Brian George's blog

Genetic engineering of the planetary rulers has projected each subject's character as his/her fate. We are not natural. If we were to add up all of the experiences that define us, we would note, upon closer scrutiny, that it always the key element that is missing. An archaic wound pursues us like the voice of superconsciousness.

Part of the process of coming to terms with the crisis that we face has to do with following where each contradiction leads: We must, at some point, find the means to reenter the clear consciousness that surrounds us.  

Since he exists at a perpetual beginning, it is possible that for the trickster no initiation is complete. Humans must be shaken out of ego-bound myopia. Centered but open to fresh energies from the bush, society must be provoked to reinvent the wheel.

How is it possible for so many well intentioned people to not see that Barack Obama is just another actor -- a kinder and gentler apologist for Wall Street and closet advocate for the Military-Industrial Complex? How is it possible that, in the 1960s, GE didn't realize that there might be earthquakes in an earthquake zone?

The whole of space was in contact with our skin; it was a hieroglyphthat we could translate with our fingers. Deep energies leapt back andforth -- as they diagramed the closed curves of the Microcosm -- andyet our ways of seeing things did not always overlap.

Fear spreads its hypnotic field across the architecture of the vacuum, disrupting any sense of how the 2 halves of a symbol interlock. We must stare into the sun. We must share our wealth -- as tiny as it may seem to us -- with the birds that terrorize the back-side of the mirror. We must dare to celebrate their feats of reptilian camouflage.

It is not a question of figuring out this or that; we must instead let go of our every preconception. The New Human will then improvise a new set of laws for Supernature, which every cosmonaut will be free to follow or to disregard, as he/ she chooses.

The lost world that imagines us does not need to be created; we, who are not other than its shadow, must learn how to approach it through the prism of our fear, whose force-fields we must navigate. A hair's breadth of a difference separates discovery from destruction.

Just as every human may have one or more animal forms, so too every animal may have one or more humanoid forms. "Therianthropes," or "man-animals," are some of the oldest images in the history of art. In some cases these figures are clearly shamans, who have undergone a transformation. In other cases, they appear to be inter-dimensional beings. How can we read these images?

The first act of creation is/was also an act of obfuscation, which is perceived, on the level of the human psyche, as a trauma. What allows us to exist as fully conscious beings is the flip side of the trauma that has cut us from the whole.

My supernatural weapons were in storage. A wind preceded the philosopher's stone, whose energy had been hidden behind the two hands of a clock. My teachers were concerned about my psychological health. I did not dare to obey. A more frightening voice had also issued ultimatums.

In the classic study Habits of the Heart: Individualism and Commitment in American Life, the authors explore the ways in which contemporary Americans use private and public modes of thought to make sense of the world around them, even as that world is swept from under their feet.

The more romantic among us are used to thinking that there may be one true soul mate for each person. It is less common to imagine that friends or teachers may also play their parts in this apparent drama of predestination. Each student of a good teacher might well view the meeting as a one of a kind event.

According to the Yoruba, Ashe is the foundational energy of this world and the other. Without ashe, the orishas – the gods or active powers of creation – would be shadows hovering on the edge of nonexistence, the human body would be a corpse, the greatest work of art would be a shell.

It is discovered that life can be supported on a pristine planet just like the Earth located in a distant galaxy. The only difference is that there aren't any humans. Technology exists to get four people to the planet on a scouting mission. They will stay for one year, planning for the arrival of settlers from Earth.

The sheer scale of the Mesoamerican catastrophe is almost beyond imagination. I find myself hungry for adventurous interpretations.

De Chirico's images of deserted town squares and empty headed manikins are iconic. Discovering his paintings was like discovering a new world, or being altered by a drug which had the power to rearrange my entire way of seeing.