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Saw a post of something over on Mullet’s site—here’s the link to the text—that made me chuckle, and then I did something stupid. I started thinking about it, and here’s my apeshit reply below (yeah, crazy shit alert; don’t even bother reading it, seriously).

Heh.

I’m impressed by how accurate that basically is (except that agriculture came first, then beer).

The original liberals were the gatherers; the women. The original conservatives were the hunters; the men. The conservatives were kneeling and praying before the hunt, and painting the struggles of life upon the walls of sacred caves (initiation caves). The liberals were carving stone statues of fat women, who they figured were divine figures of fertility; they were also carving the first tenants of the fertility cults to come.

(Of course, by the time the liberals were able to seize power and create the first city built around a temple, the conservatives had been subdued and were now doing all the stone carving; here is the birth of the Masons, and then Freemasons later. It was said that the Freemasons differed greatly in a few key ways, such as they got paid and had some rights.)

What it is not included in the above version: twenty thousand years ago, the liberals started naming everything and began to observe the constellations (the conservatives dug Orion, who they envisioned as a heavenly portrait of Sky Father, a figure out of the Great Mystery, the Creator, who they felt keenly during the long fall hunts; and they dug the North Star, that was about it), but, in true control-freak fashion, the liberals began making up stories about stuff to do with how the sky moved—soon they started erecting monolithic blocks of rock in certain spots, in certain arrangements, and then made claims of knowing the future.

The conservatives were more interested in the simpler things in life—music and an occasional mushroom vision with the shaman to gain insight into themselves and their place in the world. They had already mastered fire, and the bow, and saw no need for all the rock grinding and shiny-stone-seeking. It was thought among some conservatives that chasing game all over was pissing off some of the liberals, since their stone ritual crap required a stationary sort of lifestyle, and the liberals argued that they could plant more seeds and catch animals, fence them in, so you never have to chase them.

But the conservatives stood firm: they had to keep moving, keep after the herds, along side the lions and wolves. Besides, sitting in one spot too long—they knew too well—tended to exhaust too many resources too soon. It lead to starvation and death. It ended with great holes in the world. Plus, it was not honourable to cage a beast for meat, or for any reason; in the hunt, the game has a better chance of escape than the hunter does of feeding his tribe that day. They’d decided; they would not sit still anywhere for long. And the conservatives were respected.

Perhaps it was only a gesture of goodwill that the conservatives let the liberals make jewelry out of the mammoth tusks from their northern hunts (the conservatives, artists themselves, saw it more as a craft than art, but that was okay, it kept them busy), but after a while the liberals wanted more jewels.

It also leaves out the part where the liberals somehow end up suckering all the conservatives into doing their work on the farm, too. When the liberals convinced all the people that a great disaster was coming, and then it was confirmed (say, a comet slamming into a hill on the day it was predicted) by the elders of far away tribes, the people grew afraid and began to side with the liberals more and more.

Soon there was an agreement to enter into a semi-nomadic way of life; the liberals domesticated cats and dogs, and began planting much grain. Populations grew as never before.

Inevitably the liberals carved themselves a stone goddess and built temples (then stone towns near rivers) and surrounding farms,  eventually forcing the people to offer up their male sons as sacrifice to their goddess. (Astarte; Ishtar—Inanna, Dianna, Isis, etc—which is where the word, “Easter” comes from). Some boys were castrated for blood sacrifice; in some places they were thrown into the fire, and “Sign” was read from their screams and writhing; other sacrifices were also burnt offerings (wicker cages set alight with the males within).

This liberal empire spread from Arabia and Mesopotamia to Persia and India, then to Egypt and Greece, around the Black Sea; diluted versions reached the shores of Germania and Spain, North Africa, China and Japan. Later, strange versions spread back down into Africa, to the edge of Australia, and other versions reached Scandinavia and Russia, and then the British Islands. Some believe (and there is evidence that) it even reached Mesoamerica, where the Aztek (Olmec) liberals established an agricultural system of temple-centric city states, and continued the torture and sacrifice of the children and other captive Natives from the jungle.

At the heart of it all, in Asia Minor, the liberals grew rich and made a great Garden, and more and more the people worked on this Garden, taxed, and having to live in squalor. But the small ruling group of liberals grew arrogant and wanted more shiny stones; they held the secret knowledge, and began to see themselves as superior to these drones which they could order about the farms. Society grew decadent with excess and waste, and the conservatives suffered great poverty of spirit, and stranger and more violent rituals came about. And there were more sacrifices when droughts got bad.

The ruling class of liberals became inbred, trying to keep their royal line pure, and maniacs and human abominations slithered out of the human gene pool. They became more and more cruel, brutal, vicious; diseases sprang from them; and when they had all the power and wealth they craved, they entered into more and more extreme perversions, and extreme experiences. Obesity, hedonism, bestiality, and vice reigned among the aristocracy. They drank blood; they enjoyed raping children and listening to them scream, sob, and plead. This was the perverse, mutated and putrid form humanity had taken that is written about in a large collected work (see: Noah) to follow, same characters, same event, same result, different names, different messages.

And then the Flood changed everything. Entire towns were being wiped out, and the liberal oligarchy could not stop it; hell, they didn’t even know it was going to happen—and they were supposed to know; they held some “divine light of knowledge,” didn’t they? Weren’t they enlightened, illuminated?

The people started not to think so; the world seemed to be ending, and they lost faith. There was a great uprising. The people were told later that the gods were angry with the filthy, cruel, evil oligarchs and the flood was their punishment (one of the liberal oligarchs laments that she should have concerned herself more with living beings rather than riches and objects and pleasure). Later still, in a great book, the people would be told that the Deluge was the result of a wicked, sinful, greedy, evil-doing populace. Actually, both reasons were true.

Good thing the conservatives built the Ark and saved one town—when they resettled the Fertile Crescent later, they would start building large walled cities, to prevent any future flood from destroying their great works.

Around the time of the—last—Flood, 5600 BC, the conservatives took back religion and some degree of freedom (the world’s first civil rights movement) and entered into a covenant with the ruling liberal aristocracy, which was a matriarchy, all of which brought about the age of Kings (Sumer). Gilgamesh was the first; he sold out his conservative brothers to a large degree, but things had improved for a while. Nevertheless, the Kings that followed increasingly became cruel and violent, being swayed by the ever-growing court of liberals around them. Members of this court would grow into a shadow government.

By this time, resources had run out in Mesopotamia (over-farmed; devoid of trees; top soil gone due to pastoral herds eating roots everywhere for many centuries—and the Arabian desert was born), so the ruling liberals began using temple prostitutes (and beer) to draw in the sweaty, hairy, hunting conservatives from nearby woods, converting them into a soldier class, to protect the liberal King’s wealth and to be used as an armed force to conquer neighbouring tribes (and stealing their resources). They would tell their people that bad monsters lived there—demon creatures who must be destroyed—like what Sumeria first did to Lebanon (for timber, since Sumer had none), making slaves out of the vanquished. It was the invention of propaganda and set into motion a pattern of tyrannical, raptorial foreign policy that every nation since has copied (and Rome perfected).

Another condition of this covenant was marriage. It was still based upon husbandry (the domestication of wild animals—which is of course where the word “husband” comes from; old Norse hus = house + bondi = dwell, build, cultivate), but the conservatives were being treated a bit better than they had been before the Deluge, what with the third class status and their slum residences located away from their mates and offspring and all. Parts of this old covenant remain: the ring, a smaller symbol of the golden crown of ruling liberals, and the genuflection (kneeling, which is what commoners do in the presence of royalty, the old liberal elite) upon proposal of marriage.

The fashion of the era changed dramatically for conservatives: before the liberal invention of agriculture, they had long hair and beards, wore leather pants and shirts and coats, as well as furs; and after agriculture they were clean-shaven, perfumed, donning jewels if they were of high enough standing, and they all wore dresses like the liberal aristocracy had stipulated. (The lower in society, the lower the skirt; the priests and others wore the longest gowns. They still do to this day: see judges and the Pope.) It would not be until the early settlement of the Americas before conservatives started wearing pants again.

Some time during this, male cattle replaced male children in sacrifice (even though men were still being circumcised and made into eunuchs); this is why in many places the bull (or ram) is revered, and in India it’s actually held as sacred and not killed (yes, they will eat beef if someone else kills it; it was never “sacred cow;” it’s in fact “sacred bull”), which is common knowledge. Vegetarianism began not as any sort of “healthy lifestyle,” nor was it about eating meat at all; it was originally about what the gods/goddesses of the liberals of old were eating.

However, even though boys stopped getting their balls chopped off for Astarte, male sacrifice continued in a more subtle form: seasonal warfare.

And of course by the time of Jesus, with all the “I am the lamb” stuff, the “I am the sacrifice” stuff, well, this doomed the liberal cult of Astarte and her ilk. The next true conservative social movement began, and the practice of almost all forms of animal sacrifice faded away (although some forms of plant sacrifice remained—ever offer your sweetheart some flowers?—you’re carrying on an ancient ritual of offering life to the idols of the liberal aristocracy).

Male sacrifice crept back under the Catholic Church (once the Eastern Roman Empire absorbed the conservative movement of Jesus, the castrati was eventually formed: the practice of castration of young boys for the Church choirs), with no doubt much liberal infiltration to bring “Mary” (the pig goddess Astarte wearing a nun’s costume) back into observance.

Things started looking grim for the conservatives again, but then Martin Luther came along and another religious revolution took place—and the Protestants were born.

The conservatives did alright for a while, although the devious liberals were at it again. They had begun a secret society called the “Illuminati,” a much more organized and connected organization than the other types they’d tried before, and came up with a plan for overthrowing the conservatives and their pesky Elohim-type one-god stuff; lingering in the Pagan shadows, they had continued their religious rituals and practices, but now they were gaining new minions fleeing persecution from the out-of-control Catholic Church, which they had also infiltrated to a large extent.

After discovery in Bavaria and further persecution, plotting their revenge, they proceeded to infiltrate the Masonic organizations, then later the banks. After all, they had invented money as another tool to draw in wild, good-hearted and hard-partying conservatives out of their forested places and into the cities. And enslave them there doing something called “work,” which remains a sub-religion to this day, now more specialized as a “trade” or “career.”

And we all know the rest—things have come full circle: the conservatives are once more under the cloud of liberal tyranny, whose scientific collaborators have brought the entire planet within their grasp, and they are pressing hard and gaining ground fast as they implement their “New Secular Order.”

There. Just filled in some crucial gaps…okay, but his was funnier.

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[Otherwise entitled, “On Religion, the Primordial Masculine, and “fucking farming.”

It’s a digressionistic gibberishing ranty-stink-fest of a conversation I managed to reconstruct, entirely from scribblings on toilet paper and bubble-gum wrappers, of Dunce’s and Nihilium’s…this will make you puke. No, seriously, don’t read this. Go away.]

[Edit, March 25, 2007: Last additions, spelling cleaned up.]

Duncelor: “Goodbye.”

Nihilium: “Hello.”

Duncelor: “Religion sucks.”

Nihilium: “I feel a long, boring subject spawning out of this…”

Duncelor: “Boring? Who cares? You got something pressing to do?—iron your panties or something? Watch cartoons? How ’bout ya give your flabby-assed brain some exercise and give your stupidity a rest?”

Nihilium: Sigh. “Okay: No, farming sucks. Religion ain’t that bad—it’s the followers, those goddamned zealots who suck ass.”

Duncelor: “True, but what’s wrong with farming? My grandpa was a farmer, good guy.”

Nihilium: “Nothing’s wrong with ‘farmers’–like when I say ‘America sucks,’ I ain’t sayin ‘all Americans suck.'”

Duncelor: “All Americans do suck. Heh. Or was that all Norwegians?”

Nihilium: “Okay, well, that includes you, in any case—, point is: I’m not saying all farmers suck. I’m saying farming sucks. Farming can rot.”

Duncelor: “Why?”

Nihilium: “Where do you think religions came from? There’s one reason to hate farming…”

Duncelor: “Fuck off…”

Nihilium: “No, really.”

Duncelor: “Religion is cancer for the soul.”

Nihilium: “Sure, but it’s an invention, like farming; farming is a tool for control over people—like farming controls, subdues, the Earth, fences it in and scars it, manipulates it, well, religion does that to people. Religion is a belief in and worship of a deity. That’s all it is. And that’s the criteria for what constitutes a religion—technically speaking. That’s saying a lot, since most people say they are religious …according to government dogma, that’s about 6 billion religious followers on this planet…nearly six fucking billion!—but probably only two-thirds of all people BOTH believe in and worship a deity.”

Duncelor: “Six billion of us praying to some useless fucking–”

Nihilium: “There is a difference—believing in something and not worshipping it, yunno.”

Duncelor: “Yep. Santa Claus? Sure—he’s not a deity, even though he apparently has ‘magical’ powers and shit; and can drive a flying sled, ‘powered by happy!’ around the entire humanly-populated globe, delivering billions of presents to billions of children in a single night. (Obviously, this might have become a religion if it weren’t for the numbers, overpopulation: the potential factuality of Santa Claus diminishes with the impossibility that arises from the math involved. Religions work better with maximum ignorance.) And he does this all from his home-toy-factory in the North Pole—and even though we tend to put out milk and cookies and write him letters, we don’t pray to him, we don’t built golden temples to him and call ‘Christmas Day’ “Santa Claus Day,” do we? Nope.”

Nihilium: “Indeed. Living in Old Testament times, it was easy to believe that the sky was a dome, and water collected above it like galactic ocean, flooding down through the holes in the firm-ament, the heavens. We couldn’t fly up there yet to see the sky, the atmosphere, et cetera. We thought the world ended somewhere, off a great cliff into a void. We used to think women ‘created’ babies, without knowing what an egg, a cell, was—or sperm cells. We knew what fertilization was, but we didn’t know an army of sperm cells got unleashed and battled their way to find this other cell in the female—the whole thing is “magical,” not solely the female part. But that was easy to believe, in ignorance: we had no microbiology back then. Mother Goddess worship and Mother Earth worship were as based on ignorance as much as monotheistic—-“exalted Father Figure” as Freud called “Him”—“God” worship was, is. “Him” or “Her,” it’s all based in stupid shit.”

Duncelor: “Like twisted layers of a rotting onion: you can peal back the history of religion and see each uglier, more disgusting mess under each successive layer, each earlier type, until you find the stench coming from the core, the root. The mushy black, fuzzy, worm-wriggling heart of it all.”

Nihilium: “Yuck. And worshipping something and not believing in it?”

Duncelor: “Like women? Like feminine worship—like today? A young guy, well, he knows nothing about them, he sees only an illusion of beauty, her make-up and hair and clothes and style—and the possibilities under those clothes, which she milks—and potential behaviour from her—based strongly on former experiences, basically from his mother, and the rest is sexual…and, strictly speaking, he worships her aside from his profound ignorance and, by default, lack of belief.”

Nihilium: “Why doesn’t he ‘believe’ in her?”

Duncelor: “Because she’s there? Sure, he can see her, but it’s all illusion. He’s not stupid—he knows that make-up comes off. Teens usually don’t, though.”

Nihilium: “One has to ‘know’ before belief is possible? Hmm. Let’s see… How can you have faith that you will wake up the next morning? Everyone has this faith, this waking faith—it is a faith all humans share, and we all believe in it …it very simply being: waking up the next morning; because we know. How do we know? Well, we woke up the previous morning. (Praise the dawn!…but we don’t praise the dawn, do we? We praise the sun, but that’s another story.) So, we believe in waking up but hardly ‘worship’ waking up—it would be silly to even consider that.”

Duncelor: “I’m considering it.”

Nihilium: “You do that. It’s a simple process of a beginning a new day after an unconscious rest period of typically 8 hours. Big hairy deal. After a few thousand times, we kinda tend to take it for granted…kids sometimes fear going to bed because of the unknown, the blackness, the unconscious time we are asleep, dreaming or not. We develop faith in waking up even though it’s not a fact. There is no guarantee we will actually wake up—indeed, many people simply die in their sleep, especially children, crib death, et cetera, and others never wake up, for whatever reasons. We might pray that something “good” takes us if we do die in our sleep—“Now I lay me down to sleep…”—but this faith, belief, is not a religion. There’s no deity. Women are a type of religion but not a belief system. How many men have ‘faith’ in women, as a group? It doesn’t make sense to me, anymore than a religion worshipping ‘waking up’ would make sense.”

Duncelor: “So, you can’t believe in something you take for granted, something you see every day?”

Nihilium: “Not if it’s an illusion. It becomes merely an object. A statue, real or virtual.”

Duncelor: “Ah, you’re full of shit.”

Nihilium: “No, I’m not. There’s been a zillion religions in a short time in human history—in fact, pre-‘pre-history’ is the non-religious time, the spiritual era of humanity. It wasn’t written down and never developed into a religion.”

Duncelor: “But religions, there’s only a few main ones left, the rest is mythology. Who the hell knows what people really believe or believed anyway…”

Nihilium: “How do you mean?”

Duncelor: “Religious stats are always wrong. Always will be. One reason, people scarsely know what they actually believe—kids never do because kids can believe in almost anything and change frequently as they grow up, especially come the teen years and in particular the college years; another reason we’re not clear on what humans really believe is that children are included in religious stats, and they believe whatever their parents believe; another reason is that people in their teens and even early twenties often check off a religion for other reasons—often to remain loyal or supportive of their parents’ or family’s faith—if they believe or not. How well do people really understand the religions they profess to believe in anyway? I’ve heard people call themselves this or that but do not live up to what their faith calls for. Has the average believer studied every religion and the roots of its own, intensely, for years, finding out as much as possible about it? Looked up root words and phrases in the original language? Not many, I expect. Just the priests and ‘scholars.’ Same thing. How many have critiqued their own religion?”

Nihilium: “Few. Of course the nature of belief is believing without reason to do so—like waking up each morning…like the sun setting, there’s no evidence that it will rise again and yet we plan the next day as though it will be there, as though we will be there. Anyway, point is, so many believe whatever without much to go on. I think most people have not a clue what they believe, they just do whatever seems like the “in thing” to do, to be praised and be accepted. Followers are always sheep.”

Duncelor: “What the fuck do you mean?”

Nihilium: “Religion is a type of self-deception to replace the comfort of not knowing of, or not facing, death. It’s a trip back to kiddie-land, indulging the feminine. It’s a manifestation of the quest for permanence, and thus it’s entirely feminine. Permanence — isn’t immortality the ultimate manifestation of this?”

Duncelor: “Whuh?”

Nihilium: “Why would something finite and limited wish to be infinite and unlimited?”

Duncelor: “The species must go on—the male drive to be free ensures the scattering of humanity’s seed—but it’s gone too far, consumed by the feminine vortex of civilization, sucking everything in sight into it—this wasn’t Nature’s way of balancing our species: we were only supposed to settle down to have kids, or seasonally, and then get back on the move. Males resist, females attract. Hunters were men who were always following herds, game—game, remember that word—and fishing and working on music or art in our spare time, while women were gatherers who looked after the little ones, who sewed and cooked, and who did a bit of seed-planting when there was good earth for it. Neither side chose those roles, they were Nature’s way of dividing things up. And they kept our species alive and strong and healthy for two million years, before religion was shat onto the scene.”

Nihilium: “Okay, I’ll ask again: Why does something that knows it will die suddenly wish to never die?”

Duncelor: “Because it grew up believing, raised, taught, that something all-powerful and wonderful and invisible created it. A “human being” wants divinity, immortality because it wants to imitate its creator. Basically, we want to do what god does—because we’ve lost our real role models as a people, as a species. We want to be a god now. We want to be a goddess. We want fame and riches and credit for 2 million years of biological evolution as well as for the hundred thousand years of technology we’ve developed. In many ways, we are gods. Compared to other primates, we are, technologically.”

Nihilium: “And what is the gender of the creator? Long ago, there was no creator, no gender for the mysteries of life. It had no human form at all.”

Duncelor: “Protestant is male, more or less; Jesus and God are male, and the Holy Spirit is genderless, I guess. Catholic is female—Mother Mary. Islam is Allah and Mohammed, both male. Judaism is male, but that’s the most feminized religion around—it’s no wonder Jews were persecuted for so long: they come from the most historically feminized system the world has ever known, worse than today. They were around in the ‘whores of Babylon’ times. One of the most purely decadent and excessive, wasteful cultures in history.”

Nihilium: “Jews are probably not respected for a few things, but some of the hate is from the fact that they simply resist other cultures—and religions. They never bought any religion once they established Judaism, not Christian or Islamic, and stuck with their own religion stubbornly over the years. That’s a big reason for the hatred—other stuff is indirectly linked to this stubbornness, unwillingness to submit, denying Jesus as the Messiah, et cetera. It goes back to the Amorites and Sumerians, who despised those nomadic fishermen. It’s probably a similar reason why most people hate any sort of rebels.”

Duncelor: “Also, their arrogance as a chosen people.”

Nihilium: “Yeah, somewhat, I suppose. Genetically, Israelis-Jews-Semites are no different than Palestinians—they come from the same root stock, the same people, just different cultures. The Semitic tribes in the Levantine have suffered the farming culture the longest. Slaves to Sumer, slaves to Egypt. As an ancient group, the Hebrews must have tested out more governments and religions than any other people—”

Duncelor: “—and Jesus was the first Jew? Before blacks were rounded up as “niggers” we had men from around Sumer who were rounded up and put to work on the farm. The Amorites were Semitic and served in Sumer’s military, much like other peoples would in Rome—as it indoctrinated them into their religion during this conscription.”

