"I knew what I was doing would Widow Your Mother and make an Orphan out of You."
Hiram Abiff was busy working his Craft, when he suddenly found himself transported into the center of the Earth by Tubal-Cain, there to taste of the Tree of Knowledge. . .
Who was the original 'Widow's Son'? That all depends on who you ask.
This documentary explores a particular thread of Masonic history, namely the origin of the third degree, and the 'lineage' of the Craft. Sourced from some of the earliest manuscripts, and exploring certain facts not often brought to light, we shall see why the Mark of Tubal-Cain is an indelible stamp of heritage to the thoughtful Mason.
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You have only begun to discover your power.
Join me... and I will complete your training.
With our combined strength, We can end this destructive conflict —
“Homo sapiens spent most of their short time on Earth waging war against each other.
For their first few thousand years on the planet they did little else, and they discovered two things that were rather curious: the first was that when they were at war, they agreed more. Whole nations agreed that other nations were insane, and they agreed that the mutually beneficial solution was to band together to eliminate the loonies.
For many people, it was the most agreeable period of their lives, because, apart from a brief period on New Year's Eve (which, incidentally, no one could agree the date of), the only time human beings lived happily side by side was when they were trying to kill each other.
Then, in the middle of the twentieth century, the human race hit a major problem.
It got so GOOD at War, it couldn't have one anymore.
It had spent so much time practising and perfecting the art of genocide, developing more and more lethal devices for mass destruction, that conducting a war without totally obliterating the planet and everything on it becamean impossibility .
This didn't make human beings happy at all. They talked about how maybe it was still possible to have a small, contained war. A little war. If you like, a warette.
They spoke of conventional wars, limited wars, and this insane option might even have worked, if only people could have agreed on a new set of rules. But, people being people, they couldn't.
War was out. War was a no-no.
And like a small child suddenly deprived of its very favourite toy, the human race mourned and sulked and twiddled its collective thumbs, wondering what to do next.
Towards the conclusion of the twenty-first century, a solution was found.
The solution was Sport.”
PARIS:
Captain, this race is more than just a sporting event.
Until recently this region was a war zone.
Four different species fought for nearly a century to control it.
KIM:
Now, for the first time, they're competing peacefully to commemorate the new treaty that ended the war.
PARIS:
This race embodies everything the Federation values.
Peaceful coexistence, free exchange of ideas —
JANEWAY:
I think it's a great idea.
PARIS:
You do?
TUVOK:
You do?
JANEWAY:
Absolutely.
This competition is just the sort of break we need. It would give us the chance to make some friends, and allow the crew a little R and R.
Request granted.
PARIS:
Thank you, Captain.
JANEWAY:
One thing, gentleman.
Now that we're in this race, we're in it to win.
After all, Starfleet's honour is at stake.
PARIS:
Don't worry, it's in good hands.
Nietzsche understood—and this is something I’m going to try to make clear—that there’s a very large amount that we don’t know about the structure of experience—that we don’t know about reality—and we have our articulated representations of the world. Outside of that, there are things we know absolutely nothing about. There’s a buffer between them, and those are things we sort of know something about. But we don’t know them in an articulated way.
Here's an example: You’re arguing with someone close to you, and they’re in a bad mood. They’re being touchy and unreasonable. You keep the conversation up, and maybe, all of a sudden, they get angry, or maybe they cry. When they cry, they figure out what they’re angry about. It has nothing to do with you, even though you might have been what precipitated the argument. That’s an interesting phenomena, as far as I’m concerned, because it means that people can know things at one level, without being able to speak what they know at another. In some sense, the thoughts rise up from the body. They do that in moods, images, and actions. We have all sorts of ways that we understand, before we understand in a fully articulated manner.
