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The Mother of all Mistakes 

If not only mental illness is intractable but also basic functions of governance, like maintaining order and managing the environment, might one wonder what’s causing misjudgment? Where the misperceptions are coming from that stand in the way of Understanding who we are and what we’re about? Where we are and how we got here? If one archetypal misperception, one seminal misunderstanding, occurred somewhere in the evolution of Mind, wouldn’t we want to track it down? Wouldn’t we want to know the story of Mind? Get straight what happened. Understand what went wrong?

Isn’t it logical to assume that one mistake in the functioning of the Mind that we share could be responsible for every mistake that followed? Could be the Mother of all Mistakes. To assume that a miscalculation of some sort sent thinking and perceptions that followed off on the wrong track. If an unintentional navigation error could get an intercontinental passenger jet so far off course that it got shot down over Russia, couldn’t an unintentional error in recognition get Mind and its replications off course, too? So far off course that their efforts to navigate bring them repeatedly to the wrong destination. To disorder and mismanagement. To repeatedly getting their hopes shot down.

Inert dummies strapped to their seats after a crash

Isn’t it logical, then, to wonder if such a consequential error occurred and what it might be? Have we surrendered our Free Will, our mobility? Or are we paralyzed by inertia and fear? Like passengers strapped to their seats after their plane has crash landed, dummies in a state of shock.

Do we really have the right answers? Or are we condemned to endlessly repeat our mistakes and expect different results? Without acknowledging our failures, taking responsibility, and fixing what’s broken? What happened to accountability? Where in all this fevered activity is there a hint of real sapience? Of our species’ vaunted self-awareness? Of openness and honesty? Of leadership and conscience? Or is it all submerged in the self-justification of groups, our Machiavellian overlords who have no use for moral codes. Their only “code” their survival, their authority.

Can we be so sure of basic assumptions that keep producing frustration that they don’t need to be questioned? Is faith in the sideshow pyrotechnics of matter -- astronomy and molecular biology, genetics and telecommunications gadgetry -- well placed if they reveal nothing new about Mind? Nothing that would prevent humanity’s animal instinct, its mindless reptilian brain, from continuing to misuse and abuse them? Did I fail to mention weaponry? Let us take pride in ingenuity that mows down defenseless innocents in schools, churches, theaters, and grocery stores. 

The Big Bang was a Big Nothing

Could the intractability of mental illness, the virtual dead-end of psychiatry’s ability to cure it, be telling us something about Mind in general? After assuming that the cause is brain matter, that maybe the problem goes deeper than that? A lot deeper.

That the cause is Mind, not brain. And where Mind comes from. Where it remains, traces its pathology, its origins, well beyond bodies’ experience of infancy in a world of matter. Well beyond the event so enshrined in the human imagination as the beginning of everything, the “Big Bang.” When the Big Bang may be only one of a multitude of Big Bangs. May be in the Reality, the universe of Mind, effect, not cause. An imaginary event – a Big Nothing that has no real consequences and physics can never explain.

A Big Nothing in the dynamics of archetypal thought and feeling that can be explained. In the life and evolution of the Logic of Mind that preceded and caused it. Because conscious Mind has Logic, the only source of explanation and Understanding, and matter, the projection of Mind unconscious and dreaming, does not.

Why should this be of no interest to fields of inquiry – science, philosophy, psychology, theology – whose minds profess to want answers? Whose minds profess to have answers when they haven’t allowed themselves to ask the right questions. For this is what’s wrong.

They persist in their misjudgments, trapped by their misperceptions. Expecting different results either because they’re sure they Understand the situation humanity is in that yields our Understanding of purpose and meaning – our context. Or because they’re terrified that they don’t.  That there may be another context, and it will be a discomfort, a major inconvenience, to figure it out. Or an embarrassment to hand it off to those who can. To theorists like Democritus, Parmenides, Plato, and Michael Faraday, who intuited with Logic what materialist body-centric science couldn't.

