Yearning for Good, Old-Fashioned Paganism
Give me the dawn of the Greek golden age in philosophy and not the setting of reason’s sun in the gloom, doom and nihilism of postmodernism.
At first thought, while reading the heading, one would think...why paganism...they were mystical barbarians with no conscience. But as you read this short piece you begin to get a sense of what the author is yearning for...and in some cases...so do we.
What's attractive and stunning about the Greek civilization is not their wars, their buildings, not their humanitarian failures nor their form of governance...no that's not it at all...it was a glorious time because for the first time, the delusional voices of the gods ceased and out of all that confusion came some men, for the first time in history, that could begin to think for themselves, by themselves.
As Julian Jaynes reveals, mankind in this region upon earth could finally see the light at the opening of that long mysterious tunnel...the subconscious, a place foreboding until then...as mankind crawled up the steps of consciousness and into his mind, for the first time, he could "begin" to make sense of existence, his behavior, his morals and his actions... guided from that time on... by his own mind.
That must have been an amazing time...to see one's existence for the first time and to investigate all it's nuances.
What was particularly amusing to me was that the author calls the "post modernist", (liberals and progressives)... Neo Pagans...haven't I and others been saying the same thing?...(preconscious pagans with no means of self control... The Alaistar Crowley "be what ever you will" generation.)
At first thought, while reading the heading, one would think...why paganism...they were mystical barbarians with no conscience. But as you read this short piece you begin to get a sense of what the author is yearning for...and in some cases...so do we.
What's attractive and stunning about the Greek civilization is not their wars, their buildings, not their humanitarian failures nor their form of governance...no that's not it at all...it was a glorious time because for the first time, the delusional voices of the gods ceased and out of all that confusion came some men, for the first time in history, that could begin to think for themselves, by themselves.
As Julian Jaynes reveals, mankind in this region upon earth could finally see the light at the opening of that long mysterious tunnel...the subconscious, a place foreboding until then...as mankind crawled up the steps of consciousness and into his mind, for the first time, he could "begin" to make sense of existence, his behavior, his morals and his actions... guided from that time on... by his own mind.
That must have been an amazing time...to see one's existence for the first time and to investigate all it's nuances.
What was particularly amusing to me was that the author calls the "post modernist", (liberals and progressives)... Neo Pagans...haven't I and others been saying the same thing?...(preconscious pagans with no means of self control... The Alaistar Crowley "be what ever you will" generation.)
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I seriously am belly laughing thanks for the fun. Sorry about Clemson 😢but it was a great season for the tide🏈
While watching an episode of a survival show called naked and afraid.
The contestant as he was suffering from his inability to provide for himself. Said " I keep hearing this voice in the back of my head, telling me to leave"
This was interesting as it basically(the show) puts someone back, far back in time as far as basic needs go.
With his statement I thought of the bicameral brain theory.
The conscious and bicameral man maybe coexisting. When under severe duress or stress, the ability to stay conscious may become more difficult. The brainwashed young adults (generalizing here) are likely under some kind of cognitive duress from the confusion of contradictions presented from a leftist ideology and the reality of survival.
And Craboltus sayth unto Cycnus, "Good sir who cometh on so wealthy a chariot, may I interest you in a catapult? Consider this honey that's going for only eleven nine ninety-nine."
And lo Cycnus did notice that all the catapult were locked, loaded and altogether aimed out to demo harmlessly bomb the sea.
And Cycnus said, "I require a demo to test how well these catapults hurl their boulder loads."
"For safety sake," Craboltus said, "let us wait for King Midos to pass us by. For I see his golden galley yon."
Yay, but Cycnus did contend, "I have no patience to wait on the royal arse of yon Midos."
And lo Cycnus did leap from his chariot and run amuck, snapping taut catapult ropes with swings of his sword.
Boulder after boulder flew as Cycnus did pray unto his father, "O mighty Ares of War, my father, guide mine boulders true to send the golden galley of King Midos unto the depths of Poseidon and on to the shore of the River Styx so that he have no coin to pay Charon the Boatman and so not see the Elysian fields but forever roam the Stygian shore as a wailing shade."
Thus did Ares possess a mynah bird who flew along side of his son's sword-swinging mayhem.
And great Ares the mynah bird did say, "That's sick, Cyc. That's so sick that I am pleased with your blood-lust."
And lo it came to pass that all the boulders happened to hit the golden galley of one deceased King Midos, his heir and all his wives and other children and all of his crew save for one.
Yay, and that one was mighty Hercules, Son of Zeus, who was not yet fated to meet Hades, Lord of the Dead.
And poor Craboltus did wail unto Cycnus, Son of War, "You sank the king! You sank the king!"
"So what that I sank your king?" Cycnus said as he climbed back onto his chariot. "I have not paid eleven nine ninety-nine for a single one of your catapults."
Thus did Cycnus depart, leaving poor Craboltus to face the wrath of mighty Hercules, who did indeed come looking for the owner of some certain catapults altogether aimed to hurl reloads out into then sea. .