you haven't yet figured that out already. For anyone who didn't read it, both of them have been posting comments at Mirrors as long as I've been there, more or less. m_astera always seemed to be an all right sort, so far as I could tell, but recently he's been off about Chavez all the time. Now, Chavez is probably one of the only leaders in the world right now with any sort of international credibility, and his recent expelling of the Israeli embassy certainly puts a shine on his reputation, but m_astera actually lives under his regime and considers him to be every bit the bastard that the rest of his kind are.

And now, thanks to nobody's eventual reaction to m_'s comments, everyone will now and from here on out have to wonder if the man isn't a paid CIA mockingbird. nobody makes a good case, one I certainly can't refute ... but is that because m_ is what nobody says he is? Or is the reason he derailed the conversation (now and on a few other occasions, I understand) from the Holocaust onto Chavez (which is a stretch) simply that, having to live under the man, he's developed a genuine hatred for him, one that became a bit of an obession and caused him to start acting weird? To be honest, I don't know for sure one way or another. Does the fact that m_ has so far entirely failed to respond to the charge mean he's guilty? Could be. Then again how should he respond? Can he say anything that wouldn't sound like exactly what a paid CIA plant would say? Can he prove he's genuine?

Can you?

Friday, January 9, 2009

Teachers and Prison Guards

Much as I hate dualistic thinking, realizing that at some level it to be an axiomatic mistake, my mind is occasionally drawn to it, useful as it is in throwing a sharp contrast onto things that throws certain otherwise difficult to see aspects of reality into sharp relief, much as one might put a filter over a telescope in order to examine the structure of the Sun. For our filter today, let's postulate that there are two sorts of people in the world: Teachers, and Prison Guards.

I'm not necessarily referring to one's profession - though of course there is often a connection - but to one's inherent function within the collective mind of the universe. There are those who seek to understand, and to spread that understanding to others; and those whose primary drive is to gain power through deception, who act to build illusory limits into reality and thus dominate the minds of others. I'm not just talking about what you do for a living, here, for there are certainly teachers down at the local high school who are prison guards by nature, seeking as they do to impose a certain view of the world and no other into the young minds they've been given to mold (though it is only just to point out that the system within which they are paid to work is the primary culprit in this, undermining efforts at true education wherever it may, for though it calls itself an institute of education, the modern school board is in truth on a mission of incarceration.) Equivalently, there may be prison guards who act, in everything they do in their daily life and in the face of desperate odds against success, as teachers, doing everything they can to teach their colleagues and even their prisoners.

Of course, for one to be a teacher another must be a student, just as for one to be keep a prison another must be kept. So you might argue that there's really four kinds of people. But, if you're a teacher, you have to be a student as well: the greatest teachers, after all, are those whose studies of life have taken them to the edges of what might be learned through purely human channels, and whether their further studies are in laboratories or in ashrams they must study the Book of Nature first-hand. They are at the furthest human frontier of a great chain of learning and teaching, from old to young, ancient to modern.

Likewise, to be a prison guard, one must also, in a sense, be a prisoner. Erroneously believing another to be not-self the guard inevitably agrees to lock part of himself away. Whether the prison in the guard's mind reflects a prison in the material world, or whether the mental jail is primary and is then constructed as a physical thing, is immaterial for the end result is the same: a mind clouded with lies, and a world built into jail cells. Kept by his own misconceptions, one part of the psyche walled off from another, the guard has no choice but to attempt to impose those walls on the world he finds.

It is the actions of prison guards that have built much of the world we see around us today. Our institutions of finance and education, our media, our political systems, even our great religious traditions: all have been built, ultimately, by prison guards. The mental fabric is one of lies; the ultimate purpose, control. There's some argument to how far back the corruption goes: some say centuries, others millenia, others as old as the human species. I'd argue it's so fundamental you can see the dynamics going back to the moment of creation, innate in physical law. At any rate the corruption is most certainly there.

