Sunday, July 22, 2018

Words Becoming Flesh




If his own story is to be believed, Saul of Tarsus was a murdering zealot who killed the very witnesses of the story he would one day claim as his own.  In the letters compiled in a fourth century book that has unleashed fanaticism costing the lives of millions across two millennia, he instructed his followers to imitate him[1].  Ironic, don’t you think, that a man who killed the very people who might have had an actual memory of the facts he and his Greek collaborator Luke sought to control for their own influence imposed his narrative on a terrified population?  Interesting that his only encounter with the man who’s teachings he represented to intimately know was a blinding flash of light and a thunder clap en route to Damascus.  Equally fascinating is the fact that a man described as the Prince of Peace would need a murder and – a few centuries later – a genocidal Roman emperor to advance his message.  If you haven’t read the accounts of the Council of Nicea where a bunch of men decided what “truth” was sanctioned and what wasn’t, have a look.  Not surprisingly, any narrative that didn’t reify oppression, suffering, and sacrifice didn’t make the cut.  Ultimate “truth” it seems, relied upon its sworn opponents to persist.

Of course poverty, murder, torture, oppression and apocalyptic genocide mark the aspirational end of times.  Easy to describe hell when you recall the blood dripping from stones and truncheons used to terrorize a population into “belief”.  To the literate elite goes the story and the telling thereof while the uneducated masses cower in fear of whatever god-king is making their life excruciating.

When I was a little boy, I sat through countless church services where the ego behind the pulpit would credential itself with fantastic tales of depravity leading to the hero’s epic crescendo of “finding” Jesus after a life of “sin”.  For those of you who didn’t get the experience, “sin” usually involved sex, money, greed, power, dominion, and, on the off chance, some dancing with the Devil.  The evidence of a transformed life was the shunning of these for the “promise” of a gilded afterlife.  At my grandfather’s funeral, my voice joined the chorus of a few hundred who declared:

“For thee all the follies of sin I resign.  My blessed Redeemer, My savior art Thou… I’ll love Thee in Life and I will Love Thee in Death.”

While this was a fitting song to mark the passage of my grandfather who left the indelible mark in his grandson’s life that he would rather “be with the Lord” than with his grandchildren, I increasingly ponder the epigenetic effect of the years of acoustic indoctrination to which I was both subject and a brainwashed participant.  I wonder how much my first two decades of ritualistic indoctrination have defiled my capacity for living?  Having had the honor of experiencing lived experience in cultures across the globe, I know that the aperture through which “truth” was defined for me was both narrow and corrupted with diffractions that served to filter Light.  For nearly half a century, I’ve worked to unshackle the manacles that held me in Plato’s cave wall and I’m starting to blink my eyes open in nature’s glorious Light.  Sadly, like the protagonist in Plato’s allegory, those who remain chained can only despise a life that is worth living now for the illusory whimsy of a hereafter.

While careful triangulation of multicultural history has dimly lit the treachery of the orchestrated indoctrination of my youth – from cathedrals, tombs and temples ranging from Peru to Paris, from to Egypt to China – I still feel my sympathetic nervous system flood with toxic apprehension when the tenants of “faith” meet the reality of living.  That’s right, words that were recited, hymns that were sung, prayers that were offered, lashes that fell in the name of “truth” and “love” all form the perverse incantation that conjure desecration of life rather than its celebration.


  • I know that when I think of money, I have eschewed its accumulation.
  • I know that when I think of sex, I have felt impotent with shame.
  • I know that when I think of “love”, I have primarily considered unilateral sacrifice of joy.
  • I know that when I think of “truth”, I remember being punished for habitually “lying”.
  • I know that when I see couples celebrating decades of marriage, I have burned with the disgrace of having to admit my emotional and physical collapse at the 29-year mark.

While I know that I was always told that to pursue knowledge of good and evil was, well, evil, I have spent several years seeking to understand both.  After all, if there’s value in being “right” or “good”, somewhere there should exist evidence of better living, better performance, better relationships, better something resulting therefrom.  Sadly, those who most ardently advocated my acquiescence to what I was told to be right judged my life to be wrong, abandoned all those attributes I would consider befitting family and fraternity, and exiled me from their lives when I challenged hypocrisy.  How could stories and myths of millennia past justify inhumanity in the present?  Is a belief worth more than sharing a dinner, having empathy for another, or supporting one in time of need?

I’ve often used as a logical reference and guide the examination of the Archimedean cult for whom inertial masses of solids and the notion of the precession of wobbles became an obsession.  If one considers every system as a rotating solid, there is a point somewhere near the center of mass, where the introduction of one subtle deviation can hijack the momentum of the whole in an irretrievable manner.  And like a child’s top, the spinning thing will ultimately overturn.  If, for example, you could brainwash the living into believing that death offered a preferred “eternity”, you could enslave untold masses.  If “love” could be corrupted to mean deprivation and sacrifice, you could perpetuate suffering for which you could peddle charlatan relief.

