Ours is an economy of ghosts, of deliberate blindness — Naomi Klein
I read a great article by Naomi Klein in this morning’s Guardian, “Climate change is the fight of our lives...” As I’ve found with Klein’s other writings, she often touches upon some very profound issues of the human condition and has a talent for summarising them in memorable turns of phrase. An “economy of ghosts” is a great turn of phrase that is packed full of significance.
I have been doing a great deal of reading lately on the rise of fascism after the First World War. It has been one of my keenest interests since my university days because of my deep concern that we are not free of this beast yet.
One of the books I have come to appreciate very much in that respect is Peter Viereck’s Metapolitics: The Roots of the Nazi Mind (1940). Another, which I just finished, is Stephen Roberts’ The House That Hitler Built (1938) which I had never heard of until a few weeks ago and ordered immediately (a remaindered copy arrived that was once in the Harvard University collection). Roberts’ book has been one of the most rewarding studies that I’ve read of the Nazi period. He spent about two years in Germany from 1935 to 1937 and had remarkable access to many of the Nazi leaders and their organisations, including an audience with Hitler.
Reason and reality are related words. That relationship points to an important truth towards understanding reason and reality (or consciousness and cosmos, if we wish to put it another way). Ideally, they are best thought of in terms of husband and wife. They perform a marriage, a bond. Their happy union is what is called “cosmic consciousness”. And the fruit and offspring of their union is called “truth”.
Fresh on the heels of the controversial bill C-23 to undermine democracy, but entitled “Fair Elections Act,” comes bill S-4, “The Digital Privacy Act” which critics say does the exact opposite of what the bill’s name purports to do.
This has become something of a repeat pattern with the Harper government and with the public conversation more generally. Everything comes wearing a mask. Everything misrepresents itself as something it’s not. Everything lies in an age of brands and branding and perception management.
In short, everything is a con-job. It’s as if the Harper government has lifted the plot from Orwell’s 1984 as their own programme for exercising and maintaining their grip on power. Because there’s always something controversial in a bill, call it the exact opposite of what you intend by the new law and no one will see the subversive intent of the bill.
That practice reflects Mr. Harper’s Jekyll and Hyde personality itself — publicly pose as a “libertarian” concerned about creeping statism, but implement an authoritarian programme and agenda behind the “brand”. Create a smokescreen and a diversion so that few will perceive (or will invariably misconstrue) the real aims and motives.
The question is: Can such a society long survive the con of living on the “genuine imitation” of images, mirages, hallucinations — built upon brands, “truthiness”, and walking amongst shadows and spectres?
The answer is: No. It’s delusion. It’s nihilism. Everything lies and misrepresents itself in the culture of narcissism.
I am going to share with you a recurring dream sequence I have been having, if only because it demonstrates the peculiar nature of dreaming and consciousness. This particular dream is a little different from other dreams. It has been building upon itself over a very long time. Last night, however, it took a different turn.
I haven’t mentioned it earlier simply because it baffled me. Even my dreaming self, who usually takes all the weirdness and the baffling nature of dreams for granted, finds the dream baffling. Moreover, the dream is still unfolding — still inconclusive.
I spent most of my early morning staring at a cartoon by Chris Riddell that appears in today’s Guardian.
The cartoon is a mocking reference to the scandal- and controversy-plagued government of the UK’s Prime Minister David Cameron. But it can be appreciated more generally as being in the spirit of Francisco Goya’s “The Sleep of Reason Breeds Monsters” (c. 1799) or Henry Fuseli’s “The Nightmare” (c. 1781. Fuseli, it might be noted in passing, was a friend of William Blake).
I have deviated somewhat from the prime directive of the last few posts, which was my attempt to demonstrate how any idea, as an energetic entity in its own right, comes to be realised (or manifested) within the physical system — in time and space — by being articulated in the four directions of our reality: past and future times, inner and outer spaces (or, if you prefer, origin and destiny, mind and body, respectively). The perfection of an idea is its epiphany, when it is wholly realised or manifested.
If I have deviated, that’s OK. I’m a deviant kind of guy. My rationale for the interruption is the fortuitousness of events and the excuse that it makes sense to “strike while the iron is hot”, as they say. Besides, this post on “The Cosmic Number” is not even much of a deviation from the prime directive, since number is one aspect or facet of “the whole idea”.