Caught forever in Erich von Stroheim’s Grand Illusion

Sticking with answers to the wrong questions is illogical. Illogic can’t yield Understanding or good results. The Logic of our context, our situation, is virgin territory, unexamined and unexplained by the paradigms that dominate our thinking. Because the reality of our context, handed to us by our bodies equipped with reptilian brains, that’s taken as a given, is, in fact, an appearance. A deception. The real Big Lie. That blocks examination and prevents explanation.

If the mentally ill must be abandoned en masse to the streets, if our children and grandchildren must be condemned to Anthropocene extinction, victims of mass insanity, doesn’t it make sense to remove the barrier to Logic? To change our focus from bodies and brains to Mind? From illusion that can’t yield answers to Reality that can. Because that’s where the problem is -- the emotion and the tears.

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Another pearl of wisdom from Captain Kirk

Moods are coalescences of affect evoked by evolving circumstances and their interpretation by conscious (thinking-reasoning left-brained) and subconscious (feeling-intuiting right-brained) states of mind. Reflected expressions of judgment rather than direct, opaque, and hard to detect, they nevertheless sway individual and herd behavior with the power of the moon’s gravity upon the tides. Moods involve an interplay between subjective psychodynamics experienced over time and outer sensed-perceived objective environment experienced in the moment. That is, interplay between contexts that are opposites in competition: one subjective mind-centered, the other objective body-centered.

Moods reflect the Logic, the character, of emotions and associated thoughts rooted in the values that move their subjects. The primary considerations drawn from context -- the stakes, benefits and costs, inputs -- that control decisions and determine outputs, the acts of behavior. Primary considerations like performance-productivity, pleasure-gratification, worthiness-validation, acceptance-belonging, euphoria-excitement, satisfaction-contentment, hopefulness-anticipation, health-wellbeing vs. listlessness-inertia, pain-loss, grief-loneliness, abandonment-worthlessness, wistfulness-nostalgia, disorientation-confusion, insecurity-vulnerability.

If music is the language of feeling and poetry is the language of Intuition, then mood may be the language of the subconscious. Mood may be an emotional echo, a memory of the loss of Free Will, of identity to captivity, reverberating through the Child’s many illusory “lives.” As if calls from the Child unconscious, echoes of the Big Bang, while it awaits Awakening through Forgiveness, release from self-imposed captivity, and a return Home. A self-deluded Child with a split mind, ambivalent and confused, whose response to its fortunes in an unreal dream world colors the response of its individual projections with moods ranging from euphoria to confusion to despair.

If the Child is profoundly unhappy, then moods, whatever their cast, may be weighed down by a sense of unhappiness, disappointment, or loss from the echo of an unknown but persistent source. It could explain Captain Kirk’s remark, in a Star Trek film, that the inhabitants of our planet are “haunted.”

The species humanity is driven by mass psychosis

Moods sway judgment with perceptions and senses inflected by the mysticism of affect. A sip of Talisker single-malt scotch whisky can instantly overwhelm sense of the present with the atmospherics of a sepia-colored past. Moods affecting groups – communities and whole societies -- can drive mob psychology on a massive scale. Can produce the mass euphoria of patriotic nationalism, like the eruption of patriotism in Britannia after the ruler of the waves annihilated Phillip II’s Spanish armada in 1588. Like the eruption of Teutonic patriotism when Kaiser Wilhelm I blundered into the genesis of two World Wars in 1914.

The species humanity is driven by mass affect. By the emotional dynamics not of individuals but of groups, by herds, and therefore detached from Logic. From Reason and all the other functions of intelligence, of Mind, and therefore from Reality. The species humanity is driven by mass psychosis.

Herd mentality is unstoppable

It's driven by group psychology ruled by the all-consuming lust for survival, dominance, and the “triumph of the will.” Driven to its ultimate end – self-destruction – by the passion and force of corrupted “love.” By “liberty” unhinged from Order, from the discipline of Judgment. Limbic animal-instinct feelings of individuals -- fear, anger-rage, hatred -- overwhelmed and corrupted by the psychology of their groups -- species, nations, tribes, religions, and whatever else differentiates them -- convert into genocidal rage and mob psychology. Into the disastrous, tragic corruption of mood by competing, conflicting, warring groups.

