Sunday, 8 April 2018

Ghoulies, ghosties and a weirder universe than we know


                                
“From ghoulies and ghosties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!”


 I should admit upfront I’ve never seen a ghost, though I believe others who say they have. Like the London tour guide to the old War Cabinet rooms underneath Whitehall I interviewed years ago for a BBC TV paranormal series, who had ‘seen’, not Churchill, but ordinary service men and women who had worked down there. And had also once glimpsed a man in monk’s robe, but only from the knees up. His explanation was that the ground level had risen over the centuries, so what he was seeing was a snapshot preserved from hundreds of years back overlaid on a 20th Century background. Which fits archaeology scientist Don Robbins’ notion of memory being trapped, given certain atmospheric conditions, like a natural video-recording.

   What sceptics dismiss wholesale as neurotic fantasies should be more discriminatingly filed under Phenomena awaiting an explanation. And that holds across the paranormal spectrum with a hard core of about 10 per cent which can’t be dumped in the loony bin.  Like Bruce McManaway, a soldier in World War 11 who discovered by chance that holding his hands over wounds slowed the rate of bleeding. He went on to have a productive career as a hands-on healer and worked on bio-feedback tests which indicated that he had an ability to calm patients’ brain wave patterns, allowing them in effect to help themselves in the healing process. 

   And as I discovered it wasn’t just a feel-good factor at work but something stranger and more powerful. Before filming, a Zen master he worked with suggested we sit round a table in silent meditation. In my usual fashion I was slouched with rounded shoulders. And I found myself being sat straight up. It wasn’t a telepathic voice whispering military orders in my ear. My spine seemed to uncurl of its own volition and was the oddest physical sensation I’ve ever experienced. 

   The interaction between mind and body, inner psychological states and outer events fascinated Carl Jung and goes beyond anything that can be written off as cause and effect. A psychiatrist once told me the odd tale of a family, all of whom had serious mental conditions, requiring them to be sectioned from time to time, who were also accident-prone. While they were meeting in a family member’s home to try to get to the bottom of their problem the gas main outside blew up. Blackly funny, might be a tragic coincidence – or not.

    Any psychoanalyst will tell you similar stories of extraordinary physical happenings in the lives of patients who are at crisis point of break down or break through. Even a small example gives a hint. A patient reaches a block, a subject they can’t or won’t discuss. After months of arriving punctually they hit traffic jams or train breakdowns, which through no fault of their own means they are late or have to cancel. Not an excuse, a genuine manifestation of the outside world mirroring their inner state of mind. 

   Some would argue that poltergeists are an extreme example of inside disturbance (from teenage hormones) interacting with the environment. I would have to confess I find levitation and flying furniture hard to assimilate, though it fits the concept. Maybe it’s that old cause-and-effect mindset which is so addictive. What’s the difference between a chair taking to the air and a traffic jam coinciding with an internal mental block?   

  ‘As above so below’ astrology, is another version of outer and inner in lock-step. No one seriously thinks Pluto pulls strings to make anything happen, but if it hits a degree that coincides with your chart, you surely won’t miss the effect. The planets dance to the same rhythm as life on earth. Weird or what?  Even after nearly forty years immersed in it, I still shiver when planetary movements foreshadow events. It works in its own peculiar way and won’t tell you everything. The fact that it works at all is the astonishment and one that the intellectual elite has failed to grapple with – despite nearly 100% of people knowing their sun sign characteristics and billions following astrology. 

    “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. “  Thank you, Hamlet.    


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Sunday, 1 April 2018

Family ties - an itch that can't be scratched away

Other people’s families fascinate me, that love-hate, can’t live with them, can’t live without them bond. The popularity of fictional family sagas and all-too-factual Agony Aunt columns (of which I am a lifelong addict) suggest I am not alone. Sub-titled the white-picket-fence collides with the Curse of the House of Atreus, of which more anon. 

  Tolstoy thought all happy families were alike and all unhappy ones were different in their own way. I’m not so sure about the latter. The seven deadly domestic sins, which have delighted theatre audiences for two and a half millenia from Euripedes and Sophocles through Shakespeare, Ibsen and Chekhov to Arthur Miller and Sam Shepard, just keep on recycling as constants in the human condition.


The way to achieve a happy adult family, opined Robin Skynner (John Cleese’s group shrink), was to have had a happy childhood family. Which, were it to become the norm, would put agony aunts, novelists and dramatists out of a job. And it leaves the Philip Larkins without hope – the poet of ‘your family screws you up’ thought. His ‘This Be’ sonnet, raging against the faults landed on children by parents, themselves f***ed up by the generation before, finishes by recommending all procreation ceases. What fun would that be?

  A similar theme runs through the ancient Greek Atreus myth, which relates heinous crimes perpetrated on children by one forebear, leading to mayhem down each succeeding step of the family tree, ending in the sister/father/mother murders of the Oresteia. Cheerful stuff, but symbolically and psychologically on point. As an antidote to Larkin’s nihilism, the final offspring, Orestes and Elektra, did go off ultimately to settle into domestic bliss. Except it was never recorded, since who writes a play about contentment?

   Getting zoomorphisistic for a moment and looking to the animal kingdom for answers isn’t much help. Baby hyenas still in the nest try to tear each other to pieces; ditto owls where the first hatched steals food from the smaller late entrants. Elephant families are more reassuringly supportive with aunties and grandma ensuring infant relatives are protected. But then they are matriarchal as are Bonobo chimpanzees who also live in harmony. Male bears and lions dislike step-offspring, dispatching them to oblivion to ensure only their progeny survive. Food, sex and power still drive the drama out in nature.

   In the West, when the family ambience becomes destructive to one member, the advice is to get out. Leave and hope that a decade’s absence will allow for a better reconnection. In regions of the world and cultures where the grip of the family is stronger, that isn’t an option. Reading stories about honour killings always make me think about Lady Jane Digby, a 19th century English aristocrat, with an infamous sex life. Her biography relates her family was ruined by her scandalous behaviour. Nowadays, three hundred years later, no one would raise an eyebrow. A black sheep? Shrug. Every family has one, no reflection on the rest of us.

   Where the bonds are too tight, there is no room for individualism. Identity resides solely with the family tribe, usually championed by male relatives. The sexuality of the women in the family is strictly controlled, not theirs to dispense as they please.  Despite best efforts to keep the insidious creep of western lifestyles at bay, these old-style attitudes will eventually be overtaken as they were in the west. Female education and the US entertainment industry’s pervasive pull will make the difference.

   Whither the family once the old chains are loosened?  In the Age of Aquarius ahead, however mythical a concept, some say the biological bond will have less pull.  Though I can’t believe we’ll morph into totally separate beings. The blood tie will be there, as it always has been, as an irrational itch that no amount of scratching will banish. Apart from anything else, we’d get bored without the visceral drama of family splits and feuds, whether as players in the action or vicarious bystanders.



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