Sunday, January 12, 2025

Saved By a Voice in Battle

Tales of miraculous rescue come in all shapes and forms. They turn up in religion, mythology, and ordinary life. They stir our imagination, our gratitude  and  perception of reality.  Such encounters can be personal but sometimes the supernormal assistance affects major events and large numbers of people.  Joan of Arc is perhaps one of the most spectacular examples of the latter. Both Joan’s and the story I’m about to recount involve hearing voices.

A student of mine in a class on the philosophy of mind, a police officer, was a veteran of the Vietnam War. In 1968 he was with the U.S. Army ‘s 101st Airborne Division, a combat soldier in a reconnaissance platoon.  John C. was sent to Bien Hoa, located near the Mekong Delta.  The base he was stationed at was a low combat zone but not immune to the occasional rocket attack. The assignment felt like a holiday to most of the men, at least until February 13, the day before Valentine’s Day.

It was 2:30 in the morning when the air raid siren woke John up.  The base was under rocket attack and all personnel had to take shelter in the bunkers adjacent to the barracks.  By the time that John got out of the barracks the bunker he was supposed to use was already packed to capacity. He glanced around quickly and decided to get down behind a reinforced partition just outside the entrance to the bunker. He made the move and peered back into the bunker. Three light bulbs glowed dimly over the crouched soldiers.  A nervous pall settled over the men as the sound of rockets landing nearby began to fill the bunker.

 Barely a few moments had passed sitting on the reinforced partition when John heard a voice cry out, “John, get back here!” Looking toward the rear of the bunker, he was unable to see his friends, the smoky yellowish light blinding him.  He called back, “Who’s that?”  “John! Come back here!” the voice replied. The voice was clear and authoritative.

“I’m alright!” shouted John, annoyed because he couldn’t see who was calling him. Then the voice cried out again, and more urgently. This time he impulsively went back into the barrack as far as the first support beam. “Okay?” he shouts, but no one says anything, except once more the voice commands him to move to the next beam.  “Okay?” he shouts again. This time the voice was silent, so John squeezed into a seat. Wondering why he was unable to recognize the voice, he glanced back at the reinforced partition. “He’s in my spot,” John thought, and turned to ask the guy beside him for a cigarette.  As their eyes met they heard the sound of a rocket. They could tell by its clear whine that this one was going to land nearby. The next sound was a high-pitched whistle—the last sound before a direct hit.

John told me that he remembered a tremendous ball of flame explode directly where he had been sitting a few minutes earlier! Then a powerful force struck him and he blacked out. He opened his eyes to find himself covered with sand and iron planking. He was treated for a bump on his head and a cut on the knee.  All the men sitting in front of him were dead, sixteen in all. John walked around in a daze asking who kept calling him. Nobody, and nobody heard anybody calling him.  More uncanny, the intelligence behind the voice apparently knew exactly where John had to sit to escape the fatal effects of the rocket. 

John explained to me that his mother prayed for him with great insistence. He wondered if his mom’s prayers had anything to do with the voice that saved his life.  I’ll end with the last note I received from John, in which he wrote: “I often think about the tall, thin, blonde sergeant who sat where I first sat, and who was obliterated by the rocket. I feel as if my life is on loan and really belongs to someone else.  I would like to repay this gift but don’t know how.” At one point he admitted to me that his mom embarrassed him by how often she prayed for him. She often told him not to worry about anything, in short, that she had him covered. Home from Vietnam, he was no longer embarrassed by his mom’s prayers for him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, January 4, 2025

A Miraculous Plant?

This is a little for Christmas,  but some years ago, I was living with a girlfriend in New Jersey on River Road, facing across the river toward New York’s West Side. It was Christmas Eve, a clear night but also one of the coldest nights in a very long time.  Also, the heating system of the apartment was not performing very well. Early in the night the hissing and chortling of the pipes would die down. 

On this hyper-wintry night, the cold and the wind were closing in on us, and I thought to myself how lucky I was to have beautiful Francesca, my flute-playing lover, to stay warm with under the covers of our bed.  Wonderful, I thought, to have this living sanctuary of warmth with me at arms-length. We listened to music, had already exchanged gifts, and had dinner.

We were starting to feel the cold more, so instead of adding sweaters, why not retire to the bedroom where cuddly warmth awaited us?  My suggestion met with approval and an inviting smile. 

But then something happened—I forgot to mention: Francesca, just short of being a perfect gal, had a fiery temper. So, there we were, on the threshold of yuletide bliss, but then I said something wrong. I wish I could remember what I said. Whatever it was, it triggered my lady’s temper. The result was that I found myself backing out of the bedroom, followed by the door being slammed shut.

What was I to do? I resigned myself to sleeping on the floor. I did have to break back into my bedroom to collect what I needed to avoid freezing to death.  Suddenly, it was a lonely Christmas Eve.  Francesca made herself invisible and motionless under covers and pillows. I grabbed one more sweater and split from the bedroom. It took a moment to arrange a space on the floor to sleep, a place where I could manage my night at the North Pole. Eventually, I fell asleep.

Morning came, I woke up, and the sun was out.  But something quickly grabbed my attention. I became aware that the room, the air, was suddenly fragrant. What on earth! Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Francesca, not fully dressed, is gazing at me. “That smell,” she said, and looked around.  I looked around too, and we both noticed something about the plant on the windowsill.  It had bloomed overnight with large white flowers!  It was the flowers that were giving off the fragrance.