Groups inevitably weaponize themselves into military forces, into armies, no matter what their founding moral principles, their missions, or core values. The 16th century Pope Julius II, descendant of the Prince of Peace, the embodiment of Christianity, lead armies against Italian city-states. All groups are potential weapons subject to group affect-mood that translates into situations that mandate war against competing groups. This is the dynamic, the emotional mechanics, the mood-affect of war. Corrupted feelings translated by corrupted perceptions of mind from harmony and peace into disharmony and conflict.

Corrupted emotional moods lead to corrupted illogical contexts that then shape, define, and demand corrupted action. Andrew Carnegie tried to use his unparalleled wealth and personal influence with world leaders to prevent WWI. He failed because Kaiser Wilhelm and the others were locked into madness. Into an insane response to context driven by group affect-mood. By herd mentality. Once group mob psychology starts it’s unstoppable. Driven by limbic body-brain, animal-instinct emotions. Devoid of self-awareness. Captive to self-delusion: to the Child’s shadow code arbitrary-lawless rule of mindless action.

The cure for insanity is sanity

Chronically disturbed moods rooted in self-delusion, the Child’s misidentity with its shadow-reflection -- the source of all psychosis, detachment from Reality -- aren’t found in the American Psychiatric Association’s Diagnostic and Statistical Manual. They are susceptible neither to diagnosis nor “treatment” by body-brain-centered psychology, cognitive behavioral therapy, pharmaceuticals, or psychedelics. Nor are they accessible to medical science, neuroscience, or genetics / molecular biology.

They are accessible to the vision of Logic from Intuition and its spontaneous insights from the Memory of the Child. They are accessible not to body-brain but to mind. They are “treatable” by release from the captivity of self-delusion and by the restoration of Consciousness. They are “treatable” by Awakening through Forgiveness. By the replacement of insanity – the dualism of two contradictory “realities” – with the sanity of non-dualism. With Understanding that there can be only one Reality, and it is manifestly not the mass of contradictions, the temporary apparition, the ambiguity that is material objects. That is bodies and the bizarre physics of their inhospitable “home,” the violent, chaotic, pointless, and ultimately inscrutable universe of spacetime-matter.

All “mental illness” is detachment from Reality

Not long ago, in psychiatry’s era of Freudian psychoanalysis, patients sought relief from discord within by un-hiding and un-suppressing physical and emotional urges that lurked in their subconscious since infancy. While talking about their discomfort did some good, Freud’s body-brain-centered theory and its limited use of mind, to summon memories of infantile yearnings in this material world, ultimately didn’t yield results. Its focus on “psycho” held promise and the tools of “analysis” inspired. But their application -- their scope – did not. His female patient, whose “cure” initially advanced his career, relapsed and subsequently retracted her endorsement.

Psychiatry today relies on pharmacology to pair treatment with symptoms, with scant understanding of the causes of symptoms and the drugs’ effects and dangerous side-effects. Like physics that’s stumped by quantum gravity, psychology-psychiatry refuses to venture beyond bodies and brains. To explore the Logic of Mind and what it implies about “Reality” and the various ways that “mental illness” detaches from it. About the state of psychosis that describes all human “consciousness,” or what Carl Jung, who broke with Freud, described as the “collective unconscious.”

We are all psychiatric patients in a madhouse

Restoring Order to mind that eliminates contradictions and ambiguity produces Peace of mind. The simple, basic process of Logic that fits things together in harmony. That provides context whose occupants can navigate with confidence in coordinates that make sense without contradiction and ambiguity. That’s accessible through the spontaneous insights of Intuition. That’s all any psychiatric patient needs whose mind is assailed by opposites: the healing awareness of Understanding why and how this is happening. With Understanding that we are all patients in a madhouse, a mental ward shot through with contradictions and ambiguity. With help from pharmacology, yes, but not letting drugs substitute for mind.