Nihilium: “Of course. The Goths, for example—they were farmers around the Black Sea, pressed south by Hunnic-Mongol nomads, who were—like a stick inside a wasp’s nest—poked and prodded by the Chinese until they got fed up and started invading China—”

Duncelor: “—hence the Great Wall—”

Nihilium: “—Yes. The masculine getting warped again. Just like what the Ubaid culture in Mesopotamia did to its neighbours: trying to subdue them and steal their shit, and guess what? They were eventually overrun, too, and conquered by pissed off nomads, who became exactly like their one-time oppressors… Back to the Goths: they kept moving south until they reached the Eastern Roman Empire’s northern border, along the Danube. When they ran out of food, they went grovelling to East Rome = Byzantium, now fully Christian, who told them first to get bent, then saw them as potential converts and future soldiers, so they let them into their borders, fed and sheltered them, and were nice and friendly…providing they submitted to their Christian God. Here’s where Christian Conversion became a system: two-fold purpose—to subdue “primitives” and convert them, swelling Christian ranks and, like farming itself, spreading and infecting every culture it touched, gobbling up resources as it did so. Dominion. Make everyone the same, make everything a wasteland, and set it all into permanence…”

Duncelor: “Catching flies with fly-paper.”

Nihilium: “And the fly-swatter failing that…”

Duncelor: “And hatred?”

Nihilium: “Hatred, object-oriented hatred, is a projection of self-hatred, too—often we hate others to give our own self-hatred a break, but it never works, it eats away regardless. Anyhow, the Sumer-system was continued by Egypt. Christ, what fuss over mortality—the pharaohs, like fatherless Gilgamesh in Sumer, were told by Mommy they were gods and so, they thought—they bought, as in swallowed—that they were immortal, but alas, as Gilgy discovered after the gods’ experiment, Enkidu failed and he died, and he soon realized that he was next—that ‘two-thirds’ divinity, as women convinced him, was not enough to live forever. They realized that being a ‘homo sapien’ wasn’t going to get them to ‘heaven.'”

Duncelor: “The special perfect happy place where it’s fun all the time. Eternal milk bone for being a good doggie.”

Nihilium: “Yes, with a million virgins and happy-happy-joy-joy all the time, yadda yadda… So they built massive tombs—partly to Osiris, god of the underworld, reincarnated Enkidu, Orion, the constellation and the hunter, a newer symbol of the primal masculine, the Deep Male—they built these pyramid sepulchers in the desert that was once a rich, forested wilderness, like Sumer did, where hunters used to hunt. Poetic and pathetic.”

Duncelor: “So, anyfuck, through all this humans started trying to be gods?”

Nihilium: “Before. Farming was about control, total control, total organization, and total manipulation of the earth—the feminine, sir. The left-brained controlling itself silly. Once they got it all organized, probably on some subconscious level, then came the grand temples, human figures as tall as the clouds…greedy ego-driven dreams of giants of gold and marble.”

Duncelor: “What makes us gods?”

Nihilium: “Wealth, glory and admiration…. Technology, ‘power.’ Power over others, service to others. To control life, create life, end life. That’s dominion, that’s what the masculine gets perverted into when it’s serving the feminine (when it’s absent to offset the feminine—when Mater is unrestricted). A king is the biggest tool of all—the biggest “nigger”—he serves everyone, for a king to reign is to serve. To a chimp, we are sterile and tall, slender creatures, balding beings with funky mojo. Flashing lights and large structures everywhere. Our cities are specks of heaven to a chimp. At any rate, it’s not just chimps we want to appear god-like for—it’s each other.”

Duncelor: “For the applause, the ego buzz. The praise. It wasn’t always like this, though…”

Nihilium: “No. Why would the masculine seek power? What power does a wolf desire except that which is necessary to live, to survive? It needs its teeth, its legs, and prey. Not even tools or weapons—hence its superiority to man. Men had all the ‘power’ they ever needed back in the fucking Stone Age—the drive to stay alive and survive, keep the tribe going, and develop art along the way. What power did Paleolithic man desire except that which would help his tribe survive, except that strength to hurl a spear accurately, to fire an arrow into bison, yadda yadda, to feed his people, his mate and children?”

Duncelor: “Yeah, he also fished. Didn’t the women fish or did they mainly gather?”

Nihilium: “Depends where—and when. Women began doing less and less—around 10,000 BC I doubt women were doing very much gathering either around Mesopotamia: that’s when men started doing the gathering instead of the hunting—which makes sense, if you consider that women became the first aristocracy, the oldest one humans have.”

Duncelor: “Well, not all women. It was probably only certain women—those from neighbouring tribes might have suffered the same slave fate as the men. I know that kingdoms didn’t exist until Sumer. At that time, there were female and male slaves—the roles of the female slaves were nothing compared to the males, unless you count the temple harlots. The temple was literally the center of the farming city along the Tigris and Euphrates—it was the center of everything, the entire community was built around the temple. The priests and priestesses must have had tremendous influence and authority in this ‘pagan church.’ They must have installed the first ‘king.'”

Nihilium: “Sure, the religions started kingdoms—and farming started religions—but I meant women collectively, compared to a couple thousand years before that. You’re right, though. And things got quite complicated—hence written language popping up, wedge-shaped letters, so the king’s slaves could make better administrative records—mainly for trade, I expect.”

Duncelor: “Social structures were fantastically simple up until 7000-5000 BC—sometimes they developed into “chief and commoner” tribes, which weren’t too bad either (it seems more of these developed in more semi-tropical areas, especially in heavily rainforested areas, than they did in north Asia, northern Europe, and North America). Most were nomadic and shamanistic hunter-gatherers. The class system—the rich, the poor-to-very-poor–but-trying-to-be-rich, and slave caste—was organized under the advent of the kingdom. It’s not clear what systems were most common in the area before Sumer, but it was strongly religious and weird—and cruel: here’s where slavery came about. I can’t fathom how feminists can view pre-Sumerian times as some fairy-land perfect paradise in which females ran everything, before ‘men came with their gods.'”

Nihilium: “Men didn’t come with gods until later, much later, and it was only one god, ‘God,’ that masculine monotheist Abrahamic thing developed the same way the Blues developed among blacks enslaved. Why?”

Duncelor: “Because people were treated like dogs for a long time under goddess-worship; men and boys were physically castrated and emasculated in other ways—here’s where eunuchs came from, as you know. Eventually, generations past and enough of these dickless priests started to change things and create a religion, a civil rights movement, which is called “the patriarchy.” It became a counter-religion, a warped stab at balance, and got fucked up fast. They invented a heavenly Father to offset the female invention—Mother Earth. Sumer was a matriarchy, with an appointed effeminate momma’s boy, a mangina, a dress-wearing bejewled “king” on a tall chair. Essentially, a king is female puppet, a feminine tool.”

Nihilium: “Yeah, you told me that before. Anyfuck, to think it all came about because we didn’t know where babies came from…”

Duncelor: “Yep. Woman as “life giver” is still around.”

Nihilium: “Really. Man is still a sperm bank and a wallet. Long ago, they thought women ‘created’ life magically, hence fertility religions to come; they didn’t know that females possess an egg, a cell, and males possess sperm, also cells, and only together can this new human life be ‘created.’ They didn’t know that these cells are life. Ignorance is the foundation of religion. These were-are seeds of human life, and both men and women have them. Neither gender is blessed as ‘holy’ or some shit. Neither of us create life by ourselves.”

Duncelor: “Sure. Women are not magical because they house an embryo and such for nine months—and men are not special because we house the semen that eventually gets deposited into the female that finds her egg and becomes that embryo.”

Nihilium: “True enough. We both have different roles, and we’re unique from and for each other, but we’re nothing special; it’s just biology. We didn’t invent that, we just take part in it. We just took this ‘magic’ and put a human face to it—stupid. However, semen is mentioned, associated with a water-fluid god, Enki, in one of the oldest creation myths—Babylonian, based upon earlier Sumerian, which was based on their ancestors from Dilmun, who came over from the Levantine at some point. This next bit is about the Old World Order—literally, the first conception of those Levantines who came up with a fully sedentary existence…:”

The Enuma Elish, the Babylonian Creation myth, explains how natural phenomena and social institutions on Earth came into being and were regulated. In an earlier Sumerian source, however, the story is different – everything is established by the god Enki, the clever craftsman who presides over the life-giving fresh waters, the patron of crafts and arts, magic and wisdom.

In this myth, Enki blesses the cities of Nippur, “the place where the gods are born”, Ur, Meluhha (in the Indus Valley) and Dilmun with abundant crops, flocks, precious metals and success in war. Then he organizes the sea, rivers, clouds and rain, turning the barren hills into fields and creating the rivers Tigris and Euphrates by filling their beds with a stream of his own semen. Enki also makes the sheep, cattle and crops multiply and establishes the skills of building and weaving.

As he creates each domain, Enki appoints a god/dess to supervise it. When he has finished appointing the gods their domains, Inanna approaches Enki and complains to him that he had failed to give her a domain. Enki responds by listing numerous powers and domains possessed by Inanna, adding each time “Young Inanna, what more could we add for you?” Finally, Enki says to the Maiden goddess: “Inanna, you have the power to destroy what cannot be destroyed, and to set up what cannot be set up”.

Duncelor: “Huh. Check out greedy little Inanna, once more yet again. They were right full of themselves, weren’t they?”

Nihilium: “Brats. Divinities based on—maybe even composites of—rich brats of old. Landowners are the “gods” that cities claimed to create. The old gods/goddesses were the dumbasses who built a new temple, founding a new city and a new religion-cult around that temple. They became glorified into divinities. Back then, religion was the same sham it is today—just another control tactic.”

Duncelor: “Land-lords. What egos they had! What lack of asceticism. Reminds me of today almost. Check out this text…”

Enki, king of the Abzu, celebrates his own magnificence –
as is his right:

My father, ruler above and below,
made my features blaze above and below.

My great brother, ruler of all the lands,
gathered all the me together,
placed the me in my hands.
From the Ekur, house of Enlil,
I passed on the arts and crafts to my Abzu, Eridu.

I am the true offspring, sprung from the wild ox.
I am a leading son of An.
I am the great storm the breaks over the ‘Great Below':
I am the great lord over the land.

I am the first among the rulers.
I am the father of all the lands.
I am the big brother of the gods,
the hegal is perfected in me.

I am the seal-keeper above and below.
I am cunning and wise in the lands.

I am the one who directs justice alongside An, the king,
on the dais of An.

I am the one who having gazed upon the Kur,
decrees the fates alongside Enlil:

he has placed in my hands the decreeing of fates
at the place where the sun rises.

I am the one Nintu really cares for:
I am the one Ninhursag gave a good name.

I am the leader of the Anunna-gods.
I am the one born a leading son of An.

After the lord had proclaimed his loftiness,
after the great prince had pronounced his own praise,
the Anunna-gods stood up in prayer and supplication:

Lord who stands watch over the arts and crafts,
expert at decisions, adored one –
‘O Enki, praise.

A second time, for the pleasure it gave him,
Enki, king of the Abzu, celebrates his own magnificence

Duncelor: “Blah blah. Ego-filled tripe…holy hell. Sounds down-right biblical. ‘Big Brother?'”

Nihilium: “Or, rather, ‘Big Sister?’ This is the source of so many religions to come, based upon earlier religions of course. The ‘I am the one Ninhursag gave a good name’ bit is interesting, because I get a sense that, aside from either outright inventing language or developing it into more complex forms, women were the ones who started naming everything. Ninhursag was the Sumerian ‘Earth Mother’ or fertility goddess—and in the Old Testament we see “God” taking over her role, as well as all the older gods and goddesses; the ‘patriarchal’ re-writing of how things got names: ‘Adam,’ the first man, is suddenly written in to do this. Way, way back then, some believed that ‘power’ came from names: indeed some believed that by calling out someone’s name, you could weaken or take away their ‘power.’ Stems from older Wiccan, with curses and hexes and shit. Names were crucial for magic crap.”

Duncelor: “I always thought it was odd how “God” never had a name…”

Nihilium: “Good point. This was what the paranoid, ignorant men did, consciously or on some level, to try to ensure that their deity would last—no one could take ‘His’ secret power away if no one knew the real name…”

Duncelor: “Such as the paranoid, ignorant women trying to re-establish their old religions?”

Nihilium: “Right. Which they no doubt tried hard to do when monotheism dawned. There’s a few scattered myths about this. From our perspective, it seems like quite a male-female battle going on, but I doubt they had much conscious awareness of this; I see it as a recalibrated phenomenon, a metamorphosis of a far deeper, unconscious struggle between the feminine and what was left of the masculine, expressed religiously. ”

Duncelor: “Sedentary versus nomadic—two collective unconsciousness? Hmm. Another thing I just thought: all the old male gods were humanistic, and guess what? Their names changed. Each conquering culture just sucked up the previous religion, re-formatted it and took it all over—took over the system and used religion to keep the drooling masses in line. Greco-Roman ones are the most famous examples, but this happened often—Kebaran to Dilmun to Sumer to Akkadian to Babylon to Persian, spinning off south to Egypt, then east into Indus-India and further…”

Nihilium: “Here comes the new boss—”

Duncelor: “—same as the old boss. But with a new name.”

Nihilium: “Same game. The ‘patriarchs’ might have had this in mind, consciously—a god with no name, totally separate and all-powerful, clearly distinct from older divinities, absolutely perfect with non-human characteristics…well, hell, this sucker might stand the test of time. And it did. But subconsciously, there is always more going on. Things most important to us on basic phrenic levels always have a way of bubbling up to the surface. Paganism really was a compromise—a grotesque, cockeyede one, granted—between older Mother Earth worship and, later to come, Father Sky worship….”

The great prince who had drawn near to his land,
the Anunna-gods speak with affection:

Lord who rides the great me,
the pure me,
who stands watch over the great me,
the myriad me,
who is foremost everywhere above and below,
at Eridu, the pure place,
the most precious place
where the noble me have been taken in –
‘O Enki, lord above and below, praise!

Nihilium: “Praise. Fucking praise… Wanna see what O Great God Enki looks like?”

Duncelor: “Sure…”

pansy-god

Duncelor: “Which one of those skirt-wearing ponces is he?”

Nihilium: “He’s the skirt-wearing ponce showing off his leg. With the bird on his hand.”

Duncelor: “Sexuh. That’s what Christ eventually looked like, too. The messenger always seems to become more important than the message—objectification again, left-brain. Stuck on details, missed the point. In seeking permanence, the feminine always changes things back over the centuries to the object of itself—like a timeless attention whore.”

Nihilium: “True. Another thing: “God” never had any image either—which made future generations less likely to look at a depiction and think, Hmmm…he looks like quite the ponce. Start asking questions. What the Dark Ages did was keep everything somewhat as it used to be: this made it easier for peasants to relate to characters in the stories. Same thing with divinities—times change. Maximum ignorance…this is why feminism today won’t discuss a thing, doesn’t want females looking into the lies and distortions—they got that from Marxist-Leninism—”

Duncelor: “Yeah: ‘Just believe. Don’t think. And give us your money.’ But I can’t stop wondering… why male spirituality simply vanished in Eurasia, replaced by bearded fruits in dresses? Why do I care about male spirituality? Because it’s cool and pre-dates civilization and shit; it was alive and well across Eurasia, as well as just entering North America, 50,000 years ago (gradually skrinking up into northern regions in Europe, then forced south due to climatic shifts, where it died out), and because I’m interested in the fundamental similarities of environmentally sound, peaceful, nomadic ways of life that evolved over the world, eventually into North America, where it stayed preserved for centuries.”

Nihilium: “Was male spirituality overrun by goddess worship and fertility cults? Or did the fertility cults replace Eurasian male culture (from Mesopotamia to North Africa, through Europe and into Persia) by 15,000 BC, and eventually develop independently into full-out goddess worship, centered around Mother Earth-farming culture? If we are to take the Venus figurines as evidence of the “primal mother goddess” worship, or if not worship then represented belief in and thus not a religion, then we’re left with no chain of evidence—what came before?”

Duncelor: “I found something of interest…”

Before The Flood

Nihilium: “Hmm. It shows a mostly accurate picture of Eurasia at the time of the last glacial maximum, and says:”

Ancestral Stomping Grounds of Our Mother-loving Mammoth-eating Ancestors

Duncelor: “Oh crap, stop right there. It’s a chick site. Maybe even feminist revisionist crap—”

Nihilium: “Now, now; let’s give it a chance…it says…

Around 31,000 years ago our Cro Magnon ancestors painted the mammoths of the above left in a cave in Vallon Pont-d’arc, France. 16,000 years later in a cave in the Ural Mountains of Russia, NE of the Caspian Sea, another Cro Magnon ancestor painted the mammoth pictured above right. The map in the center depicts the vast area south of the receeding glacier ice cap where the hunters followed the mammoths, north in summer, south in winter. See the mighty rivers, the Volga, Dnieper, Dniester, Danube and the river that later would be the Baltic Sea, roadways of prehistory, with grasslands and forests inbetween them, full of herds. Here is where the goddess figurines are found today by archeologists. Scientists tell us that in the earth’s entire history four great ice ages have come and gone. The most recent ice age has occupied the past four million years. So, all the human race ever knew from the time of its first entrance into Asia was these river pathways and grasslands and the mammoths. Milleniums passed one after another unchanged, human hunter tribes wending their way along well-known river banks, sometimes taking the time to carve the image of a woman from a piece of mammoth ivory along the way. It’s awesome to think of all the thousands and thousands of years that passed where humans and mammoths shared the same world together.”

Duncelor: “Dude, wait a minute, we don’t know they’re ‘goddess’ figurines. Some people are just assuming that. How do we know?”

Nihilium: “Precisely. If men were totally obsessed with females back then, their cave art would be filled with naked women, but they’re not—there has yet to be found a female form depicted in a sacred cave that males used. Anyway, despite her obvious bias, she’s right about everything else there. That’s how it was.”

Duncelor: “So what’s the deal with these—

Venus Statue

—little statues? They look like completely obese women. How unhealthy is that, eh? Were fatass women held in high regard for some reason? Was this early fetish porno?”

Nihilium: “Perhaps she’s pregnant, and not just fat. Here’s another point of view…

The beliefs and practices of our distant ancestors are for the most part lost in the mists of antiquity and archaeologists do not know for certain what religious and social traditions were adhered to 20,000 to 30,000 years before present. Certain glimpses into this ancient past are however possible through the analysis and interpretation of archaeological sites and artefacts. In this way it becomes possible through systematic investigation to reconstruct aspects of European prehistory through the vestiges of human activity.

Of particular interest within European prehistory are the remnants of the earliest known artistic depictions and in particular the female statuettes known as ‘Venus’ figurines, the presence of which was evident in their dispersal across vast regions of Europe. By looking at occurrences of ‘Venus’ figurines, the wider climatic and cultural context and the various interpretations that have been proposed by archaeologists it is possible to gain insight into aspects of this phenomenon and gain an insight into European prehistory.

The forms of aesthetic art that emerged during the Upper Palaeolithic are divided into ‘parietal art’ such as cave wall paintings, engravings and relief sculpture and ‘mobiliary art’ such as figurines and portable objects (Fagan, 1998). The earlier mobiliary art focused on vulvas, animal depictions and human figurines, generally of the female form (Collins and Onias, 1978:11, cited in Dickson 1990). The animal statues and other mobiliary art were by no means as prevalent as these so-called female Venus figurines, which featured prominently over vast expanses of Europe and were found from the Russian steppe to south-west France and northern Spain, covering a distance of over 4000 km.”

Duncelor: “So, men were carrying around little bits of female imagery with them. That doesn’t signify goddess worship to me. It signifies isolation from said women, and extreme horniness. I think they were cave-man’s idea of a Playboy poster for wanking.”

Nihilium: “Heh. Could be. It is by definition an objectified woman, only the sexual parts on some of the items. A sex symbol. Perhaps they were used for instructional purposes, too, though, serving as visual aids. Why not? Maybe both. Maybe the medicine men had these, or the prehistoric mid-wives. Stuff for doctors and nurses that got misused as religious objects later—that’s usually how it goes.”

Duncelor: “Why no big cocks for the ladies, though? Weren’t women carrying around carved penises and little male figurines? If it was a primitive man’s world, why was male culture restricted to caves and paintings?”

Nihilium: “Good question. Very good question…let’s see what the blog one says…”

About 18.000 years ago the icecap began to melt and withdraw from the great masses of land it had held for so many eons. The receeding icecap fed the rivers. The rivers in turn created and filled the huge freshwater lake in the center of the map above, and from here the waters flowed into the sea. The confluence of the main rivers was this amazing lake, a veritable Disneyland, an incredible Eden, for hunters such as our ancestors. For it is here the winter herds would bring them. What a wonderful place it was! The lands to the west of the lake were full of thousands of hot springs for wonderful bathing and relaxing and dreaming and story telling. All around them the winter herds of every kind of creature — so full that hunting was never difficult. And the land abounded in vegetables and fruit. The Carpathian mountains around the Tisza river were rich in obsidian and flint for stone axes and blades. And in the land south of the lake there were great quantities of salt and volcanic obsidian. From about 12,000 BC onward the wandering tribes of hunters began to settle into continuous communities in the lands around the lake.

