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 The Joker is looking for a captive audience

What accounts for the world’s population sorted out by those who seem driven by the lures of the Child’s shadow-code – the “Joker” – and those who aren’t? Who are drawn instead to the gifts, the talents and values, offered by their connection to the Child’s real self, through the Holy Spirit?

The Joker only has use for those seeking the supposed comfort and protection of belonging to group, because it’s looking for occupants of its-Plato’s Cave. Looking for group members to lure into captivity where they can be manipulated-forced into cycles of conflict that make unreality “real.” That distract from defection to Reality-Truth. Where they can be deceived into passive complacency and conformance by blandishments, entertainments. Enchanted-charmed and humored by the Joker-clown. Fooled by the Joker-magician.

The Joker is looking for a captive audience. It has no use for individual replicons not looking for group belonging. They are ignored, neglected, and discarded as useless-worthless waste. Their separation as an inferior-subordinate class of replicons is a consequence of the Child’s shadow-code’s exclusiveness predicated on group “belonging,” on self-delusion rather than on the inclusiveness of self-awareness. Predicated on orientation to the Joker’s illusory projected “other” rather than orientation to recognized real-true Self.

The Joker favors body-sensing extraverts naturally-instinctively attracted to its substitute-alternate “reality” of bodies and other external objects to “relate” to, i.e. to project onto, to compete-conflict with. Separation into higher-lower, superior-inferior social classes – inequality – originates with the non-being shadow-code’s inherent illogic of group exclusiveness that ignores-neglects a useless-worthless class of non-group oriented replicons. Not “useless” to community but useless to it.

The Holy Spirit sees the One Self in every individual replicon

The Joker’s exclusiveness, its prejudice-bigotry, is based on discrimination between classes of replicons, on division of replicons into segregated parts. This is the origin of racial discrimination, of segregation. The Holy Spirit’s source of One Child Oneness, the “many” as One, doesn’t discriminate. The Holy Spirit not recognizing groups, not having use for illusory-artificial discrimination of One Self into groups-many, sees the One Self in every individual replicon. Where the Joker sees either a captive audience or worthless trash in every individual, the Holy Spirit sees only Worth. It's the ultimate source of affirmation and empowerment within the delusion. The ultimate source of Logic that’s the only source of Hope in a world divided in despair.

Personalities who seek Love-intimacy, relationship between minds-souls rather than groups-bodies, are less likely to be distracted-deceived by Joker group “many” away from true Self. These would be introverts, intuitive-thinking, evaluating-judging types more likely to be drawn to true Self. Who would, therefore, more likely be drawn toward undoing the Joker’s unreality-untruth through the Holy Spirit’s gifts of mind, the guidance of Logic.

Where the world is headed at this hour, with authoritarian America in the lead

The world today of polarized authoritarian politics and escalating violence – physical assaults, gun violence, international conflict, misinformation, conspiracy-mongering – exhibits a cyclical Joker roundup of recruits for captivity in its Cave. Where they can engage in physical violence, make unreality “real,” and reaffirm its unquestioned authority, its arbitrary-lawless rule, over its Cave, the planet earth.

The world’s descent into madness occurs on a mass-group scale experienced as if it were an overwhelming invasion by Mongolian hordes. As if it were a pestilence-plague that’s unstoppable. That gathers its own momentum, builds on itself, becomes its own driving force once it reaches critical mass, like the formation of planets and stars. Once it succumbs to the gravitational force, the attraction to perversion of mind-thought, of love-feeling, into the mindlessness-lovelessness of mob psychology.

This is the psychodynamics of the Joker’s group captivity. Where all succumbing to the lures of the Joker’s unreality ultimately lead. To totalitarian ideologies like Gestapo-style national socialism and Soviet-style communism. It’s where the world is headed at this hour, this moment, with the United States of America, the one-time beacon of democracy, cast in the role of the Roman Empire, spreading its culture of Joker-madness, divisiveness and conflict around the world. Through its ubiquitous dominance in information technology, telecommunications, mass culture, commerce, international power relations, and military force.

This accounts for the gathering storm of authoritarian rule in the U.S. because the Joker-delusion sees it as the most useful group for spreading its virus of conflict-separation, for making unreality real, for preserving its arbitrary-lawless rule.

Who will suffer?

The issue now is whether individual thinking-feeling replicons guided by the Holy Spirit, normally unaffected by the Joker’s lures, can withstand the onslaught. Or will the imposition of top-down authoritarian rule make the issue moot, as it did in 1930s Germany, when every replicon was forced into the Cave and into violence?

It’s happening here and it’s happening now. When the Child-One became the Child-many it became a group. Now it’s transforming, once again, into a crazed mob. A beast summoned from the pits of hell – from the awful curse, the delusion, of victimhood -- to seek retribution, to indulge in another orgy of vengeance.

The sick, wounded Psyche of the self-deluded Child, corrupted by its own non-being shadow code, turns against itself. Why? Because there is no “other.” There are no “others” to turn against. There is only its self-deluded Self. Who, then, are the victims of this madness, our orgy of retribution, of absurd victimhood? Who will pay for this insane turn toward authoritarian arbitrary rule? Who will suffer?

