Friday 25 February 2022

Putin on 9/11





BUSH AND PUTIN ON 9/11 

The potential for a thermonuclear confrontation or even of an all-out thermonuclear exchange growing out of 9/11 has generally been ignored by the US controlled media, but such a potential was clearly present. It was inherently present because of the tense relations among the US, Russia, and China in the wake of the bombing of Serbia and the Kursk incident. 

It was made explicit when a flying object, probably a cruise missile, hit the Pentagon. 

As the 9/11 commission report notes, one fighter pilot who saw the damage to the Pentagon •immediately• thought of Russia as the most likely adversary. This innate mental reaction must have been repeated thousands of times in the minds of non-witting military personnel on the day of 9/11. 

Clarke points out that the US proclamation of Defcon Delta, the level of readiness just below actual war, was inevitably immediately noticed by Russia, and came near causing immediate countermeasures of readiness on the Russian side. 

This was the first Defcon Delta since Henry Kissinger had ordered a world-wide alert to deter possible Soviet intervention in the Yom Kippur War in the Middle East in October 1973. Defcon Delta posed the danger of an escalation of mobilization between the two leading nuclear powers : Frank Miller reported that DOD had gone on a global alert, DEFCON 3: “This hasn’t happened since the ’73 Arab-Israeli War.” 

“State, State, go.” Armitage acknowledged the call. “Rich, DOD has gone to DEFCON 3 and you know what that means.” Armitage knew; he had been an Assistant Secretary of Defense in the first Bush administration. 

“It means I better go tell the Russkies before they shit a brick.” Armitage activated the Nuclear Risk Reduction Center, down the hall from the State Department Operations Center. The NRRC was connected directly to the Russian Ministry of Defense just outside of the Kremlin. It was designed to exchange information in crisis to prevent misunderstanding and miscalculation. 

Armitage reappeared. “Damn good thing I did that. Guess who was about to start an exercise of all their strategic nuclear forces?” 

He had persuaded his Russian counterpart to defer the operation. (Clarke 15–16) Most US 9/11 commentators have virtually nothing to say about Bush’s famous telephone conversation with Russian President Putin; Bamford, Thompson, and others exhibit elaborate disinterest in this matter. 

And yet, this is another one of the central moments of 9/11. 

In order to avoid a possible thermonuclear exchange, Putin needed to be reassured that the US Defcon Delta was not a cover for a thermonuclear sneak attack upon his country, something perfectly within the realm of possibility from the Russian view. 

Putin also needed to be told that thermonuclear launches from the US toward the Middle East or other areas were the work of a rogue network, NOT of the constituted government. 

Putin, in short, had to be asked for cooperation and restraint. 

During the hours after the 9/11 attacks, Putin became the first world leader to place a call to Bush. 

Officially, this was done so that Putin could offer his condolences. But in the course of this conversation, Putin told Bush that he had ordered a stand down of Russian strategic forces, meaning that the maneuvers planned for the Arctic Region were cancelled. 

Putin also sent an official telegram to Washington DC conveying “anger and indignation” against the “series of barbaric terrorist acts directed against innocent people.” (See “On Russian President Vladimir Putin’s Telegram of Condolence to US President George Bush, 11 September 2001, Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs website, www.In.mid.ru)[91] 

Bush later noted his appreciation for Putin’s gesture and for Putin’s strategic stand down of the Russian strategic rocket troops in deference to the US Defcon Delta. “It was a moment where it clearly said to me that he understands the Cold War is over.” (Washington Post, October 4, 2004) 

In a national television address later that day, Putin vehemently condemned the 9/11 attacks as “an unprecedented act of aggression on the part of international terrorism.” These attacks, he claimed, were not a localized American issue but an event that “goes beyond national borders.” Terrorism, Putin declared, is the “plague of the twenty-first century” and “Russia knows first hand what terrorism is. So, we understand as well as anyone the feelings of the American people.” 

Putin described 9/11 as “a brazen challenge to the whole of humanity, at least to civilized humanity.” 

