by Wayness Tamm-Clattuc
“It’s taking in the World and not being took in BY the World!” [al-Wuq]
As a jungian psychologist (now retired) I am pleased with this find, below. It is a bona fide piece of what I have called “folk spirituality”. It is a fine example of the perceptive mental contents that can arise to expression among gifted men and woman among the growing population of the underfolk. In today’s postmodern situation in which we are clinging on to trying to live in the exhausted late-modern professional past, the numbers of the latter are burgeoning. They are all of the people who whether for reasons of “neurosis” or an innate drive to another more-encompassing morality simply do not find a place in the fading old world order of the old Atlantic West. Many of course suffer badly right to the end and often wind up completely clientized and medicated by the tenured and subsidized professional class. It is interesting to note that as more and more are so therapeutically subordinated, fewer and fewer actually ever “get better”. Not a few others, though, report that the resentments of youth and mid-life at being excluded from the present feast fade; these generally enjoy much better luck in evading diagnosis or any other interference. As the letter-writer quoted here, “Grampa al-Wug”, said to me, “All circumstances are about equal as to satisfaction in this life…what is most important is to make a success of so-called ‘failure’ if that is one’s duty. After all, until ALL possible destinies are transformed in SOME kind of brassy cheerful way the work of human being is not yet over….” The other point is that very many of these “workers” do not make any sort of public splash at all and conduct their meditations over time more and more in solitude. “It is a matter first of all of making completely new the inner human landscape that is our destination and above all of SEEING everyone and everything to safety there,” says al-Wuq. “It’s taking in the world and not being took in BY the world!”
The following, then, are two letters between friends that can supply plenty of food for thought for those so minded. The two men were classmates many years ago, and while neither found conventional success, the man called Marco very sensibly had a good instinct, moved far out into the country and, today, keeps Belgian draft horses in northern Minnesota; al-Wuq was perhaps the more fanciful and made long excursions in the Peace Corps into Islamic and later, back home in America, Native American spirituality. Needless to say, the result is — on the face of it — a real mish-mash. But, I am more than pleased to call the two my friends. It is these “untaught” lives after all that are the heart and soul of our general human progress, beyond ourselves and the bitter tyranny of the otherwise hopeless and death-ridden “here-and-now”:
1 March 2010
Mark-O, here is a Norfolk & Western RR 2-8-2 steam locomotive steamliner being built in the shops in Roanoke, VA. At about when we were being born. That was what late-modernity looked like. That is all over with now, Old Uncle Outhousdespidersson! [aka, “Grampa al-Wug” — WT-C]
2 March 2010
Mr. al-Wuq Of the Outhouse —
Wow! That’s a monster! I loved the picture of the other steamer you sent under the sky. Yeah, too bad steam isn’t “carbon-neutral” like “nucular.” Hope you are well and happy, you old dog.
15 Rabi 1431
Marco, I expect the way forward is, well, the way through. Obviously we are part of Nature and, so, the best position is to observe and be ready when creative individuals find us new ways “out”. Very possibly onto other scales or gauge-fields. (Our kids already play at Virtual Reality!) This molecular setup in this epoch of the Universe has an intolerably high signal-to-noise ratio. Look at aging, the cancers, men and women, “Vice-President” Cheney. This deficiency is dead obvious to anyone who has ever noted the itchy and grubby disjunction always between imagination and collective “reality”. Even mere down-to-Earth sex fantasy doesn’t stand the chance of a crow in Hell. There is always somebody who can’t…or else, deliberately, won’t! I expect there is all sorts of room in the Universe, though, and that all of Life past, present and future is “already” present in Dr Hawking’s light-cone. It is a matter of making our way “there”. The individuals who in unknown solitude in St Louis and Kiev and Kalgoorlie “see” a better and above all bigger World into being are the new magicians. The neurological activity of the cerebral cortex is physically real, it is as real as farts, and the effects are even more longterm in the Universe in the end than that. In other words, outward scientists by dutifully and humbly gathering all the genomic info we now can, will indeed make the last contribution this version of Science as now set up can hope to do in this direction. But, it is simply wasting time if it becomes a political question of “making” the public schools either include Darwin or throw out creationism. Those are the finally-false binarisms of late-modernity, and the late-modern age ended in Berlin in late 1989. The Science of modernism in other words is over with, also. What looms is the re-creation by Nature of itself in our persons as we pass into post-humanity. The destination is The Beyond, of all that is, was or shall be. But, it is just ridiculous now to suppose we are going to take Heaven by storm with these DFL Sarah Palin chimpanzees! Even “global warming” is NOT going to make homo sap work together better than before. What it may serve to do is to fuel some pious excuses for massacres that will make the childish railroad fantasies at Auschwitz of the SS fade into child’s play. This after all is the real root desire of the heart of the Shadow of all who love the “environment” and do not want change, and who ever got pissed off when some useless asshole ran over a turtle, or else got their panties in a wad when some cat offed a “songbird“. For my own part, when I win my next lottery, I will do my part to SPEED the process along; that is after all the essence of islamic submission to the will of existence:
‘inshAllah, I am going to build a full-scale working copy of a Norfolk & Western Railway 2-8-8-2 Y6b steam locomotive complete with three hundred coal cars. Then, I am going to buy a coal mine in order to run the thing and haul coal and nuclear waste and old panty liners around all over the place! If he acts nice about this, I will even invite Senator Al Gore to go for a spin! Now sleep tight, you kids….
PS, Okay, here’s a picture of me several mortalities back, hauling away on the Throttle Of Possibility!
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[3 March 2010]