The Deep Psyche of the Middle East: Acupuncture/Moxibustion for Earth's Eros?
by Dan Winter
(Excerpted from his new book, 8/98 in print)
Two young ladies visited the farm here recently. They were quite concerned, to the point of song writing emotionalism and loss of sleep, over the on-going conflict in the Middle East, the "crotch" of the globe.
They asked me pointed questions about the irony of mass killing to keep alive a seemingly "unspiritual" western consumerism based on oil. Karla, the lady who spent the weekend fine tuning her guitar composition on the messy human horror/stupidities of the war, really took the time to probe this "sterile" & "from a distance" view on the psychoanalysis of a war. This she did in spite of my assuring her at the outset that it wouldn't fit in her song.
God should forbid that I should know what could fit in her song. Sorry Karla, you're right I take that back. And I love your songs. I guess we should never be sure our own emotion is riding the longest wave.
So yes here it is. You said, where can I get more information about this idea that in order to understand conflict, we need the context of the one living body vision of the energy metabolism of our globe.
I will not apologize at the outset of this "apology for war" for needing to include sex. A real grokking of the energy dynamics of how a body turns individual cellular energy into collective body wide energy needs to be a bit sexy. That is to say, whether or not we care to drag Reich or Freud into the fray, the economy of body juices being turned into blue fire is sexual politics. Besides, I'm a Scorpio, and we don't apologize for such things.
So yes, let's start somewhere. Like with some question such as: Is there any possible reason NOT to be upset over this war in the middle east? And be careful, because esoteric symbolism better be fine screened to hold much water when someone's brother's blood is flowing.
At one point in the conversation with Karla, I considered possible solace from the film Blue Lagoon. Remember when the boy and girl were growing up isolated and out of context on an island. The first thing the evolution of puberty did was set the two to bitter fighting. They had new energy to work with. They needed to touch in a new way. They hadn't developed the rhythm. So, trying to touch hurt. And they fought.
Of course it's still something of a strain to take a kids-in-school, kind of slapped paddies, view of these bombs in the gulf.
Then, there may be a clue here. Why was that Lagoon blue? What's that you say, I'm stretching it if I say it's the same reason the light on prostitution row is blue.
Humor me a moment. Consider the biophysicist who particularly notes the high frequency light burst which comes out of the cell at the moment of (sexual?) replication (meiosis/meitosis) is BLUE? (Well OK, U/V, ultraviolet -- close enough.) Note particularly the energetics of cellular metabolism is driven by meticulously assembled, highly ordered, UV or blue light. This is light which is at the high frequency, high order density end of the spectrum. The "symbolism" is the completion of the packing plant process to highly assembled orderliness. This light coming out of cell metabolism from food into DNA, has made the trip over the rainbow!
Now what does this have to do with our collective psychological symptom: bomb dropping behavior?
The Earth's energy economy is like one large human body learning to channel it's creative "blue fire," or sexual energy. Oil is the memory reservoir of stored biological fire. Now in order to really understand this slightly more than New York City cab driver "metafor" about global Eros economy, we're gonna need to delve into this "Tantra" sex thing a bit. So if that's not your "cup o' tea", you could stop reading now, and trash the idea that sex has anything to do with -- anything. Or you could read on, and gamble that your collective sex life may improve.
Tantra is an ancient spiritual description of how standard vanilla sexual energy in the lower body gets carefully "pumped up" like a snake charmed, into the brain. There it explodes into sweet "ecstatic" fire. Sounds like a neat idea. But it's pretty dubious if it's not part of your personal inventory of explored highs.
The sense in which a retention of orgasmic juices can net charge a union is of course anything but esoteric. You save the fire, and build the heat, so that later the sparks will burst into flame enough to light up the relationship. (If this begins to sound like a Harlequin romance, check the page count and the happy ending.) Tantra is not hard to understand when you put it in this kind of language.
