Tuesday 22 September 2020

It Moves?

The Prisoner (1955) - The New Number 2

The Interrogator: 
Who do you think you're dealing with? 
Some mad, sadistic moron in the Gestapo, 
who has power to play with flesh and blood 
for his own lust? 
I was a doctor, before ever I was a lawyer. 
Your body is sacred to me.

The Cardinal: 
No drugs... no torture... 
What can you hope for?

The Interrogator: 
Conversion. It's Your Mind we want.

The Cardinal: 
….for the first time since I've come 
into Your Prison - I'm afraid.





Barbelith is the name of the “placenta” for humanity; a satellite-like object located on the dark side of the moon. It recurs throughout the story as a supernatural moon seeming both intelligent and benign. Barbelith’s role is like that of a placenta in that it connects the hologram of our subjective reality to the realm outside of our space-time, the domain of the magic mirror, and helps humans to realize their true nature beyond the subjective concept of “self”.

Prior to contact with Barbelith, most characters undergo some sort of trauma or intensity- an alien abduction or shamanic initiation, for example. A sort of cosmic “stoplight” is also present in some instances, though also seems to precede any sort of contact with the “healthy” dimension of The Invisibles binary-based paradigm; the realm of the Invisible College.

The word first appeared on a sign post in House of Heart’s Desire, a short story published in 1989 within the pages of A1, with art by Dom Regan. It has also cropped up in other comics Morrison has written. Doom Patrol #54 in particular goes into more detail.

Grant Morrison describes its origins as follows: “The word ‘BARBELiTH’ is derived from a dream I had when I was about 20 or 21 and coincided with my first structured ‘magical’ experiences and a minor nervous breakdown (in the dream, BARBELiTH was the name of some higher dimension or alternate reality).”

Barbelith is inspired by the Philip K. Dick novel VALIS in which the titular satellite, VALIS, appears as a sort of Gnostic information-satellite for humanity.


You're getting the same treatment as everybody else.

That's why I'm going to appeal.
I appeal against unfair treatment.

Why? Why?
 Why did I resign?

(Rambles madly)

Why did you resign?

For peace.


For Peace?

Let me out.

You resigned for Peace?


Let me out.

You're a fool.

For peace of mind.

What?

Peace of Mind!


Why?

Because too many people know too much.

Never.

I know too much!

Tell me.


I know too much about you.

You don't.


I Do.
I know you.

Who am I?

You are An Enemy.

I'm on your side.
Why did you resign?

You've been told.

Tell me again.

I know you!

You're smart.

In my mind...
In my mind, YOU're smart!

Why did you resign?

You see?

Why did you resign?

Know who you are? A Fool.

No, don't...


Yes! An idiot!

I'll kill you.

I'll die.

You're dead.

Let me out.

Dead!

Kill me.

Open it.
OPEN IT!
OPEN THE DOOR!

Kill...

- Kill! Kill!
- Get up.

Kill me... lying down.

- Get up, you fool.
- Can't.

- In the war, you killed.
- Yeah.

- For fun!
- For peace.

- Do as I say.
- I do as I was told.

(Number Two) 
Twelve seconds to zero.
Stand by to release. All set?

Set.

- 1 1 , 1 0, 9, 8, 7, 6...
- 1 1 , 1 0, 9, 8, 7...

- Six? Six! Six! Six! Six! Six!
- Five. Five. Five. Five! Five!

Fiiiiiive!

- 3, 2, 1 ...
- 3, 2, 1 ...

Zero... Zero, zero, zero, go, go, go.

Overshot, you fool, wake up!
Turn around! Let them go.

Stand by.

Standing by.

Let go... now.

Bombs gone.

Good boy. Bull's-eye!
We're hit! Bale out! Bale out!

(Speaks German)

(Speaks German)
I do not wish to kill.

(Speaks German)

The aircraft was hit. 

I had to BALE OUT over your territory.

If wasn't my fault!
I cannot help baling out!

(Speaks German)

I have to tell you nothing.

(Speaks German)
- Zero... go!

- How dare you?
- GO! Go, go, go, go!

(Laughs) 
Zero... zero... go!

I'm a friend. 
Why did you resign?
I'm a friend.

Eight, eight... six?

Why?

- Six?
- Yeah, four.

- No...
- Two? One?

- Zero, go?
- No...

I'm hungry.

What would you like?

Supper.

You knew the only way to beat me
was to gain my respect?

- Correct.
- Then I would confide?

I hoped you'd trust me.

- This is a recognised method?


Yes.
The patient must trust his doctor.