Duncelor: “She’s talking about this lake, of course, the current Black Sea. Anyway, it doesn’t answer my question….Unless…okay: women are more verbal, they’ve always been, and I’ve long speculated that, being more left-brained, it follows that they were much more likely to develop language—so, perhaps no visual aids were required. Women discussed sex with their daughters…”

Nihilium: “That or their objects were made of wood or something else that hasn’t survived over time. Or we simply haven’t found any objects of theirs yet—but, as you say, it is very likely that females starting talking more; at home with the children, they’d be the ones who would need to do that—men quietly hunting would not. Probable… Well, anyway, she has the rest right, if not slightly glorified. The semi-nomadic life was only slightly easier than the fully nomadic one—here might be why gathering took over: the left brained, logically, decided it was easier…can’t argue that once hunting and the necessity of hunting seems to have gone—the way of life began by the Kebarans spread to Anatolia and this region, from the Black Sea to France to southern England, that’s where they got it from, as well as the technology to live like this—through primitive trade and such. Culture arrived here from the south. Check out the dates of types of pottery throughout Europe—eventually every native population adopted another culture or they were, especially later, invaded.”

Duncelor: “True. Check out this gif showing the spreading of farming…I know you’ll like this…”

Nihilium: “Like a plague…look at how it spreads, infecting every culture it touches, like a virus, converting it into farming bullshit, turning it into shit, killing the male spirit. All the way to the Pacific Islands.”

Duncelor: “It even reached across the Pacific, via island-hopping Polynesians, as far as Mesoamerica…”

Nihilium: “It’s quite probable and explains much. By 500 AD they were nearly in Hawaii. We know that those Polynesian Easter Island guys traded with mainland Chile—the Nazca-Inka types there. And both started doing weird shit, standing still as a people…”

Duncelor: “At least the Mesoamericans didn’t make a stinking shithole out of their environments.”

Nihilium: “That’s because whatever culture reached there was diluted and gnarled into who knows what—it was weird, but not El Destructo Stupid Weird like in Eurasia. Anyway, that map above—it’s accurate but incredibly misleading: where farming spread the natural world was picked clean (farming needs room = deforestation, soil erosion, inevitable desertification), slightly less as it expanded outwards and changed, evolving culturally into different, independent systems and different religions. Natural environments were either made a desert or, later, converted into grazing land, soon to be razed by pastoralism = ranching, herding (like how the Saharan and Arabian deserts were formed). The flat fertile river areas—before irrigation—were turned into more crop-land, and trees were plundered as populations soared. I have another gif I’m working on that shows the three main things that tranformed the natural world into this human world: (1) human population growth from farming/religions and their ecocide, (2) climatic shifts, and (3) the historical—and pre-historical—dynamic of the masculine-feminine dichotomy—the ‘battle of the sexes’ originated as a cultural battle between sedentary and nomadic. Hunters versus gatherers…instead of working together in harmony, under farming they were enemies…”

Duncelor: “Here’s the link to that farming stuff, by the way…”

There was another reason the great clans of mammoth hunters were beginning to settle into one place: The woolly mammoths were becoming extinct. There was less and less reason to remain on the move following the herds north in the spring and south in the autumn. With each passing generation there were fewer and fewer mammoths. The reason for their disappearance were that humans were evolving into perfect predators.

Nihilium: “Ugh…well, it could be partly because of that. The climate was rapidly changing and men were adapting quickly to this—mammoths weren’t. They began dying out along with man’s hunting effort. If mammoth tusks were becoming valued items—perhaps that’s what these ‘venus’ figurines started out as—then it stands that mammoth was doomed as demand grew and supplies dwindled.”

The woolly mammoths shed their wool once a year leaving the two foot long strands in piles against trees and among shrubs and brush. Humans covered themselves with pieces of this abundant wool and stealthily crept up on herds. (Thousands of years of such mammoth hair covering no doubt evolved into the first clothing.) The Siberian mammoth was smaller than the modern elephant, about nine foot tall at the shoulders. Covered in mammoth wool the hunters would appear the size of young mammoths and could get very close to their prey. In every way the human’s hunting skills more refined and their blades and axes became sharper. They worked as teams better than ever before and there were more humans than ever before, all searching for mammoth steaks. The climate also played a part in the demise of the mammoths that lived in the vast Siberian lands to the northeast. When mammoths roamed Siberia there was no permafrost as there is today. Because the glaciers sucked up all the moisture in the air and the ground did not freeze. This made the subarctic steppes a land of rich food supplies, grasses and vegetables for human and mammoth alike. But as the glaciers receeded the climate changed.

Duncelor: “That’s another reason why humans started going bald in these regions—clothing. What good is hair when you’re wearing fur from your revered animal prey?”

Nihilium: “Well, sure. That started a while ago though—it only accelerated during the climatic shifts from 50,000 BC to 10,000 BC…by then we were, nearer to Mesopotamia and the Levantine Corridor, et cetera, almost as they are now in terms of hair and overall size. Humans were hunting pretty well before this, though—they did the same thing in North America over the next 30 thousand years without causing, or assisting in, a mass extinction. It’s not that the men in this region were hunting better—they were simply specializing in specific animals to kill, and killed a lot of them, no doubt for growing trade needs in areas where demands were high.”

Duncelor: “At least she mentions the climate there. Another thing: when clothing started, men wore pants, which came in handy in the rugged areas they went to do rugged things—while women, in safer, quieter areas, relaxed in dresses made of skins. But in other areas, where climates are warmer, men didn’t wear much, neither did the women. Tits hung out and guys stood with their forest-made spears wearing loin cloths. In some areas of course, people still live this way. What a culture shock. Let’s see more from that other one now…”

Numerous similarities and correlations seem to occur across different sites, seemingly pointing to a somewhat universal symbolism and a sense of uniformity throughout European female figurines. Although asserting that the central archaeological message and the mythology of the ‘Gravettian’ group has to do with woman, Delporte warns against all- encompassing generalisations with regard to these matters and asserts that the concept of ‘woman’ personified in the figurines is not homogonous and alludes to various roles and representations[.] He states that these diverse roles included woman as generator of life; as generator of pleasure, and as a sort of central axis around which are organised different manifestations of thought and expression (1993:256).

The very magnitude of distribution over vast areas of Europe shows that understanding the nature of the ‘Venus’ figurines is a crucial step in understanding the beliefs and social system of the earliest anatomically modern humans in Europe. Hahn reiterates this by stressing the importance of analysing the complete archaeological context when trying to gain an understanding of such mobiliary art; in particular [its] function in the correlated behavioural and cultural systems (1993:229).

Although there are reported dates for ‘Venus’ figurines ranging from 29,000-14,000 years B.P, by far the majority of the ‘Venus’ figurines appear between 23,000 and 25,000 B.P (Gamble, 1981:97, cited in Dickson, 1990), at a period that is referred to in Eastern Europe as the ‘Gravettian’ and in Western Europe as the ‘Perigordian.’ Dickson suggests that the remarkable similarity of the figurines over these vast geographical areas points to these two archaeological traditions being part of the same extended cultural province (1990:65).

Famous ‘Venus’ statuettes include the ‘Venus of Willendorf’ from Austria, the ‘Venus of Lausel’ and the ‘Savignon Venus.’ There are many theories as to what the figurines represented and the relationship that these had to society as a whole. The depiction of the female form that is common in the mobiliary art of the period points to wider societal and cultural issues of great importance. Many scholars have assumed that figurine features such as exaggerated breasts, sexual organs, hips and buttocks allude to these objects being used to signify and encourage fertility, to represent an idea of female beauty or alternately to portray an ancient ‘Mother Goddess’ (Berenguer, 1973, cited in Dickson, 1990:102-3).

Duncelor: “Since it appears to be a pregnant woman depicted, it makes sense that these were connected with fertility.”

Nihilium: “Indeed. A Pathleolithic man might have carved one to ensure the healthy birth of his first born, for instance. But now that I think of it, what evidence is there that men made these? Would not it be sexist of us to assume that men made these things? Women had functioning fingers…”

Duncelor: “Good point, dipshit…I’m impressed. But I still think it was porn.”

Nihilium: “Oh you! Okay, A: men might not have even made these; B: if they did, it might have been for reasons of most likely fertility or something sexual…or C, even the Ice Age version of a photograph, although I highly doubt all women were that obese, unless they were pregnancy depictions, which is likely. Aside from other possible explanations, it might have been a teaching thing for mothers for their daughters, something that might have served another purpose later on. Check this out:”

Venus (?) of Laussel

Nihilium: “This, lending evidence that women, and not men, made these, is:

The “Venus” of Laussel was discovered in 1911 by a physician named J. G. Lalanne carved into the wall of a limestone rock shelter (named Laussel) in the Dordogne not far from Lascaux. The shelter, under an overhang, is a terrace over 300 yards long which looks out over the valley below. Although originally thought to have been a dwelling site, it is now believed it served as a ceremonial center.

The carving, which is 17 inches high, was fashioned using flint chisels. The art historian Sigfried Giedion describes the figure as follows:

“The figure and the block are inseparably interlocked. In the position selected by the artist for this relief, the block had a slight overhang, so that the figure swelled forward gently. When seen from one side, the curve appears as taut as a strung bow. It swells up to a supreme point, the maternal belly, then falls away at either end and sinks slowly into the rock, in which the feet seem to melt. The upper part of the body curves gently backward, and the head, resting between two rock projections, seems to be reclining, as though on a cushion.”

Nihilium: “It’s approximately 20,000 years old, in prehistoric France, at the same time men were painting in caves—one of which was quite near to this thing, the sacred cave at Lascaux.”

Lascaux

Lascaux

Nihilium: “Obvious evidence that there were two distinct cultures operating in prehistoric France (which was the edge of the glaciation, the most northern region of Europe at the time), at the same place and at the same time, hunting (male) culture and gathering (female) culture, as if we needed even more proof of this. Guess which one eventually dominated? Duh… That’s some horn she’s holding—with thirteen notches on it, apparently, maybe twelve and an end line, while holding her belly—pregnant belly—in the other hand. This indicates a fertility deal, obviously, perhaps the earliest beginnings of the fertility cults to come or something practical, instructional, perverted for that purpose later. From birth cults to farming cults? Hmm. Guess what kind of horn that is?”

Duncelor: “Umm…horn of plenty?”

Nihilium: “Give the man a prize! The cornucopia is also known as the Horn of Plenty and also the Harvest Cone.”

Harvest Cone Sorta

Duncelor: “Heh. Anyway, yeah, I guess on the Horn are notches, 12 or 13 of them, that may symbolize the number of full moons per year, or perhaps how many menstrual cycles there are in a year, or some damn thing. Fertility stuff creeping into gathering consciousness. A bit of trivia: the cornucopia is also used in the coat of arms of the Ukrainian city of Kharkiv. Know where that is?”

Nihilium: “Hmmm…near the Black Sea?”

Yamna

Khazaria

Duncelor: “Yepper. Another thing I just thought of…the appearance of clothing correlates to the appearance of these portable ‘venus’ objects, one dating back hundreds of thousands of years—might it be that—if men actually carved these, and there’s no proof they did—men carved these in areas where women were now wearing clothing? Is this were “titty-fascination” originated? Because it didn’t catch on in the New World and other places, wild places—nowhere on this continent, North America, were breasts worshipped or prized or thought of in any religious way. Why? Because here Natives saw them often, except in the far north or during winter. Clothing was always optional for pre-Paleolithic man.”

Nihilium: “Nudity was no big hairy deal.”

Duncelor: “Well, according to this gender politics stuff, the “patriarchy” starting covering up women for religious reasons, and that’s probably how it turned out, but initially, I think the idea might have been that these “patriarchs” realized what stupid ninnies the male population became during these decadent times. A few hundred generations of men not seeing female bodies, when before they were common, might have led some to place more significance on feminine appearance than ever before—”

Nihilium: “More significance than they deserved…instead of valuing women’s minds, they drooled over their bodies, which seems like the way women wanted it—men don’t do a thing now unless a female either says he can or inspires him, so… But I can understand why they would freak out and cover them up. Look at Sparta; Rome, things fucking imploded from within. City dwellers and farmers worrying constantly. Caesars threw them bloody games for months to quell their fretting and rioting and rabble-ing mob behavior.”

Duncelor: “Rome is the mob is spot on. The populace, the hungry millions in stone boxes on grids along farm-squared rivers. Bored senseless working drones in the cogs of the world’s first superpower, the first kingdom needing to really deal with the “mob.” Alexander taught it everything it knew. So Rome just expanded and kept expanding to make room for it all. It was all dependent upon trade, so foreign manipulation developed through Rome into the real fucking cunt it’s become to—”

Nihilium: “Oh, how you go on. Anyfart, enough about clothing and its potential psychological effect on the Eurasian men in the Paleolithic. Back to that other blog thing…”

By 10,000 BC the permafrost began to set in and far less food grew on the year-round frozen earth for the voracious eaters to consume. With the dwindling numbers of woolly mammoths migrating along the rivers with the seasons the hunters had no reason to wander anymore either, at least not on the scale of the past. The warming climate had on the other hand enrichened lands to the south with legumes and fruit trees. Oak forests spread upon the earth and in particular along the Levant which was not dry and barren as it is today but was covered with rich vegetation as were all the Mediterranian coastal plains. Here we find the first examples of the transition from Mesolithic to Neolithic, that is from wandering tribes of hunters and gatherers to the new age of farming and the domestication of animals.

The Natufians of the fertile Lavant were the earliest people to arrange their lives around the gathering of wild cereals and storing them for future use. Yet they had not entirely left their wandering ways. Seasonally Natufian hunters followed herds of deer between Anatolia and along the eastern Mediterannean coast. They congregated in caves and on hill tops and in open air areas that were rich in wild cattle and roe deer and fish.

Nihilium: “Fucking farming…what animals that weren’t prized for ornamental value, the forebearer of cattle especially, the bull, were enslaved for food. From hunting to mindless butchery. At least in hunting the animal has a chance to get away—it is honourable. If it does get away, it goes back to Nature and lives free—at risk of other predators, but so what? That’s how life works. Farming, ranching, domestication…fucking obscene. Shooting a defenseless creature in a fenced cube has no honour.”

Duncelor: “Word. Well, that’s all accurate. She doesn’t get into why exactly we ‘had no reason to wander anymore either, at least not on the scale of the past.’ It wasn’t like taking out the trash, throwing something away when you no longer need it. Shit, hunting was deep male culture—it was a part of them for untold hundreds of centuries, ever since they left the trees in Africa—over a million goddamned years of culture. Refined over thousands of generations into the nearly perfect bow and arrow. And now suddenly the women are saying, “Hey, no more wandering, boys, let’s make with the farming. Here’s a shovel—get rid of your hunting things and build me a nice house.” And the men just chuckle in lively, carefree way, and agree? Fucking hell that makes no sense to me. They had sacred caves dedicated to this way of life. But clearly the shift to sedentary life had begun by this point.”

Nihilium: “If there’s no animals to hunt, there’s none to hunt. What are they supposed to do? Besides, it didn’t end so suddenly—not all animals were gone. Men still kept hunting, fishing, specializing further to a specific type. But all their values changed. Trade and currency became important to them. More and more men were switching to farming, gathering, full time. And here’s where men stopped being men. This is where the masculine began to go extinct in most of Eurasia.”

Duncelor: “Everything became feminine after hunting and nomadicity stopped…Male spirituality died with it.”

Nihilium: “No, no. It’s around. What we seem to call ‘male genius’ I think is the masculine twisted, gnarled over generations within Mater’s roots, in some specialized area—math: Einstein, right-brained, called stupid in school, as one example. Da Vinci, another right-brainer; utter brilliance here in a few areas in Church-run kindomized Europe.”

Duncelor: “But where’s it gone? One would think it would be most strong in North America.”

Nihilium: “Every generation all over the world breathes new life into it—every boy born tomorrow carries within him its seed. Here’s some stuff relating to this…writes Rich Zubaty:

We need a Deep Male Spirituality on the order of a Deep Ecology.”

Duncelor: “Ah, I’ve been re-reading him here and there lately. Good shit, that one. His writing style is also masculine (no long, winding sentences—short, curt ones instead, concise and quick to the point overall). It still surprises me how many ideas and points I agree with in his masculine manifesto, “What Men Know That Women Don’t (How To Love Women Without Losing Your Soul).”

Nihilium: “Same here. Continuing, he goes on to quote Ray Raphael:”

“Our pluralistic culture gives only a loose and pluralistic response to the problems faced by developing young men. And so it is that we have become a nation of makeshift males… But, the problem with traditional initiations is that they encourage an elitist, xenophobic, “us versus them” attitude, and we can ill afford this kind of tribalism today.”

Duncelor: “Yes, especially since the ‘human tribe’ has gotten so ugly, greedy, filthy and utterly bloated, a Great Human Blob our species is…seven billion cells in one creature…the human organism is one hu-mungous blubber-layered couch potato—returning to any previously tribal system would be utter suicide for a species with our numbers. This is why I am not ‘for’ some immediate return to hunter-gatherer ways of living. Again there’ll be nothing left to hunt and we’ll be left with fucking farming and the same shit all over again. The overpopulation needs attention first. If we can ever bring our numbers back down to sane values, we might stand a chance. I really doubt it, but we *might* if I can be a bit positive for a rare moment.”

Nihilium: “I’m all for it. Yes, the population thing is the main problem. Inbetween religions telling us to “go forth and multiply” and females shaking their tits and asses everywhere—-with women in control of sex on nearly every level, from its stimulation to its access and everything that happens afterwards, including a feminized public education system for the kids, raised by females, taught by females—-leading around 90% of the male gender about like puppy dogs, there’s little hope of getting this 7-billion-human disturbance on this planet within sane parameters. And how we got this bad is the point. What we call “spirituality” seems incredibly feminine…and those in it seem to specifiy it that way—in that I mean there doesn’t seem to be any masculine components in spirituality today. Those in it are against the “maleness” of religions, and rightly so—because that’s not maleness at all—but in constructing their spiritual beliefs, they’re still mentally stuck in farming times, seeing “mother earth” as a fucking garden. No, “she” is not a garden. IT isn’t. Nature is neither he nor she—it’s both: a wild, brutal world in which only the strong survive. It’s no ‘paradise.’ It is and it isn’t.”

Duncelor: “Whoa, calm down.”

Nihilium: “Hey, if I’m wrong, feel free to correct me—seriously, show me some masculine side of any spiritual lifestyle or belief system or even a philosophical approach to life. Where is it? I’ve been looking for years, so don’t keep me in suspense—if this is a man’s world, male spirituality should be strong and healthy, and should be clearly evident absolutely everywhere. Every place there are men it should be glaringly evident.”

Duncleor: “Hmm…”

Nihilium: “But…it isn’t, it is? In fact, I’d bet you couldn’t find one single masculine aspect of any spiritual outlook, especially not in North America. If so, go ahead. I dare ya…”

Duncelor: “That’s because no one really knows what masculinity is anymore, so how could they include it? Goddamned snot-nosed, tie-wearing fruitcake—”

Nihilium: “Continues Zubaty:”

“In fact, the two are the same order of phenomenom. No more mater-ialism, nationalism. An initiation of nothing less than a ‘revelation of the sacred.’ This is where street gangs and the army miss out.”

Duncelor: “Street gangs and the army—the last remaining pockets of anything resembling “male culture” since we abandoned hunting 20 to 30 thousand years back.”

Nihilium: “Our domestication; yunno, the perversion of forcing or coaxing strong, proud hunters to work on farms, doing what was formerly ‘women’s work.’ In terms of male initiation—an ordeal that brings about or just symbolizes the boy’s move from boyhood to manhood, the pivotal death of the boy and rebirth as a man—other than sports, the army-military, and gang-culture, there is nothing any longer. Instead of being baptised in Nature by the elders—the old men—as before, we are now baptised in beer and bootlegged whiskey, drugs, shame from mommies, gambling, violence, murdering each other, by pure stupidity…all the work we’ve put into living longer lives doesn’t seem necessary: the non-feminized males, the ones with any balls or spark of resistance whatsoever, these uninitiated males do their best to burn out like a comet before their 30th birthdays.”

Duncelor: “Some stumble onto a self-initiation that nearly kills them, too—and if they survive, if they’re extremely lucky, they’ll be plenty wounded, and plenty jaded and bitter—yeah, like me. I would never recommend my approach, not to any male; some of it was crucial, but most was redundant, my thick skull and stubbornness that causes me to learn slowly sometimes. It took over a decade to get back in tune with my instincts, to trust them, to really identify that masculine part of myself and avoid the ego-traps along the way. This is why I would never advise anyone to do what I’ve done—it’s a mere fluke that I survived, and so it’s a sloppy, far too risky (risk is necessary, but not complete self-recklessness, suicidal spasticity) and inefficient way to go about it.”

Nihilium: “This is about how we deal with wounds—Zubaty gets into that as well…”

“Through our wounds, and through our acceptance and understanding of them, do we grow and evolve. In To Be a Man, Keith Thompson has made a hypothesis that each wound a man receives at any point is but a localized instance of the One Male Wound.

Duncelor: “How does he mean?”

Nihilium: “I was getting to that…”

“Essential to every man is his wound. All men are wounded. Some manage to spend their lifetime dissembling, avoiding the admission.”

Nihilium: “The inherent male ‘I’m fine; no worries’ complex of denial…that we all know and engage in at some point…”

Duncelor: “Grin and bear it, suck it up, develop thick skin, build a wall; what did Pink Floyd say? Silent desperation is the English way? You better believe it—Canadian and American, too.”

Nihilium: “Enter alcohol. Counter-shame and self-shame. Both intended to perpetuate the silence, both at the whim of the ego, both avoid the problem and make it worse.”