Allow me to digress.  About 20 years ago, my fascination with language became a commercial preoccupation.  You see, I needed to know if people claiming to be “inventors” had, in fact, come up with something new or had merely taken the ideas of others and – with the cunning use of a Thesaurus – recast the ideas of others as their own.  To decipher the meaning behind metaphor, I developed a theory that I called “linguistic genomics”.  Now this term (a metaphor itself) was selected for its literal and figurative meaning.  Literally, language is a neurological process both in its construction, rationalization, and communication.  As such, it is reasonable to assume that as with any other organic function, we probably have some finite structural amplitude in what we can perceive, rationalize, and synthesize.  Put another way, there’s probably a limit to the number of communicable elements we have at our disposal.  That’s because the neurotransmitters that interact to make communication work are themselves limited as is there combination.  Therefore, we’re limited physiologically from using language to express all essence.  Using language as old as the bone writings in China to Egyptian hieroglyphs to Mesopotamian cuneiform right up through languages in modernity, what we found was structure rather than frequency, volume, and dynamic range.  To communicate, we seem to triangulate subject, object, and context.  Or to paraphrase the excellent work of Gregory Bateson, language is about constructing “boundaries” and “pointers” to render in the mind of the listener a resolution of inferred essence without containing literal sufficiency to describe that essence fully[2]. 

Taken figuratively, linguistic genomics implied the ability to measure the propagation of intent from originator, to propagator, to manipulator.  This inquiry sought to elucidate the motivation for communication devoid of any literal priority.  By measuring the virulence of intents, one could resolve networks of interest, intentions (for good and bad) of actors within those networks, and the consequence of those intentions incarnated into practice.  While the details of this model are beyond the scope of this essay, each day, the effectiveness of my model is proven in the information advantage this data gives me in my trading of stocks and measuring of markets – an information advantage nearly 100% better than all other market data combined.

So I decided to subject the dogma of my youth to the very scrutiny that I apply to my commercial endeavors.  And while it comes as no surprise that cultural control clusters around the shaming of sexuality and gender, the selective derision of money (except for a greedy deity and his self-appointed priests and agencies), and the futility of life in favor of sacrificially derived post humous glory and bliss, the most insidious manipulation of all is the very act in which I’m engaging at this moment – WORDS!

Funny – to communicate the indictment on our most deceptive paradox we must use the very instrument that separates us from knowledge.  Abrahamic traditions have a “beginning” with words.[3]  They have as the punishment for aspirational divinity by humanity the introduction of language to separate and confuse.[4]  And they have the banishment of thoughtful inquiry as the justification for alienation of anyone who questions the doctrinal absolutes of consensus construction of words![5]  What a perfect racket.  Place at the core of cosmology a neurological finitude, celebrate the acquisition and mastery of the ciphering thereof, and punish anyone who dares challenge the decisions made by a murderer, a sociopathic emperor and his conniving mother, and a group of manipulative men in Nicea.  And best of all, tell adherents that they are being had so transparently so as to make the fraud too incredulous to consider.

I recently watched the BBC series on Troy.  Seeking fidelity with the composite narratives of the siege and sacking of Troy, many of the characters from Homer’s Odyssey play their customary roles.  Tragically, the character of Kassandra is developed only as the somewhat raving seer.  While the producers were happy to include the primetime deities like Zeus and Aphrodite and heroes Paris, Helen, Achilles, and the Amazons, they failed to include the story of Kassandra’s curse.  According to the myth, for refusing Apollo’s rape, she was cursed with prophetic acuity but the incapacity to communicate in a manner that would be heeded.  She was always right but never relevant.  Her fate for being right was being raped to death by Ajax in the temple of the goddess of love!  Maybe that happily never after ending put the BBC editorial staff a bit on edge.  Easier, methinks, to portray her as a bit mad.

As I watched the show, it dawned on me that the selective omission of the present #MeToo awkwardness of Kassandra’s story may have a ripple effect across time.  Portraying prophecy as mental illness for which an accommodative audience should feel empathy is easier than confronting the profligate sexual violation of women with insight.  All through the possibly innocent selective inclusion and exclusion of “words” from the myth.  While BBC can join the throngs of voices castigating misogynist modernity, no credible effort is made to challenge the uncomfortable aspects of one of the myth’s most fascinating insights.  Namely, that society is prone to dismiss the very prophetic insights from which it could benefit in favor of debaucherous consensus that is predisposed to fates in wooden horses.  This made worse by the fact that wisdom might come from a woman!

The book that I was told contained “truth” is about 1,500 years younger than the narrative of the face that launched 1000 ships.  Both may very well be inspired by certain events described by those who heard tales told across centuries about characters for whom few, if any, had direct recollection.  And, in fairness, all I’m doing is examining my direct observation of reality and placing it under scrutiny in light of a reference that was put upon me.  But what I know to emerge in my understanding is undeniable.  The field effect of words and stories told millennia ago are shaping my lived experience.  And as a result, if I am going to provide any benefit for my experience, I might offer a narrative that has fidelity to my lived experience.