Sometimes they change places.

Essential in extreme cases.

Also a risk...





A grave risk...if The Doctor 
has problems :
I have!
That's why it's known 
as Degree Absolute.
It's you or me.


Why don't you resign?

(Laughs) 
You're very good!
You're very good at it!

(Tuts)

(Sad organ)

Play something cheerful.


I'd like to know more.

You will, before we're through.

Join me.

- There we are.
- Straight?

100%.

No additions?

- My word of honour.
- Cheers.

Mind if I, er... look round?

Not at all! Let me show you round!
This delightful residence is known as The Embryo Room.
In it... you can relive... from the cradle... to the grave.
Seven Ages of Man - William Shakespeare.

"Last scene of all, 
That ends this
strange eventful history,
Is second childishness
and mere oblivion...
Sans eyes, sans teeth,
sans taste, sans everything."

There's no way out until our time is up.
If we solve our problems, that will be soon.
Take my word for it.

Naturally, I would.

Let me show you... to the door!
We are protected from intrusion.
No one can interrupt us.
Totally encased in finest steel.
Behold the clock!
FIVE MINUTES!
Set to open on a new phase of our relationship...
That is, if we're still here.

Are we likely to move?
It's possible!

Somewhere nice?

Built-in bars.

Also self-contained.
Kitchen, bathroom, air conditioning, 
food supplies for 6 months.
You could go anywhere in it.
It even has a waste disposal unit.

It moves?


It's detachable.

What's behind it?

Oh, steel, steel.

(Laughs madly)

- He thinks you're Boss, now!

I am.

I'm Number Two.
I'm The Boss... Open the door.

Number 1 is The Boss.


NO!

Three minutes. You're scared.


No!

- Take it.
- FOOL! (Kicks door)

Yes, A Fool... not a rat.

- YOU're scared!
- Want me to come in?

- Keep out!
- Let you out?

- Stay...
- Want to come out?

- Keep out!
- You're mine.

- STOP HIM!
- Two minutes...

- Stop him!
- Two minutes.

- You're free.
- No, I'm Number Two.

- You are number nothing.
- I'm Number Two!

One minute, thirty-five seconds.

- Why did you resign?
- I didn't accept. Why did you?

You resigned.
You accepted before you resigned!

- I rejected... you!
- Why me?

- You're big.
- Not tall.

- Humpty dumpty...
- All the king's horses...

- All the king's MEN...
- Yes.

...couldn't put Humpty together again.

Who? What?
(Ticking)

One minute to go...

59 seconds...

- 58 seconds.
- I'm big!

57, 56, 55, 54, 53...

- You're for me.
- 52, 51 ...

50, 49, 48,

- Why?
- 47, 46...

- Why resign? Tell me!
- 45, 44...

- Trust me.
- 43, 42, 41 ...

- 40, 39, 38, 37...
- I'll tell.

- Still time!
- 36...

(Ticking)

- 35.
- Still time!

- Not too late!
- For me?

- For me!
- You snivel and grovel.

- I ask.
- You crawl.

- Yes.
- To ask?

Why?

Ask on.

Ask yourself!

- Why? Why?
- 1 5.

Please.

Don't say please.

- I say it!
- Don't.

Please, I plead!

- Nine.
- Too late.

- Eight.
- Seven.

- Six.
- Six...

- Die, six!
- Five... (Fast heartbeat)

- Die. Die!
- Four...

- Die. Die.
- Three...

- Die!
- Two...

- Die!
- One...

- Die! Die!
- The end...

(Heartbeat stops)

Congratulations.
We'll need The Body for evidence.
What do you desire?

Number 1.


I'll take you.

("Twinkle, Twinkle,
Little Star" plays)


BILL MOYERS: Let me ask…let me try to be specific about it. The shaman becomes some person in a society who is drawn by experience from the normal world into the world of the gifted?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: That’s right.

BILL MOYERS: Most of us think of shaman as a magician, but they play a much more important role than simply being a trickster.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Oh, no, they play the role that the priesthood plays in our society.

BILL MOYERS: Ah. These are the first priests?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Well, there’s a major difference as I see it between a shaman and a priest. A priest is a functionary of a social sort. The society worships certain deities in a certain way, and the priest becomes ordained as a functionary to carry on that ritual. And the deity to whom he is devoted is a deity that was there before he came along. The shaman’s powers are symbolized in familiars, deities of his own personal experience, and his authority comes out of a psychological experience, not a social ordination. Do you understand what I mean?