Duncelor: “What men—and women—say in silence is utterly deafening…”

“But the only way to spiritual growth is crawl right through the wound. Who cares about spiritual growth? Anyone who is in a lot of pain—who wants to transcend his agony of body or mind—cares about spiritual growth. According to Joseph Campbell, the wound is a hole where the soul enters the body. The wound is a doorway into our souls, and without it we are just boys with guns—potential villains. Knowing our wound is knowing our openness, our humanness.

“Our myths, our poetry, our literature, our religion are supposed to teach us how to experience our wound. Do they do that? Yes, to some extent. Blues music has always been my doorway into the Wound. Just knowing that other men have been there, have put up with that much shit, makes it all a lot less frightening and a lot easier to take. You need plenty of courage to sing about your pain and that’s what bluesmen do. Drugs kill the pain, but mask the problem. An uninitiated man is a prime candidate for drug abuse.”

Nihilium: “That fits for me.”

Duncelor: “Me too—in fact, almost every man I know. That’s why alcohol came about in the first place…there is no difference essentially in what ancient men went through deprived of their culture, slaving away on farms instead, compared to what Native Americans went through for precisely the same reasons and same ultimate motivation…”

“We don’t want to be sissies complaining about our wounds, and yet there are equal risks in not speaking about the wounds and thereby allowing them to steer us blindly through our emotional lives.”

Duncelor: “This inevitably leads into the pretense or facade of strength we feel must keep up at all times, to appear strong.”

Nihilium: “Right. By not wanting to show weakness, we actually grow weaker and weaker over time, more scattered as male beings. We lose cohesion. We act out and take it out on others—we become tyrants. Tormented, cowering tyrants, brittle through and through.”

Duncelor: “Sometimes quite devious ones…”

Nihilium: “Damn your personal references!”

Duncelor: Burp.

Nihilium: “And we rush out to find a mother-figure for solace, comfort, understanding, and Ego Chow—praise—and become putty in the hands of women…”

“A man who is not allowed the humanizing experience of failure and defeat becomes a prisoner of perfectionism—an ignorant perpetrator of his own shame.”

Nihilium: “Didn’t you say before that’s been the toughest part for you?”

Duncelor: “Yes. The ego can be so tricky that way. We see this in males who are wholeheartedly preoccupied with winning—well, not losing—as well as with appearing without fault, not wanting to make a mistake, frantic to avoid the shame of that. The combination is entrenching; attachment of fault signifies this self-perception of weakness, which feeds the need to hide it—the wound—better. Thus, appearing perfect is pretty camouflage for wounds and weakness. It’s diabolical. The denial and rationalization for behaviours, et cetera: putrid webs tangled up in your head…”

Nihilium: “Hence you are both spider and fly…”

And shame is the most all-pervasive wound in American society.

Duncelor: “It’s damn near exclusive to males, as well. Unemployed men are twice as likely to kill themselves compared with employed men, while there is no real difference between suicide rates among employed and non-employed women.”

Nihilium: “Well, we have more expectation, so shame enters into it far more often—at a primary level, adult males have double pressure: to be distinct from female and be distinct from boy. Females have different, and I think lesser, types of pressure—stress; life expectancy illustrates this adequately. I’m sure women feel shame, but it seems more like guilt in my experiences. Fault and blame they tend to avoid like a plague. When men value their worth, are valued in worthiness, in terms of currency and Mater-ial possessions—now you got me using it—this is what results. In the Great Depression, for example, men were 650 percent more likely to kill themselves than women were. They couldn’t provide, they couldn’t prove their value—they could live up to expectations. That, folks, is shame hard at work for the ego.”

Says Francis Weller:
‘Shame is a bodily-based archetypical response to a man’s ruptured sense of adequacy and worthiness. When we experience a failure of bridging with the father, for example, we feel shame; what’s more we feel that we are to blame for the failure. What is wrong with me that my father is not closer to me, does not touch me, does not love me? Three shifts are necessary to initiate healing. First we must move from feeling worthless [shamed] to seeing ourselves as wounded. We must move from feeling contempt for the self to feeling compassion. And we must move from concealing our shame in silence to revealing ourselves in sharing.’

Or else, you can just get rid of your ego. The only thing that ever hurts when you are hurting inside, is your ego. Shame is ego in reverse. It’s making a big deal of the fact that you’re not a big deal.”

Nihilium: “Excellent points, all. I added bold on that particular point there.”

Duncelor: “Yep. What’s called “getting rid of your ego” doesn’t mean trying to rip it out of yourself—that never works. It’s always there. “Getting rid of” is figurative. It should be considered like a vicious, ravenous beast within you that requires constant guarding, watching—and lack of attention. Paid attention to but never fed. Attention meaning the sort of attention you pay to where you’re walking if you’re on a frozen lake, not the sort of attention you give a baby. Picture the most horrible, vile, evil, filthy, corrupt, greedy, lie-churning, murderous creature possible in your imagination—that’s your ego. Never turn your back on it. Like an organ, like tonsils perhaps, which you need in youth yet which starts poisoning you, killing you, as you approach adulthood, because the process of keeping it in check has been lost over time—so is the ego. Obliviously letting that thing do whatever it wants inside you is disrespecting yourself as a person. It’s self-abuse. Maybe envision your ego as a pedophile, and all your thoughts and emotions are little kids…”

Nihilium: “Yikes.”

Duncelor: “Uh huh. Like I said: Never turn your back on it.”

Nihilium: “A friend once told me a story of a guy explaining he had two dogs inside him—one dark, one light—constantly locked in an epic struggle. The other fellow asked him, ‘So, which one wins?’ The first guy says, ‘The one I feed the most.'”

Duncelor: “Nice way to put it.”

Nihilium: “I hadn’t much insight into what he meant at the time—cool how things come back to us after a decade and suddenly make complete sense—and thought it had something to do with good and evil, so I ignored it, forgot about it. But we can expand and split that that apt analogy-tale into: right-brained and left-brained, since both are at the whim of the ego in different ways. The right-brain seems most inclined to addictions like alcohol, while the left seems inclined to the rationalizational, denial, perfectionism, and other types of addiction; strictly speaking, there’s no major difference in addiction between men and women except how we go about it. Each feeds a different beast different foods. One wanting to escape it, one wanting to control it. But neither work.”

Says Carl Jung:
‘There appears to be a conscience in mankind which severely punishes the man who does not swallow his pride [shrink his ego] and admit that he is fallible and human. As we heal our isolation we experience a connectedness that exposes a sacredness of all life. Thus healing our shame becomes not just a personal challenge but a transpersonal challenge. When the cloak of shame drops we find we are all men of soul.’

“Women seem to have very little desire to know their woundedness, and even less to do anything about it. This is not true of all women, but what we are talking about in this book are tendencies that shape up along sexual lines. Women like to chatter, they like to complain, they like to criticize and judge. But their very facility with language often operates as a barrier which prevents them getting down into themselves. They don’t take naturally to spelunking: exploring the caves of Father Earth or their own psyches.
“Women have a life form which is almost identical in every society on earth. They are the basic unit of the species. They are tradition and stubbornness and defensiveness and resistance to change. In a decadent society the bravest, smartest women don’t reproduce. Guess what we are? Men, however, have very little in common, outwardly, from culture to culture. What all men seem to share in their creative, intuitive, risk-filled sorties through life are the soul wounds, the injuries that accrue to the emotional body, that come from living life on the edge. These are readily transcribed from culture to culture through art and poetry. Men who eat octopuss easily understand men who eat mung beans when they sing about these wounds. Herein lies my precarious hope for a global male culture.”

Duncelor: “Wise words. What Jung said: why many discourage others from starving their egos is, simply, because it will no longer benefit them. Modern economics, commercialism, corporatism, consumerism, are all based upon this principle—want—whether consciously intended or subconsciously, or unconsciously. Someone who only needs and doesn’t want is of no use to the system. One who can’t be shamed—and one who doesn’t give into being praised, giving into pride—is one who is completely free of the slavery to this system.”

Nihilium: “Right: ‘You’re not complete, my friend.’ Smile, smile. ‘You need this thing here—it slices, it dices, it mixes, it fixes, it does your laundry, makes your bed, clips your toe nails, drives your car, freshens your breath. You can get 15 million channels on this puppy. Everyone’s got one—only dorks don’t. Everyone who’s anyone has this thing. Now, cash or charge?'”

Duncelor: “Keeping up with the Clones’s…”

Nihilium: “Egos make the world go round….”

Duncelor: “Leggo my Ego!”

Nihilium: “Ugh…”

Duncelor: “Male-as-protector has been exploited by militaries since Sumer—the Ubaid culture started this and slavery, “divisions of labour”—using this as well. What happens in boot camp? The male is initiated—in a perverted way: his ego is ripped apart, his male being is torn to shreds, which is okay, but then he’s put back together in a new form—praise for how well he fires his rifle, takes orders, fights and kills, and ultimately dies, is given. Through promotion he’s offered the illusion of getting somewhere—a point for all of it. Advancement. Status and lack of shame and pomp. And a chance to do to someone else what was done to him. The fomerly small male heirarchy back in hunting culture, still observable in sports, explodes in left-brained complexity and intricate systemization.”

Nihilium: “The ego is the main tool used to push him down into the muck of himself and then it’s reconstituted in him into forms of the rulers’ choosing: murderous, hate-filled weapons of war. Like guard dogs. Okay, let’s get back to what he was saying before…”

“A group of men voided of their youth and programmed to do battle without obedience to a spiritual realm are dangerous to everybody. Roman soldiers killed Jesus. The Government of Athens ordered Socrates to kill himself. Had these men not endured these travesties of justice we would not have Christianity or Democracy today. They died for their beliefs—the ultimate battle of the Spiritual Warrior. Either of them could have avoided the penalty, and thereby negated their entire life’s work and condemned their followers to extinction but, unlike their oppressors, they fought for a higher goal.”

Duncelor: “And Jesus, whoever the guy was, was wise and had some good ideas, as I’ve always said. Even when I slammed him in forums and such—my old, nasty Christian-baiting tactics. Jesus was not a Christian, though. He didn’t want churches and temples and idols—or crosses—or religion. He hated farming, too; he was a nomad, a carpenter when he needed money, and a fisherman. I don’t mind him. It’s Christians I can’t fucking stand.”

Nihilium: “Seen simply as a man who lived in Roman times—-an ordinary, hairy, smelly human male, not some ‘son of God,’ some blond-haired, blue-eyed Euro-conception, a fem-boy king—that’s what Christians turned Jesus into—what fucking rubbish—-yes, same here; it’s his followers I’ve had issues with…”

“In midlife men arrive at a crisis that is another experience of initiation. Here we metamorphose into an entirely different idea of manhood. We distance ourselves from the female values that have made such inroads into our lives in the past 25 years, and we seek the Deep Masculine. The midlife crisis, faced alone and in private, is a life-threatening experience for us uninitiated males. Hunter/gatherers were dead by forty. We’ve extended our lives in such a way that, in a great cyclical movement, we begin to pull back on ourselves. This midlife crisis is foremost a reaction to being trapped into enforcing female values for the past half of our lives. For men it is a second initiation, a time to look past mater-ial things and find deeper meanings. With a lack of cultural institutions and initiations and an agreed-upon value system to take us through this period, divorce has become the mechanism for kicking off the midlife crisis. Allen B. Chinen has described a life movement from heroic masculine in youth, to feminine in middle age, and then into what he calls Divine Masculine in later life.”

Nihilium: “Think about that: heroic masculine in youth, to feminine in middle age…. What do you think? These 20-somethings clinging to their comic books and PC game-inspired movies with superheroes in them…what’s on their minds? What happens to them after a decade of monotonous office-toil on their backs, drenched in a lifestyle of utter femininity?”

Duncelor: “Oh, they become drunken businessmen. Japs have those weird singing bars in which to drown their sorrow and emptiness, Brits have their pubs; Romans had wine; Germans, Americans, Australians, Canadains: beer, anywhere and everywhere, beer o beer. Man, did I used to love beer. Beer, beer, almighty brew… We’re a gender of fucking alcoholics. Mankind is on a reservation called civilization. Look at Russia. The men there blew away Hitler’s left arm in Europe and challenged the US for the next 40 years. 65 million Russian men were disposed of in war inbetween 1914 and 1946, fighting for left-brainer wanna-be czars, Marx, Lenin, Stalin, and company, all the fussy, officious dickless Spockites. They survived Communism’s grey smog and meltdowns, and now have Democracy—and now, drenched in Russian corruption, its mafia and disco lifestyles and mail-order brides looking for rich Westerners—and trust me, there’s a lot—now they only live 67 years. Vodka suicide. Yunno, the amount this stupid fucking world spends on alcohol in one year, we could go back and forth to Mars six times?”

Nihilium: “Fuck, that’s shitty. Talk about fucked up priorities. Also, look what happened to Irishmen after those English dress-wearing kings got done with them—”

Duncelor: “And Elizabeth—”

Nihilium: “—Correct; she gorged herself upon Ireland as much as James did: the Irish men ended up practically pickled in alcohol.”

Duncelor: “The patterns repeats—the Natives in Canada and the States went through the exact same spiritual decay…”

Nihilium: “And heart disease, liver disease, headfuls of brain cells no longer functional. Most men in North America and Europe live into their 70s if they don’t work labour jobs—white men, anyway. Some rich white guys live to 80 or more.”

Duncelor: “Not that guy in American Beauty, though.”

Nihilium: “No, the closet homo-military dude next door shot him…and his wife was about to, too…”

Duncelor: “‘To too?’ White men live only slightly longer than black men now—in developed nations, anyway. Russian men’s life expectancy is as bad as blacks in America. For nearly a century Russian men worked in the factory and collectivized farms during the day, and steeped themselves in vodka every evening to kill the pain of it all. In a way, we’re already dead, and we know it—that might be why or part of why we drink—we’re just waiting to fall over. Our soul is fucked.”

Nihilium: “I know. The city is the gaping hole of the feminine; it is Mater’s ravenous, stinking maw. Instead of wilderness and green trees and animals…Vegas. A temple in the desert, whores and greed. It began as a farm, the whole pattern begins as that and then it sprawls, creeps out over time, turning the landscape into deserts and dumps and shit. And it’s pure poison to the masculine spirit. What happened to Natives after a century on reservations?”

Duncelor: “Microcosm—any male’s life…’to feminine in middle age…'”

Nihilium: “Hooked on some addicition, the soul of the former tribe nearly deceased. Stuck in one place, the only hope a stupid casino to earn bits of stinky paper slips; the male spirit is zapped, twisted, mutated, perverted. It’s consumed by the feminine, destroyed. The masculine we’re fed in youth is a plastic toy, buddy; games; it’s army men and X-men and Superman. Cowboys n Indians. Good guys n bad guys. Moral precepts. Pop-culture rubbish for boys. Most of these boys will never grow up—as one can see in how old guys are who are still into childish things these days, like comic books.”

Duncelor: “I have noticed over the last century how big this toy business has gotten—video war games are just military recruiting stations. Toys are social engineering visual aids—and I’ve noticed how old the kids are who still play with toys, games . . . there’s that word again: games replaced game—considering that twenty thousand years back, boys put away their toys, and were torn away from their mothers—with the mothers participating—as soon as they got pubes. Sitting in class at age 14? Not a chance. From wilderness, right-brained, experiential learning to left brained, farm-u-cation churches to Euro-classical public education centres, box-learning, information sifting and memorization, number games too–”

Nihilium: “Yeah. Away from the girls too.”

Duncelor: “I guess; the least number of distractions is best. Before the Box Age, the boys were off with the men after initiation, living a new life as a hunter. ‘School’ was taught out there, without many words—by doing. What use is play when life is an on-going adventure? Men back then couldn’t define ‘boredom.’ Sports eventually replaced male culture in Eurasia; a crowd cheering the “score” that was once the fatal shot that brought the prey down and fed the tribe—perversion. But what the hell happened?”

Nihilium: “It changed. Look at Gilgamesh. King of Sumer, archetype of the first king; Sumerians invent sports and beer. What was their thinking on Enkidu? Anu made him to give Gilgy a ‘buddy,’ someone with whom he could be man again and do masculine things—as much as Sumerians understood that alien concept. Why? He was a ruthless twat with no friends and the people suffered horribly under tyranny and hated him (vaguely reminds me of Dubya today, which is why I keep harping on Gilgy); he was (p)raised by his ‘holy’ Mommy alone, an uninitiated male, and eventually sat upon on a throne. It was about how he was (p)raised. Enter school. We were taught, inside—”

Duncelor: “Inside the boxes—”

Nihilium: “—as boys, to manipulate environments for women (construction worker, carpenter, etc), and given Tonka toys in youth; we’re taught to protect and defend these material things, these buildings—yes, boxes—and women and children (fire-fighter, policeman, soldier), of course, as we’ve always done, always volunteered to do, and given army men and all the rest of it to play with. Play, preparation for adulthood. Girls are given dolls, which they obliviously and carefreely maneuver about amid their fantasies and romantic intrigues—the ones poured into her from her mother—like a director organizing actors in a play—there’s that word again.”

Duncelor: “But it’s not too late. One thing we’ve gained through a longer life-span is a second shot at manhood. A time to stop playing and start being men.”

“He detects this movement in the lives of men in Homer’s Odyssey and Dante’s Divine Comedy. It sounds to me like some kind of literary testosterone curve—the place where our balls touch our dreams.

In all cultures dreaming is considered one of the primary functions of grown men. This is male intuition properly understood and exalted. It was the dreams of the shaman that told the people an ice age was coming and they had to move south. They didn’t have the scientific equipment to deduce that. Their wives resisted them and openly revolted against moving the camp away from that handy blackberry patch. But male intuition was respected. They moved south and thereby survived the climatic shift and populated the middle Americas.”

Duncelor: “He’s talking about the northern ‘American Indian’ tribes of course. When the Ice Age hit Europe, it’s clear that many moved south, but some didn’t—those who stayed behind either froze to death, starved to death (or some combination of the two) or (less common) adapted to the harsh cold conditions and a more meat-heavy diet, from whatever was around, and became Eurasian nomads themselves.”

Nihilium: “Obviously, the power of the shaman was already in decline (with the fertility cults—originally regarding human fertility but perverted into ‘mother earth’ farming cults—no doubt) in Europe around 20,000 years ago. From the Levantine Corridor outwards, along the Nile and along the Tigris and Euphrates, gathering-heavy cultures increasingly tended towards fertility cults, no longer respecting either the shaman or men or the masculine.”

“Thomas Edison’s intuition was respected and now we have the light bulb and the cinema and talking cars. Men who are not encouraged to dream are dead. Jefferson’s dream was respected and so we have Democracy reborn, after 2000 years of hibernation (with the notable exception of Switzerland), on a continent unknown to Athens at the time of its conception. [And with the whole world ensnared in the soft machine of corporate colonialism it’s time to dream about Democracy again. What it is. How we do it.]”

Nihilium: “Well, I disagree—it’s time for a new idea, frankly. Democracy’s had its chance again and again, and like any system we try, it just turns to shit because we can’t keep our numbers down—”

Duncelor: “Because we end up sitting still as a species and turning into a fat blob…because these systems are developments of the farming system, the micro-organized materialist culture, and encourage growth—far more growth than the natural earth can manage—farming is essentially unnatural. No doubt about it. You don’t see other mammals planting seeds, do you? Why not?”

Nihilium: “No reason to. They get what they need living the way they’re living, naturally.”

Duncelor: “Says you! No really, another system isn’t the answer—more government or new government isn’t the answer; we need not ‘new ideas’ but the collective genius, common sense wisdom, less-is-better thinking, to sift through all the ideas we have and one by one annihilate them—“

Nihilium: Now you’re talking my language.”

Duncleor: “—until we reach the root.”

Nihilium: “Then what?”

Duncelor: “Then nothing—yank out the root and leave it behind, and keep moving this time. I’m talking about human deconstruction, I’m talking about returning to evolution—starting to evolve again, in natural surroundings, not fucking boxes—and if it takes destruction to accomplish deconstruction, then so be it. Nature’s ‘will’ be done. Let balance be restored whatever the cost.”

Nihilium: “Wow, you’re extreme, dude.”

“Our definition of the male image must revere this quality of intuition and, indeed, place it right at the top of the list of positive male attributes.”

Nihilium: “Now there’s a list I’ve never seen. Anywhere. How can it be that in such a ‘man’s world’ there is no such list? Men can be pretty ego-filled and boastful—where’s the global “men rule!” list? Huh? Aren’t boys learning about “guy power” in school? No? I wonder why not… When’s the last time you heard anyone note even three positive male attributes? About 50% of what I hear is about what pieces of shit we are. Another 25% is (being seen as bumbling clods compared to women—so, inferior) that we’re not ‘hopeless,’ we just need to be more feminine, of all fucking things—like giving a drowning man a glass of water. (Women nearly hate us—at a subconscious level, despite all they say, I know they hate feminine men; respect is just not possible—for being so bloody womanly, and some of them think the answer is being EVEN MORE womanly—fucking hilarious!) And the rest is comical (comedy is resentment’s fist in humour’s glove) or neutral, apathetic. Watch any sit-com and you’ll see the modern, global overall male image….”

Duncelor: “He’s a blundering geek/oaf, a lovable goof (a good boy), or a jerk. None of these types of men existed as archetypes 20 thousand years ago. They are solely modern perversions of man, and strident evidence of how men are not only respected anymore, they’re openly disrepected as walking self-parodies; fucking jokes. Look at how old men are treated, depicted and thought of; never before were old people so insulted, shunned and ignored…maybe partly because we’ve scarsely had old people this old before, but that’s only one small bit of it.”