 

Francesca and I said nothing but breathed in the magnificent fragrance; we looked at each other and embraced.  We didn’t say a word about our quarrel the night before. It was Christmas morning and we both felt as if the flowering in what turned out to be the coldest night of the year was a message to us about keeping a warm heart in a cold world.

For some time after, I stopped by various florists, and nobody ever heard of a plant like mine ever flowering in bitter cold.  Finally, I went to the Bronx Botanical Gardens with a photograph of the flowered plant and my story.  I remember the botanist there smiling with amazement and saying, “The plant is called dracaena fragrans. Flowering in such bitter cold was a miracle.”

Fran and I eventually went our own ways. But we can tell a story of how a mysterious plant brought us beautifully together once upon a cold time.  It was, after all, Christmas, a time about miracles.  When we woke up to the fragrance of those miraculous flowers, the anger and pique between us completely vanished. The spirit of Christmas lay behind this miracle, I thought.  Plants are living and have a certain consciousness; so perhaps the plant was stressed out by our quarreling and flowered to change the atmosphere with a new fragrance.   I’m just dreaming out loud, but if you’re curious  about the latest science of plant consciousness, you might try Dr. Monica Gagliano in Thus Spoke the Plant, an account of the author’s personal encounters with individual plants and her theories of plant consciousness.

 

 

 

Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Jesus and the Near-Death Experience

 Having read much of the written scientific literature, I’ve been watching people recount their near-death experiences (NDEs) on YouTube.  Often, I’ve been struck by the authenticity of what I heard, everyday folks struggling to describe a life-changing experience.  Some of the NDE stories are professionally produced with another voice smoothly narrating and a visual display meant to evoke heaven and a godly sunrise.  These NDE productions impress me much less than the unmediated personal accounts.

One of the highlights of the NDE is an encounter with a great light emanating pure unconditional love.  Among the other elements (the out-of-body state, the life-review, the meeting of deceased friends and relatives, etc.), some folks encounter a figure they instantly perceive as Jesus, the light of pure love in a personal form.  On Christmas day that I’m writing this, the NDE epiphanies of Jesus especially come to mind.

But there is something puzzling.  You would think that a near-death crisis might stir up the religious figures you were raised to believe in.  But that isn’t what I have noticed in over a year of watching these online ND stories.  What I found is that Jesus plays a critical role in the NDEs of Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, and avowed atheists—not just Christians.  One of the winning traits of the near-death Jesus: he comes as the perfect friend of love, not as a judge or punishing deity.  Indeed, he, as well as God when he speaks out, has a sense of humor, even of irony.  In one NDEer, Jesus appears in a suit.  The woman asks him how come in a suit?  He replies, “You wouldn’t have recognized me.” The Jews who report this experience, are keen on a jokey Jesus, and lament that Jesus was mocked and obliterated by their rabbis.  They immediately claim him as their guy and seem to forget two thousand years of Christian history. One notable Jew for Jesus is Dr. James Tour, an accomplished American biologist that rejects reductive materialism, rightly, in my view. He does, however, sound a bit extreme when, as I heard him say in his interview, that the entire Bible, both testaments, every single word, are absolutely true. Really?

My puzzlement was magnified by two recent accounts, one from a Buddhist and the other from a Muslim.  In both cases where a woman and a man had an NDE, they encountered Jesus and were instantly converted. But in these two cases, the Buddhist and the Muslim were driven to review everything lacking and deficient in their previous Buddhist and Muslim faiths.  Instead of feeling love and compassion for people of their born belief systems, they say that unless they become Christians, all the horrors of eternal hell await them. This is morally repulsive.  Gone in a flash is that beautiful idea of unconditional love.   T

The NDE is an objective and hugely significant experience by virtue of its extraordinary effects and aftereffects.  The phenomenon has a flexible structure and is recurrent, thanks to advances in modern medical technology.

There are at least two distinct explanations of this phenomenon. The first is that these are extraordinary illusions that our species has evolved as part of the dying response.  The illusions are designed to stimulate the will to live, a trick our suggestible mind needs to carry on the adventure of life, even if it doesn’t change our meaningless fate. 

The second theory is more appealing and allows us to imagine that physical dying enables us to enter a new world after we shed our bodies.  The NDE seems like the vestibule of a mental universe.  Like the physical universe, science had to grow before it understood its unimaginable vastness.  The same unimaginable vastness faces us in the mental universe. The NDE seems an authentic venture into a distinct, alternate dimension of space and reality. We are all partially acquainted with this extraphysical dimension of experience when at night we enter dream space.

People who have NDEs usually conclude they are immortal and have no desire to reinhabit their mortal bodies.  If we are immortal, then we an assume that Jesus is still alive and conscious, and open to the near-death dimension of existence.  And thus it appears to all the people who have reported encounters with Jesus.

It would also be true that all the great souls of the past have survived and may be accessible in ways that might shock us into a new awareness.  Mary, the mother of Jesus would have survived, and as we know, visions of Mary are widely reported in modern times.  

