Before reading the lectures, read "Releasing the Thumb-Stop on 150,000 Years of Human Consciousness" followed by "Confessions of a Fugitive," at the bottom of this page. They explain the point of all this and the personal approach I take.
Read the lectures in sequence, for they build on one another. They are numbered 1 through 10. You can see them all displayed if you click on "Lectures" in the Menu bar, above.
The lectures are illustrated, although the illustrations (images and PDFs) can be viewed only on a laptop or desktop. (Alas, tablets and cellphones are too narrow to accommodate images, etc.) If you read the lectures on your cellphone, the text displays perfectly but, as I say, without accompanying illustrations. (As of Dec. 13, I have illustrated Lectures 1 through 5.)
Lastly, the lectures are being pulled together into a book, "Eskimos Won't Talk about Bears: Language as Physics" (K-Selected Books, forthcoming), which is still in draft form, although nearly done. I expect it will go to press sometime next year, 2025. You will see notes to myself in square brackets scattered here and there throughout the lectures. Simply ignore these.
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Confessions of a Fugitive
October 27, 2024 -
Crackup!
October 27, 2024 -
The Great Forgetting
October 27, 2024 -
Chauvet: Humanity’s First Cathedral & Religion
October 28, 2024
starting on the lectures.
Begin with the one on the left.
Releasing the
thumb-stop
on
150,000 years
of human consciousness
Imagine 150,000 years of human consciousness as a 10 meter tape-measure, with all 10 meters still functioning inside you, according to Carl Jung, Paul Shepard, and any psychoanalyst worth their salt. (Note the tape-measure in the header image.)
Now take a deep breath and consider that everything you learned from kindergarten through graduate school in science, philosophy, religion, literature, history, and so on was generated within the last several centimeters of the tape-measure—in order to bury, refute, or otherwise (unsuccessfully) reckon with the preceding 9.9 meters—presumably out-of-sight, out-of-mind rolled up inside that case, but, as I say, still whirring away in your mind.
The presumption that this consciousness is irrelevant to you and me or that it resulted in a life that was “nasty, brutish, and short” (Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan)—is rubbish. I call this presumption The Great Trashing.
Join me in this series of (free) lectures that explain the disturbing agenda behind The Great Trashing (Nietzsche, Goethe, and Carlyle had cogent and bitter insights into this) and how to heal the neurotic, bicameral mind (see Julian Jaynes) it created in you and me.
What distinguishes these lectures from innumerable gospels of “enlightenment,” “salvation,” or “redemption,” all of which I consider hucksterism, is the conviction that healing is not achieved by fancying ourselves as Rousseauvian sauvages—Native American wannabes, for example—or by embracing some sort of religious ideology. Religion, indeed, is a big part of the problem. Healing lies within the non-religious insights of Western culture, though it takes work. It requires sifting through the voluminous literature, the debates, the heresies of civilization to locate the castoffs that rejected The Great Trashing and its grotesque, Baconian “will to power.” (The phrase belongs to Nietzsche.) Socrates’s oft-quoted admonition, “know thyself,” fits this task, although he screwed it up, as I will explain when we examine The Cratylus. (While I’m on the subject of screw-ups, Julian Jaynes likewise messed up: he got his concept of the bicameral mind backwards.)
More specifically, we find what we are looking for—the full octave of the 10-meters—in Neoplatonism (Plotinus), Sanskrit philosophy/linguistics, the science of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Thomas Carlyle’s Sartor Resartus (The Tailor Re-Clothed), Rainer Maria Rilke, Wallace Stevens (from whom I took the phrase, “the amassing harmony”), T. S. Eliot, and perhaps best of all, the renegade (except, he was right) physicist David Bohm—plus a few key conversations with Socrates, Hegel, Heidegger, and Wittgenstein, and lots with Nietzsche (chiefly Twilight of the Idols). And believe it or not, several with Jesus of Nazareth about whom, alas, we know little that can be considered authentic, although what little we know is vital to my purposes (which are not necessarily Christian: don’t be misled by my unfortunate name).
Above all, we find that the above sources are strikingly congruent with aboriginal epistemology (understanding of knowledge), phenomenology (understanding of phenomena), and experience with reality (ontology). So I learned from living with the Diné (Navajo) for the better part of a summer (Ganado and Shiprock) and with Yup’ik Eskimos for two years on the Alaska tundra. I discovered it, as well, from decades of reading ethnographies of Paleolithic peoples around the world.