Until the mental health profession understands that its scope needs to expand, to venture beyond the dualism of unreality, insane by definition because it’s a contradiction, it will continue to seek and not find. Diagnosis will continue to be off target, treatment will continue to be hit-or-miss, and the DSM will continue to be a fabrication, a convenience for the profession and the insurance industry but no source for getting it right.

The mindless beast at the gates of Democracy

Instinctive submission to arbitrary rule, to dominance by will substituting for reasoned judgment, for Free Choice, for Love’s affect and compassion – all perceived to be “weak,” – condemns and condemns itself by lack of self-awareness. It is the mindless beast, the enemy at the gates of Democracy today. A segment of the electorate indifferent to transgressions of any kind because it has become its own shadow-reflection: a herd, a beast out of control. The servant of “will:” mindless and unaware.

The Joker’s perversion of the Child’s Parents Father-Mind married to Mother-Love in the Reality of Logic-Mind is the apparent separation-division of brain matter in the unreality of bodies into left-right hemispheres, sharing no common purpose other than survival, pulling in opposite directions:

  • Left hemisphere: mind-thought / logic-reason / order-definitions / judgment-choice / boundaries-discipline
  • Right hemisphere: love-feeling / values-gifts / creativity-freedom / judgment-Intuition / spontaneity-relationship.

The “separation” is a joke that would produce pure chaos internally and externally if it were real. What keeps the division from producing pure chaos isn’t the physiology of brain chemistry. It’s the fact that brain matter can never be the “seat of consciousness.” It can never be Mind or the substitute for Mind that the Joker promised to a self-deluded Child when the Child lost Consciousness. “Neuroscience’s” insistence otherwise is delusional -- a joke.

It’s the fact that the dreaming Child’s replications -- us -- don’t think with matter. They think with the Child’s unconscious-dreaming mind which, though compromised-corrupted, cannot be separated from Reality-Consciousness. Cannot be separated from Mind which unites with Love in the shared purpose of Order and Creation rather than splitting off into chaos and destruction. Which communicates and remains connected with Child-mind through the Child’s Memory-Intuition. Through its voice the Holy Spirit.

The idea that the Child’s unconscious mind that produced the dream, un-embodied and undetectable by body, suddenly went missing and was replaced by -- presto! --embodied brain matter-pulp, an appearance detectable by body, is magic. Mind-consciousness transformed into matter consciousness can only be an illusionist’s trick, a joke.  A particularly delicious twist of irony to be savored by a gourmand since it was mind unconscious that imagined matter, And now conscious mind is caught up in the illusion. A very Big Lie. Perpetrated on self-deluded minds that wouldn't know the difference. That could only be ruled by illogic -- the Joker.

Getting it right

Expanding context beyond immediacy. Defusing limbic emotions and the rush to judgment, the urge to project guilt. Distinguishing between ourselves and the opposites that shadow everything – our mirror-image reflections. Understanding. The change of mind that tests us this time of year. Have we more? Are we more? How can it be possible when Consciousness is gone? The rule of law, protection from the shadow when the many were one, when we were awake and real. While the disembodied voice of our reflection is heard in waves of misinformation and authoritarian grievance, forgeries of stolen sovereignty. Its rule arbitrary, its necessity misunderstanding.

Evil isn’t what “others” do to us. It’s what we do to ourselves. Imagining that our flip side – our reflection, a shadow – is an “other” that has a life, a voice of its own with something to offer. When all it has to “give” is a reverse image, what we aren’t. It’s nothing more than an implication of Logic that all things have opposites. That if two realities can’t be real then our reflections can’t be real. They’re the Joker whose joke is “I’m you." Whatever its offense making it real by engaging with it is what causes it.

