Mind, body, spirit - coming together through trauma

“If there are supernormal powers, it is through the cracked and fragmented self that they enter.” William James.

   Trauma and depression are everywhere – former soldiers struggling to cope in civilian life and often not succeeding, child abuse survivors speaking of their pain, war refugee and torture victims. The damage inflicted can be lifelong, leading to drink and drug addiction to dull the anguish, and suicide when it all gets too much.  Not for nothing is it called the ‘black hole of trauma’ into which the personality, shattered under intolerable pressure, falls.

   What William James and Carl Jung discovered many moons ago, though until recently it was never accepted in the mainstream, was that experiences that threaten to ‘break’ us can also ‘open us’ to another dimension of experience. Light comes through the broken places. 

  Soul is not a word in common currency nowadays outside of churches but is the best way of describing what can emerge from catastrophic damage and is a pathway to healing.  Not necessarily a come-to-Jesus moment, it can be Buddhist, Shamanic, contact with a spirit guide, a mystical connection with nature or animals. Many individual paths to one goal.

   Men, especially in the military, are resistant to talking about feelings but one PTSD specialist found that even the most taciturn soldiers open up when she says: “Tell me about your soul.”

   In our tattered, torn and splintered world, with organized religion having less and less relevance, there is a desperate need to reach out for a deeper meaning and purpose than the nuts ‘n bolt slog of everyday living can offer. Rising suicide rates point to a deep social and existential malaise which begs for profoundly new approach which can offer hope beyond a narrow experience of a miserable life. And as Donald Kalsched points out in Trauma and Soul ‘Ironically trauma survivors are in a unique position to claim this larger vision because they are forced prematurely into “ non-ordinary reality.” 

   Which isn’t to downplay the misery and torment victims suffer and not all make it through. But those who do may become unwitting trailblazers into a more spiritual realm and a wider world that we’ve lost connection with. With the rise and arrogance of science, what is acceptable as ‘known’ is only what can be measured and replicated. Which effectively amputates what lies beyond reality and rational dissection, a region that often carries a greater truth and resonance. 

  Treatments for trauma and PTSD now include bodywork as more becomes known about how memories are imprinted in the biochemical and glandular systems, and alter the brain’s functioning. Standard therapy that tries to alter ways of thinking can’t be effective if the body is grimly hanging on to the experience.  This paradoxically opens up a radically new approach to mind body interaction in a way that modern medicine has lamentably failed to do. 

  Who’d have thought that unbearable horror would lead the way towards a deeper understanding of the links between mind, body and spirit? Three centuries of rationalism have split us asunder, elevating thought above feeling, sensation and intuition, as if a human being was a computerised robot. ‘I think therefore I am’ has outlived its time. The pendulum is starting to swing for the oddest of reasons as trauma therapists, neuroscientists, bodyworkers and spiritual practitioners come together in an extraordinary alliance. 

  Shakespeare’s ‘There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy’ may be coming back round to its moment.

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Feeding our heads junk food

Much to my, and everyone else’s, astonishment I turned out to be good at Logic at University.  It fed my fascination with how we know what we know – epistemology in academic-speak. Not that it was well taught. Tedious hours of angels-dancing-on-the-head-of-a-pin philosophising about where the speckles on a hen resided in our heads - I kid you not – did not add much, in my estimation, to the sum total of wisdom in the universe.  But in general it was worthwhile and has continued to grip my interest in more pragmatic situations in later life.

   The phrase ‘tribal epistemology’ turned up this week, a weighty expression referring to the cult-like absolutism of present day political fandom. Get your ‘facts’ from one source devoted to your idol and everything else gets blocked out as irrelevant and/or malign noise. What is taken as the incontrovertible truth is a sliver of reality and often not even true. Feeding bodies with only one food, whether burgers or carrots, is rightly frowned on, so why should we fill our minds with an unbalanced diet of thoughts?

  My early training as a journalist was in the days when it wasn’t considered professional to hold fixed political views. The job was to observe, keep an open mind, review each situation or personality on their merits. Similarly political astrology won’t work well without detachment. Allow your personal feelings to creep in and you’ll get it wrong. Manys the time I glared at GW Bush’s chart after Iraq wishing the heavens would fall on his head. But it wasn’t what the astrology said and he sailed out of his double term into a peaceful retirement.

   Not everyone has the time or inclination to stay on top of a morass of conflicting information. My father decided early on which party he’d vote for, just to get the decision out of the way, and took no interest in politics thereafter. In contrast, my early habit of reading right across all news media, to kick start the day, has stuck as I attempt to glean some coherence from a babble of clashing opinions and facts.

   Laziness isn’t the only excuse for not being well informed. Living in an echo chamber where the like-minded all agree can be comforting, reinforcing a sense of identity. I’m ‘one of us’. Any dissenting voices become the objects of attack since they threaten the cohesion of the sect and threaten the security of belonging.

   And on a macrocosmic level, hatred, as political leaders well know, is a nifty way of bolstering identity. Have an enemy outside and the national esprit de corps is strengthened. The USA have a peculiar bent in this regard. For decades they focussed their hostility on communists and once the Berlin Wall fell they had to find another outside enemy in Muslims to distract from internal fracture lines. The Israelis and Palestinians; Pakistan and India; Scotland and England – direct the anger outwards and it quietens domestic argument.

   The inability or unwillingness to grasp complex thinking also plays a part. Years ago Arthur Koestler was researching a book on Indian gurus and the question he asked himself each time was ‘are they fake or are they genuine?’ Eventually he decided it was the wrong question. The correct one was ‘how much is fraudulent and how much authentic in each of them.’  None were shining white, all had flaws and cooked up a performance at times.