“Men are supremely, overwhelmingly, organically intuitive. Men’s intuition is to women’s intuition as the night sky full of galaxies is to a flashlight. The flashlight looks brighter because it is closer, but that is just an illusion. Competition is the game of boys. Dreaming is the game of men.”

Nihilium: “Had to bold that part, didn’t you? Bastard…”

Duncelor: “Yes. About the intuition thing—I have thought about this for a while now, just based on my own experiences, my own intuition, which is regarding that fuzzy word, instinct.”

Nihilium: “Fuzzy why?”

Duncelor: “Because it’s blurry—not because it’s soft and warm.”

Nihilium: “I think women definitely have intuition, but it’s more focused and individually employed—they don’t use it much on large scale, right-brained ways, that is for certain. Some do somewhat; I’ve met a few, but only a few.”

Duncelor: “Right-brained women are rare.”

Nihilium: “Well, if right-brainedness is indicative of the masculine—a person sitting still by default will use his left brain…someone moving around is mostly right-brained. Men are more active than women, that’s part of it—how do you think we’ve gotten so muscular? By sitting in chairs, by sitting around bushes picking berries?”

Duncelor: “No, by working our asses off—risking our asses every day out in a dangerous environment. Staying sharp, looking out for predators.”

Nihilium: “Now where are the predators? Downtown or in the temple?”

Duncelor: “Sometimes in the bedroom. And where are we?”

Nihilium: “Managing the crops and trade and next campaign into a neighbouring area to cut down their trees, since ours are all gone…”

Duncelor: “Well, not all. And now back to Zubaty…”

“Historically, the Trickster/Shaman/Magician represents the Divine Masculine. He is not robust but he is clever and he has hidden forces that he can call to his service. He lives in the paradox. Carlos Castenada’s Don Juan is the figure nearest to this we have in our popular culture.”

Duncelor: “He goes on to quote Patrick Arnold, from Wildmen, Warriors, and Kings…”

“Many modern men are appallingly unaware of the tremendous psychic potential that lies within them unused; educated in a left-brain/mater-ialistic worldview, they insist that things are just what they appear, that what you see is what you get, and that any other viewpoint is just superstition and religious hocus-pocus. [Manholes.] Other men, however, in developing an interior prayer and meditation life, begin to conjure their inner Merlin and experience the enhanced ability to “know” through a sixth sense. We call this psychic phenomena as extrasensory perception and clairvoyance.”

Nihilium: “We’ve just reached a paradox…”

Duncelor: “Such as…?”

Nihilium: “If modern men are still predominantly right-brained (slightly, except for a handful it’s moderate), how can we be so materialistic?”

Duncelor: “Well, we are and we aren’t—most single men are not wealthy and encased in extra-ornate surroundings…even a man who doesn’t like sports is masculine in this way—think of the “patriarchal” minimalist Japs—but what happens when he gets a girlfriend? He changes, he adapts; he shaves more regularly, grooms himself better, goes shopping for new clothes, starts spending more money on items to make himself, his outward image—his “male objectified self”—and appearance presentable and acceptable to the female. “Dating” is big business. It’s entirely a female deal, all their rules; men are n00bs in this thing. He may go about immediately with the nest—the apartment, condo, house, the “box nest.” In short, he gets materialistic and inherently effeminate because he has to play the game with females and this requires money; coin; gold; currency; trade, et cetera, in this box lifestyle. Diamonds are girls’ best friends, and they ain’t cheap. In childhood you can see which girls are extra-left-brained: the ones who never share, the tattle-tellers, teachers’ pets especially, the neat-and-trim rule followers, good at math; same with boys and men. With men, this is called ‘being feminine.'”

Nihilium: “There’s levels to it, it’s not black-and-white; those who make the best managers of our system, our “box system,” are those who are most left-brained—that’s overwhelmingly women. See them in managerial positions along with fussy, officious men?”

Duncelor: “Yep. In the extreme, a fem-man is an object-grabbing, greedy, spoiled sissy. It’s worse when either boys are raised solely by their mothers or their fathers were there but extremely pussy-whipped—in other words, Englo-Romanic or Indo-European after 1000 AD; Mummy wearing the pants, priests and judges wearing dresses. At least the common men started wearing tights, hey?”

Nihilium: “Yeah, men in tights…almost as bad as these knuckleheads…”

Freakshow

Duncelor: “Freakshow.”

Nihilium: “Just before 1700. So, tights—a good start, anyways. Then eventually trousers. Like the barbarians north of Rome used to wear…but not skins.”

Duncelor: “No, not skins. Leather rules, though, it lasts a lifetime. Anyway, in other words, those dress-wearing Romans, and before them the dress-wearing Greeks and dress-wearing Persians, and before them the dress-wearing Egyptians and so on back to those squirrelly dress-wearing fussy Sumerians. It’s the king archetype. The man acting like a girl. The civilized, tamed male. All of this is told in the Epic of Gilgamesh.”

Nihilium: “Right. This ESP he mentions is just wickedly high perception, by our dull modern standards. It’s considered ‘mystical’ and exagerrated because we as a species have lost our senses over time—this is about perception, the mind’s many eyes; perception is a sensual function of the intellect, coordinating intellect with sense and stimulus, helping it make sense of the input, helping it create reality. And where is that physically located? Where have we mapped that? What hemisphere have I been going on about here for a while now? In the brain? The not-left-side…? Yeah.”

Duncelor: “From what I’ve read, the right brain does not tend to dominate hemispherically—before, there was a balance in the species: women were only slightly feminine 20 thousand years back, and men were very masculine, very right-brained; over the many centuries it began to change, men began to change, adapt to their new environments which required more of the left brain and less of the right, eventually the left dominated as civilization dawned. It had to in order to create civilization—making a blueprint requires heavy left brain activity, even if building the monstrous stone thing requires the right brain, or the manual labour that part of the right brain coordinates—”

Nihilium: “—the slave brain almost.”

Duncelor: “Yeah, maybe. The box-obsessing half of the mind directing the box-stacking part of the mind—”

Nihilium: “And box inventing—and destroying—part of the mind.”

Duncelor: “True. And women?”

Nihilium: “They got more and more feminine, in every way—look at how attractive women have gotten collectively over time, over each century…look at models over the last 100 years for crissakes: that is cultural human evolution: men bred more with the feminine ones, and that’s what resulted; women began to breed more with the more effeminate male types, and they came to out-number the stronger, more masculine types. And the dainty, soft feminine women out-numbered the more hardy and probably hairier varieties. Real men were bred away like dogs. Enkidu in Gilgamesh represents this primal man, Green Man and Wild Man, who was gone from Mesopotamia (and indeed Eurasia and northern Africa) and depicted as he was corrupted-civilized by Sumer. Thank fuck the New World escaped this fate, until recently, I know, but at least we saw what we used to be like and what made sense, what didn’t wreck everything in sight. Imagine what men would be like without discovering the Americas? No American continent at all—no “wild west,” no colonies, no ‘cowboys’ and no ‘Indians?'”

Duncelor: “Good holy fuck, just Eurasia alone… to wither in its hostile Islamo-Christo-Catholic culture, its Pax Romano, Pax-Britainnia-three-class-effeminate tangled left-brained web of imperial-golden-drunken self-obliteration…a shiny clockwork of artificial tides of cyclic war and environmental rape and human decline and misery. Not as bad as what Americanization has ensured, but still…it would have gone that way, sealed in with nowhere left to go, like a beast with nothing left to eat but itself—the snake devouring its tail again…”

Nihilium: “The Wall… Every kind of wall imaginable. Nature would be dead by now if not for the Americas. There would be no “national parks.” Just farmland and a few holy trees maybe.”

Duncelor: “Well, the world was bigger than they thought.”

Nihilium: “Sure was—by the 1700s, they’d been around it and began, as a people, to acknowledge that this was it…nothing more to explore. Maps stopped being expanded. Satellites later filled in the details.”

Duncelor: “That had to suck. The explorers became obsolete, or branched off into the inner working of things—and astronomy—and now video games and the Internet, our virtual graves.”

Nihilium: “Like this..?”

Human Evolution

Duncelor: “I’ve seen better…”

Nihilium: “Oh, piss… As the Frontier was ripped to shreds by human expansion westward, the Gold Rush days and such, Jacksonian Democracy, as the Indians were starved as white “hunters” (read: farmers) shot their food sources, and as farming communities sprung up along the way, it was no mystery that the Wild West was tamed—”

Castrating Father Nature

Duncelor: “—or soon to be tamed, castrated. The castration of Father Nature. About the time of Wyatt Earp, Tombstone, and such, it was declining, all of it, in way of modernization—the railways replacing the horses. Hence the preoccupation with the “good old days”—the Frontier.”

Nihilium: “Yes. We got a blast from the past when we landed here. We started roaming about on horses—some of us even lived with the indigenous populations and rediscovered themselves as men. We got into our right-brains again for a while. Ya think Clint Eastwood’s character is still the most popular masculine figure next to John Wayne because he simply carried a gun? Nope.”

Duncelor: “Yeah. He’s the man.”

Nihilium: “1. He’s tough. Just overall kickass. Adaptable and resiliant. Look at how many times he gets shit-kicked—he recovers and comes back stronger.”

Duncelor: “And he’s not really an invention—he’s no Superman. He’s a mortal guy, a composite of characters that actually existed in that time. He doesn’t even have a name.”

Nihilium: “Sure: 2, he’s believeable. He’s possible. Merely human. A new male archetype. Many men today could be very much like him. 3. He’s a drifter—a nomad. Never settles down, never gets married. He wanders about, looking for whatever he needs—adventure, cash, revenge at times, a stake, a bath, a drink, ammo. He answers to absolutely no one.”

Duncelor: “The ‘man on his horse’ nomad later became of course the ‘man on his bike’ nomad, into the 1950s and such. Bikers. Beatniks, drifters, and later those hippies. All hated by the establishment the way kings hate gypsies, the way any feminine civilized society hates people who won’t get with their stagnant farming and god-or-goddess program.”

Nihilium: “4. Speaks few words. But his words are carefully chosen, meaningful, and usually witty or smartass; he takes no shit from anyone—especially women.”

Duncelor: “True, that. He gets respect through his actions, not his words. 5. He’s honourable, does what’s right—even if he’s playing a scoundrel like in the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. He’s a man of his word.”

A Masculine Man

Nihilium: “When he’s bad, he’s still right. Right? Right. It’s because he plays by his own rules which are instinctual—his conscience is his ethics. He goes by feel, not by regulation or scripture.”

Duncelor: “We could go on, but his character has become a new archetype of a Real Man; he’s not “psychic,” or a genius in our modern sense, but he is extremely right-brained; he’s got keen wits, sharp senses, and you can’t bullshit him. Anyway, his popularity hasn’t faded. Many Americans and even Canadians still regard with great sentiment that era, that Wild West, the Frontier Days, but they mostly miss the point—it was civilization that ended it: what was ‘great’ about it is that it was Wild still, a paradise here…before we all fucked it up. It points dramatically to what man’s become since there was a Frontier in North America, that last wave of masculinity that blazed across the prairies here in an ever-growing-ever-approaching farm culture and city culture, governments and slaves = Mater-ialism.”

Nihilium: “You never get sick of that word, do you?”

Duncelor: “Never. Not even when I watch the “MATR-ix.” Back to Arnold:”

Intuition is a function just like thinking: it needs to be valued, developed, and practiced if it is to do anyone any good.”

Nihilium: “Just a quick interruption: it needs an environment—not a sterile box—as well in order to be fully realized…I mean, drugs can open only so many doors. Hence:

“Ancient hunters depended for their survival on intuition to a high degree; one still finds in primal cultures, such as the natives of Australia, amazing psychic perceptual powers. Much of this ability has been forgotten among modern men, but a number of training exercises exist that can develop it.”

Nihilium: “Australia is an acceptable example—although farming did reach the tip of Australia, seen above in that gif.”

Duncelor: “Yeah. We have no idea what diluted farming culture spread over to Aussieland when it finally penetrated the continent. We know they practiced circumcision for a long time, definitely a hallmark of the fertility shit that plagued Eurasia. Morris, 1985, p. 218:

One might imagine that an intelligent species like man would leave them (the human genitals) alone. Sadly, this has never been the case. For thousands of years in many different cultures, the genitals have fallen victim to an amazing variety of mutilations and restrictions. For organs that are capable of giving us an immense amount of pleasure, they have been given an inordinate amount of pain.”

Nihilium: “No one’s really sure what came first—men and boys being de-sexed—castrated, physically made non-male—or circumcised.”

Duncelor: “The chicken or the egg.”

Nihilum: “Right, but it seems that circumcision lingered longest and was residual of the ritual castrations that were common for thousands of years under goddess-worship. The Jews were big on circumcision, being a people that went through the worst of Sumer and company.”

Duncelor: “It developed into their own culture—culture is so insipid that way…”

Nihilium: “Cult…ture. And their religion set it into permanence. More from Joseph Zoske…”

Ritual circumcision (as differentiated from modern medical circumcision) has existed throughout history. Among the many 19th and 20th century authors who have studied its historical, religious, and cultural aspects, there is a consensus that its roots originated thousands of years ago, predating Judaism, with depiction of circumcision found even in Stone-Age cave drawings (Bitschai, 1956; Wallerstein, 1980; Wrana, 1939) Rites of initiation, fertility rituals, control of sexual drives, and tribal identification – for men and women – are considered the primary purposes for circumcision’s many variations (Campbell, 1988; Zindler, 1990).

Duncelor: “How old were these alleged cave paintings of this?”

Nihilium: “Doesn’t matter: I checked into it and it’s all interpretation, like this—

What The Fuck?

—is supposed represent that…?”

Duncelor: “Oh, fuck off.”

Nihilium: “I know. What the hell is that, really? Could be anything. That’s a carving from a cave just east of Madrid, Spain. Los Casares, to be precise. It’s Solutrean culture, about 20 thousand years back. There is a dude there with a big fat dick, apparently, and what seems like someone on her-his knees…maybe this was instructional, too. Maybe it showed what oral sex was, or was representing something sexual—see the “penis” and how it’s half-inside the belly of the other person? That’s not circumcision. So, there are depictions of male genitalia in some cave drawings—I’ve seen plenty—but only a Jew would say it’s definitely circumcision—”

Duncelor: “Anti-Semite! Anti-Semite—!”

Nihilium: “Yeah, good one. What I mean is that only an avid supporter of the practice, like Jews, would interpret it so to mean that; hence bias due to their religion—as I mention, they are very stubborn about that—but it could be an instructional image to show young men what’s what down there and what happens—‘birds and the bees,’ for crissakes—you politically correct sack o’ crap—”

Duncelor: “Thems fightin’ words…but you’re right—that could be anything and nobody knows for sure. Many from there are anthropomorphous—blending of animal-hominoid forms. Maybe this was to show that they were different from other animals, or maybe an early rule about beastiality.”

Nihilium: “Yeah: “Don’t fuck the sheep.” Compare with this…”

Duncelor: “Point made. These are also clearly different; crude carvings, not paintings, and there’s barely any animals in these Spanish ones—and the ones that are there are fucked up. Something else was going on there; it was weird. Perhaps they served some other purpose. Here’s something…”

Both the foreskin and the placenta are often called “doubles,” both are often eaten, and both are often put in trees or are saved by the group. In the present-day Jewish bris, the moyel (circumeisor) gives the infant a yarmulka (placental disk) as compensation for his cut-off foreskin, along with some blood-red wine – exactly as the aborigine gets a bull-roarer disk and some real blood to drink in exchange for his foreskin. In fact, the Australian aborigines actually color the cut-off foreskin red, and either place it in a bag for the boy to keep or put it on the totem tree (Tree of Life) to make the totem animal reproduce. Thus the foreskin, the placenta, the “double,” the bull-roarer and the menstrual blood all are symbolical as the placental “Red Serpent” which the aborigine says “controls the heart and blood of man [and] his totem place [and] is the source of men’s blood supply “

Duncelor: “It’s clear that it was a similar culture—it spread as far as Australia and that’s where they got it from. Here’s some Wiki stuff on Circumcision in the ancient world…”

The oldest documentary evidence for circumcision comes from ancient Egypt. Tomb artwork from the Sixth Dynasty (2345-2181 BCE) shows men with circumcised penises, and one relief from this period shows the rite being performed on a standing adult male. The Egyptian hieroglyph for “penis” depicts either a circumcised or an erect organ. The examination of Egyptian mummies has found some with foreskins and others who were circumcised.

Egyptian Circumcision

Circumcision was common, although not universal, among ancient Semitic peoples. The Book of Jeremiah, written in the sixth century BCE, lists the Egyptians, Jews, Edomites, Ammonites, and Moabites as circumcising cultures. Herodotus, writing in the fifth century BCE, would add the Colchians, Ethiopians, Phoenicians, and Syrians to that list.

In the aftermath of the conquests of Alexander the Great, Greek dislike of circumcision led to a decline in its incidence among many peoples that had previously practised it. The writer of the 1 Maccabees wrote that under the Seleucids, many Jewish men attempted to hide or reverse their circumcision so they could exercise in Greek gymnasia, where nudity was the norm. First Maccabees also relates that the Seleucids forbade the practice of brit milah (Jewish circumcision), and punished those who performed it–as well as the infants who underwent it–with death.

Nihilium: “Yeah. Bless that semi-feminine Alexander and the Greeks for at least trying to respect men again. Anyway, look how fucking weird we got. We started hacking away at a baby boy’s sex organs. What the fuck? How could you do that to a helpless form of life of your species that needs nothing but your help, not your fucking butchery and cruelty?”

Baby Boy

Nihilium: “Look at what the Clovis culture became—North American Natives—and look at how not weird they are compared to the Aborigines, for example.”

Duncelor: “Hey, there are other and better ways to steer boys into manhood, and slicing into one of our very symbols of masculinity is unnatrual and fucked up, but don’t be knocking the Aborigines, assface…”

Nihilium: “Chill, you fat, loud-mouthed prick.”

Duncelor: “Well, okay then.”

Nihilium: “I ain’t knockin Aborigines in Australia—I’m saying they’re weird is all, and they are. Cool weird and funky weird—and just fucking strange weird, too.”

Duncelor: “The Natives in America and Canada aren’t perfect, buddy.”

Nihilium: “No form of human is ever perfect—we have to go back in time to that near-perfect, dawn of man stage—exactly when we left the trees.”

Duncelor: “After we left the trees? Why not before? Are chimps in danger of destroying their habitat because they (a) can’t keep from over-breeding or (b) over-use, over-manipulate, their environment, with tools, to the degree from which Nature can’t recover?”

Nihilium: “…Thus depleting their food source before it can grow back. Essentially, yes, you’re right—but we’re not chimps anymore—yeah, that was better—that was paradise, oblivion: no knowledge of death or awareness of awareness. Garden of Eden, pal. Innocence.”

Duncelor: “By the time we left the trees, bipedal, upright—that’s where we reached perfection…?”

Nihilium: “Well, arguably. One thing’s clear, 50,000 years back, we weren’t chopping off or otherwise hacking away at our dicks or balls, and we were wiser. For crissakes, it’s no mystery that Native North Americans did no such thing to their genitals.”

Duncelor: “Nicaraguan Indians did it. Apparently so did some South American ones.”

Nihilium: “They weren’t doing that at the time they crossed into North America—that’s my point. Plus, I said “north”—things always seem to stay sanest the further north you go, ever notice that?”

Duncelor: “It’s the snow—it’s pure and frees the mind of…”

Nihilium: “You have no idea what you’re talking about, do you?”

Duncelor: “Not a clue.”

Nihilium: “Thought not. The closer to the equator (not necessarily northernly) we get, the freakin weirder we seem to get. Must be the heat or something.”

Duncelor: “Plenty. Ease. Seasons don’t even change—static and stagnant, slower. Whenever humans have adapted naturally, it’s been due to climatic shifts—cold weather. Difficulty—we’re taxed to adapt, change. An Inuit educated in our system blows away most “civilized” peoples’ IQ, and that’s only measuring half of his actual intelligence. Wicked smart. Southern Australia? Pretty swift, too. Near the equator, evolution tends to get time-capsuled: no need to evolve…”

Nihilium: “Except in levels of weirdity. Anyway, might be, but the Americas were influenced by Eurasian farming culture, that much is clear. What went ‘wrong?’ It depends on your point of view, … biologically speaking, after humans appeared and began using tools—”

Duncelor: “You’re forgetting: chimps are only slightly omnivorous; they largely eat veggies; occasionally they will attack a monkey or something, kill and eat it, or scavenge for meat…but they get their protien from their forest plant diet.”

Nihilium: “You betcha. That posits the first, huge switch from “ape” to “human” or “homonoid” at least—the “human” is ‘homo sapiens,’ by definition socio-civilized.”

Duncelor: “Meat-eaters. We hit the plains—for some reason—maybe tribes of us were forced there, maybe forests dwindled for climatic reasons, maybe there was a disaster, and we began hunting as well as gathering—which is not to say we weren’t hunting before we left the trees—even ancient man had two sets of teeth, one for cutting meat and one for grains. And gradually developed more and more bipedally, for following herds, needing to get taller to house our expanding neo-cortex and see further to the horizon.”

Nihilium: “That original hunter is the Wild Man, the primitive, root male form. It’s our first archetype of man. Well, one of a few primordial ones—Protector-Warrior, Father/Provider, Builder, and Hunter. We left Africa—what?—100,000 years ago?”