BILL MOYERS: And the one who had this psychological experience, this traumatic experience, this ecstasy, would become the interpreter for others of things not seen?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: He would become the interpreter of the heritage of mythological life, you might say, yes.

BILL MOYERS: And ecstasy was a part of it, very often, in the shamanic tradition.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: It is ecstasy, there’s no doubt about it.

BILL MOYERS: The trance dance, for example, in the Bushman society.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Now, there’s a fantastic example of something. The little Bushman groups, the whole life is one of great, great tension. The male and female sexes are, what we say, in a disciplined way, separate. The men have a certain field of concerns, their weapons and the poisons and the hunt and all that, and the women have a certain field of concern, bringing up the children, the nourishing of the children, and so forth and so on. Only in the dance do the two come together, and they come together this way. The women sit in a circle or a group, and they then become the center around which the men dance. And they control the dance and what goes on with the men through their own singing and beating of the thighs.

BILL MOYERS: What’s the significance of that, that the woman is controlling the dance?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Well, the woman is life, and the man is the servant of life, and during the course of this circling, circling, it’s a very tense style of movement the men have, suddenly one of them will pass out. He’s in trance now, and this is a description of an experience.

“When people sing. I dance. I enter the earth. I go in at a place like a place where people drink water. I travel a long way, very far. When I emerge, I am already climbing. I’m climbing threads. I climb one and leave it, then I climb another one. Then I leave it, and I climb another. When you arrive at God’s place, you make yourself small. You come in small to God’s place. You do what you have to do there. Then you return to where everyone is. You come and come and come and finally you enter your body again. All the people who have stayed behind are waiting for you. They fear you. You enter, enter the earth, and you return to enter the skin of your body. And you say A-a-i-i-e-e That is the sound of your return to your body. Then you begin to sing. The ntum-masters are there around. They take hold of your head and blow about the sides of your face. This is how you manage to be alive again. Friends, if they don’t do that to you, you die. You just die and are dead. Friends, this is what it does, this untum that I do, this untum here that I dance.”

This is an actual experience of transit from the earth through the realm of mythological images to God, or to the seat of power.

BILL MOYERS: It becomes something of the other mind of us.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: It is exactly the other mind. And the way God is imaged, God is transcendent finally of anything like a name of God. As the Hindus say, “Beyond names and forms.” Beyond damarupan, beyond names and forms. “No tongue has soiled it, no word has reached it.”

BILL MOYERS: But Joe, can Westerners grasp this kind of mystical trance theological experience? It does transcend theology, it leaves theology behind. I mean, if you’re locked to the image of God in a culture where science determines your perceptions of reality, how can you experience this ultimate ground that the shamans talk about?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: The best example I know in our literature is that beautiful book by John Neihardt called Black Elk Speaks.

BILL MOYERS: Black Elk was?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Black Elk was a young Sioux or Dakota, as they are often called, boy around nine years old, before the American cavalry had encountered the Sioux. They were the great people of the plains. And this boy became sick, psychologically sick. His family…I’m telling the typical shaman story. The child begins to tremble, and is immobilized, and the family’s terribly concerned about it. And they send for a shaman who had had the experience in his own youth, to come as a psychoanalyst, you might say, and pull the youngster out of it. But instead of relieving him of the deities, he is adapting him to the deities, and the deities to himself, you might say. It’s a different problem from that of psychoanalysis. I think it was Nietzsche who said, “Be careful, lest in casting out your devil, you cast out the best thing that’s in you.” Here, the deities who have been encountered the powers, let’s call them are retained. The connection is retained, it’s not broken. And these men then become the spiritual advisers and gift-givers of their people.

Well, what happened with this young boy, he was about nine years old, was he had a vision, and the vision is described, and it’s a vision prophetic of the terrible future that his tribe was to have. But it also spoke of the possible positive aspects of it. It was a vision of what he called the hoop of his nation, realizing that it was one of many hoops which is something that we haven’t all learned well enough yet and the cooperation of all the hoops and all the nations and grand processions and so forth. But more than that, it was an experience of himself as going through the realms of spiritual imagery that were of his culture, and assimilating their import. And it comes to one great statement, which for me is a key statement of the understanding of myth and symbols. He says. “I saw myself on the central mountain of the world, the highest place. And I had a vision, because I was seeing in a sacred manner, of the world.” And the sacred central mountain was Harney Peak in South Dakota. And then he says, “But the central mountain is everywhere.” That is a real mythological realization.

