I have been asked what my vocation is.
My vocation — my calling, as it were — is the constant quest for the words to say it; the quest for the proper idiom to describe and interpret the changes in consciousness and society as I see them today; to attempt, to the best of my ability, to articulate my perception of those changes and what they might mean for the evolution of human consciousness. For that is my main concern and interest: Whither consciousness?
Most people, it seems to me, don’t understand that the Age of Reason — or what we call “the Modern Era” — came to an abrupt end with the World Wars and the Holocaust. They have been sleepwalking through the times. Most people also don’t seem to understand either that the entire Christian Era was announced null and void by Fukuyama’s “end of history”, too, and not by Nietzsche despite his announcement of the “death of God”. It was Fukuyama who sealed the Christian Era and who prepared the way for “the new normal”.
We should understand some of the meaning of all this, for therein lies one of the great ironies of our time. Nietzsche, the self-declared “anti-Christ”, actually tried to redeem Christianity from its decadence through his “revaluation of values”, while the neo-conservative Fukuyama’s chiliastic triumphalism in “the end of history” was actually anti-Christ, and a symptom of the general degeneracy of the mental-rational consciousness.
Moments ago, I received an email from the David Suzuki Foundation announcing The Blue Dot Tour in Canada. I was very impressed by this initiative, and I want to highlight this announcement and the forthcoming events as illustrating some of the themes I have repeatedly raised in The Chrysalis.
Mangled, broken, bloodied. A shattered rag doll of a body that had once been a young man. That’s how I last saw him yesterday — what was left of him — before the paramedics pronounced him dead and the coroner had taken the corpse away. A corpse that used to be called “Nick”.
Yesterday, his father and I witnessed his tragic fall from the tower. Surreal, dream-like he fell. For a split second I felt I was watching the tragedy of Nietzsche’s rope-dancer tumbling his tumble into the abyss. That image stayed with me through my dreaming last night.
Well, it has finally come to pass. Conservative Senator Mike Duffy has been charged by the RCMP with 31 counts of graft, bribery, fraud, and breach of trust.
If this were simply a case of individual malfeasance — the story of a weak individual tempted by, and succumbing to, corruption — it wouldn’t have much interest for me or for others, perhaps. Nor might it appear to have much relevance to those outside the Canadian political system, except as soap opera perhaps. After all, there’s nothing really new about graft and corruption in politics is there? The scandalous and even criminal conduct of members of the present Conservative government simply follows the scandalous and criminal conduct of the former Liberal government. The old adage remains true: “Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely”.
That tradition of corruption being the case, there really isn’t anything “Duffygate” can teach us about “the new normal” or “the end of history”…. is there?
I thought I would get this down while it’s fresh on my mind.
I’ve mentioned the name “Seth” more than a few times in The Chrysalis. For those not familiar with this “Seth” he describes himself as “an energy personality essence no longer focussed in physical reality” and yet who, through the agency of a woman named Jane Roberts, was able to cross the boundaries between probable worlds and communicate, an achievement which he also explains in some detail.
The irony of Seth is this: his very reality proves and corroborates the theory of probable worlds (an infinity of probable worlds, in fact), yet the same people — with a few exceptions — who theorise about probable worlds and worlds without end don’t seem to take Seth seriously when he affirms it.