Duncelor: “Something like that. Back to Zubaty and the question of what is an ‘archetype,’ because it’s still a bit foggy to me:”

“Well, now we’ve done it. We’ve tipped over the ant farm and freed our first archetype. If we’re not careful, 9000 more of the beasties will escape the oblivion of unknowing and crowd the dead wood of our minds like so many hungry termites. An archetype is a “brain picture”—a meme. All archetypes are memes but not all memes are archetypes. Archetypes are a type of symbol, though not all symbols are archetypes.

“The flag of the United States is not an archetype. An archetype is alive, it wants to merge your mind with another realm. An eagle is an archetype of vision, a fox of wile, a Witch of evil manipulations, a Black Hole of mysterious hidden forces, an amoeba of minute agendas. As you can see, there is no reason to limit our appreciation of archetypes to the current Euro-American bias of considering only human forms.”

Duncelor: “Hey, like “homocentricity,” yunno.”

Nihlium: “Shaddup.”

“Indeed, “accessing” the Black Hole or the amoeba or the red fox within you can be easily as powerful as “accessing” the Warrior. [“Accessing”—here we have a little computer-meme creeping into our understanding of our psyche—crazy.] And … deeper and deeper into this psychic swamp of archetypes, it is important to understand three things:

1) “Accessing” an archetype has never cured anyone of anything. No one has ever discovered their inner shaman and stopped doing drugs. Quite the opposite. At times I’ve been filled with the indignation of Jesus kicking the merchants out of the temple when I’ve witnessed very confused and hurting people blindly perpetuating their miasma of pain and insanity by jumping their minds and their egos through a carnival of archetypes on the costly advice of a self-styled “Jungian” analyst. Imagining yourself as a warrior or magician is easy. Surrendering your ego to the hidden agenda of the Life Force is a power of ten harder to accomplish, and a power of one hundred more rehabilitative.”

Nihlium: “Yes, what he’s talking about is what AA members call a higher power—something beyond yourself, be-fucking-yond your Self, your fucking greedy fatassed baby of an ego. What he calls “surrendering,” I call acknowledging: Nature does what it does for what proves to be good reasons, how it “manages” evolution of the webs of life on this planet…when humans are in control of it, dominion over it, and manipulation of it, and all the rest, well, we suck at it; Nature does a much better job and thus, I reason, should be put back “in control” of things, especially our species (this cannot happen with civilization in place, but that’s another story). I acknowledge that which I cannot—we cannot—control, being this very planet; if a fire burns through the forest next to me, I don’t put it out: I move out of the way and leave it be.”

Duncelor: “But what of floods?”

Nihilium: “If you’re not sitting still, no need to worry…”

Duncelor: “Ah.”

Nihilium: “Bottom line, it requires some humility—does an ego good—because you’re a blob of flesh and will be dead before you know it; you’re not divine or immortal and never will be—you’re an ape-oid and so guess what? Just like every other cell in this human organism. Individual little snowflakes we are not, in essence, except in that we also ‘melt’ rather quickly and are gone forever. So what matters? Matter, just matter? I think there’s more to it; Nature is a force, a Great It, not a thing or a god or entity, yet a compound living thing made up of a globeful of living things that I respect enough to ‘surrender’ to, as far as control goes, as one of its creatures.”

Duncelor: “It takes great strength to let go…”

Nihilium: “What did ‘Tyler Durden’ tell ‘Tyler Durden?’ Huh?”

Duncelor: “‘Stop trying to control everything! JUST LET GO!'”

“2) Carl Jung, creator of the archetype meme, said that if someone has to explain an archetype to you then it’s not an archetype. An archetype is a “brain picture” that strikes you with immediate meaning. It needs no explanation. Does this give you a bit of warning about the current spate of archetypal “Men’s Movement For Sale” psychobabble that is proliferating around us like a bunch of bunny rabbits?”

Duncelor: “Yeah. And there’s psychobabble just about everywhere now, breeding like little fluffy bunny rabbits.”

Nihilium: “You’re paranoid, dude.”

Duncelor: “Nu uh. One idea comes up, it gets sectioned off, left-brained away into sub-sections, geometric over-complexity in true civilized style—genre-tized. You know what a genre is, geek boy?”

Nihilium: “Lemme guess, an original idea and its imitators.”

Duncelor: “You’re cleverer than you look.”

Nihilium: “Thanks, paranoid fat guy.”

“3) Carl Jung, whom I greatly admire, also said, on his deathbed, that his life’s journey had been one of climbing down ten thousand ladders in order, at last, to shake hands with the lump of clay that he was. So his was a lifetime of unlearning. Unlearning what? Why, the European culture—by far the most feminized, mater-ialistic, rationalistic, sense-oriented culture the world has ever produced. That’s why the history of Europe is the history of warfare—too many people chasing too many mater-ialistic dreams. And just look at what they did to Christianity. They took the words of a wandering, ascetic, desert guru, and turned them into the biggest business, the largest landowner, the most sense-oriented pageant of archetypes—of virgins and saints and theological-babble—the world has ever seen.”

Nihilium: “Heh, nice slam, but really, that’s not just Europe—they got it from Rome, Greece, back to Egypt and, you guessed it, Sumer, which was the most feminized up until that point in history—Sumer was the first Nanny State.”

Duncelor: “Yeah, but Dilmun came before them—did that little port city-state that got washed away in a deluge?”

Nihilium: “Yes, think so—Dilmun culture was to Sumer as Etruscan was to Rome. It used religion to enslave its farmers and other workers; it used temple prostitutes to seduce and corrupt men. It used gold and technology and great walls and large-scale masonry to draw in neighbouring tribes. It raped a once semi-tropical Arabia until desert remained, all for feminine greed. Later Christian kings used their priests to use symbols and bold words of doom and hellfire, and then their knights’ swords.”

Duncelor: “Yeah, yeah…”

Nihilium: “Anyway, just nitpicking; the Middle-East, mainly, and Anatolia, Egypt, and Persia are the most historically feminized regions, thousands of years—Europe wasn’t until Greco-Roman culture, which apparently began a bit more “patriarchal,” even though they still wore dresses—the root Euro-culture, which is what he’s talking about there. Canada and Australia, sad but true as far as nations go, are the most feminist and feminized—the States and the UK, too, of course, but our two countries are just former-English colonies with a pop-culture borrowed from the States…we’ve never seen a war here—next to the Americans, we’re the most coddled and pampered middle-class population of Walmart clones the world has yet seen.”

Duncelor: “Gasp!”

Nihilium: “No, I’m serious. We know how pathetic we are—that’s why we make such good comedians. We tend to laugh instead of cry—at ourselves. At least America had the Frontier. At least they had Clint Eastwood. Who did we have? Hudson’s Bay Company trappers screwing Indians off their lands. Yep.”

Duncelor: “You Canucks are dark and bitter.”

Nihilium: “And we watch too much hockey.”

Duncelor: “Chipmunks watching hockey…?”

Nihilium: “Damn you.”

“Have you talked to a Frenchman lately? Most of them have the brain pattern of a Rubic’s cube. A German? A Swiss? A Dutchman? Rigid. Formulaic. Fretful. Chipmunks playing checkers.”

Duncelor: “Heh. I guess he means they… don’t have much soul or spirit…”

Nihilium: “He nailed that one right on. I have noticed a significant lack of passion, creativity in Europe. It’s not that Canada or America is some sort of fountain of it—but that depends where you look. There’s no genius there or really anywhere anymore—aside from teenage boys volunteering their time to mod games and such, quite ingenius stuff there. Generally, overall: No heart, hasn’t been for a while now. It’s Politically Correct-pluralist tripe, ad nauseum. It’s NannyLand over there and over here. I can’t believe I used to think the European Union would be a good thing.”

Duncelor: “It still has potential—not as a multinational ‘old-used-soaps rolled up into a new bar’ kind of way, of course; that’s just more of the same. Another Idiot Union of Socialist Republics. Maybe as a unifying force. But not as any sort of system. That’s a Soviet state or the Third Reich again, bunch of tiny nations bundled up into a super-monster. Monsters don’t do anyone any good—don’t we know that by now?”

Nihilium: “No. But the EU does make a nice wall for the US.”

Duncelor: “Wall?”

Nihilium: “Like the USSR—a challenger to keep the US even remotely, somewhat ‘honest.’ It’s called balance—that’s what I loved about the USSR. Every stupid thing the US wanted to do, well, before it had to ask permission from Moscow. Now, it just does them without even thinking. They’re running amuk now.”

Duncelor: “Well, I do hate to see the necessity for walls. Anyway, they’ll be back to making walls in no time. Here, too, I expect. Globalization means that we’re all going to be the same soon—clones… dull, thoughtless, uninspired, mediocre, drunken businessmen praying to tits and shopping at Walmart. Sectioned off in boxes surrounded by walls, and more walls—”

Nihilium: “Firewalls too—”

Duncelor: “I was just about to say that…”

Nihilium: “You were not.”

Duncelor: “Bite me, sweetie. So…like, what Europe was facing in the 1400s—no Nature, civilization closing in around them—profound spiritual poverty, which grew and grew until it really intensified as Industrialization commenced—when most real men were replaced by machines.”

Nihilium: “It seems men are striving to replace themselves entirely, until they’re utterly obsolete….”

Duncelor: “Probably a good thing—fuck this shit. Further than what Zubaty suggests for America, I say that every man in the world should quit his job today. All men, all real men—the ones who ‘run’ things by keeping the trains going and traffic lights blinking and power on, by building and stacking and drilling, and cleaning the garbage and saving our asses when there’s a fire or tornado—or flood—hurricanes, accidents, buildings blowing up, bombs falling on playgrounds, or other disasters—all these gears in the machine ceasing to turn would cause a human socio-civlized debacle the world has not yet experienced…all by simply ending their own slavery. Yunno, the ‘real work’ in the ‘glass cellar’—the stuff women refuse to do—”

Nihilium: “Dunce—”

Duncelor: “Not that they really had to refuse—Man to The Rescue! He’ll do it for her, as usual. Not in some shining armour but a pair of overalls or a tacky shining corporate monkey suit—with some gay tie to top off this absurd modern male image. The Gentleman, after tipping his hat: ‘Hello, ma’am, I’m an advanced chivalric sack of pathetic apeness, raised solely by my glorious mummy, a tech-loving excuse for a man: please allow me to be your nigger and grab that heavy object for you and spare you a little effort in your otherwise easy, lazy, coddled, sheltered, and spoiled little life!’ Chivalry is unfathomably sexist. Anyway, imagine the chaos resulting from a world in which no real work got done! Imagine all these—”

Nihilium: “Dunce, you’re rambling agai—”

Duncelor: “Sheep! Fucking huddled round their televisions awaiting the latest development regarding this calamity. Look at Europe—with their carefully-painted-nail-biting middle-class women left to run the tractors and road crews, imagine them replacing those crews themselves, build the houses and schools and hospitals, fix the roads, dig in the mines. Take out the trash. Fix the toilet. Imagine upperclass women doing that work?”

Nihilium: “Ha! Okay, okay—shaddap. Well, women did help out quite a bit, even in the Frontier days—it was no sweet picnic; it was hard fucking work, and bless them for that. But rich chicks? Not upper-class women, no, not even if you set her ass on fire. The genetic celebrities? The bimbos we take pictures of? No, I can’t honestly picture a feminine female doing real work—I mean, hard work. A female like that at most sits in an office, talking on the phone; this is perfectly suited occupation for a feminine female or feminine male—no real difficulty or responsibility or effort, and lots of sitting, gossip and yacking. Clicking on NSFW pics when the boss is gone. Twittering slackers!”

Duncelor: “Now you sound like me. I’ve seen a woman in a construction job—she was no dainty little thing—and it stunned me silly to see this female heaving away with a sledgehammer. Impressed me really. I thought that was cool. I never saw another one—99% of difficult, dangerous, life-threatening work is done by men. So rare, they are, women with some balls—”

Nihilium: “And brains. It’s a dry, academic, left-brained-materialistic, “me-me!” climate we have—”

Duncelor: “You’re punny—”

Nihilium: “—to match our square garden landscapes. Stupidity squared, insanity cubed. Not all Euro men are so different from men in this continent. But they seem better at tippy-toing around there.”

Duncelor: “That’s what we’ll—civilized North Americans—be like soon enough. Worse, I’d say. That oh-so left-brained Frenchie, Tocqueville, had the right idea about America. But he too, consumed with little details—missed the point and could not fathom the big picture in all this….”

“They need a little Black Elk or B.B. King in their lives…So, Freud and Jung discovered the insidious extent of the female meme’s penetration into European Culture, but they couldn’t figure out what to do about it.”

Duncelor: “Obviously! Two left-brainers organized the shit out of the mind, whipping up a storm of information that merely added complexity and solved nothing at all.”

Nihilium: “Made it all worse—just look at psychology today—pardon the reference. Christ on a spit, there’s no words for such moronic and needless complexity! PCified and, like anything, leaning heavily into the feminine over time.”

Duncelor: “Touchy-feely horseshit. Great for women, fucking terrible for men. Not that women have gotten any saner either—we’re all getting crazier by the minute in this shit…”

Nihilium: “A new diagnosis invented every day, buddy. Every single day. It’s a left-brain-invented problem, easily solved by the right-brain, though handled by the left brain, once more yet again.”

Duncelor: “—the Euro-culture, and now Ameri-Euro-culture, itself IS the problem—and the result is not simplicity, a “whole” or “big picture” solution—it’s sectioned off, specialized, in true left-brained fashion: detailed to fucking hell and back. The UN is the global manifestion, microcosm of the human mind. Put on a grid, cubed and calculated, classified, labelled… ad tedium; mental bureaucracy, branching off into smaller and smaller branches until it’s all flimsy and weak. Why?”

Nihilium: “Because we have fish building boats, talking dogs, and monkeys looking for pearls under the sea…”

“They didn’t have the tools we have: the rattlesnake, the bald eagle, The Doors, The Blues.”

Duncelor: “Aye. Or the rainforest-draped mountains to the west.”

Nihilium: “Or Fight Club. Or Clint Eastwood. They did have Marx, though—was he wise, brave, and straight-forward at least?”

Duncelor: “Heh. Negative, he was a fucking box-bred momma’s boy anal-retentive—Das Kapital took him 30 goddamned years to write and came out over 1800 pages or so. Simple, clear, less-is-better, masculine-thinking? Right-brained?”

Nihilium: “You gotta be fucking kidding me. I noticed that immediately with many authors—and again, not just European: Stephen King is an American example—of a hack, but still….”

Duncelor: “A hack like you?”

Nihilium: “I’ve read over a dozen of his books, and most are two or three times longer than they really need to be—over-complexity; left-brainedness. But I am not blind to what seems hypocritical of you, writing as much as you do, Duncelor…”

Duncelor: “Right…, but my working excuse is that I don’t talk much and make up for it in writing—I do need to learn to be briefer, though.”

Nihilium: “Don’t we all…”

“But even with these great and inspiring memes, it is essential to take care lest we get horribly burned by imagining we will find psychological salvation by “accessing” archetypes. Remember the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson:

‘Imagination cannot go above its model.
The imitator dooms himself,
To hopeless mediocrity.'”

Nihilium: “Cool. Next, he quotes Allan B. Chinen on the Trois Freres cave…”

Dr. Herbert Kuhn, who visited the cave of Trois Freres in southern France, in 1926, wrote of his passage into this Paleolithic Cathedral:

Once inside the cave there comes a very low tunnel. We placed our lamp on the ground and pushed into the hole… The tunnel is not much broader than my shoulders, nor higher. I can hear the others before me groaning and see how very slowly their lamps push on. With our arms pressed close to our sides we wriggle forward on our stomachs, like snakes. The passage, in places, is hardly a foot high, so that you have to lay your face right on the earth. I felt as though I were creeping through a coffin. You cannot lift your head; you cannot breathe…And so, yard by yard, one struggles on: forty yards in all…It is terrible to have the roof so close to one’s head…And then, suddenly, we are through! Everyone breathes. It is like redemption.
The hall in which we are standing is gigantic. We let the light of the lamps run along the ceilings and walls: a majestic room—and there, finally, are the pictures: mammoth, rhinoceros, bison, wild horse, bear, wild ass, reindeer, wolverine, musk ox.”

Nihilium: “Yes, there were once animals in France, and in Europe too. Imagine that? Check this shit out:

Lions Hunting Bison In Europe

Nihilium: “The image above is a pride of lions hunting bison—the European bison—but shit…lions in Europe!”

Duncelor: “Unreal. This link shows comparative images from 30-20 thousand years ago, from Spain to France to Italy, et cetera. These caves were male places; this was male tradition. Men went through untold trouble to set up these places and paint these creatures and carve other stuff a little later—they weren’t merely wall paintings hung over the fireplace in their cave-condo: most of these were barely lived in; they were special places, ‘sacred caves’… for reasons we have long forgotten—why have we forgotten? What happened? The caves were abandoned after 10-8 thousand BC…”

Nihilium: “Well, not really: they were sacred places later replaced (perverted) in man-made (artificial) form: temples, tombs, et cetera, for different reasons, and for different religions, for various dress-wearing, blood-thirsty gods and spoiled, vindictive goddesses. But in these caves were the first artistically expressed masculine spirituality. Think back at the good size most men were in the Paleolithic days—and yet above it’s described what a tight fit it was for puny modern man to get his pink ass through to this sacred area, where these images awaited. “Like redemption.” It’s proven that not all these animals (in many more caves like Trois Freres) were hunted; some were simply painted for other reasons (aside from the general ‘praying to their prey’ thing). Were they early schools for boys? Were they teaching tools as well as basic artistic representations of the world they revered? Not known. Maybe animal life itself was sacred to them. More Zubaty:

“Clearly, this cave was utilized in such a way as to lead the initiate through the claustrophobic and suffocating birth canal into the vast interior of a ritual chamber.”

Nihilium: “And after crawling for forty yards, what awaits in this chamber? Richard Behrens:

‘Nearby, fifteen feet off the ground in a dark apse, in a remote position not easily discerned from the ritual ground of the cavern below, is depicted the most powerful image of Trois Freres, and certainly the most controversial. It is a tiny creature, no more than two and a half feet high, with the ears of a stag, the eyes of an owl, the beard of an old man, the tail of a wolf, the paws of a bear, and the legs of a dancing shaman. Known as the Sorceror of Trois Freres clearly this is not a man dressed in the hide of a beast, nor is it a mere addition to the parade of fauna below.”

Shaman

Shaman

Nihilium: “Nobody agrees on what the hell it really is, of course, except that it’s male. A shaman wearing a costume? A depiction of a part-man-part-animal entity? A symbolic representation of what people are, standing upright but still animals? Was it painted first, then the animals–or the animals first, and it was added later? Or was it done at the same time, with some similar theme? Or maybe we’ve all missed—thinking too much in our left brains—the point and it’s more the maleness that matters…maybe this is ‘male spirit?'”

Duncelor: “If we were right-brained back then, and we were, then our art would have been ‘right-brained art.’ The details would be meaningless—it’ll comprise a few basic symbols. Here’s the original from which the above pics are traced, hi-lighted…”

Shaman

Nihilium: “Zubaty says it’s the “Deep Male.” He might be right. I’m still unsure.”

Duncelor: “It is.”

Nihilium: “If not, it’s definitely part of it. It’s certainly not the only cave they’ve found with ‘strange shit’ in it, in addition to a vast array of animal paintings. Back to the cave…Behrens:

‘Generations of young boys were led by torch light down the meandering corridors, crawling on their bellies through suffocating tunnels, and then being brought into the awesome sanctuary where the secrets of the hunt were revealed with great solemnity, in a womb-like underworld appropriate for their death and rebirth as men.”

Duncelor: “Yep. In the ‘before-before’ time when men identified themselves as distinct from the female, when we had our own culture—in effect, when men really were men. No young man had to ask “what’s a real man?” or any other similarly silly question. No man was at odds with who he was, self-alienated, battling futilely with femininity; he knew. He had it all straight. He was the real deal. He didn’t need beer to pretend to define himself as he obliterated his brain cells. He had real culture—and not religion! It was passed onto him and he passed it onto his boys. He was fucking together, man.”

Nihilium: “True, true. If masculine were a colour, he’d be blue, deep sky blue…we’re mostly purple today if we’re lucky—if the feminine were red, of course—thanks to the New World, else we’d still be flaming pink like the Euro ‘boys’ in tights were before they came over here.”

“Here we have the creation of a profound ritual space, a timeless zone, whose images are “no less than the stone age mass, the flood of the gods, the herds of eternity…Only in the province of our own dreams can we feel the awe that no longer moves us in a world where secret places have been measured, catalogued, carbon-dated, copied and modeled in life-size, set up as exhibits in museums and photographed in all-revealing light.” Count Begouen’s son, the boy—one of the Three Brothers (Trois Freres) who crawled into this enlarged “rabbit hole” on July 20, 1914, entered “the very fount of conjuration, a place of deep magic and dreams that gives nourishment to the imagination. It matters little that he couldn’t “read” the pictures on the walls. They spoke to him beyond words, welcoming him as their first initiate after one hundred and twenty centuries of silence.”

Nihilium: “Pretty cool. ‘Beyond words’—a right-brained experience. Those three kids got an education no one has really gotten for ‘one hundred and twenty centuries.'”

Duncelor: “Got that right.”

“So, once upon a time Europe had soul, now it has the bearded lady.”

Duncelor: “Fucking classic—what Christianity made Jesus, a pharaoh, prancing king….”

Nihilium: “They certainly did; historically, even the very image of Jesus became more and more effeminate, royal—and this is mostly by the Protestants (the Moron–sorry, Mormon—depictions of Jesus are quite gayish too), nevermind those weirdo Mary worshipping Catholics. I bet by the time the US and the UK are done culturally replanting the Fertile Cresent (Israel’s neighbours), old Muhammed will be wearing a dress too.”