Ourselves.

Hidden from Reality

The mind of the “realist” entertains us with the appearance of intellectual honesty and analytical brilliance in every way but one: the reality and truth of Logic. With adamance that borders on hysteria, it refuses to follow the path of thinking:

  • that it doesn’t own, possess, and control
  • that necessarily begins with things as they are rather than with things as the realist imagines or wants them to be
  • that is subject to laws of cause and effect, to the authority and discipline of Necessity, that no will can contradict, not even the will of Logos, of God, whose governance is under, not above, the law
  • that doesn’t imagine all of Creation to be a game, a contest between isolated-separated opposites, conflicting self-interests with but one object: to “win.” An object with zero tolerance for rules that the realist can’t write to suit itself. Which means zero tolerance for Logic that can’t be “rigged,” can’t be unfair
  • that won’t yield to the “realist’s” obsession with supremacy, the myth of an unquestioned, absolute authority whose rule is above the law, a fantasy of “liberty” that knows no limits in its unhinged pretense of divinity, its blind quest to replace Necessity, to be “god.”

The ”realist” who hides its intentions behind facades of reasonableness, bland sociability, ever-smiling pleasantness, passive conformance, harmless agreeability, seductive humor and personal charm, can’t stand the light of Logic. To venture outside the darkness of Plato’s Cave ruled by illusion into the light of Truth shone by Logic. To venture into the domain of Reality and Creation governed with wisdom, compassion, and fairness by Logic. With inclusiveness that shares, affirms, empowers, and reciprocates Worth instead of exclusiveness that monopolizes it. Preserving its unquestioned “right,” the authority to indulge its “liberty” to have and do anything its specialness wants-- its infantile, separated, out-of-control willfulness.

To save us from Reality

This is the profile of the “realist” that lies beneath the surface. Behind appearances. That takes minds not trapped in make-believe to task for being exactly what it is: trapped in make-believe. For being “fooled” into questioning appearances that “realists” are allowed to detect with bodies, by the intuition of Mind that “realists” are forbidden to use. Intuition guided by Logic that would explain things as they really are, behind appearances that deceive, if “realists,” in their wounded righteousness, obsessed with winning and conquest, would only allow it. Logic whose understanding enables minds to perform as they must to exercise Free Will, the true path to Freedom instead of its grotesque caricature – the joke – of “liberty.”

Free Will, the capacity to choose freely enabled and empowered by judgment guided by reason and values. Guided by the giving of Creativity that opens minds to possibilities instead of the taking of unreasoning authority. Authority that closes minds to all but one consideration: its supremacy. Its demand for obedience, the “gift” of captivity, uncreativity, and impossibility. Captivity that offers the blessings of “liberty.” “Paradise” ruled by psychosis – detached from reality – that styles itself “realism.”

What would the idealist offer? Intellectual honesty. The Logic of who we really are: minds with thoughts and feelings that live. What does the “realist” offer? Intellectual dishonesty. The self-delusion of who we really aren’t: bodies and senses that die. Parasites clinging to their host, mistaken for “others.” Illusions who can “save” us from all the limits, the definitions and implications, of Logic. From Reality.

Who is the “realist” really? Our own shadow. Our opposite. Our captor. The Joker.

A joke.

The Joker’s perversion of the Child’s Parents Father-Mind married to Mother-Love in the Reality of Logic-Mind is the apparent separation-division of brain matter in the unreality of bodies into left-right hemispheres, sharing no common purpose other than survival, pulling in opposite directions:

  • Left hemisphere: mind-thought / logic-reason / order-definitions / judgment-choice / boundaries-discipline
  • Right hemisphere: love-feeling / values-gifts / creativity-freedom / judgment-Intuition / spontaneity-relationship.

The “separation” is a joke that would produce pure chaos internally and externally if it were real. What keeps the division from producing pure chaos isn’t the physiology of brain chemistry. It’s the fact that brain matter can never be the “seat of consciousness.” It can never be Mind or the substitute for Mind that the Joker promised to a self-deluded Child when the Child lost Consciousness. “Neuroscience’s” insistence otherwise is delusional -- a joke.

It’s the fact that the dreaming Child’s replications -- us -- don’t think with matter. They think with the Child’s unconscious-dreaming mind which, though compromised-corrupted, cannot be separated from Reality-Consciousness. Cannot be separated from Mind which unites with Love in the shared purpose of Order and Creation rather than splitting off into chaos and destruction. Which communicates and remains connected with Child-mind through the Child’s Memory-Intuition. Through its voice the Holy Spirit.

The idea that the Child’s unconscious mind that produced the dream, un-embodied and undetectable by body, suddenly went missing and was replaced by -- presto! --embodied brain matter-pulp, an appearance detectable by body, is magic. Mind-consciousness transformed into matter consciousness can only be an illusionist’s trick, a joke.  A particularly delicious twist of irony to be savored by a gourmand since it was mind unconscious that imagined matter, And now conscious mind is caught up in the illusion. A very Big Lie. Perpetrated on self-deluded minds that wouldn't know the difference. That could only be ruled by illogic -- the Joker.