I’ve written this post as a kind of Christmas card to readers. I am drawn to the picture of Jesus that emerges from the near-death experience.  I am not drawn to the accounts of converts that hate and despise the non-Christian teachers they were raised to believe in. In the history of human experience, all sorts of great spiritual teachers have emerged, and there is room for all of them.  The fanatics that want to send all non-Christian teachers and believers packing to hell are an abomination. The popularity of the figure of Jesus appearing so frequently in the near-death experience is interesting and puzzling.   I’m curious to hear what you all might think about this facet of the near-death experience.

 

  

Tuesday, December 17, 2024

Can I Be Frank?

One periodically hears an ad on NP Radio about the 25 thousand therapists waiting in the wings and prepared to help the souls of afflicted listeners.  The implications of the ad were  disheartening, the image of an army poised to descend upon and save us from our problems!  I don’t mean to make light of the sea of troubles that life often is.

But I know someone who does. This fellow dares to make light of our troubles—the light of wit, of compassion, and of insight. Dr. Frank Pasciuti has been a licensed clinical psychologist and certified hypnotherapist for forty-five years.  He is the author of Chrysalis Crisis: How Life’s Ordeals Can Lead to Personal and Spiritual Transformation.  

Frank Pasciuti’s new book, Can I Be Frank? Poetic Insights that Empower and Inspire, embodies a novel venture into psychotherapy.  Using his own name in a title, punning on the adjective frank, turning his name into a challenge—can I be honest and thus fully myself?  That’s a universal question.  Am I in a world where it’s okay to be myself?  That’s a startling way to begin a book.

What is unique about this book is a poetics of therapy, so that by mingling prose with rhymes, half-rhymes, rhythms, and images, Dr. Pasciuti returns to a more shamanic mode of coping with our natural human difficulties.  Besides a short introduction, the book contains about sixty poems, in a rich spectrum of themes and moods, and alongside apt and witty illustrations. This is a book to be held, heard, and seen. The issues touched on run the gamut from the metaphysics of mind and body (Trivini, p.35) to matrimony, (You’re Not Who I Once Married, p.13.) You’ll learn something essential about how your mind works in Concentration, Meditation, Contemplation, p.61, and get a more humorous lift of spirit in It’s Hard to Hug a Porcupine, p.21.

The table of contents offers the reader a feast of options. The issues that plague us are infinite in variety and originality.  The format of narratives is in tune with the more or less chaotic flow of life.  It respects the reader’s freedom to begin wherever he or she wishes.  For example, I was captivated by the poem called Rattled to Insight, p. 62.  The poem was about a terrifying dream the author had that woke him up. 

                  I found myself outside walking through a path with lots of snakes.

                     They filled the ground, were all

                     Around.  I wanted to get through.

              I tried to step between them, but the spaces were so few.

Some of the ghastly rattle snakes started to move and threaten the dreamer and so he awakens and assumes a questioning stance toward the dream.  Awake now and thinking about his nightmare, there is a flash of insight:

                  I further came to recognize when my fears get denied

                  They rise up from the darker places where they tend to hide.   

So, the dream helped him see what he was not quite able to confront. This then was a poem about the interesting dialogues we may be having with the subconscious part of mental life.  Can I Be Frank? is full of hints and illustrations of how to use the poetics of our creative imagination to gain insight and heal ourselves.       I heartily recommend this book (available on Amazon) that will entertain and instruct you on the great art of being a human being.

 

 

              

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, December 2, 2024

Mind and Obesity

The prestigious Journal, Lancet, reports a study that predicts that in less than two decades, 260 million Americans will suffer from obesity, a condition associated with a host of diseases and disorders.  It’s easy to understand that with advertising and food technologies, the temptation to indulge the comfort that food and drink give, makes it easy to tumble into obesity.

But surely, once awake to the mortal dangers that lie hidden in that hamburger and sugary drink, the solution to the problem should be clear: be picky and eat and drink less!  But people find that hard, so out comes Big Pharma to provide drugs in the battle against obesity.     But the drug approach has obviously failed, given the giant obesity crisis the Lancet has warned us about. 

I’m skeptical about the supposed genetics of the problem. The real culprit are bad habits and lack of self-awareness. Our systems of education neglect to address the freedom of will as a central fact of a flourishing human existence.  We are educated to be fans and consumers, not life explorers with independent minds.  

 Once asked to speak about diet, I came up with this advice.  Decide on the weight you ideally prefer.  Then follow this instruction. Whenever you eat and drink, say, the normal three times a day, each time eat and drink hardy but consume only one half of what you would normally consume.  

There is nothing painful, no self-deprivation—just a healthy reduction of your intake. Continue halving your diet until you reach the weight you chose to be. Then go back to eating and drinking but be mindful and sustain your ideal weight.

There’s a problem with this plan.  Swamped as we are in a materialist ethos, there is no clear sense of the freedom of our will. Nobody reminds you that you’re a free agent and master of your life.  We need to sharpen the consciousness of our freedom—and practice using it.  

The answer to the obesity crisis is our own minds—the power we possess to say yes or no—the power to open our mouth or shut it. Use and prove your free will is real. It's a key choice—live your life or slip into slavery.

 

Monday, November 18, 2024

Einstein's Advice: Change the Way We Think or Die

 

All over the world people and countries are spending like there’s no tomorrow on updating their arsenals of selective and mass murder and mayhem—based on the need to defend oneself—or to annihilate one’s foes.  Meanwhile, the arms sales folks are rolling in ecstasy.