Duncelor: “I thought he was already. Anyway, in a decade do you think Allah himself might be wearing a greasy Starbucks’ bikini, yunno, like on a commercial selling computer-flavoured Freedom Fries, disposable electric toothpicks, or Mexican chocolate gravy? Whichever. Something important like that, which civilized humans need, to be sure.”

“Like to guess whose agenda effected this transformation? Europe, if you haven’t been there, is a big park. There isn’t a spot of wild ground left. When an Englishman talks of going into nature, he is talking about a walk on a farm. God help us stop that from happening here.”

Nihilium: “When I spoke of the masculine getting a revival, it was about this time—1400s, Europe pretty much the way it is now, except for clearer borders and Germany’s many states getting mass-organized, centralized, and there was hardly anything left in Spain. That queen funded Columbus with high hopes for plunder—gold, riches, or resources failing those. The New World was an Eden undisturbed, like a ripe blackberry for the plucking.”

Duncelor: “The only natural areas in North America now are along the coast —of BC and somewhat in Alaska— and in the far north, north of 60 anyway. The United States has only specks remaining, zoos, museums to Nature, rectangles on a map that yuppies drive off to with their yuppy-wagons and their little yuppilings. In less than fifty years, they’ll be exactly like Europe, a big park, like Zubaty correctly points out.”

Nihilium: “And Canada will be exactly like them not long after that. Alberta is pretty much ‘tamed,’ except for the mountains; the rest of southern Canada is on a grid, except for the coast of BC. What’s left is sectioned off in national and provincial parks “for conservation.” Yes, under our glorious managment, ‘safe and sound.'”

Duncelor: “Until we run out of shit…”

Nihilium: “Yeah, I guess. National parks are of course rainy-day ‘natural investments.’ Tree banks. British Columbia’s coast is too mountainous—

BC Coast

“—for human habitation, generally. That’s why I’m going back and why I keep going back there. See those white veins?—glaciers. Between one of those and a sea inlet, shrouded in mist, are the temperate rainforests I rave about often—that’ll be my final resting place. No other place is worth seeing, as far as I’m concerned. Nothing else would I want or need. People ask me where I’d travel if I could, and they’re stunned when I say—‘just West, man.’ They stand there and blink, like zombies. Then they figure out that I mean, to live there, and get the oddest expression, as if I had just told them that they had a can of beans sitting on their heads.”

Duncelor: “Same here—they ask what “attractions” I plan to visit.” Sigh. “Tourists at the zoo. Take a look at a BC government map of what they’re planning in the Coast Ranges, in terms of minerals and tree-harvesting, over the next fifty years—there’ll be no place wild left to go, in spite of scarse populations in those mountains.”

Nihilium: “I know, I’ve seen the maps, our beloved Canadian and provincial government’s plans. Remaining BC rainforest wilderness is a pie that several large forestry companies will be slicing up—or, I mean, have already begun of course, for a while now. If you think of the natural world in terms of masculinity, it’s clear that within a century, at our current rate, barring a world war or pandemic viral slaughter, there will be nothing left. Anywhere. Nothing. That’s when, if we survive, we’ll venture off into space, because we’ll have little choice…in search of either resources or a new home, a new piece of fruit to eat.”

Duncelor: “Might not be so bad…”

Nihilium: “I pray we die out before finding it out there. I don’t want this current culture escaping this planet—seriously, look at it…imagine it as some sick yet entirely likely corporate Star Trek mutation, UN stellar colonialism, exploiting every planet and infecting (after dissecting) every species we encounter…domesticating the sentient, enslaving the “lower life forms.” I’d rather see a million thermonuclear detonations here than see a repeat on other worlds, spreading of this materialist pig-deity, this ego-driven cunt of a civilization of ours…”

Duncelor: “Damn, you’re gloomy, and you’re jumping the gun…it might change before it’s too late—”

Nihilium: “Christ, let it die out. Who’s going to change it? How? Change it into what? Another logical system that changes back, always? Fuck it. Let its tomb be a lifeless globeful of cemented geometric ugliness, devoid of atmosphere and fresh water and complex life. Let our cities be rubble on which future creatures piss. Let our computers be dusty plastic shells in which ants gather…”

Duncelor: “Yikes. You’re extreme…let’s go back to that other blog for a second…”

The Natufians of the fertile [Levant] were the earliest people to arrange their lives around the gathering of wild cereals and storing them for future use. Yet they had not entirely left their wandering ways. Seasonally Natufian hunters followed herds of deer between Anatolia and along the eastern Mediterannean coast. They congregated in caves and on hill tops and in open air areas that were rich in wild cattle and roe deer and fish.

Food spoiled fast in heat. There would have been no way for early man to become sedentary without learning how to preserve foods to carry him through hard times. The Natufians learned that salt keeps meat from spoiling. But salt was not everywhere available, and those rare natural places in the earth where large salt deposits may be found became the centers of early man’s first permanent abodes. Salt came to have a value like gold and early salt reserves were as precious as gold. The locations of natural salt became regular places tribes returned to again and again. Catal Huyuk is located on the southern edge of a great salt depression and to the north is Tuz Golu, a salt lake. The area around ancient Jericho is rich in natural salt. For untold milleniums in the springtime migratory tribes followed the herds north from the area around Jericho up to Anatolia, from one great area of salt to another, and in the end of summer they left Anatolia and returned to Jericho. 12,000 years ago the very first manmade stone walls on earth were created in Jericho to hold supplies of salt, private hordes that wandering tribes collected for their own use. Among the first people to live sedentary lifestyles may have been elderly or injured members of the tribes who were too feeble to follow the seasonal migrations of the herds. These people, with more and more of their kindred, remained in the stone parimeters, guarded the salt stores, and claimed with their permanent presence the saltsite for their clan. The stone walls became stone bins, and the stone bins in turn became storehouses, and the storehouses became the ancient walled cities of Catal Huyuk and Jericho.

An even older resource equally as important as salt to these people was obsidian, the volcanic material which made for blades sharper than modern surgeon’s scalples. The greatest source for obsidian was the base of Hasan Dag volcano which was visible from Catal Huyuk. This valuable stone became the source of perhaps the most significant trading that went on in the upper paleolithic and neolithic. Just as the first walls seem to have been formed in Jericho as a means of safeguarding stores of salt for trading purposes the first walls near Hasan Dag were probably formed to storehouse the valuable obsidian. The Hasan Dag stone was traded to the [Levant] for lumber and Dead Sea bitumen.

Duncelor: “Yeah, that’s true. Next…”

Obsidian was a stone that required priests and priestesses. Because the obsidian blades and spearpoints must bear sacred incantations to insure their swiftness and true flight to bring down the kill, and to keep the hunter from harm. Half of all the buildings in Catal Huyuk were shrines. Not only was Catal Huyuk a major trade center but more importantly it was a religious center.

7000 people lived in Catal Huyuk at its peak. Carbon dating places the occupation of Catal Huyuk between the years of 7250 BC and 5600 BC. They cultivated three types of wheat and one of barley. They had domesticated cattle and goats. They hunted the abundant deer and wild cattle. In fact sustenance was so easy for the people that they were able to devote great amounts of time to their art and religion.

Marija Gimbutas in her book THE CIVILIZATION OF THE GODDESS says on page 8: “It is clearly evident that the practice of religion was integrated into people’s daily lives. Temples were found within the area of habitation in houses similar to those in which people lived. From 300 excavated rooms 88 had painted walls. Each painting was from 12 to 18 meters long.”

Nihilium: “Yes, obsidian was very important in this region—many stone age cultures used obsidian; even Mesoamericans. Not everywhere, though. It was polished to make the first mirrors, as well.”

Duncelor: “I doubt sweaty men out hunting on the Steppes bothered to stop and fix their hair in their mirrors—”

Nihilium: “No, these were for women obviously. There were also mammoth bracelets and other early jewelry found over Eurasia, obviously showing that it wasn’t only need of meat that helped this species off the face of the Earth; it was also for—clearly—female want. The beginnings of vanity, one might say—specialized self-awareness.”

Duncelor: “It didn’t get bad until about 10,000 BC or so, though. Anyways, men were pretty much pussy-whipped by 5600 BC, around the time of “The Flood”—-in the Black Sea-Caspian Sea areas, eventually soaking Mesopotamia too—farming fertility cults had given way to farming Mother goddess stuff. The first religion to spawn all others…”

Kubaba

There were sculptures and statues too including one of the Great Mother, Kubaba, later known as Cybele, giving birth. All the art in Catal Huyuk follows this theme. Marija Gimbutas continues:

“Burials of women painted with ochre were found under the floors of temples and under wall paintings. The rich burial of a woman interred with three tusked lower jaws of wild boars arranged around her head was found under the largest temple. The largest painting which it contained portrayed a town (presumably Catal Huyuk) with a volcano erupting behind it. The size of both the temple and the wall painting as well as the unusual symbolic grave items suggests that this woman had a respected position in the society, perhaps as a priestess-queen.”

Here in this first city of the world, on a vast prairie beside the active Hasan Dag volcano there existed a matristic and religious and art-loving people. On the left we see the sculpture of the Great Mother of Catal Huyuk seated with a tame lion on either side. She was sacred woman, the Great Mother of Nature, and the tamer and civilizer of the world as well.

Duncelor: “Ugh, what rubbish.”

Nihilium: “I know…I’m not sure what annoys me more, the amazement of how stupid people were back then, or how stupid they got tucked away in their little boxes by this point, more and more disconnected from “Nature”—which is fucking farmland in Anatolia by this point—-or the ‘tone’ I’m gathering from the author…as though all this was ‘good’ somehow. Cybele…Magna Mater:”

Magna Mater

Duncelor: “‘Great Mother Nature’ my ass—Great Farm Mother, more like. People in this region (modern day southern Turkey) were tearing away their natural environments, slicing up sections of land later owned by “lords” and “ladies” and so forth; gods, goddesses, enslaving neighbouring tribes, taking their shit, duping the masses with lies. Sucking in people with praise and shame. Over the next thousand years, most of their trees were gone. They didn’t know what the fuck ‘wilderness’ was, like Europeans later—and Can-mericans now. This is where civilization started, springing up in full blooming permanence in Mesopotamia after the Flood of 5600 BC. There’s nothing good about any of it.”

Nihilium: “‘Mother Earth’ worship commenced the Age of Ecocide. All through, and because of, farming. She’s still around today…”

Duncelor: “Yep. There she is. Well, shit. Too much gathering? Too much of the feminine? Like your old gif shows here…?”

After The Flood

Nihilium: “It hasn’t stopped, no matter what ‘gender’ possesses that spoiled fat ass on its throne. The problem with feminist bias and revisionist crap is this: they stroke it because they want women in control of everything and men to fuck off—they want sole credit for every “good” aspect of humanity while laying everything “bad” on the shoulders and backs of men. By painting the pre-Christian, pre-Roman, or pre-Sumerian eras as lovely and matriarchal and whatever, they’re distorting the facts; they want feminine dominance when it was feminine dominance that started all this in the first place! So, their solution to the ills of the planet is let women run it all, when that’s what initiated the first massive problem: fucking farming!”

Duncelor: “Calm yourself, sailor…it is ridiculous, though. Marxist feminists don’t want anything but wealth and influence (not necessarily ‘power,’ because that’s service, as they’re finding out right now). And they seem to genuinely want male populations at low levels. They don’t know what’s masculine or right-brained any more than men do—so don’t spew bile at them for that. They look at prison populations and say, “Men are bad.” And there’s the end of it; they don’t look for a ‘why?’ No, ‘bad’ is good enough. Yes, it’s childish and stupid, but they’re doing what they do best—blame another and not take responsibility; it’s habit—20 thousand years of habit. They say that and go buy twenty pairs of shoes, recycle their cans, thinking they’re saving the world, but they’re not conscious of it—if they are, they’re sick, but I don’t think they are. So, I can’t blame them for it.”

Nihilium: “I know, I know. What can ya do? Economics caters almost exclusively to their wants, always has….from mammoth earings and necklaces, wood for their beds and fancy chairs, to seven times the shelf space dedicated to them today compared to men. They spend billions in North America alone on cosmetics, keeping up their illusion of beauty, keeping men stupid and permanently frazzled sexually, working their asses off to buy them shit. Not much has changed, except we’ve destroyed 75% of the natural world in the process, and men just keep at it…”

River valleys had always been ancient pathways for mesolithic peoples who followed herds with the seasons. Another ancient route in continual use was the Danube river to the Rhine river which they followed to the sea, and from the sea the same wanderers in turn made the trip east and arrived at the great freshwater Euxine Lake and south into Anatolia to Catal Huyuk. We know this is so because a high percentage of the skulls unearthed at Catal Huyuk are of a type that come from western Europe.

Black Sea Flood

Travel between the Danube and Catal Huyuk was easy in that age with no Bosporus channel to cross.

To the west of the Euxine Lake along the great rivers that flowed into it, significant mesolithic cultures formed to gather the abundant fish and mullosks. Marshlands were thick with birds and their eggs were everywhere. There was no starvation in such a rich world. Archeologists today study these early neolithic communities and give them names: Hamangia, Karanova, Vinca, Tisza, Dniester-Bug, Dneiper-Donets, Lengyel — digging down into their middens and firepits layer upon layer to discover continuous communities of the same people living in the same place generations upon generations for many centuries and sometimes milleniums.

Nihilium: “Well, all that’s accurate.”

Thermal hotsprings have always been sacred places to the human race — hot water bubbling out of the earth, even in winter, surrounded by greenery, sacred oases of beauty and life. Surely nothing in nature more resembles the womb of creation. If you have never relaxed in a natural hotsprings you can not possibly understand what I am saying.

Duncelor: “There’s that ‘womb of creation’ rhetoric again.”

Nihilium: “Like I mentioned, aside from the evidence that human life is created equally by man and woman, some people insist to glorify the female part in it—also like I said, this is ancient ignorance.”

Duncelor: “Yep. That’s what feeds religion—stupidity. Jesus…womb of creation: how about Ballsack of Creation?”

Nihilium: “Ha! Go, brother!”

Duncelor: “Well, shit, dude—that’s where sperm is generated, and you can’t make babies without that, so it makes every bit as much sense…”

Nihilium: “True enough. What oblique perception and silliness that still pervades our minds from this time…Can’t blame them back then: “Hey, Grogak, look: baby come out of her hole! Magic! Praise Mother Earth!” And Grogak scratches his nuts through his pretty dress and replies: “Yes, Yarmlak, look—she even get milk from heaven to feed baby! Praise Mother Earth!”

Duncelor: “Yep—praise…. Well, stupid is as stupid does…what’s modern humans’ excuse for being such twits?”

Nihilium: “No idea. At any rate, she’s right, except it’s not the “human race” that liked luxurious baths—who does today?”

Duncelor: “Women—and gays. They get right ritualistic with it—suds and candles. Never met a straight guy who did that.”

Nihilium: “And the men in a feminized culture like this (just) pre-historic one—the farming culture—were becoming feminized too, so it’s likely they were ‘relaxing’ about, at least the ones in more powerful families—religion and priestesses means royalty = class system. If these hot springs were sacred, I doubt ‘common labourers’ were allowed near them. Yunno, the ‘rock monkeys’ digging away in the obsidian mines and such. Perhaps men weren’t even allowed near them. Let’s see if she mentioned the pre-historic rules of these feminine places…because they were feminine and thus they must have had rules.”

But to those of you who have, you know what I mean. The feeling is incredible and it must occur to everyone. The mysterious hot water percolating up from the subteranian depths of Mother earth and there you sit, in very warm water, surrounded by lush greenery, birds singing in trees, forest animals approaching at times if you are very quiet. Wilderness hot springs awaken the creature senses of the human spirit, put a person in tune with his or her most ancient roots.

Great sharing occurs at natural wilderness springs. For there are not separate springs for each person. Every person must share the treasure with others: the melting pot, –the place where everyone of all walks and languages and races comes and strips out of their clothes and gets into the pool with the others, and feels so other-worldly wonderful, lays back and looks at the blue sky or the starry night, and feels so blessed. The Womb that is the hotsprings. The people of hot springs consider them sacred places. These are universal hotsprings feelings.

The area to the west of the Black Sea now known as Romania has around 3000 natural hotsprings. And further west along the Danube in the land we now call Hungary there are another thousand natural hotsprings. Here in this veritable garden of Eden more than 7,000 years ago the most intelligent cultures of the ancient world came into existance — the Cucuteni, Lengyel, Karanova, Tisza, Vinca and others.

Nihilium: “Intelligent cultures, huh?”

Duncelor: “Well, that’s from our point of view—being able to further manipulate the environment for women was considered “wisdom” in Gilgamesh’s day, so it was back in Catal Hoyuk, too—just as it is now, in our homocentric worldview.”

The vulva stone on the left was found on an altar in Lepenski Vir where it has sat for 8000 years waiting for us. The image on the right, the goddess of Lepenski Vir was found on the same altar. Lepenski Vir is an archeological site located on the banks of the Danube river in Yugoslavia. Extensive radiocarbon dating shows that the Lepenski Vir site was occupied between about 6000 BC and 4560 BC — For well over a thousand years these people lived in this place — a prehistoric town a few feet from the Danube river, a place with many altars. The heart of their devotions was the womb of the universe.

Duncelor: “She’s raving about this thing…”

Vulva Stone

Nihilium: “Okay, first—that’s supposed to be a vulva? Could be, doesn’t matter—looks like a peach, but doesn’t matter. Yeah, it’s a pussy, very nice, nothing to be proud of, or ashamed of, it’s not like you have to earn one of those—you’re sorta kinda born with them, hey? See me running around saying, “Look, folks! I have a penis!” Second: the writer of this blog is not a she—it’s a guy.”

Duncelor: “I know. Another feminine-junkie, another female-worshipper—another religious gardener with tits and ass on the brain—from Oregon, yet, the fucking Pacific Northwest, home of the Coastal Natives, over 30 millennia of pure non-destructive culture…and this is what he’s into? Sumerian and pre-Sumerian and post-Sumerian goddess-worship crap? What a fucking—”

Nihilium: “What else does an uninitiated male (p)raised by Mommy do these days? Go hunting? With a shotgun and a nice Camper’s Corner tent? That’s supposed to bring out the man in him? In the absence of the masculine, spirituality finds its way back to the religious feminine.”

Creative Masculinity

Duncelor: “So, ‘feminism’ is really ‘the religion of women?'”

Chicks

Nihilium: “Sure, it is—of, for, about, a grand glorification of a gender who looks exactly like us under that well-polished exterior: blood and veins and flesh and guts: meat-sacks…what a fucking delusion!—it fits all the criteria for a religion, with belief directed towards the object, the female form—sex. Flesh. Matter.”

Duncelor: “And masculinity = spirituality?”

Nihilium: “Energy. Think about it—mother earth…father sky. Instinct, Soul. Not a ‘soul’—Soul. The ghost in the machine—the right brain under the dominion of the logical, rationalizing, organizing left. What keeps moving around? Desert gurus, nomads, and air…spirit. Not matter—look at that fat pig on that throne up there: that is a perfect rendition of Mater—and I’ll never stop bringing this up—is the Latin word for Mother. Materialism. Matter. What’s matter without energy? What’s soil without water? What’s rain without gravity? What’s a female’s egg without sperm to fertilize it?”

Duncelor: “Dude, you are trippin…but it never made sense to me why anyone would worship a female—for what reason? Because she’s ‘pretty?’ Because she’s what, exactly? Biologically fit to grow a child in her belly after we worked hard to help put it there? For that she’s divine? Every female of every species, then, would be ‘divine,’ right down to plants. I don’t see anyone worshipping female dogs, do you?”

Nihilium: “Bitches? Nope. One would think we’d respect someone or something for what it does—function—not what it is: object. The author of that site is what I’d call a sexist pig who’s doing women a great disservice—not the least of which is feeding their egos by giving them credit for their own biological processes. As I said, humans didn’t invent biology; we are merely participants. The feminine must be deconstructed, therefore, and seen exactly as it is. The measure of a female is not a hole between her legs or two pounds of make-up and a bunch of fucking hairspray—girls need a different education along with men—we have to start doing the opposite of what we’re doing. Men acting like women isn’t working anymore. The masculine must reassert itself, located back in the Primal Male, or we’re fucked. Back to that non-agenda source for a moment…”

The role of women in society during the Upper Palaeolithic is not known, however the central role of female figurines in the artwork could point to a correlation with the place of women in society. There are some theories that suggest a possible matriarchal social structure and the worship of the divine in feminine form, or the increased role and social status of women in the populace. Dickson brings to light an interesting point in relation to this possibility by emphasising that the Upper Palaeolithic was the first time in prehistory that grave goods were buried with females (Dickson, 1990:214). Other theorists point to the statues as being fertility or cult objects, or that the enormous distribution of these ‘Venus’ figures could allude to a ritualistic exchange system with the figurines playing a central role in inter territory relations (Cunliffe, 2001: 69).

An important element in the appearance of such artistic traditions was the emergence of abstract thinking (that was previously lacking in the population) and the subsequent occurrence of rapid societal change during the Upper Palaeolithic period. Such drastic change is evident through the existence of art, jewellery and ornamentation, which reflect the complexity of the social systems and belief structures that arose from the beginning of the Aurignacian period (33,000-29,000 BC). The utilisation of such phenomena has been explained as being clearly indicative of diverse, differentiated and specifically organised social systems (Knecht et al, 1993). According to Dickson, the preponderance of such social systems characteristically suggests the existence of institutional forms of religious belief and practice (Dickson, 1990:12).