One way or another, in the world as it's been, the teachers have become part of that corruption: to believe a single lie, pass it on as a truth, and let it go uncorrected ... it's as simple as that for a prison guard to co-opt a teacher. That's their great power: not the guns, the walls, the cameras, the drugs, or the social conventions, no, ultimately all that is contingent on lies that are taken to be true.

The power of the teacher, however, is truth. Be it through proof or disproof, the truth once seen cannot be unseen. It obliterates the lie forever in the mind of whosoever sees it. The problem, for the teacher, is twofold: first he must apprehend the truth for himself (for otherwise he becomes the an adjunct of the prison), and second, he must find those prepared to learn that truth. It's the old saw about leading horses to water that won't drink it, and you always have to ask why? It's possible the beast's currently sated, more interested in going for a gallop than taking a sip. Then again, it's equally possible that the pond's been pissed in by a herd of buffalo; that there's a carcass just below the waterline that's giving off a bit of a funk your nose hasn't picked up yet; or that the horse saw an alligator that you didn't. Even if the horse is thirsty, you can't just lead it to any old body of water; it has to be the right body.

The metaphor of the world-as-prison is a widely used one. Gurdjieff talked about the world being a prison, in which sleeping inmates have been hypnotized into keeping each other locked up; Philip K. Dick called it the Black Iron Prison, a falacious reality constructed inside our minds in order to keep us locked up; the Matrix series depicted it as a science fiction dystopia; Laura Knight-Jadzyck talks about hyperdimensional pain-eating reptoids that manipulate every aspect of our reality so as to extract the maximum amount of food. The dilemma we find ourselves in is that the world we inhabit is one that has been structured by Prison Guards: instutitions based on lies, built by men who believed them, who may in turn have been influenced in that direction by entities whose ultimate embodiment is the Lie. Those lies permeate our cultures and our minds, and while they have done so for enourmous lengths of time it is in the present, the Kali Yuga, that their pollution is particularly thick and foul. So dense is the fog it's difficult to distinguish reality from illusion from delusion.

It's important to remember, however, that consciousness and time are fractal things. Even when the walls of the prison are at their highest, the bars at their hardest, the guards at their fiercest, even then there is no telling what a prisoner might do in the next instant, for in the final analysis what matters is not whether the man is in the prison, but if the prison is in the man. Do what the guards may, they cannot stop any who wish from dismantling their inner prison, and once its walls are down they have no true control over their 'prisoner'. As with all else in their shadowy world, the prison guard's position of dominance and command is only apparent, an inner illusion that he must convince another to take part in for it to have any real meaning.

So here we stand, gazing before us at a world full of people bound and tamed by a vast web of lies of which few can see anything but a few disparate threads, if even that. Here and there, we come across someone struggling in the web, trying to break themselves free; many are still mostly asleep, of course, their struggles amounting to a reflexive action, and in their thrashing they often ensure only the attentions of a spider. But here and there you find people who are blinking their eyes and looking about them in horror and wonder, and are groggily but deliberately pulling free from the web. There are even some early risers, the already free, who sneak about doing what they can to smooth the escape of those who are awakening.

The world's a prison now, but it doesn't have to be. In truth, it never really was; like everything else, the existence of the prison was a great Lie. It's been a school since the beginning, but the lies have made us forget that. The teachers are coming back, though, as many of them as are needed to teach all those who are ready to learn ... and the more painful the Lies become (for while the first lie might be sweet, they grow more bitter with every drop) the more will awaken, at least enough to desire to be awakened further. The odds against us are long, even desperate. To face down the petty tyrants of our personal lives, the corrupt officials of the police state, the New World Order and the hypderdimensional beings who orchestrate it all. Long odds, sure. How can they lose? It won't be through force, be it food riots or wars: they feed on that sort of chaos. Cultural judo is what's required: passive resistance, non-violent. And if in the face of Their plans it would take a million Buddhas, Christs, and Krishnas, well then that's just what it will take.