We have this articulated space that we can all discuss. Outside of that, we have something that’s more akin to a dream, that we’re embedded in. It’s an emotional dream, that we’re embedded in, and that’s based, at least in part, on our actions. I’ll describe that later. What’s outside of that is what we don’t know anything about, at all. The dream is where the mystics and artists live. They’re the mediators between the absolutely unknown and the things we know for sure. What that means is that what we know is established on a form of knowledge that we don’t really understand. If those two things are out of sync—if our articulated knowledge is out of sync with our dream—then we become dissociated internally. We think things we don’t act out, and we act out things we don’t dream. That produces a kind of sickness of the spirit. Its cure is something like an integrated system of belief and representation.
People turn to things like ideologies—which I regard as parasites on an underlying religious substructure—to try to organize their thinking. That’s a catastrophe, and what Nietzsche foresaw. He knew that, when we knocked the slats out of the base of Western civilization by destroying this representation—this God ideal—we would destabilize, and move back and forth violently between nihilism and the extremes of ideology. He was particularly concerned about radical left ideology, and believed—and predicted this in the late 1800s, which is really an absolute intellectual tour de force of staggering magnitude—that in the 20th century hundreds of millions of people would die because of the replacement of these underlying dream-like structures with this rational but deeply incorrect representation of the world. We’ve been oscillating back and forth between left and right ever since, with some good sprinkling of nihilism and despair. In some sense, that’s the situation of the modern Western person, and increasingly of people in general.
I think part of the reason that Islam has its back up with regards to the West, to such a degree—there’s many reasons, and not all of them are valid—is that, being still grounded in a dream, they can see that the rootless, questioning mind of the West poses a tremendous danger to the integrity of their culture, and it does. Westerners, us—we undermine ourselves all the time with our searching intellect. I’m not complaining about that. There isn’t anything easy that can be done about it. But it’s still a sort of fruitful catastrophe, and it has real effects on people’s lives. It’s not some abstract thing. Lots of times when I’ve been treating people with depression, for example, or anxiety, they have existential issues. It’s not just some psychiatric condition. It’s not just that they’re tapped off of normal because their brain chemistry is faulty—although, sometimes that happens to be the case. It’s that they are overwhelmed by the suffering and complexity of their life, and they’re not sure why it’s reasonable to continue with it. They can feel the terrible, negative meanings of life, but they are sceptical beyond belief about any of the positive meanings of it.
I had one client who’s a very brilliant artist. As long as he didn’t think, he was fine. He’d go and create, and he was really good at being an artist. He had that personality that was continually creating, and quite brilliant, although he was self-denigrating. But he sawed the branch off that he was sitting on, as soon as he started to think about what he was doing. He’d start to criticize what he was doing—the utility of it—even though it was self-evidently useful. Then it would be very, very hard for him to even motivate himself to create. He always struck me as a good example of the consequences of having your rational intellect divorced, in some way, from your Being—divorced enough so that it actually questions the utility of your Being. It’s not a good thing.
It’s really not a good thing, because it manifests itself not only in individual psychopathologies, but also in social psychopathologies. That’s this proclivity of people to get tangled up in ideologies, and I really do think of them as crippled religions. That’s the right way to think about them. They’re like religion that’s missing an arm and a leg, but can still hobble along. It provides a certain amount of security and group identity, but it’s warped and twisted and demented and bent, and it’s a parasite on something underlying that’s rich and true. That’s how it looks to me, anyways. I think it’s very important that we sort out this problem. I think that there isn’t anything more important that needs to be done than that. I’ve thought that for a long, long time—probably since the early ‘80s, when I started looking at the role that belief systems played in regulating psychological and social health. You can tell that they do that because of how upset people get if you challenge their belief systems. Why the hell do they care, exactly? What difference does it make if all of your ideological axioms are 100 percent correct?