   Accepting our idols have feet of clay comes hard. The realisation that even talented super-beings can be right and wrong, good and bad shouldn’t tumble them from their pedestals or negate their good qualities and talents. Yet for most avid fans it is a devastating shock. Their hero(ine) has to be perfect. The rage directed at any hint of criticism is because it threatens the dream of a champion, who is omniscient in all things.

    I’ve always been good at cherry-picking, knowing even those whose views I loathe are occasionally right, and those I admire can get it crashingly wrong at times. Never having been a joiner-in to groups and being robustly invested in my outsider identity, it is easier to sift through the tangle of opposing ideas without being seduced into one corner or the other. 

  Is it worse now that it used to be? The twittersphere has jacked levels of vituperation up to toxic levels. The Native American proverb ‘Listen or your tongue will make you deaf’ has been swept aside in a tsunami of bile against any who refuse to bend the knee to the ‘Us’ line on any side of a political demarcation dispute. 

   Using facts and the truth as disposable commodities is the way of the despot, whether in a family or out in society. Yet it only happens is we allow our minds to be manipulated out of inertia, cowardice or desperation for kinship in a cult with a Supreme Leader. It is salutary to remember that both Hitler and Mussolini were regarded as bad jokes and buffoons before they turned into malevolent autocrats.  Both of them imposed their own warped reality on their unquestioning followers and they surged to power over the heads of those who held both in contempt.

  Richard Nixon reckoned the ability to lie was essential for political ambition to succeed. Joseph Goebbels instructed the faithful: ‘Think of the press as a great keyboard on which the government can play.’ Trump hasn’t quite cracked that one yet.

  How we think and what we think is crucially important. In a universe rightly obsessed by seas awash with plastic debris, concern about what pollutants we spew into the atmosphere and what toxins we ingest with our food, we are remarkably careless about what garbage is injected into our heads. Just a thought.

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Sex, Women and Religion - an archetypal clash

Behind the ban-the-burka brouhaha lies a curious phenomenon which is common to most ultra-conservative religions, whether they are Christian, Judaic or Islamic  – a deep fear of sexuality. This translates, in an illogical hop, to woman-blaming.

  It was there 3500 years ago in the original Adam and Eve creation myth. Innocence is lost when Eve is tempted by the serpent to eat an apple from the forbidden tree. Forbidden because it brings knowledge of good and evil and along with it shame which didn’t exist before. All Eve’s fault. 

   

                      

Step forward a millennium or so and the dualist-Gnostic Christians landed on the bright idea of making Lucifer/Saturn the creator of the material, physical world, while God ruled the soul. Life’s journey was a rescue mission to free the spirit from the leaden overcoat of the evil flesh.

   It’s a deep-rooted archetype which has manifested through doctrinal zealotry into a hatred and contempt for women as the embodiment of the Luciferian realm – mother, temptress, slut. 

   Christianity, obsessed by its notion of original sin of which sexuality was a major component, had to fantasise the Madonna as a sexless mother who underwent an immaculate conception and remained celibate thereafter.  Mary Magdalene was acceptable as the reformed whore, since redemption was and is highly prized as a defeat for the forces of evil and base desire. 

   Even primitive cultures seem to have been hung up on the uncleanliness of women with an ingrained dread of menstrual blood. Women were banished into isolation for their monthly period, deemed to be at risk of withering crops, turning milk, making livestock miscarry and ruining fishermen’s luck.  This taboo continues in Orthodox Judaism in its prescriptions against intercourse during menses, with the rationale that it upholds family purity. And in Hinduism where it is frowned on to go to the temple for prayer while menstruating.   

   All this for a regular, normal occurrence described by a gynaecologist as the ‘weeping of the disappointed uterus’ as the female body clears out the unused material of an old cycle ready to start again. 

   The Protestant reformer John Knox’s harangue against ‘the monstrous regiment of women’ in 1558 was aimed primarily at a Roman Catholic Queen but behind his political and religious diatribe was a clear indication of what he thought of the female of the species – blind, weak, sick, impotent, foolish, mad.  ‘And such be all women, compared unto man in bearing of authority.’ Just his bad luck that Mary was succeeded by Queen Elizabeth 1 who took offence at his views on female sovereigns and blocked his further progress.

   Sluts, dirty and stupid as sanctioned by religious edict – and this is half the human race? 

   With the arrival in Europe of a fundamentalist strand of Islam, mediaeval and tribal attitudes we thought had been banished in the West are emerging again. In certain communities women’s sexuality is under the control of fathers, uncles and brothers growing up and then husbands. Forced marriages and honour killings are an extension of the women-and-women’s sexuality-as-property belief. Female genital mutilation, widespread in certain countries, brutally excises women’s sexual impulses, trapping her in a mutilated body and reinforcing her enslaved role. 

  Any criticism raises a furore of outrage, echoed in the bitterly hostile battles over contraception and abortion in Catholic countries and the USA. 

   Women’s issues should be decided by women. Those brainwashed into Stockholm Syndrome by their male captors and patriarchal zealots, would (some of them) gradually begin to think for themselves.  It sounds as if I hate men. Truthfully I prefer them to women and never in my worst nightmares thought the day would come when these arguments would have to be raised again. 

  None of which answers the question of why, since time immemorial, women have been viewed with dread, contempt, revulsion and ludicrously scapegoated as the prime sexual predators. The iron fist of control only comes down over what feels threatening. 

  I’m too long in the tooth to grasp the complexities of the binary, non-binary gender stramash. But on reflection, anything that blurs the old male/female fault line might prove to be a blessing as we head for Aquarius – either the 2000 year epochal Age just getting under way, or the concentrated celestial influence from the mid 2020s, under the sway of this most androgynous of planets.

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