Resonating with Bush, Putin set up his own Manichean dichotomy between terrorist barbarism and ‘civilized humanity.’ Putin assured Bush that “we entirely and fully share and experience your pain. We support you.” (“Statement by President Putin of Russia on the Terrorist Acts in the US, Moscow, September 11, 2001,” www.In.mid.ru) 

Putin later declared a national minute of silence in commemoration of the victims of the attacks. 

Putin’s actions on 9/11 can be seen as a successful attempt at war avoidance in extremis. 

Putin, as a KGB veteran, would have had no doubt that the official US version was hogwash, something a number of prominent Russian military officers expressed in the wake of 9/11. 

Putin could also see that the rogue network responsible for the bombing of Serbia and the sinking of the Kursk momentarily had the upper hand, and with them negotiation would be fruitless. 

Putin was determined not to play into the hands of the unhinged US rogue network behind 9/11. 

At a deeper level, his policy was therefore one of strategic deception or of maskirovka–to gain time in the wake of the catastrophe. 

Putin must have seen that secret-government madmen ferociously hostile to Russia had now taken over the US regime to an unprecedented degree. He could also see that the neocons, with their obsession with Israel’s strategic predicament, might well attack various countries in the Middle East before they got around to attempting to deal with Russia. 

Such Middle East tar-baby scenarios could only weaken, overextend, discredit, and isolate the United States, thus offering Russia some advantage. Putin was also busily working on the follow-on to the very formidable Topol missile, a weapons system that was probably superior to anything in the US arsenal, which would very likely allow Russia to defeat the US side’s primitive off-the-shelf missile defense system. 

All these considerations suggested that Putin should camouflage himself for the time being as Bush’s bosom buddy. 

On September 24, 2001 Putin made a major television address, which grew out of a weekend of strategizing with his top advisors and a forty-minute phone call with President Bush. 

In this speech Putin accepted the establishment of US bases in the former Soviet republics of central Asia, which the US wanted to set up as staging areas for the imminent invasion of Afghanistan. 

On the surface this was capitulation, but underneath was still strategic deception. For a time, it appeared that a great US-Russian alliance was in the making, but this was more appearance than substance. 

Bush joined with Putin at a school in Crawford, Texas on November 15, 2001. The Bush-Putin honeymoon lasted into 2002. 

By the time Bush began seeking UN carte blanche for his war on Iraq, Russia had been attracted into the French-German continental bloc. 

The existence of Russian strategic maneuvers on 9/11 involving bombers had been known to the Pentagon, since it was the explicit premise for the maneuver Northern Vigilance. 

In this case, it would have been known to the plotters as well. 

Therefore, the planners of 9/11 were well aware that their incendiary actions would take place against a dangerous backdrop of simultaneous US and Russian aircraft maneuvers.

I Cannot Play with You, The Fox said. I am not Tamed.






However, The Little Prince, having walked for a long time through The Desert, the rocks and the snow, at last came upon a road. 

And all roads lead to Men. 

"Good-morning"  he said, coming upon a garden full of roses. 

Good-morning,” said the roses. 

The Little Prince gazed at them. They all resembled his flower. 

Who are you? he asked in amazement. 

“We are roses, " said the roses. 

Oh!” exclaimed The Little Prince. And he was suddenly overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in the universe. 

And here were 5000 of them, all alike, in one single garden! 

She would be rather resentful,” he thought to himself, “if she could see this.. She would cough and cough and pretend she was dying so as to avoid being thought ridiculous. 

And I would have to pretend to nurse her, for otherwise she would really let herself die... in order to humiliate me.

And he said to himself once again : “I thought I was rich, with a flower unique in the world, whereas in fact all I had was a common rose. 

That, and my three volcanoes which came up to my knees, of which one is perhaps extinct forever . . that doesn't make me a very great Prince.” 

And, lying in the grass, he cried. 

•••• 

Chapter 21
− the little prince befriends the fox

It was then that a fox appeared. "Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."

"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."

"I am a fox," said the fox.

"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:
"What does that mean−− 'tame'?"