 

But Albert Einstein wrote: “The unleashed power of the atom has changed everything except our ways of thinking. Thus, we are drifting toward a catastrophe beyond comparison. We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking, if mankind is to survive.”

 

A substantially new manner of thinking—we should underscore Einstein’s prophetic words. They suggest that any approach that relies on old formulas for solving the world predicament probably need to be scrapped. A substantially new manner of thinking? Einstein has remarked on the importance of imagination in solving the great problems.  We have to step outside the box of our usual assumptions.

 

In Edward Thompson’s Letter to America, we read: “Nothing less than a world-wide spiritual revulsion against the Satanic Kingdom would give us any chance of bringing the military riders down.” Now we are talking about a spiritual revolution. Einstein and Thompson agree on the greatness of the challenge. It’s no small thing to outgrow one’s worldview and launch a revolution of consciousness. Something very jarring needs to happen.  Perhaps like climate catastrophe or somebody fingering a possible nuclear strike.

 

In a short play by Luigi Pirandello, The Man with A Flower in His Mouth, a man emerges from a doctor’s office with a fatal diagnosis. Possessed by this knowledge of his impending death, the world lights up for him, the smallest things swell with significance; he lingers over every detail; the doomed man’s awareness changes radically, and he undergoes a brilliant conversion of consciousness, an insight into the eternal.

 

The question is whether ours is a world with a flower in its mouth. Like the man in Pirandello’s play, will we wake up in time to see life in a new enlightened way?  Reader, what do you think?

 

 

 

 

Thursday, November 14, 2024

How to Avoid Scaring Yourself to Death

 

In a class discussion about the philosophy of mind, a student who was a nurse once told me a sad story about her husband.  When he was a teenager on a lark he went to a fortune-teller.  She looked at his palm and announced that he was going to have a happy married life.  After a slight pause, she then added that he was going to die when he was thirty-five years old.   On his thirty-fifth birthday, the nurse’s husband keeled over dead.  An autopsy uncovered no physical cause of his death; he was perfectly healthy.  The only explanation is that his belief that he was going to die on that day killed him.

 

This apparently is a widely reported phenomenon. There is a book by J.C. Barker, MD, Scared to Death: An Examination of Fear, Its Causes and Effects. The main shocking point of this book is that people of all ages and cultures, people, moreover, in perfect health, die because they believe their time has come, as predicted by someone or implied by some oracle or sign.  How the ‘mere’ belief that one is going to die may cause a perfectly healthy person to die cries out for explanation.

 

First, it should be noted that according to Barker, at the time of publication of his book in Britain (1968), public interest and use of fortune-tellers, mediums and psychics was popular and widespread.  People try all sorts of alternative methods of scoping out the future.

 

Dr. Barker was inspired to research self-induced death when he witnessed a patient, a homeless laborer, brought to the hospital in a state of terror, crying out that he was going to die. Barker was unable to calm him down. “Then to our horror and amazement he suddenly stopped crying, fell back into the bed and quickly expired” (3).  A post-mortem exam proved he was in perfect health. 

 

Barker provides a harrowing chapter on autosuggestion and voodoo.  “If a native believes himself to be “hoodooed”, “hexed”, “bewitched”, or “conjured”, he pines away and dies unless someone can be found who he considers has greater voodoo powers . . .” (18) Similar cases of hexing are cited in Australia, Africa, America and so forth, demonstrating the devastating power of sheer belief.  The witch doctor in effect by virtue of curse or hex destroys the consciousness and will to live of the targeted victim.  Cases are given of victims tottering on the edge of death who are persuaded by a counter-spell and are instantly restored to health. 

 

Barker shows how politics combined with destructive magic can have murderous consequences, and “shows the extraordinary extent to which hatred and scheming machinations can build up between natives and so prepare the victim for voodoo-type death . . ..” (23).  The malignant psychic influence through abusive language that Hitler unleashed on European Jews illustrates the dark side of the psyche in action.  It explains the incredible rise to power of a psychopathic liar like Donald Trump as well as the bizarrely perverted conspiracy theories. The intent is to degrade the person by the magic of destructive language.   

 

We should underscore another factor, the phenomenon of the “evil eye”—the malignant side of the Freudian superego. There is an ancient archetype—superstition, we could say—that we may be exposed to the Evil Eye, disposed to do us harm.  This evil potential is proven by using charms, amulets, and talismans—all meant to protect us from the dark forces around us. Neuroscientist Paul Maclean writes of the “paranoid streak” in us, a byproduct of our reptilian brain. So, we can’t help being suspicious and we’re easily manipulated by unscrupulous influencers.

 

The destructive power of belief can be converted into healthy, creative power. The nocebo can kill is, but the placebo can cure us.  There are stories of miraculous healings, more than stories of healthy people dying because of what of some fortune-teller might have said. 

 

The antidote to self-destructive feelings is to educate yourself on how your mind works.  Dr.  Barker found that imbibing the values of a reason-and-truth honoring civilization is the best way to guard against succumbing to the black magic of our worst emotions.  Love and truth are the antidotes to the disease of self-destruction.  We are curious to hear stories that demonstrate the power of the mind to help or harm our health.

