February 21, 2013
I should have known better (because I’ve done this before) – but I felt compelled to do some more research on Manly P. Hall as I am again reading The Secret Teachings of All Ages (my college students have informed me that book titles no longer need to be underlined) and I wanted to know how Manly was able to absorb so much information at such a young age; particularly Pythagorean theories applied to music (which gave me such a headache trying to absorb on the first round). And there I suddenly found myself: floating in cyber space again; like floating in a warm pool at night, under the stars – a dissociated consciousness – mesmerized in information immersion, cocooning…
How I hate being humbled…but being dwarfed by the night skies can do this…
…because while researching Manly – I was reacquainted with David Icke and Deepok Chokra and a number of their ideas – not to mention stumbling upon a forum called Red Ice Creations. I remain in awe of the information and knowledge these folks possess(ed).
I have been fiddling about in The Doctor’s Inn for close-to-300-essays-now – and I often delude myself that I am writing about ideas not many people have thought of – probably because I never read about my ideas in the mainstream media (until these ideas appear a-few-days-later); and, come-to-think-of-it, this is why I initially tried clarifying my ideas for myself in The Doctor’s Inn: I also hoped (naturally) that readers might share my journeys with me and come to similar, or, novel conclusions — after traversing my unfolding cognitive maps with me.
But today I am reminded that I am probably engaging in a more homespun approach – something like Prairie Home Companion; and, while the FBI has probably had a look at me – they certainly won’t have to kill me: like Red Ice Creations reported the Federal Bureau of Intimidation did to a 9/11 author and his two sons; suggesting that the particular writer (who was about to reveal more information on 9/11) had a murder/suicide transpire at his home (shades of Marilyn Monroe and Vince Foster).
David Icke, on-the-othe-hand, takes our experience of reality to levels that I’ve heard about (and probably dreamt about) – but certainly can’t systematically entertain in-the-here-and-now because…well, because if I did, I’d probably suffer numerous car accidents and/or be committed to an institution where, heavily medicated – I would be unable to think great thoughts.
I remember ol’ Dr. Waring (yep, the same one who flew reconnaissance over Hiroshima 20 minutes after Godzilla was released) suggesting that it’s best to go through life as a dissociated consciousness – which he did — as he told the same stories over-and-over and started about 7 cigarettes (which became seven ash pillars) during the course of the lecture. But I need to give my students more than what we received during a time when an educated person could secure him/herself a job. My very clever and capable students face a very different, and uncertain, career landscape: downsizing; baby boomer support; and, increased competition for scarce jobs asks me to stay firmly grounded for them – so that they too, get what they paid for.
So, as I emerged from my intellectual isolation tank – I wasn’t thinking about Nazi flying saucers or the Mayans vibrating out of this plane of existence – I was thinking about how my students were going to secure stimulating, fulfilling and productive jobs, and, perhaps a few new songs on life (like Peter Gabriel did) — because semi-retirement is driving me a bit batty…but I refuse to give it up for anything that feels like work!
Next: Water for Elephants