BILL MOYERS: Why?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: It distinguishes between the local cult image, Harney Peak, and its connotation, the center of the world. The center of the world is the hub of the universe, axis mundi, do you know, the central point, the pole star around which all revolves. The central point of the world is the point where stillness and movement are together. Movement is time, stillness is eternity, realizing the relationship of the temporal moment to the eternal not moment, but forever -is the sense of life. Realizing how this moment in your life is actually a moment of eternity, and the experience of the eternal aspect of what you’re doing in the temporal experience is the mythological experience, and he had it. So is the central mountain of the world Jerusalem, Rome, Banaras. Lhasa, Mexico City, you know? Mexico City, Jerusalem, is symbolic of a spiritual principle as the center of the world.

BILL MOYERS: So this little Indian was saying, there is a shining point where all lines intersect?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: That’s exactly what he said.

BILL MOYERS: He was saying God has no circumference.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: God is an intelligible sphere, let’s say a sphere known to the mind, not to the senses, whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere. And the center, Bill, is right where you’re sitting, and the other one is right where I’m sitting. And each of us is a manifestation of that mystery.


Law Alone Cannot Make Men See Right





Good evening, my fellow citizens:

This afternoon, following a series of threats and defiant statements, the presence of Alabama National Guardsmen was required on the University of Alabama to carry out the final and unequivocal order of the United States District Court of the Northern District of Alabama. That order called for the admission of two clearly qualified young Alabama residents who happened to have been born Negro. That they were admitted peacefully on the campus is due in good measure to the conduct of the students of the University of Alabama, who met their responsibilities in a constructive way.

I hope that every American, regardless of where he lives, will stop and examine his conscience about this and other related incidents. This Nation was founded by men of many nations and backgrounds. It was founded on the principle that all men are created equal, and that the rights of every man are diminished when the rights of one man are threatened.

Today, we are committed to a worldwide struggle to promote and protect the rights of all who wish to be free. And when Americans are sent to Vietnam or West Berlin, we do not ask for whites only. It ought to be possible, therefore, for American students of any color to attend any public institution they select without having to be backed up by troops. It ought to to be possible for American consumers of any color to receive equal service in places of public accommodation, such as hotels and restaurants and theaters and retail stores, without being forced to resort to demonstrations in the street, and it ought to be possible for American citizens of any color to register and to vote in a free election without interference or fear of reprisal. It ought to to be possible, in short, for every American to enjoy the privileges of being American without regard to his race or his color. In short, every American ought to have the right to be treated as he would wish to be treated, as one would wish his children to be treated. But this is not the case.

The Negro baby born in America today, regardless of the section of the State in which he is born, has about one-half as much chance of completing a high school as a white baby born in the same place on the same day, one-third as much chance of completing college, one-third as much chance of becoming a professional man, twice as much chance of becoming unemployed, about one-seventh as much chance of earning $10,000 a year, a life expectancy which is 7 years shorter, and the prospects of earning only half as much.

This is not a sectional issue. Difficulties over segregation and discrimination exist in every city, in every State of the Union, producing in many cities a rising tide of discontent that threatens the public safety. Nor is this a partisan issue. In a time of domestic crisis men of good will and generosity should be able to unite regardless of party or politics. This is not even a legal or legislative issue alone. It is better to settle these matters in the courts than on the streets, and new laws are needed at every level, but law alone cannot make men see right. We are confronted primarily with a moral issue. It is as old as the Scriptures and is as clear as the American Constitution.

The heart of the question is whether all Americans are to be afforded equal rights and equal opportunities, whether we are going to treat our fellow Americans as we want to be treated. If an American, because his skin is dark, cannot eat lunch in a restaurant open to the public, if he cannot send his children to the best public school available, if he cannot vote for the public officials who will represent him, if, in short, he cannot enjoy the full and free life which all of us want, then who among us would be content to have the color of his skin changed and stand in his place? Who among us would then be content with the counsels of patience and delay?

One hundred years of delay have passed since President Lincoln freed the slaves, yet their heirs, their grandsons, are not fully free. They are not yet freed from the bonds of injustice. They are not yet freed from social and economic oppression. And this Nation, for all its hopes and all its boasts, will not be fully free until all its citizens are free.

We preach freedom around the world, and we mean it, and we cherish our freedom here at home, but are we to say to the world, and much more importantly, to each other that this is the land of the free except for the Negroes; that we have no second-class citizens except Negroes; that we have no class or caste system, no ghettoes, no master race except with respect to Negroes?