"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean−− 'tame'?"

"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean−− 'tame'?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. “It means to establish ties."


"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. 

And I have no need of you. 
And you, on your part, have no need of me. 

To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. 

But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."

"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... 

I think that she has tamed me..."

 "It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things.

"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.

"On another planet?"

"Yes."

"Are there hunters on this planet?"

"No."

"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?" 

"No."

"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.

But he came back to his idea.

"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. 

All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. 

And, in consequence, I am a little bored. 

But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. 

I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. 

Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. 

Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. 

And then look: you see the grain−fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. 

But you have hair that is the colour of gold. 

Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! 

The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please−− tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. 

If you want a friend, tame me..."

"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me−− like that−− in the grass. 

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. 

Words are the source of misunderstandings. 

But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. 

I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. 

At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! 

But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..."

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. 

There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. 

Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. 

But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any holiday at all."



Thus it was that the little prince tamed the fox. And when the time came for his departure, the fox said: "Oh! …. I shall cry.”

It is your own fault,' said the little prince. 'I wished you no harm but you wanted me to tame you.' 

"Yes, indeed,' said the fox. 

But you are going to cry!” said the little prince. 

That is so”, said the fox. 

'Then it has not helped you in any way!

It has helped me,” said The Fox, “because of the colour of the wheatfields.

Then he added: 'Go and have another look at the roses. 

And you will understand that yours is indeed unique in all the world. 

Then you will come back to say goodbye to me and I shall tell you a secret as a gift.”

The little prince went off to look at the roses again. 


None of you is at all like my rose. As yet you are nothing,” he said to them. 

Nobody has tamed you and you have tamed no one. 

You are like my fox when I first encountered him. He was just a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. 

But I made him my friend and now he is unique in the world.”

And the roses were greatly embarrassed. 

“You are beautiful but you are empty,” he continued. One cannot die for you. 

To be sure, an ordinary passer-by would believe that my very own rose looked just like you, but she is far more important than all of you because she is the one I have watered. 

And it is she that I have placed under a glass dome.

And it is she that I have sheltered behind a screen. 

And it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except for the two or three saved to become butterflies). 

And it is she I have listened to complaining or boasting or sometimes remaining silent

Because she is My Rose." 

And he went back to The Fox. 'Goodbye,' he said. 

"Goodbye," said The Fox. "Now here is my secret. 

It is very simple. 


It is only with one's heart that one can see clearly

What is essential is invisible to the eye. 

"What is essential is invisible to the eye", the little prince repeated, so as to be sure to remember. 

It is the time you lavished on Your Rose which makes Your Rose so important. 

"It is the time that I lavished on my rose " said the little prince, so as to be sure to remember. 

"Men have forgotten this Basic Truth,' said The Fox. “But you must not forget it. 

For what you have tamed, you become responsible to forever."

You are responsible for Your Rose."

"I am responsible for My Rose.”, The Little Prince repeated, so as to be sure to remember.

Overcoming Imposter Syndrome





Jordan Peterson - Overcoming Imposter Syndrome



There is a Shining Point Where All Lines Intersect











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
realising the relationship of the temporal moment 
to the eternal not-moment, 
but forever - is the Sense of Life. 

Realising 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.

Thursday 24 February 2022

Ice Station Zebra






2 : 
May I join you?

6 : 
You're a good neighbour, I hope?

2 : 
There are 
people who talk 
and 
people who don't
which means 
some people leave this place 
and 
some who do not leave.

You are obviously staying.

6 : 
You're just as much a prisoner as I am.

2 : 
Of course, I know too much - 
we're both lifers.

I am an optimist. 
It doesn't matter 
who Number One is.

It doesn't matter 
which side runs The Village.

6
It's run by one side.

2
But both sides are becoming identical.

What has been created is 
an international community, 
a BLUEPRINT 
for World Order.

When both sides realise 
they're the same, 
they'll see this is the pattern 
for The Future.

6 : 
The whole earth as The Village?

2 : 
That is My Hope.
What's yours?