 

 

Friday, November 1, 2024

Living By Song Magic

        

                                        

 

 

 

Indigenous people, generally poorer and powerless, have played no part in the creation of the current climate crisis.  And yet they are liable to suffer most from it. In two centuries, our modern technological society has created this crisis. Native traditions have lasted thousands of years without wreaking havoc on the planet.  They might then be able to help us with the climate monster we have created.   

 

One fact is key. Modern science is quantitative, mathematical, technological, and soulless.  If you look at a tree, a river, a mountain as no more than material structures, why not uproot and reduce them to saleable items.  In contrast, the indigenous mind honors nature for its sacred value and creative benefits--the exact opposite of the capitalistic vision of nature, treated as raw material for profiteering corporations to exploit.  

 

I’m struck by traditions that use music as a way to live in harmony with nature. In the early 1930s, Ruth Murray Underhill, at the behest of the Humanities Council of Columbia University, spent time with the Papago Indians of Southern Arizona, an unusually dry and inhospitable region of the Southwest.  What she discovered about their ceremonial life is described in her book, Singing for Power: The Song Magic of the Papago Indians (1938).

 

These peaceful descendants of the Aztecs used a type of song magic to facilitate the various tasks of everyday life.  This region of the desert on the border of Mexico was, and no doubt still is, overwhelmingly dry and hot. To extract a living from such a barren desert domain called for some kind of “magic”—something akin to psychokinesis (mind over matter).

 

Papago ceremonies have different names, The Drinking Ritual, Singing Up the Corn, The Peaceful Go to War, Eagle Power, Ocean Power, and so forth. Each of these ceremonial tasks has songs, stories, and narratives passed on in oral traditions.  The magical language had to be memorized, as we say, known by heart. And with heart, I would add.  The song magic is meant to produce real effects, physical as well as mental.  But can our minds do such things?  The Papago Indians thought so.

 

Let’s see how it works with an example, The Drinking Ritual, which is about rain magic.  The only source of water for the Papago was the sky in the rainy seasons.        

In this ritual, a liquor is extracted from the pulp of a giant cactus, and drunk.  The fruits of this liquor ripen at the end of the dry season. Drinking this liquor, which  has mind-altering effects, was thought to mirror and facilitate the rainfall.

It was the duty of everyone to drink to the point of saturation; in short, get seriously drunk, and become like the rain-soaked earth.  Apart from this ceremony, boozing for private pleasure was verboten.  Moreover, all of the ceremonies presupposed widespread participation of the group.  This makes sense in light of what we know about paranormal group dynamics.

 

But now where is the magic in all this?  Underhill provides an exact explanation. “In accordance with the rules of Papago magic,” she writes, “which always imitates the desired event, this act will bring the rain to moisten the earth” (p.20). The drinking and altered state, however, is only the first part of the ceremony meant to bring on the rain. Next is the singing.  A hundred people, old men who know the songs, women and everybody else either dance or sing of rain and clouds, red spiders, frogs, and toads known for their affinity with rain. 

 

In effect, there is a group effort to imagine as vividly as possible the state of affairs they are trying to bring about.  The same method is used for other ceremonies, making the corn grow, preparing for war, or dealing with a troublesome person. And of course, for healing purposes. You have to sing or in some way create compelling images of what you’re aiming for. Rain, a healing, courage in war, whatever.

 

This must appear strange to a culture addicted to materialism. Acquiring song magic implies different kinds of skill and mental attitude. Underhill writes as follows: “What of a society which puts no premium whatever on aggressiveness and where the practical man is valued only if he is a poet?”

 

The Papago were never at war with whites or other tribes.  In part this was due to the forbidding landscape of this region of the Southwest.  There was nothing there worth fighting for and survival itself was not easily achieved.  You had to learn to sing for power just to survive. And the singing went on for hours. You also had to use your imagination to perform magical operations.

 

Readers will wonder about the ‘magic’ part of this story.  It turns out that the way the Papago magic is supposed to work is consistent with the way psychokinesis (PK) works.  To repeat: the Papago tries through song and gesture to imagine and evoke the desired effect as vividly as possible. Now, the physicist and parapsychologist, Helmut Schmidt, argues that PK is a goal-oriented process.   Schmidt found that subjects in PK experiments succeeded when they focused entirely on the target they were aiming to affect.   Facing a panel of lights the subject wants, say, to turn on the outermost light on the left side of the panel.  He has no idea of the complicated process of how the lights on the panel are turned on and off.  All he has to do focus on the desired outcome to be effective—all attention is on the target, the aim.

 

Schmidt’s subjects were remarkable in producing results.  Lab based evidence for psychokinesis proves that native people may also be effective with their more life-based experiments with PK.

 

The Papago form of PK was based on survival needs, not just to obtain a score in a parapsychological experiment.  The latter, in its sphere of science, is hugely important. It’s part of a research movement that points to our paranormal mental and physical abilities.

 

Papago Indian song magic offers one way to reimagine our relationship to the natural world. What sort of people were these brown-skinned Indians noted for their peaceful nature. “Beneath their modern externals,” writes Ruth Underhill, “a life based on other ideals than ours and aimed toward other goals.” She tells us there are three points notable about these people. 

 

They never raise their voices.  Living in a hardscrabble desert community, you don’t waste your energy, and the barely audible manner of speech suggests low emotional expenditure.  Theirs was a world where you were not free to deploy all kinds energy to do what you want—travel, communicate, consume at will.  Near silence was a way to store one’s inner energy. The white traders said they needed to lip-read the Indians.