People get unbelievable upset when you poke them in the axioms, so to speak, and it is not by any stretch of the imagination obvious why. There’s a fundamental truth that they’re standing on. It’s like they’re on a raft in the middle of the ocean. You’re starting to pull out the logs, and they’re afraid they’re going to fall in and drown. Drown in what? What are the logs protecting them from? Why are they so afraid to move beyond the confines of the ideological system? These are not obvious things. I’ve been trying to puzzle that out for a very long time. I’ve done some lectures about that that are on YouTube. Most of you know that. Some of what I’m going to talk about in this series you’ll have heard, if you’ve listened to the YouTube videos, but I’m trying to hit it from different angles.
“Spence didn’t get as far as 1999 in his Towards 2012 essay, but he imagined the rise of a “Stormer” generation of what he called “imperial youth.”
As it happened, his predictions were more or less accurate. In 1999, we had nu-metal, The Matrix, tight clothes, short hair, No Logo anticorporate demos, the emergence of bondage styles, and the Goth underground moving into the mainstream, a revival of popularity for cocaine, and, more significantly, perhaps, the jittery rise of Red Bull, Starbucks and coffee society.
Comics gave us proactive world-changing superheroes and villains in Authority, Marvel Boy, and Wanted.
Carolyn :
What are you doing?
Lester, Burn ‘em :
Nothing.
Carolyn :
You were masturbating.
Lester, Burn ‘em :
[Whispers]
I was not.
Carolyn :
Yes, you were.
Lester, Burn ‘em :
Oh, all right.
So shoot me. I was whacking off.
That's right. I was
choking the bishop, chafing the carrot.
You know,
Saying "Hi" to My Monster.
Carolyn :
That'sdisgusting.
Lester, Burn ‘em :
Well, excuse me, but some of us still have blood pumping through our veins.
Carolyn :
So do I.
Lester, Burn ‘em :
Really?
Well, I'm the only one who seems
to be doing anything about it.
[Grunts]
Carolyn :
Lester, I refuse to Live Like This!
This is Not a Marriage.
Lester, Burn ‘em :
This hasn't been a marriage for years,
but you were happy as long as
I kept my mouth shut.
Well, guess what.
I've changed.
And The New Me whacks off when he feels horny...
'cause you're obviously not going to help me out in THAT department.
Carolyn :
I see. You think you're the only one who's sexually frustrated.
Lester, Burn ‘em :
I'm not?
Well, then, come on, baby.
I'm ready.
Carolyn :
Don't you mess with me, Mister.
I will divorce you so fast, it'll make your head spin.
Lester, Burn ‘em :
ON - WHAT - GROUNDS
I'm Not a Drunk.
I Don't Fuck Other Women.
I Don't Mistreat you.
I've Never Hit You.
I don't even try to touch you, since you made it so abundantly clear just how unnecessary
you consider me to be!
But... I did support you
when you got your license.
And Some People might think that
entitles me to Half of What's Yours.
Carolyn :
Oh!
Lester, Burn ‘em :
So, turn out the light when you come back to bed, okay?
[Lester Narrating]
It's a great thing when you realise you still have the ability to surprise yourself.
Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about.
Lester, Burn ‘em :
Hey, guys.
Scott Bakula! :
Lester. I didn't know you ran.
Lester, Burn ‘em :
I just started.
Jim II :
Good for You.
Lester, Burn ‘em :
I figured you guys might be able to give me some pointers.
I need to shape up, fast.
Scott Bakula :
Are you looking to just lose weight, or do you want to have increased strength and flexibility as well?
Lester, Burn ‘em :
I... I want to look good naked.
“ Production came to an end on Buffy, Season 3 [1999], and over my Summer vacation, I was reading The Killer Angels, about the survivors of Gettysburg,
Nineteen seventy-seven brought a shift back to punk, as expressed in Malcolm McLaren and Vivienne Westwood’s fifties-influenced clothes and music, bondage and restriction, amphetamine sulfate use, and angry, confrontational politics.
The comics boom of that cycle gave us Judge Dredd, Frank Miller’s gritty noir, Alan Moore’s harsh logical realism.