6
To be the first Man on The Moon.



SCENE 14 
MULDER'S APARTMENT
(Scully turns on Mulder's desk light and shines it through the window on the "X." Later on, she falls asleep. There is a knock on the door and she wakes up. She opens the door and sees X standing there. X is surprised to see her.)
SCULLY: Where is Mulder?
X: Sorry, I must have the wrong apartment.
(He starts walking down the hall. Scully walks after him.)
SCULLY: Where's Mulder? I need to know, damn it!
X: I'm sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else.
SCULLY: I'm losing time!
(He presses the button on the elevator and gets in.)
X: I'm sorry. I can't help you.
(The door closes. X lets out a deep breath and looks down at the floor. The elevator stops and the door opens. X goes to leave but his path is barred by Skinner.)
Excuse me.
SKINNER: Did you tell her what she needed to know?
(X looks at him with a strange face, then goes to pull out his gun in realization. Skinner grabs him by his trenchcoat and slams him up against the back wall of the elevator.)
How hard do you want to make this?
X: No harder than it has to be.
(X headbutts Skinner then punches him with a right hand, knocking him back. X once again goes to pull out his gun but Skinner grabs him and punches him in the gut. He then delivers his own headbutt and throws him into the corner. He grabs him by the trenchcoat again but before he can pick him up, X points his gun in Skinner's face. Skinner as a big cut on his forehead.)
I've killed men for far less.
SKINNER: You pull that trigger, you'll be killing two men. Now I want to know where Mulder is.
(There is a knock on Mulder's door. Scully opens it and sees Skinner standing there, looking ragged and disheveled. Blood runs down the side of his face from the cut. His nose and lips are bloody.)
Agent Mulder took a commercial flight to Tacoma, Washington. From there, he caught a military plane to Deadhorse, Alaska.
(Scully looks at him, shocked. She motions for him to come in. He does so and walks over to the table.)
He used his F.B.I. credentials to charter a Rollagon all-terrain vehicle. It's still a ten-mile hike across the ice.
(He leans over and writes something down on a piece of paper.)
These are the coordinates of his final destination.
(He hands the paper to Scully.)
SCULLY: How did you get this?
SKINNER: Unofficial channels.
(Mulder looks at a small digital control he has that charts his location. Carrying a flashlight, he walks a little farther and sees the top of the submarine sticking out above the ice. He walks around and climbs up the ladder. He opens the hull door and climbs inside. The room is dark and quiet. He takes off his hood and unzips his coat. He shines his flashlight around the equipment. No signs of life. He shines it down on the floor and sees a man lying dead. Moving the flashlight more, he sees two more men slumped down on the floor. Suddenly, there is a bang and footsteps.)
MULDER: Hey!
(He runs after the noise, gun in hand.)
Stop!
(He walks down a ladder and looks tentatively down the hallway. There is another bang and he turns to see a man running down a hallway a few doors down. He runs after him and sees another ladder going down. He hears a clang to the left of him and goes toward it. There are a few more bangs and he spins around to see a man wedged in between a pipe and a wall. The man gasps.)
Who are you?
MAN: Lieutenant Terry Wilmer.
MULDER: Step out of there!
(The man slowly starts to move out of his spot.)
Come out!
(He moves out from between the pipe and the wall. Afterwards, the man is sitting down at a desk, the flashlight in front of him, shining in his face. Mulder is standing in back of him and to the right. When the man speaks, it is very shaky, like whimpering.)
What happened to you?
MAN: I don't know. We, uh... we just lost power. We, we... we drifted under the ice for days. Then, um... then we hit a...
(He turns his head towards Mulder, who points his gun.)
MULDER: Don't look at me, face forward!
(The man turns back.)
MAN: We hit a shallow patch and punched through, okay? That's what happened.
MULDER: So why did you run?
MAN: A man came. He, um... he sealed most of the men below decks without any air and, uh... and then he started to execute the rest of us.
(Mulder moves directly behind him. The man is crying.)
Every... they're all dead. I, uh... I thought you were him, I didn't know if you were him.
MULDER: How is it you managed to survive?
MAN: I hid under the body of a chief petty officer, okay? I, uh... I played dead.
(Mulder flips a switch and the submarine regains power. The man looks around and hears a clicking. He looks to see that Mulder has handcuffed him. Mulder holds the gun to the back of the man's neck.)
What's this for? What are you, crazy?
MULDER: No. I'm just tired and you're not getting back to your ship until I get the truth. Now tell me where my sister is.
MAN: I don't know what you're talking about.
MULDER: Base of the neck! Now, you tell me how I can find her and I'll let you get back to your ship before it's destroyed!
MAN: Please... please...
(His voice suddenly changes to a very strong tone.)
You're making a really big mistake.
(He tosses Mulder across the room. The man stands and Mulder looks up at him. The man suddenly grows taller and his features change. He is the Alien Bounty Hunter. Mulder looks on in awe as the Bounty Hunter tugs at the handcuff and tosses Mulder back the other way.)
ALIEN BOUNTY HUNTER: If I wanted to, I could've killed you many times before.
MULDER: Where is she?
(The Bounty Hunter throws him back down to the floor.)
ALIEN BOUNTY HUNTER: Is the answer to your question worth dying for? Is that what you want?
MULDER: Where is she?
(Mulder is thrown back to where he was. He groans and coughs.)
Just tell me where she is.
ALIEN BOUNTY HUNTER: She's alive. Can you die now?
(The Bounty Hunter starts dragging him out the door, knocking over the chair. Mulder grabs his gun off of the floor and shoots the Bounty Hunter in the back. The alien leaks green and looks back at Mulder, who screams in pain as the toxic gases attack him. Mulder is dragged up the hull and thrown onto the floor. The assassin starts to climb back down, looks at Mulder and closes the hull, snapping the handcuffs in two. Mulder tries to hang on but drops down to the ice and tumbles beneath the wing. He groans and coughs, his face discolored from the cold and the poison. The riding lights come on. The wing turns and assumes a vertical position. The sub starts to sink, the wing speeding down at Mulder, about to chop him in half. With the last of his strength, he rolls out of the way.)