Now the time has come for this Nation to fulfill its promise. The events in Birmingham and elsewhere have so increased the cries for equality that no city or State or legislative body can prudently choose to ignore them. The fires of frustration and discord are burning in every city, North and South, where legal remedies are not at hand. Redress is sought in the streets, in demonstrations, parades, and protests which create tensions and threaten violence and threaten lives.


 

We face, therefore, a moral crisis as a country and a people. It cannot be met by repressive police action. It cannot be left to increased demonstrations in the streets. It cannot be quieted by token moves or talk. It is a time to act in the Congress, in your State and local legislative body and, above all, in all of our daily lives. It is not enough to pin the blame on others, to say this a problem of one section of the country or another, or deplore the facts that we face. A great change is at hand, and our task, our obligation, is to make that revolution, that change, peaceful and constructive for all. Those who do nothing are inviting shame, as well as violence. Those who act boldly are recognizing right, as well as reality.

Next week I shall ask the Congress of the United States to act, to make a commitment it has not fully made in this century to the proposition that race has no place in American life or law. The Federal judiciary has upheld that proposition in a series of forthright cases. The Executive Branch has adopted that proposition in the conduct of its affairs, including the employment of Federal personnel, the use of Federal facilities, and the sale of federally financed housing. But there are other necessary measures which only the Congress can provide, and they must be provided at this session. The old code of equity law under which we live commands for every wrong a remedy, but in too many communities, in too many parts of the country, wrongs are inflicted on Negro citizens and there are no remedies at law. Unless the Congress acts, their only remedy is the street.

I am, therefore, asking the Congress to enact legislation giving all Americans the right to be served in facilities which are open to the public -- hotels, restaurants, theaters, retail stores, and similar establishments. This seems to me to be an elementary right. Its denial is an arbitrary indignity that no American in 1963 should have to endure, but many do.

I have recently met with scores of business leaders urging them to take voluntary action to end this discrimination, and I have been encouraged by their response, and in the last two weeks over 75 cities have seen progress made in desegregating these kinds of facilities. But many are unwilling to act alone, and for this reason, nationwide legislation is needed if we are to move this problem from the streets to the courts.

I'm also asking the Congress to authorize the Federal Government to participate more fully in lawsuits designed to end segregation in public education. We have succeeded in persuading many districts to desegregate voluntarily. Dozens have admitted Negroes without violence. Today, a Negro is attending a State-supported institution in every one of our 50 States, but the pace is very slow.

Too many Negro children entering segregated grade schools at the time of the Supreme Court's decision nine years ago will enter segregated high schools this fall, having suffered a loss which can never be restored. The lack of an adequate education denies the Negro a chance to get a decent job.

The orderly implementation of the Supreme Court decision, therefore, cannot be left solely to those who may not have the economic resources to carry the legal action or who may be subject to harassment.

Other features will be also requested, including greater protection for the right to vote. But legislation, I repeat, cannot solve this problem alone. It must be solved in the homes of every American in every community across our country. In this respect I wanna pay tribute to those citizens North and South who've been working in their communities to make life better for all. They are acting not out of sense of legal duty but out of a sense of human decency. Like our soldiers and sailors in all parts of the world they are meeting freedom's challenge on the firing line, and I salute them for their honor and their courage.

My fellow Americans, this is a problem which faces us all -- in every city of the North as well as the South. Today, there are Negroes unemployed, two or three times as many compared to whites, inadequate education, moving into the large cities, unable to find work, young people particularly out of work without hope, denied equal rights, denied the opportunity to eat at a restaurant or a lunch counter or go to a movie theater, denied the right to a decent education, denied almost today the right to attend a State university even though qualified. It seems to me that these are matters which concern us all, not merely Presidents or Congressmen or Governors, but every citizen of the United States.

This is one country. It has become one country because all of us and all the people who came here had an equal chance to develop their talents. We cannot say to ten percent of the population that you can't have that right; that your children cannot have the chance to develop whatever talents they have; that the only way that they are going to get their rights is to go in the street and demonstrate. I think we owe them and we owe ourselves a better country than that.

Therefore, I'm asking for your help in making it easier for us to move ahead and to provide the kind of equality of treatment which we would want ourselves; to give a chance for every child to be educated to the limit of his talents.

As I've said before, not every child has an equal talent or an equal ability or equal motivation, but they should have the equal right to develop their talent and their ability and their motivation, to make something of themselves.

We have a right to expect that the Negro community will be responsible, will uphold the law, but they have a right to expect that the law will be fair, that the Constitution will be color blind, as Justice Harlan said at the turn of the century.

This is what we're talking about and this is a matter which concerns this country and what it stands for, and in meeting it I ask the support of all our citizens.