 

Secondly, Underhill writes of the Papago: “Their movements are deliberate; our own swift jerkiness can hardly comprehend the rhythm slowed down by the desert heat to the slow swing of a wave under a ship’s bow in a dead calm.”  Clearly, an energy deprived environment will impose a different lifestyle in many subtle ways, more deliberate and more careful and caring.

 

The last item she notes about the Papago folk; they were always purring with laughter. “We who pass days, even weeks, at hard work, with no more than a polite smile now and then, can scarcely accustom ourselves to the gentle laughter which always accompanies Papago talk.”  She ends by noting that she especially missed the murmuring mirth of the Papago when she got back to New York.  

 

Two final observations.  First, the Papago story, as revealed from Underhill’s study of the late 1930s, proves that ingenuity, imagination, and social solidarity can create a culturally rich life, even in an environment minimally endowed with the raw materials needed in ordinary life. 

 

The second point I want to make is to affirm the extraordinary work of Ruth Underhill. Now is the time to renew and revise the relationship between modern science and indigenous beliefs and practices. The song magic practiced by the Papago seems vitally credible in light of what is known about apports, apparitions, poltergeists, shamanic and saintly miracles, and controlled parapsychological experimentation.

 

It is important to state what is possible, in light of modern parapsychological research. Groups of people can indeed create forces that do things such as we learn from the Papago ceremonials.  These are socially integrated activities directed toward benefitting all members of the community.  We have barely begun to learn how to draw on the latent forces within us. There’s a whole new science of creativity waiting to be born—a science that may be of use in the coming battle with the climate monster we have created.

 

 

Saturday, October 26, 2024

UFOs--Why So Shy?

In an idle moment while doodling, something about the Biblical creation story occurred to me.  It’s hard for me to imagine that the all-wise Creator should have created just one planet with one type of living human.  What would be the point of creating such a totally immense universe as stagecraft for one little planet led by a self-absorbed, cantankerous species, supposedly endowed with rational and moral abilities?

 

It’s far more probable to suppose that the unspeakable vastness of the universe is a sign of equally vast forms of life and consciousness spread out around the cosmos.  And in ways we can barely imagine now, although all the authentic reports about alien visitation suggest a considerable variety of types of conscious entities interacting with us.

 

One story running about is that aliens are living among us. There is a program in action about us somehow biologically merging with the aliens, supposedly, to the benefit of each species. This story is at least conceivable and might resonate with some souls in distress.

 

But there is enough evidence to support the belief that there are intelligent beings in our midst.  Clearly, they possess superhuman powers and come from who knows where? 

 

The question is, what are they doing here?  And why so devious, sneaky, and too often brutal?  They may of course be quite frightened.  Humans can be trigger-happy brutes whose first reaction to something unknown, is to lunge for the AR-15 and aim to kill.

 

There is evidence that explains in part why they are here:  They are interested in our weapons systems, nuclear, for sure.  They are also concerned about the catastrophic effects of overheating the planet, a consequence of our technology and addiction to consumerism.

 

They have terrified the military by temporarily turning off, disengaging our weapons systems, thus temporarily killing our billion-dollar defense systems.   Letting us taste a moment of exposure, of vulnerability.  It surely must gnaw away at U.S. belief in its God-blessed empire to know there is an unknown agency daily violates with impunity our airspace and cannot be shot down by ace jet fighter planes.  The technology that haunts our airspace is a complete mystery.  Moreover, where they come from and exactly why they’re here is unknown, other, it would seem, than being worried about nuclear annihilation and climate catastrophe wrecking the planet.

 

The question is: if these highly evolved aliens are here and monitoring us as we continue to wreck the planet and kill each other in endless wars, why not make a public appearance and announce their presence?  Why just hang around and carry on as cosmic peeping toms?  Any ideas, reader?

Tuesday, October 22, 2024

Our Unfinished Evolution

 Has the driving force of evolution on Earth gone crazy?  Could it have meant to produce a species, in which the members are constantly killing each other, and in all sorts of ways, some spontaneous, and some more ferociously organized? According to one present count, there are fifty-six killing conflicts between humans raging on the planet today.  Moreover, this same killer species has exploited, polluted, and destroyed countless other living species and their habitats, such that the man-driven over-heating of the planet is causing a global climate catastrophe that threatens to bring down world-civilization.

 

In my view, we can at best speak of the unfinished evolution of the human species. Phrasing it that way, we can entertain the possibility of completing, or at least dramatically advancing toward our full evolutionary potential. Okay, but how in heaven’s name will that be possible?  I can imagine you saying, “The idea is preposterous!  You’re asking for a miracle!” 

 

I would say that it is possible to wake up to a new way of being, of living, of seeing and feeling each other and the world around us. Surely, we can learn how to relate to the natural world in a life-enhancing way instead of exploiting and wrecking it, as is normal for most of people in advanced economic cultures.  We can learn from indigenous peoples important things our materialist philosophers automatically negate.  We can get serious about reducing our carbon encroachment on the planet.  With luck we might at least move, however haltingly, toward signs of minimizing the damage.  A miracle we absolutely require: the species has to wise up about the waste and futility of war as a solution to anything.  