The Joker’s every perversion of Reality is a joke. Making itself right by making others wrong. Scripting truth and rules to suit itself. Heads I win, tails you lose. A lifeless viral parasite coded for self-replication, the “winning” of self-delusion. An imaginary magician that couldn’t perform unless we, the rabbit, asked it to pull us out of a hat. Misidentification of ourselves for an “other” that isn’t real makes it real. Correction is Understanding that we are not our reflection. That it can’t substitute for the Self we seek whose home is in Reality. Not here but where Mind will lead us if we allow it.

If evil itself can be understood without blame then there must be hope for Understanding. For elevating context from the false “realism” of bodies in captivity, to the truth of Mind liberated to think. To the Truth of another Reality that isn’t a joke. That parallels ours, was there before ours, is responsible for ours, and explains ours. To getting it right: Forgiveness is Understanding. So minds undeluded can do what’s right and do it right.

Where can undeluded minds take their pleas? To illumination from Intuition instead of deception from bodies. To awareness that alights on markers navigating back to consciousness. With Insights to recognize one at a time. Implications of Logic to follow wherever they lead. Guidance from Necessity, the authority of Logic, that enables and protects freedom of thought, expression, and choice -- the Integrity of Creation. That responds to pleas with Love -- sharing, empowerment, and affirmation of Worth -- instead of fear -- ownership, possession, and control. With the Innocence of Now, Psyche intact, instead of victimhood addicted to woundedness, self-pity, and guilt.

The Gift of Logic

Abundance and its comforts taken for granted replace hope with expectation, respect with entitlement, knowing our place with arrogance, adaptation with reverence for the status quo. An unsustainability brought on by not getting around to it. By somnolence. The set of a mind that could be equal to the task of awakening but for lack of Logic. Not for lack of the Free Spirit of Mind and Love that’s been there for us since the room went dark. But for the will and the ability to listen to it. To pay attention. To avail ourselves of its Gift: the judgment of Innocence, the understanding, of Logic. The noesis of Logos – God.

Misinformation is being orchestrated by a source that identifies itself as “god,” with books, podcasts and the like. Showcasing accessibility and erudition so confounding that otherwise discerning minds fall for it. A Course of Love and God: An Autobiography are a W.C. Fields flimflam act that deserves the price of admission, not for its wisdom but for the laughs. Minds are duping themselves in the clear, not in slow motion but in alarming acceleration. Waking up can’t wait. Not till we’ve extracted every last bit of pleasure and resource from body and planet. Not till we get around to it.

The next generation building character, in harmony with its environment and in spite of it, offers hope. For youth and for the rest of us, that though we are animals anchored by brain to matter we still have minds and free will. We will yet prove to be better than limbic systems that keep us rooted in unconsciousness. In threatening shadows and autonomic passions that overwhelm deliberation and judgment. We can overcome.

The place in our hearts

Paul Desmond riffing on his alto saxophone. For All We Know. Reflections on a stream that come and go with the intricacies of improvisation. That can’t help but be what they are. Us in reverse. That we never get to see as we are. Never get to know as we are. Haunted by beauty. Drawn by scent and touch imagined. By the taste of Memory heard and gone. A here and now, place and time, that can never be. Yet the Now that you will always be to me.

Shorty Baker riffing on his trumpet. I Didn’t Know What Time It Was. A call for love from time out of time. And I didn’t know. Notes gently trailing a caress across the whorl of preoccupation, lifting me out of cold blankness into the warmth of acceptance. By the vulnerability of subject in a room full of objects. Cause beyond effect that needs no intoxicant, no commotion, to excuse the brashness of its intrusion. I’m not done with it. Can never be done with it, your call for Love.

Alyosha bidding Dostoevsky’s farewell. The Brothers Karamazov. “There is nothing more wholesome and good than sacred memory preserved from childhood. Let us be kind, then honest and then let us never forget each other. You are all dear to me. From this day forth I have a place in my heart for you all, and I beg you to keep a place in your hearts for me.”