Thank you very much.

Sic Semper Tyrannis









“ I wanna add that : History show us that NUTS are not the •only• ones capable of Evil Deeds — That Gentlemen of Principle and Power, and Genteel Manner, can  arrive at Very GRIM Decisions —

If They commit crimes, it’s not because they harbour murky, or perverse impulses, but because they feel •compelled• to deal with The  Dangers to their Way of Life.

This doesn’t mean that They are motivated by purely financial reasons — although, that is a very reason consideration, I think  — but They equate their vital interests with the wellbeing of their Society and The Nation : — in this case, the wellbeing of The Cause of Southern Rights.

And far from being immoral, or unscrupulous, they are individuals of Principles that are SO lofty, as to elevate Them above the restraints of ordinary morality —

They don’t act on sudden impulse — The Feeling grows amongst Them that ‘Something Must Be DONE — Something That is Best for All.’; that ‘The Situation is Becoming Intolerable.’

They move gradually towards The Position..... the change is gradual, and yet so compelling that when They •arrive• at their decision, They’re no-longer shocked by the extreme measures that They are willing to employ —

The Execution of The Unsavory Deed is made all-the-easier by delegating it’s commission down to more lower-level operatives.

Most of The Evil — most of The Evil in HISTORY is perpetrated, not by monsters or by LONE psychotics, but by Men of Responsibility and Commitment, whose most unsettling aspect is the •apparent• normality of their deportment..... 

It’s like, Child Molesters, we’re finding.....!

‘There’s Danger in The Stranger’ — it’s not The Stranger, we find, that you wanna watch out for...... “

— Michael Parentii

Monday 21 September 2020

Every Living Thing




YOU, are Becoming GODS

There's a new Master of Creation, 
and it's YOU

You’ve unraveled DNA --
and at the same time you're cultivating bacteria strong enough to 
Kill Every Living Thing
 

D’you think you are ready for that much Power? 

You lot? You lot? 

Y’Cheeky bastards!



“Iain Spence published Sekhmet Hypothesis: The Signals of the Beginning of a New Identity as a book in 1995, but it wasn’t until two years later that I came across his ideas in an article he’d written for the magazine Towards 2012. As an illuminating way of reconsidering the familiar, I’m particularly fond of the Sekhmet Hypothesis, which never fails to get people talking at parties. 

As usual, please remember that this is just a framework; a way of ordering information into meaningful patterns in the service of creative lateral thinking, if you like. 

Nineteen eighty-eight saw ecstasy, or MDMA, as the favoured drug, accompanying long-form trance, ambient and dance music, Manchester “baggy” fitness wear as street wear, grunge beards, and a return to long hair. 

In comic books, this was the time of Deadline, Doom Patrol, Shade, and Sandman.





“I'm a bit upset with the art now that John Ridgway's not doing much and Tim Perkins is taking over. I like working with John but he's just too busy now to devote much of his time to Dr Who. I don't know if I'll do any more Dr Whos, but I quite enjoyed it. 

I really liked Colin Baker's Doctor, but he was never given a decent storyline. The potential was wasted. 

I'm nervously waiting for the reaction of the readers to my new comic story, because there's a lot of stuff about continuity and I'm afraid I screwed it up. 



I based the story [The World Shapers] on a text piece I remembered from an old annual - I think it was 1966 - which I thought was set on the planet Marinus. 

Recently I discovered the annual at a comic mart, and when I re-read the text story it wasn't set on Marinus at all and it wasn't anything like I'd remembered. 

So, I've messed with the continuity and I've also brought back Jamie as an old man, which will probably bring in some flak from the die-hards. 

Thing is, if you're going to do it, you might as well make the effort to try something different. 

I think if I'd written for the T.V. series and brought back an old Jamie, it would have been hailed as a masterpiece; because it's the comic, they'll probably say 'You're messing with sacred stuff!'

There was a Dr Who story they wouldn't let me do last year. 

I came up with this idea where the Doctor meets two future versions of himself, a sort of 'Three Doctors' thing. 
I thought, 'I won't do two Doctors from the past, I'll do two from the future', to make it a bit different. 


One of them was a woman and they wouldn't let me do that at all. They said the readership wouldn't accept it. There was some big controversy."

GM,
After-Image,
January 1988








“He turned to the computer and touched one of its graphics display keys. Instantly, Peri was replaced by another tortured figure. The Doctor recognised Dastari. It was a perfect holographic forgery, he thought.

He touched the key again and another figure appeared that he didn’t recognise. A rather scruffy person in an ill-fitting tailcoat and black string necktie.

