I wonder if it's true that all these corona-conspiracy theorists
are on a similar illusory tack as the mainstream? After all, they deal
solely in "facts" - non-ionizing emr - which is just mainstream science.
Like the flat-Earthers, they think in straight-lines
when the cosmos is throwing a curveball.
Facing a live centaur just a moment ago. Facing the creature that had
left the world before there had been a name to fit the man that Niven
had become. A god without worshippers, this centaur. In a world that did
not believe, facing a man who did not believe...
Now he had to face one of the lost gods. A god who now sought revenge
on the race of Men who had devised machines that would banish them from
the real world.. (O
Ye of Little Faith by Harlan Ellison, The Time of the Eye,
Panther 1974, page 76)
..For as he had believed in no god...
No god believed in him. (page 78)
This comes from a collection of theoretically lonely stories. Harlan
says in the Introduction that in all but three of the stories loneliness
is not triumphant. Maybe, but even so the theme has an overpowering
resonance. Is it loneliness where facts have replaced
the gods?
Is loneliness closely associated with an absence of dirt? Meaning the field and therefore fertility. In The Wizard of Oz, Garland sang Over the Rainbow in a barnyard. It's far from a rustic song (as Louis B Mayer was wont to point out) but it
is the peasant homeliness the film ultimately represents.
It is the land of disordered dirt and little girls with pigtails running
wild in the fields, Toto to heel. There's something archaic and
quasi-erotic about women working in fields or as dairymaids. The clothes
are full and bunched to give the body space and
grace, to be lithe and accentuate strength of figure (HB92)
Garland trained as a dancer (as did Naveena, prev.) and The Wizard of Oz
is a skipping trip in many senses. It's less easy to be lonely when
dancing gaily through kaleidoscopic landscapes, a place where the psyche
meets the physical in sound and motion.
That place is the harmonic power of the Earth, sun, moon and planets that emanates psyche (Madame Blavastsky
HB67) Water is intrinsically harmonic; the womb is wet (HB82)
The planets have infinite inertia, and that land has been co-opted by solar-centrists into an equation of straight-lines.
The
most powerful superstition would be one that was supposed not to be
one. And that is where the acolytes have led us. Instead of a dance of
the planets that is fun and gay, we have a drone of solar radiation.
The Wizard of Oz (like a lot of Bollywood, natch.) is a dance and a dance makes it less easy to be lonesome. Robert Yaple, in part 1 of The Gods of Hyboria (Savage Sword #6),
sets out his case by saying that sorcery and religious ritual have a
lot in common. The rituals we endure in the modern world are mostly to
do with news and numbers, and that is the superstition that seeps into
our brains masquerading as "fact".
Facts are in a world without dance. Or, to quote Nietzsche, "Life without music would be a mistake."The
mistake was entered many years ago, and we are now reaping the benefits
with the "safe and sterile" lies of acolytes and their expressive
algorithms. Lies that deny the primitive dance of fertility seen in The Wizard of Oz.
The
primitive in religion is very often allied with animals - here the
closeness to Toto. Derketo, the Shemite/Acheronian fertility goddess
with obscene cults, is related to the Phoenician Atargatis, or
fish-goddess.
The priests were described by Apuleius as mendicants that traveled around with an image of the goddess dressed in a silken robe on the back of a donkey... The priests were described as effeminate, wearing heavy makeup, turbans on their heads, and dressed in saffron colored
robes of silk and linen; some in white tunics painted with purple
stripes. They shouted and danced wildly to the music of flutes, whirling
around with necks bent so that their long hair flew out..
Fertility
is a celebration of dirt - prairie - and disorder, and has always been
associated with wild or obscene rituals and corn dollies. Our (or
"their") rituals are stories of sterility otherwise known as the black
hole of hygiene. Where there is sterility there can be no fertility, and
no dancing in the fields, either by little farm girls or tantric cults.
As Yaple remarks in Savage Sword #6,
the western peasants of Zingara and associated places would likely have
adopted primitive fertility cults or imported Shemite ones rather than
the widespread Mitraism of cities. Rituals are meaning and power related
to work practices. Since our rituals are without meaning and power it
shows our superstitions about facts are only a way to weaken us, make us
susceptible to cybernetic transformation, friend to the expressive
algorithm.
Equations
and numbers are not reality and it's pure superstition. A superstition
of sterility that has denied Dionysus entry to the sausage-factory (see Tout va Bien).
The facts that are "their" religion. A world of disorder has the
infallible harmonic of the cosmos. while a world of social-distancing
and hygiene has the fallibility of ego, the weakness of number and
calculation.
