A reminder today of a tried and true technique known as the Hegelian dialectic, a.k.a.: Problem. Reaction. Solution.
The scriptwriters create the problem, foment the reaction (i.e., point out the problem, call for revolution) and then use that revolution, propaganda and spin to implement the next (seemingly opposite) exact, same underlying agenda.
“The Hegelian dialectic is the ridiculous idea that constant conflict and continual merging of opposite ideologies, as established by extreme right or left belief systems, will lead spiritual mankind into final perfection. (Americans understood man’s spiritual quests to be outside the realm of government control). Hegel’s brilliance rests in his ability to confuse and obfuscate the true motives of the planners, and millions of people world-wide have been trying to make sense of why it doesn’t work for over 150 years. But like the AA definition of insanity, the world keeps trying it over and over expecting different results. …”
It’s happening right before our very eyes, and it will likely ramp up, since those scriptwriters realize that “we” are “catching on” to their schemes, too easily predicting the next development.
But are we really?
Before jumping onto the next spiritual/political bandwagon offered on mainstream news and celebrating the triumph of “truth” being spoken there, do recall who owns the media. Before getting swept away in the saga of the one, true solution for all time, everyone, everywhere, that which “must be,” do take a breath of God/dess and recenter yourself. Ground yourself. Feel your abdomen and feet. Allow any wild zaps and kundalini overloads to release back into the Earth, which you currently inhabit during this lifetime. This is your natural state from which to notice any energy tugs and manipulations.
Not everyone has studied revolutions, and that’s fine, but if you have (and I have — that was a main interest of mine in college, including multiple graduate level history courses on the Russian and French Revolutions, as well as thought revolutions like the Enlightenment, Art History, and the History of Christianity) … if you’ve studied revolutions, then you notice familiar strategies and patterns.
A lot of people with a lot of money and power are dumping a great deal of money and influence to open “amazing” doors for a spiritual-political campaign designed to usher in what Russell Brand gushingly called a “socialist egalitarian utopia.” Sounds good, right? Doesn’t it? I mean, tow the line here, isn’t it refreshing? Right on? Just what we need? You are enlightened, aren’t you? You do consider yourself more spiritually evolved than the average bear, don’t you? Hey! You know we’re all One. You know, the New Age BORG! We will assimilate until we achieve perfection. C’mon, you know you want it. A “socialist egalitarian utopia” that radically redistributes wealth and taxes the hell out of corporations sounds pretty frickin’ awesome.
On the surface.
It reminds me of “Liberté, égalité, fraternité.” Perhaps you recall “Liberté, égalité, fraternité.” In English: “Liberty, equality, brotherhood,” the powerful slogan that turned the French Revolution into one of the most vicious bloodbaths in history, complete with guillotines. “Sneezing the basket” became a national past time: warm fuzzies and spurting jugulars all over the place! Ditto the Bolshevik Revolution’s “Peace, Bread, Land,” a slogan which began as a call to the beleaguered working class and eventually ushered in Joseph Stalin’s famines, genocide and the KGB. Ditto Hitler’s Germany, which grew from the carefully managed “völkische Bewegung” — Folk Movement, “the German interpretation of the populist movement, with a romantic focus on folklore and the ‘organic’.”
Here’s the deal: desperation breeds willful gullibility. When people become desperate — and the scriptwriters will continue to build conflict so more and more people feel that way (isn’t it intense?! Gosh, we can hardly stand it) — then along comes Someone who stokes that frustration and anger into a frenzied call to Action. It’s not difficult to do when people feel hungry, weak, impoverished, and unable to change their (carefully scripted) circumstances. Along comes some celebrity or a charismatic figure who shoots to the top, “miraculously” expressing all the deepest (expertly crafted) longings and frustrations of the masses. A rising star. A knight in shining armor. Prince Charming. Vladimir Lenin. Adolf Hitler (oh, yes, he was wildly popular until he wasn’t).
Insert hero du jour here.
Do real, pure leaders exist? In rare cases, yes, of course they do. But please beware the easy, star ready, against all odds, Hollywood-esque mythic hero, which is far more common. If you don’t want to slog through history texts, then I really suggest reading a writer’s handbook called, “The Key: How to Write Damn Good Fiction Using the Power of Myth.” Learning how to construct a story that draws everyone in using the power of myth will do wonders for your ability to discern (scripted) “spontaneous” revolutions, disclosures and events. You’ll begin to think like a writer and will find yourself anticipating the next plot twist. Then boom, there it is, right on cue, right on the news … or … for a really believable “twist,” watch it spew all over “alternative” media in the Hegelian inverse of mockingbird MSM.
Better yet, throw in some kind of Guardian Figure, an Anti-Hero, and a suspenseful Chase Scene. Wow, what a page turner! A veritable blockbuster. People will Eat. It. Up. Even people who know better. Because when you pepper even the stupidest, most banal, tiresome, obvious plots and characters with the spice of myth, suddenly, you create that magic combo of salt, sugar and fat: you trigger addictive eating. The “Please, Sir, may I have some more?” Reflex. You evoke mindless consumption that sneaks thousands of empty calories past even the strictest dietary dictocrats.