Now the human body has been cells working together for a much shorter time, than those cells were cells working separately. The result is that it requires still elaborate negotiating to get a proper democratic distribution of those fiery juices. From down to up the cellular ladders of society, penis to brain and back -- there are often arguments about where decisions are made.
Collecting the cellular blue light into a blue dish at the base of the spine is accomplished by foreplay/touch. Attention serves to cup and hold the flame. The cells get their jollies; their tendency toward crystallized "horns" of high frequency "rocks" off. (I didn't realize how much fun it was going to be to write this honest. Some crappy emotional dis-dancing for me to call war: asynchronous orgasm -- but wait.)
Remember that movie comedy about the cells down in the lower sexual centers trying to get their show together to choreograph orgasm. Answering the phone line up to the brain was not feasible after a certain momentum was gained. The action was too hot.
When replicative motifs are embarked, raw creative power takes over. In cellular terms, it's an animal urge. Quite a strain indeed, to compromise all this orgasmic impulse, blue fire spitting, lower glandular stuff, with the polite request of the upper brain for its share of this "sweet crude" nectar of the Gods.
Psychologically speaking, a war could easily break out. In which negotiating might be impossible, if not tense.
Now I am not saying that there is some mysterious esoteric vague way for sexual juice to get up into the brain. I am saying there is a specific, hydrodynamically pumped, spinal pipeline. It is entered like a straw at the stinger at the base of the spine. The pump is emotionally coherent glandular sonics. The medium is the clear spinal fluid. And the destination is a fountain into the upper brain. The mechanics are elaborately documented in the East in the yoga Tantra sutras, and in the west in the Sacro- Cranial Pulse work of Upledger in Florida. (As well as Dr. Lee Sanella's book: Kundalini: Psychosis or Transcendence?)
And the taste -- dripping onto the back of the tongue, from the base of the brain -- is SWEET. No kidding.
All right, buy it or not, there it is. There is a certain circular possible economy for the creative juices in a biological body. In a negotiated settlement, some of the energy nectar flows up. The supercharged nervous system, responds with superconductive coherence (psychoactive hormonally), which hopefully, yields a vision which sees better now the needs of the lower bodily platform (the crotch), whose sacrifice shipped this fire around the horn in the first place.
In other words, the nervous system has a debt to pay for its ecstatic moments. If the lower glands have controlled themselves enough to ship orgasmic juices, blue fire, up into the nervous system, they deserve a payback. The nervous system should develop the integrity to arrange a totally proportional geometry of wealth, yielding health to all the glands. Our best microwave dishes and educational TV did not reach Arab schools. Sexual glands without nervous enervation will rebel.
You're getting the flavor. All right you say. Maybe America means media. And maybe that is an electronic nervous system for the globe -- an intelligent weapon.
But those Iraqi Arabs did not want our culture. They were into separateness.
Here we need more perspective. Enough distance and anything can be fit together you say. . .
So James DiMeo PhD., writes this article: "Patriarchy and Desertification" for Wildfire Magazine. Elaborate archeological data confirms -- yep you track hard, separate, patriarchal (Arab?) cultures spread around the belly of the cradle of civilization on the globe, and sure enough what do we find -- DESERTS spreading to wherever these cultures take root. He did the maps in detail. It's hard to ignore. It's practically a desert storm just to look at the data.
Now, I have written at length about the biophysics of wet touch making power versus dry hard making power. In summary, the psycho-physiology of matriarchal touch permissive, extended family, long wave braid is literally a description of what happens to molecules in clouds to make rain. The collective emotion's food for the gravity field is the creation of the wave cascade into coherence between frequencies. (The fractal vortex mindfully labeled in striptease parlance: an "attractor.") What seeds clouds is a field. Coherence of field is the only well documented way to measure emotion and its effect of order building in the body.