 

War everywhere is the bloody proof of the unfinished evolution of our species.  

 

I believe we need strong medicine to save us from our current half-evolved selves. The human situation, as it appears to be unfolding, does seem to need a miracle.

What do we mean when we use the word miracle?  One hears of the miracles of science and of religion. I like to think of the miracle of peace. The core sense of the word miracle suggests being astonished, amazed by something extraordinary, unexpected. Also, something that established science cannot explain. If you’re curious and don’t mind doing a little homework, there are records of all sorts of miracles available, puzzling wonders that make us smile and force us to expand our creative imagination.    (You can check out my book, Smile of the Universe: Miracles in an Age of Disbelief.

 

I have an affinity for miracles. A miraculous healing is bound to make folks smile. Besides flashes of metaphysical mirth, miracles intrigue us because they enlarge our idea of the possible.  In particular, a large portion of miracle lore transcends physical explanation. So, miracles apparently point to a hidden dimension of creative force, a place where the impossible becomes actual.

 

Miracles are also stories of struggle, danger, aspiration, breakthrough; stories of adventure and transformation.  But where do these events we call miracles come from?  We may have beliefs about the origin of miracles, but nobody knows for sure.  After all, nobody knows why there is a universe, how life originated, or why we’re conscious beings. 

 

There is one thing we know about miracles; they seem to revolve around certain people, contexts, existential scenes.  So, consider the miraculous effects produced by the Brazilian healer, Arigo, the famous “surgeon with a rusty knife.” Whatever enabled him to perform these impossible feats of surgery, it was through him that the miracles were daily performed and manifested.  Stories vary but the extraordinary event always occurs around a human being or group of humans. 

 

Now the leap of my active imagination, leading to the next suggestion.  I believe as human beings we are all in possession of extraordinary potentials. Jesus himself made a famous point about what his disciples could do.  He said, you guys can surpass me in the miracle-making department. Nobody knows where or how the next astonishing breakthrough will take place. We do know something about how people in different cultures have learned to access the latent higher powers of our species.

 

There is an ancient Greek adage, gnothi seauton, know yourself, inscribed on the temple of Apollo at Delphi.  Nowadays many people are concerned with their identity, and much of the problem lies in widespread feelings of rejection, humiliation, and social stigma. The aberrations of human conduct arise from focusing on differences between groups of people: economic, religious, political, linguistic, racial, and gender related.  

 

What we in fact need is to be educated concerning the true depth and scope of our identity, which is wider and deeper than we normally suppose.   Apart from cultural differences, it seems right to say—and more crucially to feel—that we are grounded in a common spiritual identity. Here is where we step in and devise ways of activating our imagination and creative energies.  The challenge: how to facilitate creative eruptions from our subliminal self—the self below our everyday surface awareness.

 

We are rooted, grounded in a deeper dimension of ourselves. So how, we’d like to know, do we interact, connect with, contact in some meaningful way this deeper self we have reason to believe exists?  There are many ways, to be sure.   One way is to personify the force within us.  Call out the name, if need be, create a name for the force. Great Spirit! Lord! Guardian Angel! Grandma in Heaven!  Draw on tradition or be a poet and invent.  Whatever way you can, provide a focus for your creative imagination.  Invent whatever it takes to induce an opening to your creative subconscious.  Persist in trying, aiming, until you get results. In other words, we have to learn how to converse with the deeper side of ourselves.

 

 

Friday, October 18, 2024

Technology and the Paranormal

 


 

 

What could be more at opposite ends of each other than technology and the paranormal? And yet, once we think about it, we notice a curious connection.  Technology, in fact, seems to represent the mechanization of psychic power. Technology, we could say, is the materialization of our psychic potentials.

 

We’re always reaching out.  We listen to people talking, and we can connect with them telepathically, rarely, however. And then one day Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone! Now, after thousands of years of cultural evolution, you can share the thoughts and voice of friend or foe located on the other side of the planet.  Not by ESP, but through your phone.  The phone is mechanical telepathy.  You would also like to see the face of the other you’re listening to. Instead of relying on rare clairvoyance, you have photography or a televised or zoomed interaction.  And you can save it from the ravages of oblivion, creating a kind of eternity from the fleeting moments of time.

 

Our psychic needs and impulses have begun to morph into machines. As noted, telepathy and clairvoyance have evolved into their machine counterparts.  Now consider pre- and retro-cognition.  So far we have not devised a machine that can accurately extend consciousness into the future.  But we can use our enormous information technologies to anticipate likely possibilities.  Technology cannot handle the future of human activity because of that little devil, free will; no machine will ever be invented that has free will.   We can create robots but not robots with free will or the consciousness that is the basis of free will.

 

The story changes when we consider psychokinesis, the capacity of minds to directly influence physical events including our bodies—for instance, levitation.  The saints, buddhas, and yogis were levitating long before the Wright brothers constructed the first flying machine in 1903. On this question, however, technology wildly outdoes the flying of saint Joseph of Copertino, who, as far as I know, did not ever manage to fly to the moon and back.

 

The automobile is the perfect illustration of a PK fantasy morphed into a machine.  An automated factory is a highly evolved image of mechanized magic.  But there’s a problem: the proliferation of machines we’ve invented to make life easy for us has also resulted in the climate crisis that is wreaking havoc on the entire global ecosystem.

