Back in the late ’60s, when I was a graduate student in philosophy, I was advised, when deciding on a dissertation topic, to “pick something small, something already well researched and easy to get a handle on. After all, you want to get out of here, don’t you?” (YES!) Finally, the clincher: “All you need to prove is that you can use footnotes.” This was my teacher talking. Thank god for his cynicism about the picayune business of academic philosophy.
But I couldn’t compartmentalize. My mind just wouldn’t go there. By this time, my left brain had been eclipsed by my right brain, and consequently, my “problem” was philosophy itself, what had happened to it since Socrates or even before that. How did “philos-sophy,” the love of wisdom, get desiccated into a bunch of dead white men’s tiny ideas? Even in the beginning of my graduate “career,” when I was still a “good student,” I kept being personally pulled out of dry, academic, convoluted analysis into the threads that connect developmental psychology and sociology and linguistics and history of science and mysticism — and and and!
So when it came time for the dissertation, I was in trouble. How to pick a little thing when my problem was the whole thing? My mind was, literally, no longer capable of focusing microscopically. It kept zooming out into a cosmic overview, or zooming into the underlying substratum — both of which, I intuitively knew, held everything in common, out of which and into which everything that seemed so separate dissolved into oneness.
Believe me, had I been able to, I would have compartmentalized. But something in me was stirring at the bottom of my soul, and it wanted to gather up tendrils from anywhere and everywhere to show the myceliac tissue of which they were all composed and which prevented us from connecting our minds to our bodies and our inherent communion with each other and the natural world. The real “common sense,” if you will. Not the so-called common sense where we have no senses in common, but our sensing in common what is real.
So, when, in the early ’80s, Marilyn Ferguson’s book “The Aquarian Conspiracy’ hit the stands, it’s title was a revelation. Strangely enough, I had never looked up the etymology of the word “conspiracy,” but she had. And this book was her result. Here’s an excerpt from her 2008 obit in the LA Times which captures the effect her book had on us “New Agers.”
“In 1975, Ferguson turned an interest in human potential into an influential monthly newsletter, Brain/Mind Bulletin, which reported on new discoveries in neuroscience and psychology. That work led her to discern that a massive “cultural realignment” was occurring, a conspiracy in the root sense of disparate forces all breathing together to produce personal and social change.
“The Aquarian Conspiracy” was the era’s first comprehensive analysis of seemingly unconnected efforts — scientists investigating biofeedback, midwives running alternative birthing centers, politicians encouraging creative government, a Christian evangelist promoting meditation, an astronaut exploring altered states of consciousness — that were “breathing together” in their break from mainstream Western practices and beliefs in medicine, psychology, spirituality, politics and other fields.
“The book’s message was optimistic. “After a dark, violent age, the Piscean, we are entering a millennium of love and light — in the words of the popular song ‘the Age of Aquarius,’ the time of ‘the mind’s true liberation,’ ” Ferguson wrote. Aquarians, by her definition, were people who sought a revolution in consciousness, to “leave the prison of our conditioning, to love, to turn homeward. To conspire with each other and for each other.”
Marilyn Ferguson returned to the original meaning of the word “conspiracy” in writing her massively influential book. Somewhere along the line, however, the word had taken on a negative connotation, and Aquarian Conspiracy notwithstanding, it’s still held there in the mind-controlled mass consciousness, used to label and denigrate anyone who thinks holistically and who breathes together with others of like mind.
For example, in the same online dictionary, which I quoted in the title of this post, the word is rendered currently like this:
[kuhn-spahyuhr] Show IPA verb, -spired, -spir·ing.
So what gives? What transmogrified breathing together in harmony into something nasty, evil? And when? I have a hunch that “evil” started to color this word about 300 years ago, when the industrial age in activity and the “Age of Enlightenment” in learning began. Why? Because that’s when we left the farm for the city and started to compartmentalize life, separate out this from that, focus on analysis rather than synthesis. Epistemologically, it’s only a short step from compartmentalization to secrecy. Ethically, it’s the same short step into “I was just doing my job,” and “I didn’t know what the results of my work were being used for.”
The most famous secret program is of course the Manhattan Project, which apparently employed 120,000 people at its peak! The project succeeded in remaining secret because each person was just “doing his part” “doing his job” in a project which, if at least some of them had known what they were up to, would have spilled the beans as early whistleblowers for the then gearing-up military/industrial complex.
Today, we get wind of a massive black ops program that has been in operation since World War II; we know that 9/11 was an inside job and that therefore nothing that the government says can be trusted; we know our democracy is phony; we recognize the perniciousness of industrialized agriculture and medicine and education and religion; more and more of us are alarmed by the massively expanding internal security apparatus of the U.S.; grants from corporations or corporatized governmental bodies prop up universities where individuals in labs “just doing their jobs” don’t know what the results of their work is being used for. Or don’t care, they’ve been dumbed down so much to obey “authority” and stay scared of “losing their jobs.”
Indeed, in a society in which sanity is defined as obedience, Anti-authoritarianism is diagnosed as a mental disorder.
As David Icke has pointed out for over 20 years now, what we are doing is reconnecting the dots. We’re finally getting it, how the industrial age pulled us apart and focused us in on tiny stuff so that we wouldn’t/couldn’t ever see the whole of what was going on.
Thanks to the internet, we “conspirators” are now conspiring in the original sense of that word. Breathing together, recognizing how we’re all in this together, and that the very first thing we have to do is wake up to all of it, connect all the dots, wherever and whenever we see them.
What got me to writing this piece this morning is a few recent events, or”dots,” that I sense are somehow connected. They include the Trayvor Martin killing and the Tulsa, Oklahoma killing spree, both of which I sense were false flag psyops to incite racial hatred and violence in America — easy steps towards martial law and full-on police state reality.
And just this morning, a new dot, the death of artist Thomas Kinkade, this article: “Thomas Kinkade: Murdered by the illuminati?” The reason that I take this article seriously, is because it points out a connection with especially his recent art and Disney themes. Having read a number of accounts by mind controlled slaves (check wanttoknow.info for “mind control” articles), I am well aware of the Disney connection.
Now of course, this article on Thomas Kinkade may be barking up the wrong tree. As could any single interpretation of any event or process. But the point is, my mind is geared to thinking conspiratorially. Ever since graduate school, I’ve been needing to see “the big picture,” not just the little stuff. Needing to know what keeps us divided, not just to live in my own little cubicle. And ultimately, like all of us “conspiracy nuts,” needing to help humanity find a way out of the tiny little boxes that we’ve gradually found ourselves imprisoned within. Including the tiny little box that is Earth herself, disconnected from the cosmos!
It’s all one thing, folks, and it’s all Love, underneath the hate and fear that we’ve been conditioned to not just expect but to foment further.