SCENE 15 
EMERGENCY ROOM; EISENHOWER FIELD
(Scully bursts into the emergency room. Mulder is sitting in a tub, an oxygen mask on. The people are talking in the background.)
NURSE: No change in B.P. or pulse.
(Scully looks at Mulder and holds up her badge.)
SCULLY: I'm Dana Scully, I'm Agent Mulder's partner. What are his vitals?
(The doctor walks over to her.)
DOCTOR: He's suffering from extreme hypothermia.
SCULLY: No... you've got to get him out of the tub.
DOCTOR: He's dying, he's lost all his body heat.
SCULLY: You've got to listen to me! If you keep him in there, you're going to kill him! The cold is the only thing that's keeping him alive.
(Mulder flatlines.)
NURSE: His heart stopped!
DOCTOR: Give me one amp of epinephrine in a cannula!
SCULLY: You don't know what you're dealing with here! Agent Mulder has been exposed to a retrovirus resulting in hyperviscosity syndrome.
DOCTOR: I want you out of my E.R. right now. Nurse!
(A nurse walks over to her.)
NURSE: Yes, doctor. Ma'am...
SCULLY: His blood has thickened...
NURSE: Ma'am...
SCULLY: That's why his heart is failing!
(The doctor spins around.)
DOCTOR: No, his heart is failing because he's lost all his body heat!
SCULLY: No, the only thing saving him right now is the hypermetabolic state induced by the cold. Now, if you don't do what I'm saying, you are going to kill him!
(The doctor stares at her for a second. She takes off her coat.)
Let's get him out of that tub now.
(The doctor holds an oxygen mask over Mulder's mouth as Scully readies the defibrillators.)
MAN: A hundred joules, charged and ready.
SCULLY: Clear!
WOMAN: Clear.
(She puts the defibrillators down on Mulder's chest and they go off. Still no pulse.)
No rhythm.
MAN: Charge?
DOCTOR: No.
SCULLY: Clear!
WOMAN: Clear.
(Scully tries again. A slight pulse picks up.)
DOCTOR: I'm picking up a faint pulse.
(Scully puts the defribillators down.)
SCULLY: I want a digoxin 0.1 milligram I.V. Hang a heparin drip at 1,000 units per hour. And get him two units of fresh frozen plasma now.
(The nurse runs off to do so.)
DOCTOR: This patient's not even in...
SCULLY: He's going to make it.
(She runs her hand through his hair.)
MAN: Let's get the plasma going. Okay, let's get a second line ready.
OTHER MAN: Push the adrenaline...
(Later, Mulder lays on his hospital bed, oxygen tube in his nose. Scully sits at his bedside. We hear her voice over the scene.)
SCULLY: Transfusions and an aggressive treatment with anti-viral agents have resulted in a steady but gradual improvement in Agent Mulder's condition. Blood tests have confirmed his exposure to the still unidentified retrovirus whose origin remains a mystery. The search team that found Agent Mulder has located neither the missing submarine nor the man he was looking for.
Several aspects of this case remain unexplained, suggesting the possibility of paranormal phenomena... but I am convinced that to accept such conclusions is to abandon all hope of understanding the scientific events behind them. Many of the things I have seen have challenged my faith and my belief in an ordered universe...
(Later, a nurse opens the door to Mulder's room for Scully, who sits down at his bedside. He no longer has the oxygen tube and is looking much healthier than before.)
...but this uncertainty has only strengthened my need to know, to understand, to apply reason to those things which seem to defy it. It was science that isolated the retrovirus Agent Mulder was exposed to, and science that allowed us to understand its behavior. And ultimately, it was science that saved Agent Mulder's life.
(Mulder groans. Scully looks up at him and smiles. He slowly turns to look at her.)
Hey. How you feeling?
(Mulder can only whisper.)
MULDER: Like I got a bad case of freezer burn. How did I get here?
SCULLY: A naval reconnaissance squad found and choppered you to Eisenhower Field.
(He nods.)
Thanks for ditching me.
MULDER: I... I'm sorry, I... I couldn't let you risk your life on this.
SCULLY: Did you find what you were looking for?
MULDER: No. No. But I... I found something I thought I'd lost. Faith to keep looking.
(She smiles.)
[THE END] 