And while there’s much more to follow, I’d like to start with Achilles and Kassandra.  Yes, I know, a bit improbable.  But they serve as metaphors that inform my preceding observations about my early religious experience and the long tether it’s wound around my life.  For the sake of this conversation, let us assume that the narratives of both Achilles and Kassandra are to be taken as presented.  Achilles is dipped in a river by a mother who wishes for him immortality only to leave his ankle exposed as that’s where she held onto him during the baptism.  Kassandra refuses the sexual advances of Apollo and for that reason she is cursed to be always the “I told you so” outcast.  In both cases, their story is not told by them.

We don’t know what Achilles training was like.  We don’t know whether his prowess on the battlefield was a result of his semi-deific advantage or whether he put in more hours at the gym.  We don’t know if he liked to fight or whether it was the honorific mandate imposed on him by social pressures.  We don’t know if Alexander’s fatal arrow was inspired or errant.  But what seems to be the case is that those around him were more fascinated by what they saw in him that set him apart than seeking to be part of the campaign his capacity represented.  He was an utilitarian anomaly celebrated for his distinction not for his common humanity. 

We have no idea what frequencies of awareness Kassandra accessed that eluded others.  We don’t know if she taught herself to read signs and omens in nature, in texts and transmissions, or in the disposition of others.  We don’t know whether she was beset by fits or whether in desperation, she failed to comport to the decorum of Priam’s palace and as such, was ineffective as a messenger because she was pissed off for being dismissed as “just a woman” with ideas in a world where men were the ones that were supposed to do the thinking, thank you very much.

In both cases – as in the case of Jesus, Abraham, Confucius, prophets and seers – we only know that those who were attracted into their orbit were fascinated by their abnormal capabilities (describing as “miraculous” that which didn’t have consensus words at the time) and became seduced by the power of association and approximation without ever knowing the essence of the lived experience of these characters.  And in the case of both Achilles and Kassandra, both were ultimately killed by a known vulnerability which had empowered both.

Which leads me to the point.

Humanity could benefit from a new experiment.  One that doesn’t seek to indict or diminish any of those that have been tried before.  After all, the language I’ve used, the metaphors I’ve selected, the logic framing the argument are born of the very topic under scrutiny and, as such, are inseparable therefrom.  One that doesn’t dismiss as “wrong” the whispered and manipulated musings of saints and sinners alike.  No, the new experiment is to leverage the structure of the very instrument that has propagated harm so often and triangulate a new story.  Rather than expressing dogma through words, let them be part of the story.  But let them merely be that… part of the story.  And then use the interconnectivity that we now have as a ubiquitous utility and actually share as often as possible, the analog experience of living.  Maybe that’s getting on a plane and flying half way around the world to share a dinner or a hug.  Maybe that’s standing shoulder to shoulder with those who are in strife and letting them know they’re not alone.  Maybe that’s making love, accumulating resources, or fully living in each moment as it is, in fact, the ONLY truth in each instant.  For me, quite literally, it’s choosing to live in public with others so that I’m not known by the stories that are told but rather I’m experienced by those who frame the context of my existence and vice versa.  And maybe, just maybe, we can begin the process of reimagining what it means to be human by seeing that which links us in common interest rather than building myths about what makes us “different”. 





[1] I Corinthians 4:15-16.  4:15 For though you may have ten thousand guardians in Christ, you do not have many fathers, because I became your father in Christ Jesus through the gospel. 4:16 I encourage you, then, be imitators of me.

I Corinthians 11:1  11:1 Be imitators of me, just as I also am of Christ.

Ephesians 5:1  5:1 Therefore, be imitators of God as dearly loved children

Philippians 3:17  3:17 Be imitators of me, brothers and sisters, and watch carefully those who are living this way, just as you have us as an example.

Thessalonians 1:6  1:6 And you became imitators of us and of the Lord, when you received the message with joy that comes from the Holy Spirit, despite great affliction.

Thessalonians 2:14-15a  2:14 For you became imitators, brothers and sisters, of God’s churches in Christ Jesus that are in Judea, because you too suffered the same things from your own countrymen as they in fact did from the Jews, 2:15 who killed both the Lord Jesus and the prophets and persecuted us severely.

Hebrews 6:12  6:12 so that you may not be sluggish, but imitators of those who through faith and perseverance inherit the promises.
[2] Not surprisingly, the very religions that seek to dominate our modern landscape all rely on plurality to describe the essential nature of the divine ranging from trinities through pantheons.

[3]                   Genesis 1:3  . 1:3 God said, “Let there be light.” And there was light!
                    John 1:1  1:1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was fully God.
[4]                   Genesis 11:7  11:7 Come, let’s go down and confuse their language so they won’t be able to understand each other.”
[5]                   Revelations 22:18-19  22:18 I testify to the one who hears the words of the prophecy contained in this book: If anyone adds to them, God will add to him the plagues described in this book. 22:19 And if anyone takes away from the words of this book of prophecy, God will take away his share in the tree of life and in the holy city that are described in this book.