I’m telling you, when you study how to construct stories using myth, you’ll notice contrived mythic plots all over the place. The current scriptwriters have allowed themselves to get sloppy because so few people recognize the power of myth anymore. In fact, our soul-deficient culture is so starved for myth that people gobble it up in whatever perverted forms they find it — usually some thinly coated Hegelian story designed to trigger public demands for the very plot development the scriptwriters next need to justify. Just like you can’t make an enormous plot leap without providing connecting stories, character development and reasonable cause, neither can spiritual-political scriptwriters just leap to a One World Government, One World Cashless Economy, and One World Religion. “No way! We’re onto them. We would never go for that!”
Well, no certainly not. Unless Someone — some underdog (Snowden?), some handsome hero (Russell Brand?), some feisty female (Sarah Palin?) — starts to dole out little mythic appetizers … crumbs of “truth” that stoke our hunger for myth, flavors that turn our severe myth deficiencies into raving cravings. If Someone puts the right characters and symbols into the right mythic context, the starved masses will find themselves screaming and growling for the happily ever after. Right on cue, like a gut reflex.
Enter, the palate cleanser, followed by the pièce de résistance — that perfect segue to the next scene or the next (of) course. With enough subplots driving the
agenda story, forward, the readers/viewers/masses will get so swept away they won’t even remember it’s all fiction, carefully orchestrated to move the intended plot arch to its pre-outlined conclusion.
All revolutions “revolve” in a circle. Etymology also gives lots of clues. I ask you to ponder the difference between revolution and evolution. Most people don’t. Instead, they periodically (and quite predictably) clamor for a revolution, which takes them past the 180 opposite and all the way to 360, which just happens to be exactly where they started. Never mind that history belies the “inherent goodness” of a “socialist egalitarian utopia,” bringing instead, State-sponsored murder, mass starvation, poverty and oppression. History’s hard to swallow. But myth, ah, myth goes down easy, and the myth speaks otherwise. Plato’s Republic with its “meritocracy,” its elite, enlightened controllers … a meritocracy for the greatest good of “all” goes down real easy, like a smooth white wine. The self-appointed elite can drink all they want, and yet somehow, only regular folks seem to get the hangovers. We’re all in this together, though, right? Liberté, égalité, fraternité!
“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”
Those final lines come from Ernest Hemingway’s “The Sun Also Rises,” a book I used to read every single Spring. The entire book is a “roman à clef or roman à clé — French for novel with a key, … a novel about real life, overlaid with a façade of fiction.” It details the twisted, dysfunctional illusions of the perfect romance, that ideal love that never quite materializes through the haze of alcoholism and PTSD.
As humans, we love the world of Forms, the Platonic Ideals. Our souls crave Ideals and sniff for distant whiffs of a long, lost Garden of Eden or Atlantean Paradise. Oh, how we long for that smell, that memory! We want it so bad we can almost taste it. Must taste it. Oh, we’re so hungry for it, aren’t we? We’re so hungry that some of us would even settle for a genetically modified, laboratory invented, artificial flavor instead of the real, whole food. “What difference does it make?” We are dying for something — anything — that we can associate with the missing element. Anything that remotely reminds us of our soul. Even an inferior, toxic, artificially flavored, colored and engineered substitute.
Effective scriptwriters know this. They’ve purposely starved our society of soul, leaving most people vulnerable to addictions, deceptions and manipulations.
You can break the habit, though. You can upgrade your consumption — and thereby upgrade your output. Feed your soul, and you won’t feel so vulnerable. Read actual myths and real (not Disney-fied) fairy tales, and you’ll start to correct your myth deficiency. You’ll also reclaim forgotten pieces of your soul, which allow you to heal from personal and societal trauma.
They say, “Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” Haven’t we had enough empty revolutions? Aren’t we tired of latest-greatest’s that leave us in the same, old underlying state of starvation? Aren’t we ready for something with appealing flavor and substance? As with food, homegrown evolutions offer the most security. If you don’t know the farmer, and you don’t know the company, then how do you know that prepackaged “food” will sustain you? If you don’t recognize agendas, and you don’t analyze ingredients, then how do you know you want to swallow that “revolution”? You are what you eat. Best to grow your own or know the growers. Then you know for sure what’s in it.
I don’t approve of the personal jabs in the following Red Ice discussion; attacking people instead of their ideas weakens an otherwise cogent analysis. I don’t claim to know Russell’s intentions, but I do recognize the script and where it’s headed. Personally, I’ve read that script, seen the flick, watched the reruns, mouthed the punchlines, memorized the soundtrack, anticipated the action figures at Walmart — and I’m bored.
But that’s just me. It’s not my place — or the government’s place or any celebrity’s or rising star’s place — to stir you into a frenzied call for change. I simply want to encourage you to use discernment. Fulfill your need for myth with the real deal so you’re not quite so vulnerable to the same old, tired, rehashed plots, themes, and characters. Eat real food so you can ditch the brain fog and re-member your own, natural vitality. Study history. Listen to and analyze the words — what’s said and especially what’s not said. Beware the Artful Dodger. Perhaps most importantly, learn how to craft your own story, even if you never intend to write and publish your autobiography. Live it!
You have good taste and amazing powers of Creation. Use ‘em or lose ‘em.