Wednesday 23 February 2022

MASKS




JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
We want to think about God. 

God is a Thought, God is an Idea
but its reference is to 
something that transcends
all Thinking. 

I mean, He’s Beyond Being, Beyond the category of 
Being or Nonbeing

Is He or is He not? Neither 
Is nor Is Not.

Every god, every mythology, every religion, is True in this sense : It is True 
as metaphorical of the human and cosmic mystery.

He who thinks he knows,
doesn’t know. 
He who knows that 
he doesn’t know, knows.

There is an old story that is still good — the story of The Quest, the spiritual quest, that is to say, to find the inward thing that you basically are. 

All of these symbols in mythology refer to You — 

Have you been reborn
Have you died to your animal nature 
and come to Life as a Human incarnation? 
You are God in 
Your Deepest Identity. 

You are One with 
The Transcendent.

BILL MOYERS: 
The images of God are many. 
Joseph Campbell called them 
“The Masks of Eternity,” and said 
they both cover and reveal 
the face of glory. 
All our names and images for God are masks, Campbell said, 
they signify that ultimate reality, which by definition transcends language and art.

A Myth is a Mask of God, too, a metaphor for what lies behind the visible world. 
As teacher, scholar and writer, Joseph Campbell spent his life in the study of comparative religion. He wanted to know what it means that God assumes such different masks in different cultures. We go east of Suez and see people dancing before a bewildering array of fantastic gods. When those people come here, well, Campbell told the story of the young Hindu who called on him in New York and said, “When I visit a foreign country, I like to acquaint myself with its religion. So I bought myself a Bible and for some months now have been reading it from the beginning. But, you know, I can’t find any religion in 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.