The Doctor switched off the machine and sank back into the control chair with his mind racing. Although he would instantly recognise The Brigadier or Leela or any of his past companions, he scarcely had any recollection of how he himself had appeared in past forms. 

Nonetheless, he thought, it was all Lombard Street to a China orange that the chap in the tailcoat was himself. In that case, not only had his sartorial taste improved, but at last it was all beginning to make sense."

— Robert Holmes,
The Two Doctors




“From the perspective of the early twenty-first century, making a Doctor Who record appears to be an obvious populist choice. It is, after all, one of the most successful and best-loved series on British TV. 

This was not the case in 1988, when ‘Doctorin’ The TARDIS’ was released. 

At that time, Doctor Who was largely considered an embarrassment, by both the BBC and the viewing public at home. 
If Drummond and Cauty had been drawn to it for populist reasons, their timing was out.”




“If we take Alan Moore’s model of IdeaSpace seriously – if only for a moment – and look at the idea of Doctor Who, we see an extremely detailed fiction. 


The Doctor is one of the great line of British folk heroes; a character in the tradition of Robin Hood, Sherlock Holmes or James Bond. Whereas American folk heroes tend towards cowboys or gangsters who take what they want from the world and end up either rich or winners, British equivalents are very different. 

They are anti-Establishment figures, even when they work with the Establishment, and they save the day not for personal gain, but because it is the right thing to do


For generations of British school kids, Doctor Who was the myth they grew up with. 

They had only the most superficial knowledge of the likes of Zeus, Odin or Jesus, but they knew all there was to know about Davros, The Master and Cybermen. 


The Doctor is the first British folk hero of the TV age, and the nature of his TV origins make him unusual. There is no definitive creator standing behind him, no Arthur Conan Doyle, J. R. R. Tolkien, Ian Fleming or J. K. Rowling. Instead, he popped out from the space between many minds. 

There was a succession of different actors, writers and producers who all invigorated the character for a short while before moving on or burning out. 

The character is defined by his ability to regenerate and change his personality. He can change all his friends and companions. He can go anywhere, at any time. He is, essentially, the perfect, never-ending story. He will survive long after you, me or anyone currently involved in making the series has died. 

He adapts, grows, mutates and endures. In this he fulfils much of the standard definitions for A Living Thing. 

This is not bad going, for A Fiction. 

Already, there are untold thousands of Doctor Who stories, which, for a character of fiction, is almost unheard of. There have been hundreds of stories on TV, and many, many more available as novels, audio CDs, comic books, films, stage plays, webcasts, fanfics and radio programmes. 

The growth of the story, compared to any other fiction from the same period, is deeply unusual. Indeed, it has become arguably the most expansive and complex non-religious fiction ever created. 

According to Moore’s model of IdeaSpace, this fiction may be complicated enough to act like A Living Thing. 

Note that this is not to say that Doctor Who is A Living Thing, for that would sound crazy. 

It is to say that it behaves as if it were A Living Thing, which is a much more reasonable observation. 

Of course, if you were to then go on to try to define the difference between Something That is Living and Something That Behaves Like it is Living, you would be a brave soul indeed. 

The programme’s expansion through all possible media was begun by its first script editor, David Whitaker. 

Although Doctor Who has no definitive ‘creator’, Whitaker can be said to be the man who nurtured the heart of the series, sculpting the peculiar mix of humour, morality and wide-eyed imagination that makes the series so unique. 

He was involved in the creation of most of the iconography of the show, from introducing the Daleks, to making the TARDIS in some way alive and the Doctor able to regenerate into a different actor. 

He also spread the life of the character beyond television, for he wrote the first novels and annuals and co-wrote the Peter Cushing Dr Who movies from the 1960s. Whitaker’s work on Doctor Who was particularly influenced by alchemy, a subject that he claimed to be ‘very fond of’. 

The basic alchemical principle, that a physical object can be affected by the manipulation of a symbol of that object – the idea of it, if you prefer – is used explicitly in his 1967 story The Evil of the Daleks (which is also a strong contender for the story that invented steampunk.) The Evil of the Daleks is about a pair of Victorian scientists who accidentally build a time machine out of 144 mirrors (the number ‘144’, or 122, being alchemically significant). 


This basic alchemical principle is still used in the programme today, for example in Steven Moffat’s claim about his monsters the Weeping Angels: ‘The image of an Angel is an Angel.’ 

In Whitaker’s Doctor Who, when the TARDIS broke down because of a problem with the ‘mercury in the fluid links’, there was specific alchemical symbolism in the choice of mercury. 