 

That brings us to the danger-ridden side of my thesis. Unfortunately, as free agents humans regularly resort to violence to act out their intentions.  So, we evolved from using clubs, spears, and the horse to AR 15’s, tanks, battleships, jet fighters, and atomic bombs to slaughter our enemies.

 

To combat the violent propensities of human beings, we’re only at the beginning  of the creation of a peace-inducing technology. There are two interrelated forms of consciousness that consistently give rise to a peace-loving mode of being—the oneness of the mystical and of the near-death experience.

 

The near-death experience (NDE) reveals the psychological type of peace we need.   In the NDE, consciousness of the external world, mediated through brain and nervous system, is totally displaced, starting to induce the death of the body. But consciousness, not part of the brain or body, is not destroyed.  It withdraws and refocuses on the inner environment.  That is the scene where the near-death experience, its revelations and transformations, unfold. 

 

Technology need not exclusively be machine-based. We can think of a technology of behavior. So, we can ask, what can we do to gain access to the near-death consciousness without literally nearly dying?  Various parts of the answer to this question may be found in the behaviors of shamans, mystics, yogis, and saints.  Instead of having one’s consciousness violently cut off by cardiac arrest or some other near-mortal incident, like being struck by lightning, we can interrupt the normal flow of consciousness by meditation, isolation, chanting, fasting, ingesting psychedelics, and so forth. 

 

There are all sorts of procedures designed to redirect the flow of our consciousness out of the trance of mundane existence toward the light of the internal universe.  But

mainstream science has yet to accept the challenge of learning how to develop a spiritual technology. It has yet to assist us in making contact with the forms of creative consciousness that lurk beneath our everyday mental life.  But the possibilities do exist. We need to get working on it before it’s too late.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, October 14, 2024

Hope or Disaster: Vote Please

Election day is coming, and this one is like no other in world history. It’s an election for the president of the United States, the greatest and richest Empire on Earth, along with its eighty military bases spanning the globe.

 

This election is historically unique. The leader of this world power must confront at least two extraordinary challenges, as Noam Chomsky has repeatedly underscored:  realize it or not, we are coasting toward climate catastrophe and toward nuclear war, either of which promises to bring down world civilization.

 

We can only hope that our next president has heart, wisdom, and a sharp practical intellect.  We hope that person will be on the side of life for all and against the fanatics that worship wealth, race, and power.

 

So who are the candidates? Donald Trump, the former president, and Kamala Harris, the current Vice-President. This is clearly a serious choice, and will affect a world in the throes of the Kali Yuga, the age of conflicts.

 

Heart, wisdom and a sharp practical intellect.  So, how to vote?  Shall we vote for Donald Trump? Is he likely to meet the challenges that threaten our very existence?  Donald thinks the climate menace is a hoax.  He has no head for scientific and factual truth.  Trump on the climate crisis is a zero.  It’s  not on the man’s radar. So, a vote for Trump is a vote for climate catastrophe.

 

On the Heart, Wisdom, Practical Intellect scale I fail to detect any evidence of these virtues in Trump.  No one reasonably sane could ever regard him as distinguished in the realm of heart, empathy or compassion.  Donald’s M.O. is the exploitation of fear and hatred, flavored with paranoia and racism.  The appeal is not to the heart but to the bowels of resentment.  We deperately need leaders with wisdom. Trump gets minus zero on this virtue. 

 

Half the psychiatrists on the planet agree that Don is a malignant narcissicist, and let’s not forget the growing signs of dementia. The man is a  paradigm of unwisdom, notoriously obsessed with fantasies of his greatness.  There is one feature of Trump that totally disqualifies him as president: he’s a pathological liar. I wouldn’t trust him as a delivery boy in a delicatessen. As for the practical intellect we demand of our president, it’s wildly obvious that Trump is obsessed with two major things.  Revenge against his political opponents is numbr one.   

 

The other is to reorganize the government, and streamline it so that maximum power is focused in the executive branch. Once established, as Trump has told us, there will be no further need for elections.  Trump’s goal is to be a dictator; he’s on good terms with various leading dictators around the world.  So a vote for Trump is a vote for dictatorship.

 

It appears we are left with Kamala Harris and the air already seems fresher.

In terms of our scale of the three virtues we naturally hope for in a president, all I can say is that in light of what I know about Kamala, my spirit is slightly buoyed up.  However, when asked if she would part from Biden in any area of concern, she seemed to say no.

 

This would distress many people in the U.S. who are nauseated by Biden’s financial,  and military support of the Zionist genocide currently ravaging Palestine and its people.  I understand why Kamala might not yet be willing to talk about ending America’s murderous complicity with the Zionist Fascists.  But I have hope that she will change when and if she beomes president. 

 

My hope is based on something ral  I have heard Kamala speak out against the horrors inflicted on Palestinians more than once. I cannot recall Biden ever saying anything remotely compassionate or caring for the horriic plight of the Palestinian people. All he does is provide two-thousand pound bombs and billions of dollars to the Israeli murder machine.  

 

As for our last criterion, practical intellect, in a debate, we saw Kamala demolish Trump, scaring him away from any further debate with her, proving his cowardice and obvious inellectual deficiencies.      

 

The Conclusion

A vote for Harris is a vote for hope.

A vote for Trump is a vote for a the biggest BS artist in world history.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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