Getting it right

Expanding context beyond immediacy. Defusing limbic emotions and the rush to judgment, the urge to project guilt. Distinguishing between ourselves and the opposites that shadow everything – our mirror-image reflections. Understanding. The change of mind that tests us this time of year. Have we more? Are we more? How can it be possible when Consciousness is gone? The rule of law, protection from the shadow when the many were one, when we were awake and real. While the disembodied voice of our reflection is heard in waves of misinformation and authoritarian grievance, forgeries of stolen sovereignty. Its rule arbitrary, its necessity misunderstanding.

Evil isn’t what “others” do to us. It’s what we do to ourselves. Imagining that our flip side – our reflection, a shadow – is an “other” that has a life, a voice of its own with something to offer. When all it has to “give” is a reverse image, what we aren’t. It’s nothing more than an implication of Logic that all things have opposites. That if two realities can’t be real then our reflections can’t be real. They’re the Joker whose joke is “I’m you." Whatever its offense making it real by engaging with it is what causes it.

The Joker’s every perversion of Reality is a joke. Making itself right by making others wrong. Scripting truth and rules to suit itself. Heads I win, tails you lose. A lifeless viral parasite coded for self-replication, the “winning” of self-delusion. An imaginary magician that couldn’t perform unless we, the rabbit, asked it to pull us out of a hat. Misidentification of ourselves for an “other” that isn’t real makes it real. Correction is Understanding that we are not our reflection. That it can’t substitute for the Self we seek whose home is in Reality. Not here but where Mind will lead us if we allow it.

If evil itself can be understood without blame then there must be hope for Understanding. For elevating context from the false “realism” of bodies in captivity, to the truth of Mind liberated to think. To the Truth of another Reality that isn’t a joke. That parallels ours, was there before ours, is responsible for ours, and explains ours. To getting it right: Forgiveness is Understanding. So minds undeluded can do what’s right and do it right.

Where can undeluded minds take their pleas? To illumination from Intuition instead of deception from bodies. To awareness that alights on markers navigating back to consciousness. With Insights to recognize one at a time. Implications of Logic to follow wherever they lead. Guidance from Necessity, the authority of Logic, that enables and protects freedom of thought, expression, and choice -- the Integrity of Creation. That responds to pleas with Love -- sharing, empowerment, and affirmation of Worth -- instead of fear -- ownership, possession, and control. With the Innocence of Now, Psyche intact, instead of victimhood addicted to woundedness, self-pity, and guilt.

The Gift of Logic

Abundance and its comforts taken for granted replace hope with expectation, respect with entitlement, knowing our place with arrogance, adaptation with reverence for the status quo. An unsustainability brought on by not getting around to it. By somnolence. The set of a mind that could be equal to the task of awakening but for lack of Logic. Not for lack of the Free Spirit of Mind and Love that’s been there for us since the room went dark. But for the will and the ability to listen to it. To pay attention. To avail ourselves of its Gift: the judgment of Innocence, the understanding, of Logic. The noesis of Logos – God.

Misinformation is being orchestrated by a source that identifies itself as “god,” with books, podcasts and the like. Showcasing accessibility and erudition so confounding that otherwise discerning minds fall for it. A Course of Love and God: An Autobiography are a W.C. Fields flimflam act that deserves the price of admission, not for its wisdom but for the laughs. Minds are duping themselves in the clear, not in slow motion but in alarming acceleration. Waking up can’t wait. Not till we’ve extracted every last bit of pleasure and resource from body and planet. Not till we get around to it.

The next generation building character, in harmony with its environment and in spite of it, offers hope. For youth and for the rest of us, that though we are animals anchored by brain to matter we still have minds and free will. We will yet prove to be better than limbic systems that keep us rooted in unconsciousness. In threatening shadows and autonomic passions that overwhelm deliberation and judgment. We can overcome.

The place in our hearts

Paul Desmond riffing on his alto saxophone. For All We Know. Reflections on a stream that come and go with the intricacies of improvisation. That can’t help but be what they are. Us in reverse. That we never get to see as we are. Never get to know as we are. Haunted by beauty. Drawn by scent and touch imagined. By the taste of Memory heard and gone. A here and now, place and time, that can never be. Yet the Now that you will always be to me.

Shorty Baker riffing on his trumpet. I Didn’t Know What Time It Was. A call for love from time out of time. And I didn’t know. Notes gently trailing a caress across the whorl of preoccupation, lifting me out of cold blankness into the warmth of acceptance. By the vulnerability of subject in a room full of objects. Cause beyond effect that needs no intoxicant, no commotion, to excuse the brashness of its intrusion. I’m not done with it. Can never be done with it, your call for Love.

Alyosha bidding Dostoevsky’s farewell. The Brothers Karamazov. “There is nothing more wholesome and good than sacred memory preserved from childhood. Let us be kind, then honest and then let us never forget each other. You are all dear to me. From this day forth I have a place in my heart for you all, and I beg you to keep a place in your hearts for me.”