All of which is to say, if you but hang with the conceptual program even slightly, you too can understand in more than a hippy dippy way, why emotion, particularly collective cultural emotion, has to effect precipitation. Precipitation is the name for what happens when waves cohere. Touch, in the context of order, is what coheres. Touch is what is forbidden in Arabic culture. Not only would they not suffer their women to be touched. They would not suffer their religion to be touched. Their stone is hard, black and angular.
Adamic (as in the Adamic race) means Red making or hard making power. They did that. The Arabic brothers have been made hard in the desert.
OK, are we so wet and touched over here? At least A-mere-I-go means going to Mother. (Amerigo We-espy-you-chi). Which would seem to be the opposite of patriarchy. (Not that we have succeeded --hardly.)
The boys in Lord of the Flies fought out of lack of context. In isolation there can be no love. This is because the Lo-Phi, Phi-cycle Golden Mean harmonic cascade which defines love, has no place to go -- out of context.
Context dependency accounts for high signal to noise in DNA. (Just like well kneaded bread -- a fold on a fold.)
Let's return them to the fold. Soon.
Two brothers. One gift was not acceptable. Killing resulted.
Hardness was important to feel. Careful this doesn't become an atomic race. To see what part-I-call is MOST hard -- atomically not-separable.
As Starseed Transmissions By Ken Carey indicates, the destiny of biology in the form of (informed by) human consciousness is to metabolize starlight directly. The next fossil fuel weaned generation of energy devices, understanding the gravity of the "scalar" harmonic series as a fractal, digests gravity for energy directly. Variously and incorrectly called "free energy", and zero point energy devices, they all require a responsibility directly to the collective bloodstream gravity coherence body of Gaia herself.
One of the ironies of this conflict over the value of old energy, is that just this class of devices would have eliminated the greed over oil. And it was the former Bush directed CIA which succeeded in suppressing them! (Claiming national security required making "secret", CF CIA vs Adam Trombley "Closed Path Faraday Disk Magnetic Generator", last contact for Adam Trombley, the CIA hounded inventor at "Project Earth" was % Nancy Oliphant, 210 Lake Ave, Aspen, CO 81611, 303 925 1026.)
Symbolism: the CIA as agents for the oil economy, out of fear, prevents evolution of global energy metabolism. Biology's folded liquid store of solar memories, as fossil fuel, is supposed to run out, just like the completed consumption of the egg white causes the chick to crack out of the egg. A whole new digestion requiring the whole body to work in a new way is needed, one that is responsive to a world outside it's shell. The flow of sweet crude, buried in the folds inside, only primed the pump.
Gaia is a Monarch unfolding wings in a Chrysalis. The last thing you see before its' first flight is a black sticky substance. If the little boy tries to help pull it out of its shell too soon, it's wings will never unfold from the black goo. Only struggle from within to unpack against the shell, produces the strength and will to transform.
No need to be vindictive only corrective. The very dirty laundry of the same CIA & George Bush delivering NATO's arms to the Middle East unfolds in gory detail in the October Surprise book fresh from the Reagan/Bush staff by Barbara Honneger. Again, fear instead of love served the old metabolism. Patriarchy is a "hard" making power. Matriarchy would touch and make "wet" the stored seeds, across the membrane of separateness. The Blue Fire moves upward to a new center of gravity, in a transformed fold as flame that does not consume!
When Tantric ecstatic discipline is learned, a new form of prana breathing energy source becomes available to the body; seeds of what is childishly labeled breatharianism in the body, or Zero Point/ Scalar/Free Energy technology for the planet body. Collectively and culturally we have yet to learn the energy digestion metabolism, to breathe in this light.
It is a very subtle thing to harness the water wheel of the frequency cascade we call gravity for energy. The gravity bubble's non-homogeneity is the frequency folded storehouse we call collective mind. As Gurdjieff said, coherent emotion feeds the Earth. In order to tap that sweetness in a longer wave, Gaia will have to trust us with her blood, which she has garnered sweetly from biology, preparing her ecstatic relationship to her larger gravity body (of context) the solar system.
The ratio is relationship; love, to quote John Lennon, is all you need.