In sum, the Western cultural tradition contains all that we need to understand the mind of our Paleolithic forbears and contemporaries (yes, they still exist), whose mind indelibly and absolutely informs our own. (Don’t make the mistake of evolutionary biologists and anthropologists who baldly assert that “culture” has replaced inherited consciousness. This is self-serving propaganda—part of The Great Trashing.) When we grasp this, the crushing burden of all the crap that has been substituted for—or painted over—the amassing harmony of our mind will be lifted. (Will you then become a hunter-gatherer and switch to a “Paleo” diet? LOL! Nope!)
All I can do is (a) walk you through the tape-measure you were born with—your birthright, in other words—plus (b) walk you through the last several centimeters of conflicted and confusing cultural efforts to pulverize or re-direct the mind you inherited in the womb (no, don’t call this “instinct”: a bullshit term). So you emerge with what I hope will be a non-neurotic, non-bicameral (two “minds”) experience of the complete span of consciousness which, as I say, is already yours.
The only reason you need (a), above, is because of the damage and hijacking done by (b). If the subject of (b) were not such a colossal and bewildering mess, the subject of (a) would be gratuitous.
What you do with this non-conflicted consciousness is beyond the scope of these lectures; I am not trying to turn you into anything. Not a wannabe Cherokee Indian, not a mystic, not a weekend Buddhist, not a saint, not a Dionysan libertine (which was Nietzsche’s goofy advice), and not a Nazi or other Ayn Rand-inspired power monger. I’m trying to explain the harmonious “whole” intrinsic to you. (Bohm used the term “holonomy,” which would fit here. Ezra Pound’s “logopoeia” may also work. Language, as my lectures reiterate ad nauseam, is fundamental and tricky.) Whether you perceive this or not, you are not just an amassing harmony; you are the amassing harmony, as Plotinus (see his Enneads) and Bohm’s Wholeness and the Implicate Order make clear, as does Rilke in “The Eighth Elegy” (among numerous other poems) and Stevens in “The Man with the Blue Guitar” and throughout his poems.
We simply must stop thinking in “parts.” Because we ask partial questions, we get partial answers, said Bohm. Bohm wrote the following as a physicist discussing the way the universe really and truly works—and this includes the entirety of human consciousness:
Wholeness is what is real, and . . . fragmentation is the response of this whole to man’s action, guided by illusory perception, which is shaped by fragmentary thought. In other words, it is just because reality is whole that man, with his fragmentary approach, will inevitably be answered with a correspondingly fragmentary response. . . . What is needed is for man to give attention to his habit of fragmentary thought, to be aware of it, and thus bring it to an end. Man’s approach to reality may then be whole, and so the response will be whole.
— Bohm, “Wholeness and the Implicate Order”
To fully engage Bohm’s formula for wholeness, which, I underscore, is the wholeness he researched and described as the hard-core physics of the cosmos, we must release the thumb stop on the (figurative) 10-meter measuring tape.
If you can’t manage to grasp that you are Bohm’s “wholeness”—what I am calling the amassing harmony—during your lifetime, I suspect you will experience this when you die, whether you strive for it or not. This is where Jesus is helpful, especially via the Gospel of Mary Magdalene, which was left out of the biblical canon for reasons I will explore later.
One final point: “Education that does not bear on life and on the most vital and immediate problems of the day is not education, but merely suffocation and sabotage” (Ezra Pound, Literary Essays of Ezra Pound, ed. Eliot, Pound’s emphasis).
Confessions of a fugitive
“We have all read the story of the man who has forgotten his name,” wrote G. K. Chesterton. “This man walks about the streets and can see and appreciate everything; only he cannot remember who he is.” The next lines are devastating. “Every man is that man in the story.
Every man has forgotten who he is. One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star. Thou shalt love the Lord thy God, but thou shalt not know thyself. We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are.
All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget (G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy).
I was once that man.
I had to become a fugitive to find my real name: shake hands with colleagues, quit academia, and go live with people who used language very differently from what I learned as a child and young adult. Mind you, I didn’t do this to become one of them, for this was manifestly impossible; I did it to see my consciousness and language from a larger perspective. (Consciousness and language are pretty much synonymous: language = consciousness, although consciousness is vaster than language.)
What I saw disturbed me. Like Jung, Thomas Carlyle, Thoreau, Nietzsche, the Austrian poet and essayist Hugo von Hofmannsthal, and countless others, I had an existential crisis. I fell apart. In my despair I dove into the Western cultural tradition to see if there was anything therein that would give me back my real name.
He had to choose. But it was not a choice
Between excluding things. It was not a choice
Between, but of. He chose to include the things
That in each other are included, the whole,
The complicate, the amassing harmony.
—Wallace Stevens, from “It Must Give Pleasure”
These lectures tell of my journey.