When the first Doctor, William Hartnell, was replaced by the second, Patrick Troughton, Whitaker gave him a flute and an obsession with hats in order to echo the classical god Mercury (Hermes to the Greeks). 

All this would have meant little to the children watching in the 1960s. Nevertheless, Whitaker seems to have been consciously shaping the character of the Doctor into a mercurial, Trickster figure. 

When the current Doctor Who writers claim that they only became writers because of Doctor Who, they usually credit the series of novels which Whitaker started and which young boys devoured during the 1970s. 

There is another explanation, however, which comes from the very format of the programme. 

In the original series, episodes built towards a climax and ended on a cliff-hanger in which the Doctor or his friends appeared to be in inescapable danger. 

Of course, the children watching knew that the Doctor would somehow survive. He always did. The Question, then, was not Would he escape?’, but ‘How?’

What could possibly happen to get the Doctor out of that situation? 

There would be much debate about this in school playgrounds after each episode. 

And as the kids thought about the problem, their imaginations were being stoked. 

They were thinking like writers. 

Indeed, they were trying to write the next episode themselves

What we have here, then, is a character of fiction, neither created nor ‘owned’ by any one imagination, who is actively creating the very environment – writers’ minds – that it needs to survive into the future. 

Not only is Doctor Who a fictitious character who acts like a living thing by constantly evolving and surviving, it is also a self-sustaining living thing that creates the one thing that it needs to survive. 

From an evolutionary point of view, that’s impressive

There is no requirement for those affected by an idea to be aware of any of this. 

When the media critic Philip Sandifer writes that ‘David Whitaker, at once the most important figure in Doctor Who’s development and the least understood, created a show that is genuinely magical and this influence cannot be erased from within the show’, he does not mean that any of the hundreds of actors and writers who went on to work on the programme saw it in those terms. 

Or, as Sandifer so clearly puts it, ‘I don’t actually believe that the writers of Doctor Who were consciously designing a sentient metafiction to continually disrupt the social order through a systematic process of détournement. 

Except maybe David Whitaker.’ 

From Drummond and Cauty’s perspective, the story of Doctor Who is irrelevant. All that was happening was that they were exploring their mental landscape, and they were fulfilling their duty as artists by doing so more deeply than normal people. 

This is a landscape with many unseen, unknown areas where who knows what might be found. The KLF explored further than most and, if we were to accept Moore’s model, it would perhaps not be surprising that a fiction as complex as Doctor Who could encounter them in Ideaspace and, being at its lowest point and in dire need of help, use them for its own ends. 

For Moore, and other artists such as the film-maker David Lynch who use similar models, The Role of The Artist is like that of A Fisherman. It is his job to fish in the collective unconscious and use all his skill to best present his catch to an audience. 

Drummond and Cauty, on the other hand, appear to have been caught by the fish. Lacking any clear sense of what they were doing, they dived in as deeply as Moore and Lynch. They did not have a specific purpose for doing so. They just needed to make something happen – anything really, such is the path of chaos. 

It was supposed to be a proper dance record, but we couldn’t fit the four-four beat to it, so we ended up with the glitter beat, which was never really our intention but we had to go with it,’ Cauty has said. ‘It was like an out-of-control lorry, you know, you’re just trying to steer it, and that track took itself over, really, and did what it wanted to do. 

We were just watching.’ 

This lack of intention is significant, from a magical point of view. 

One of the most important aspects of magical practice is The Will

Aleister Crowley defined magic as being changes in The World brought about by the exercise of The Will, hence his maxim ‘Do what thou Will shall be the whole of the Law’. 

The will or intention of a magical act is important because the magician opens himself up to all sorts of strange powers and influences and he must avoid being controlled by them. 

Drummond and Cauty were not exerting any control on the process, and so they made themselves vulnerable to the who knows whats that live out of sight in the depths of IdeaSpace. 

For this reason, you could understand why Moore would think that Bill Drummond wastotally mad’. 

All this only applies if you’re prepared to accept the notion of Magic. 

Nevertheless, it is worth noting because there is another fiction that is important in Drummond and Cauty’s story. This one is more significant, because this is the fiction that they became, taking on its title and performing their actions in its name. It is also the source of our whirlwind of synchronicities. 

We are talking, of course, about The Justified Ancients of Mummu. The question then becomes: did Cauty and Drummond choose The JAMs, or did The JAMs choose Cauty and Drummond? A possible clue will come later, when we look at what the founding purpose of The Justified Ancients of Mummu actually was.”