Duncelor: “Obsidian mirrors, luxurious hotsprings, jewelry, houses, ‘grave goods’ buried with females—this was a shitty time to be a man.”

Nihilium: “The beginning of the end for the masculine in Eurasia.”

Duncelor: “I think I respect the North American Natives’ way of life even moreso now.”

Nihilium: “Same here—it was sane and it worked along with Nature—actual fucking NATURE, not a goddamned garden or farm! Yunno, the wilderness? Solid, dark fucking forest? Where so-called ‘mother earth’ lubbers fear to travel—now, only ‘camp out.’ Anyway, it was a good article—both were—, mainly accurate despite the dude’s obvious bias. The next part’s the flood—the 5600 BC one; I’ll specify since there’s a lot of em—and I’ve been there, done that. So, we’ll bid this site a good day and move on…”

Duncelor: “Nah, I’m off to an AA meeting. Good stuff, anyway. Later.”

Nihilium: “K. Let’s wrap it up.”

Duncelor: “Religion sucks.”

Nihilium: “How about ‘religion/farming’ sucks, as we’ve demonstrated. It leads to nowhere but men doing stupid, fucking stupid things for women and fucking up the planet in the process.”

Duncelor: “Better. What’s the moral of the story?”

Nihilium: “I dunno…’Roam or die?'”

Duncelor: “Rome?”

Nihilium: “Roaming—nomadicity. Allie Fox said it best: ‘Dead things go downstream, Mother; life is upstream!'”

Duncelor: “Oh. His failure was again…?”

Nihilium: “Trying to control everything, make it like America—his ideal for it, anyway. He wanted praise and admiration for his genius and accomplishments. His ego was huge and it killed him in the end. Right idea—left approach…”

Duncelor: “And it all exploded, collasped, and he poisoned the entire area—I remember now. The Mosquito Coast was always my favourite. By the time he figured it out, he went manic masculist…”

Nihilium: “Huh?”

Duncelor: “He was obsessed with continung—keep moving. They kept going upstream and he wouldn’t stop…ahead, just a little further ahead. This is what happened to Alexander, Hitler, Napoleon, and other men consumed within their egos; the masculine nomad warped into feminine greed—more: they could not stop. Despite their arguable brilliance, they had not the wisdom to stop; to say, Enough!”

Nihilium: “Ah, right. Trying to get as far away from his own left brain…”

Duncelor: “And his shame. You can’t escape yourself, buddy. You can only change your mind. Well, gotta go…”

Nihilium: “I’ll leave off here with another quote from that movie, and then post the remainder of that unbiased article below.”

Duncelor: “So what’s the quote? Hurry up, I’m gonna be late.”

Nihilium: “Patience, grasshopper: in the book, as he lay dying, shot through the chest by the Christian missionary, he spoke to his eldest son: Man sprang out of a faulty world, Charlie. Therefore, I’m imperfect. What’s the use? It’s a bad design, the human body. Skin’s not thick enough, bones aren’t strong enough, too little hair, no claws, no fangs. Drop us and we break! Why, we’re not even symmetrical. One foot bigger than the other, left-handed, right-handed, our noses run. Look where our heart is. We weren’t meant to stand up straight—our posture exposes the most sensitive parts of the body, heart and genitals. We should be on all fours, hairier, more resistant to heat and cold, with tails! What happened to my tail, that’s what I’d like to know…. It’s humiliating to have a body with a design fault.”

Duncelor: “Right on. In the movie he said, Nature’s crooked, Charlie. I wanted right-angles, straight lines. He figured that out too late.”

Nihilium: “That he did.”

Duncelor: “Hey, I’ve got one: Goodbye, America!…and have a nice day!”

Nihilium: “Goodbye.”

Duncelor: “Hello….”

As well as representations of ‘Venus’ figurines carved from various materials such as ivory or limestone there is also evidence of the production and firing of ceramics. Fired figurines made from clay and pulverised bone has been found at one famous site, Dolni Vestonice (White, 1993; Gamble, 1986:324; Vandiver et al 1993: 259-272). The first excavation at this site was in 1925 and subsequent work has shown that clay figurines were exploded (possibly on purpose) within the kilns. The astounding discovery that 99.9% of these Vestonice figurines were broken has led some theorists to believe that remnants and rejects of production may have been left at the kilns or that the sites indicate a ceramic waste disposal area (Absolon & Klima, 1974, cited in Vandiver et al, 1993: 272). Other archaeologist s interpretations strongly favour the idea of ceramics being ritually broken or exploded within the kilns (Voight, 1983; Pearson, 1988, cited in Vandiver et al, 1993:272).

There are many ways in which the drastic changes in the archaeological record can be perceived with the emergence of anatomically modern humans. Such changes include social factors, art and the use of antler and bone tools. With regards to variation in the location of sites there is a definite shift away from the ocean-side to river sites (possibly due to transportation benefits), and there are also established structures that were previously lacking as well as a greater magnitude of sites (Cunliffe, 2001).

There are two predominant contrasting viewpoints with regards to the drastic changes that occurred in the Upper Palaeolithic and the cultural developments that emerged during this time. Some theorists have argued for a hypothesis that promulgates the evolution of the existing Neanderthal populations (Garrod, 1953; Neuville, 1951, cited in Knecht et al, 1993). In opposition to this theory however, many archaeologists have now come to believe that cultural replacement occurred by way of anatomically modern humans from external areas settling in Europe and this theory is now generally accepted as most probable. It is believed that an emigration of anatomically modern humans from Africa occurred approximately 100,000 B.P and that these people spread to the Middle East and finally arrived in Europe by 30,000 40,000 B.P. The reason for such late settlement of Europe would reflect the harsh climatic conditions from 100,000 until approximately 43,000 B.C during which time Europe was enveloped in a freezing glacial environment (Fagan, 1998: 129).

Theories that propose to ascertain the possible meaning of Upper Palaeolithic art tend to mirror the prevailing theoretical approaches of the day. ‘Classical’ theories have included those explanations that emerged early in the twentieth century often purporting that Upper Palaeolithic art was totemic in character; was an elaborate prop for rites of passage or hunting magic or was inspired by shamanism (Dickson, 1990:123). Anthropological theories promulgated by Emile Durkheim on totemism and by Arnold Van Gennep on “Rites de Passage” greatly influenced interpretations of archaeological findings (Dickson, 1990: 125-126). The elucidation of art being related to hunting magic or sympathetic magical principles was largely derived from Sir James Frazer s book The Golden Bough and this had a great influence on many theorists. (Dickson, 1990:128; Frazer, 1929; Hicks, 1999:258-260).

In all of the artwork of the Upper Palaeolithic there is a close connection between the animal and human worlds and between the living and spirit realm. According to Fagan, such a close continuum of the social, spiritual and natural worlds is typical of hunter-gatherer societies (1998:137). This earth-based totemic worldview is seen to be reflected in the ethnographic record and it has been stated that the archaeological findings pertaining to the Upper Palaeolithic religious life revolve around the shaman, who vigorously and directly sought to confront the spirit world in ecstatic encounters (Dickson, 1990:215). Such perspectives, which favour an interpretation of early prehistoric art (both cave art and mobiliary art) as an expansion of shamanic religious practice are also central to the views of Andreas Lommel, who further supports such elucidations (1967, cited in Dickson, 1990: 129-136).

Modern archaeological interpretations often dispute earlier classical theories and according to Bailey (1983:166) these modern approaches predominantly fall into two categorical perspectives of either internalistic or environmentalist (Cited in Dickson, 1990:137). Internalistic theories stress the notion of intellectual changes within Homo Sapien Sapiens and propose that advancements in cognitive ability at this time was the foremost cause of artistic depictions and ‘Venus’ figurines. Steven Mithen epitomises this view by stating that, ” the sudden appearance of art was connected to the development of human cognitive abilities ” (1996, cited in Fagan, 1998:137). Environmentalist theoretical modalities however are more concerned with social and economic factors that influence (or are influenced by) religion and art.

Theories of the past are not ‘whole truths’ but are methodological approaches and interpretations made from the available evidence. Whether ‘Venus’ figurines were ‘mother Goddess’ statues of religious or cultic significance, or whether they represented the role of women in society or a flowering of artistic ability due to increased cognitive development is somewhat of a moot point. What can be known for sure is that our distant ancestors had complex social systems and conceptual understandings of their world and this is reflected in the artwork and figurines that were left to posterity, which allows us to gain some understanding of the past.

Caves

Caves

[Must have been
Mid afternoon…
I could tell by how far
The child’s shadow stretched out and
He walked with a purpose
In his sneakers, down the street
He had…
Many questions
Like children often do…
He said,

‘Tell me all your thoughts on god…
‘Tell me am I very far?’

Must have been late afternoon
On our way,
The sun broke free of the clouds…
We count only blue cars
Skip the cracks,
In the street
And ask many questions
Like children often do…

We said,
‘Tell me all your thoughts on god…
”Cause I’d really like to meet her…
‘And ask her why we’re who we are…
‘Who…?
‘Tell me all your thoughts on god,
”Cause I am on my way to see her…
‘So tell me am I very far—
‘Am I very far now?’

It’s getting cold,
Picked up the pace…
How our shoes
Make hard noises in this place
Our clothes are stained…
We pass many
Cross eyed people
And ask
Many questions
Like children often do…

‘Tell me all your thoughts on god…
”Cause I would really like to meet her…
‘And ask her why we’re who we are….
‘Who..?
‘Tell me all your thoughts on god…
”Cause I am on my way to see her…
‘So tell me am I very far—?
‘Am I very far now?
‘Am I very far now?
‘Am I very far now?
‘Tell me all your thoughts on god…
‘Tell me all your thoughts on god…’

“Counting Blue Cars,” Dishwalla.]

Kali

Amazon Boys

[Yes, that’s “Meh,” not men. As in, Bill: “Hey, Bob, how your sack hanging?”—-Bob: “Meh.”]

I haven’t written much in this deal lately. Not sure why. Nothing much to say, I guess, recently that would sound very different to (yet pale copies of) other entries, and aside from that, I haven’t been able to wind myself up, mood-wise, to get pissed about anything. (No, been out of weed for a while; that ain’t it.)

Translation: my mood’s been even and it’s been hard to get worked up. At times I get worked up when I see something stupid—

*It Is My Solemn Sworn Duty In This Life To Point Out All That Which I Find Foolish, Hypocritical, And Utter Bullshit*

—or provide an alternate view on something, or, obviously, insert the so-much-needed masculine or male point of view wherever it’s lacking, and it’s always lacking in this completely lopsided world.

Further translation: it’s been difficult getting angry lately because I feel pretty ‘good’ (this word is so worn-out and silly) all around, and am gradually getting closer to being in the exact position I need to be in, in order to leave for the Coast.

“Why do you need to be worked up or angry?”

Because I believe that human expression is best when it’s passionate—this doesn’t mean sexually, to which most people seem to limit its meaning, but rather…I dunno. I call it “fire.” Fire within; spark, drive, aggressively but constructively forcing your energy out, like skin cleansing its pores. “Cleansing” indeed, because that’s what it’s like. There’s scarsely anything I hate more than bland, dull, mediocre blather, small talk and chit chat; trivium. Or, as my sister would say, talk about “happy stuff.” It’s like a flat-line on a heart monitor; monotone, tedious, irrelevant, lifeless and soulless. Spiritless—even better.

“Doesn’t that increase blood pressure and stress, isn’t it unhealthy?”

So?

“SO…don’t you want to take care of yourself?”

Why…?

“Why!? Um…I dunno, so you can live a rich and fulfilling life maybe…?”

1. Why would I want that? 2. And why is that relative to health?

“1. Because that’s what humans are supposed to do! 2. Because we should live as long as possible and ty to be happy while we’re here, how ’bout?”

1. Who says? And what wisdom is so grand that I should obey such a rule?

2. “Should?” Again, who says? If I want to absorb every speck of information in the world before the age of 45 and ignite it like gun powder within my mind to create something other than what we see every single prosaic day, in every single prosaic way, then that’s far better. Far better to live short, hard and fast, and blow your mind through the stratosphere than live a long, comfy, safe, boring existence as a human drone; sheep. Slaves watching TV…hampsters running on wheels…dogs chasing rubber balls in the backyard, barking at shadows…

I prefer quality over quantity.

3. How ’bout not? “Happiness” is simply meaningless; a word, which is an illusion, that leads one—absolutely without fail—back to unhappiness and sadness. It’s a drug, and you always come down from it because drugs aren’t real and never last: drugs and addictions are an unwise basis for deeming your average mood or, in particular, overall human “state.” State of being. I’m striving to limit my addictions ultimately to food, water, air, before I die. When I am empty, here, at last, I’ll be complete—hopefully just before I die—when I have utterly nothing left but these three things, wanting and needing nothing else, that’s when my life transcends all other versions of my previous states of existence. No one seeking “happiness”—an extended period of joy—has ever “reached it.” Are you kidding me? It’s called chasing the dragon—might as well get yourself some herion or jerk off or eat some candy-covered cholocate-banana-flavoured sugar, because it’s exactly the same.

(Non-happy is what I seek, and I haven’t felt unhappy in some time…can’t even recall the last depressive period I had.) It’s a dog chasing its tail—futile ego pursuits….Be a slave, a “happiness junkie,” to your own brain chemistry if you want. I’ll choose the hard way and do without.

“1. Nobody ‘says’—it’s just common sense! 2. That’s risky and foolish! 3. That’s completely silly!”

1. Most people are barely self-aware and miserable, entirely entangled in, consumed by, and blind within, their own egos, and merely act a part—they invent a self-commercial of how they should be and fine-tune it until others swallow the deception, until they fit in, gain praise for it, and seem outwardly “normal,” while inside they’re crying like little kids still, scared and confused, in the spiritless deserts of their souls praying for rain; it’s not who they really are.

That is common; “common” can rot. That does not make sense to me. I’ll be “me,” thanks, and no one else. (The next time someone in real life tells me something I “should” do or be, I’m gonna spit in their eye.)

2. No one gains anything in life without risking first—courage comes from doing (not talking about doing) and is earned after recklessness and risk. It’s only as foolish as you are cowardly. A tiny child hiding under its bed, wishing the scary noises would go away.

Fuck off. I’ll walk out and find that noise—and if it’s a large hairy monster with red eyes and big glowing fangs, I’ll smile right back and say, “What up, beasty?” Maybe offer it some orange juice and a game of chess or something. To do otherwise is to live in fear, as an infant, and I’m beyond that. I prefer to grow up and remain so, to face it all and dare it to do its worst. I shall endure it all and smile afterwards, expanding as I do so, or die trying; and if death comes, it comes—it will anyway—so what? Why is that ‘bad’ and not completely natural?…why run away from it? This is the opposite of chasing the dragon—it’s believing a dragon is chasing you, my friend. I have other things to chase, real things.

Go ahead and tippy-toe about through life, sheltered from all suffering and unpleasantness and so much ickiness, if you want, buddy. I’m running out to meet that shit head-on.

3. I can see that you insist upon seeing it that way, so further conversation is pointless. Your mind is not open, enslaved by ego, wanting approval, acceptance, praise and to avoid shame…you have no awareness of all that’s holding you back; what little respect you must have for your own intelligence and personal development…

“Crazy talk!”

You betcha.

Moving the site…

There was a glitch in moving Nordiblog to the new website—I’m getting a new domain through my step-dad’s online cash account (I refuse to get one myself, the same way I refuse to own a car or even a cellphone…my hypocrisy really does have limits; the only static material attachments I’ll end up with ideally is an e-domain and a computer), which is overdrawn, so he has to wait until he has the money to settle it before I can give him the cash for the new site (what he owes is much more than what a new site would cost—I’m nice, but I’m not paying off anyone’s debt).

Another week and a half, roughly.

“The Feminine, women, (biological) females, and Woman

One thing that struck me this week was how many do not see a distinction between the above. In this gross tedium of modern “thought,” it is immensely politically incorrect (lace curtain) to make any distinctions (or even bring up the subject), which is precisely why it is necessary to do so; the formula is actually quite easy to follow: what most people think should be ignored; what most people do, do the opposite. (The world is entirely bassackwards. And I can prove it. But not all at once.)

I’m not about to get into the WOMAN deal, since David Quinn (quite) adequately covers this in his Exposition

Love the initial quote, which is all I’ll get into regarding this, because I could not say it all any better than he (if you have a functioning mind, an open one, and some guts, read what’s in that above link).

[Someone took a youth to a sage and said: “Look, he is being corrupted by women.”

The sage shook his head and smiled. “It is men,” said he, “that corrupt women; and all the failings of women should be atoned and improved in men. For it is man who creates for himself the image of woman, and woman forms herself according to this image.”

“You are too kindhearted about women,” said one of those present; “you do not know them.”

The sage replied: “Will is the manner of men; willingness that of women. That is the law of the sexes – truly, a hard law for women. All of humanity is innocent of its existence; but women are doubly innocent. Who could have oil and kindness enough for them?”

“Damn oil! Damn kindness!” Someone else shouted out of the crowd; “women need to be educated better!”

“Men need to be educated better,” said the sage and beckoned to the youth to follow him.

The youth, however, did not follow him.

Nietzsche, 1882.]

For it is man who creates for himself the image of WOMAN, and woman forms herself according to this image. Truer words have not been spoken or written.

Now, the other three—biological females: those born with the female physical ‘gender;’ humans born with cunts—I can get into. I just explained one. “Females” and “women” are not the same thing; “WOMAN” and “women” often are, but not always—I include men (biological males—humans born with cocks) regularly when discussing “women.”

“Does this have to do with ‘the feminine’?”

Exactly. One thing I have realized lately is that there is nothing wrong with “the feminine” either; I know, I know, sounds like I’m really slipping here, that my ‘misogyny’ (my former expressed loathing of the feminine, not—obviously—“hatred for all women”—ridiculous concept) is fading, but I doubt it’s possible to hate an object or its symbol—one can only, in any real way, hate its function, its actions, the consequences, such as based on how constuctive or destructive it is regarding Nature, the natural order of life, for instance.

“I don’t follow you…”

If a rock tumbles down a cliff, eventually beaming you on the noodle…do you hate the rock?

“No.”

Do you hate gravity?

“No.”

Do you hate what happened, the situation you were in, or the results of that rock falling…?

“I guess so…the result.”

Same thing.

All humans utterly masculine would lead to extinction (underpopulate). All humans utterly feminine would do the same (overpopulate). Nature, in its unfathomable wisdom, divided up our genders for a reason: it is called balance. Right now, there is nothing even remotely close to balance on this planet—hence my life-long struggle to unmask WOMAN and discover what precisely this “feminine” thing really is, what it does, what it’s supposed to be doing in terms of natural order: what its nature is.

Thus, “hating” the feminine is as fruitless and meaningless as “hating” a woman, female, or male, man, woman, child, a Hitler or Queen Elizabeth or Stalin or teenager or Bush or Hillary or feminist or Attila or bimbo or primitive or king or rapist or asshole or slut or nagging hag or liar or corporate whore or nabob or manipulative bitch or criminal or farmer or priest or priestess or god or God or goddess or anything else we have socially invented for our current civilization.

“Invent???”

Yes, all of these we want—that’s precisely why they exist, popping in every single generation since “human beings” invented the term human being: they all serve their purpose in our insane human constructs; they exist because we collectively will them into existence and subconsciously go about producing them. Like terrorists, drug lords, whatever, we want these things deep down, else we’d stop the entire process and come up with something better. We don’t because it works; we love to hate. We create evil, socially engineer it, to create goodness and to justify a stucture set up to “fight” it or feed it. Makes us feel less pathetic and insignificant, I expect, but there might be millions of reasons why….

“So, what do you hate?”

Ignorance, hypocrisy, lies—to name a few—and all things designed to perpetuate these. I hate the actions, and results of these actions, that many people do, the things they do. When anger gets out of hand, that’s when we confuse the difference between object and function—hating someone and not what they do.

“So, you don’t hate Hitler or Bush?”

No. Should I? Do I hate a bird for flying? Or if that bird flies through window, steals my last bit of food and takes off again…do I hate what just happened? To blame is to objectify; I can neither blame nor hate that bird, even though in anger and hunger I might curse it. That’s a distortion.

“But before, you said there’s rational and irrational hate…”

Not for objects, for their functions. Hating a thing for what it is…is like hating yourself for taking a piss; it’s what you do—were you to hold it in until your bladder explodes and you die of infection? Or is it just a function of a living being? Is the function natural?

It’s not always easy to make this crucial distinction, and, admittedly, blind rage makes it nearly impossible to do so. Habitual hate and anger makes it even harder.

“But why hate a function at all?”

Exactly. It depends if that function is “as it should be.”

“Come on! You already said you’re not going to be anything someone else says you should be!”

Right, someone else—no human has that wisdom, only Nature does. The rational and sound natural order of this planet isn’t telling me that I should be anything—it had done already so at the time of my birth; how the masculine was supposed to function is completely lost, and how the feminine was supposed to function is as warped as much as the masculine is missing or mutated (as “patriarchy”) in the human organism. Again, viewing male behaviour in civilization and calling it “inherent” is as stupid, misleading, unscientific, and inaccurate as calling dog behaviour “wolf behaviour.” Dogs are domesticated and are not acting out their true nature (it stuns me every time I need to explain this; it’s such a given for me now); men are domesticated and are equally as unnatural. Male behaviour is not “masculine behaviour.” Men are not masculine beings anymore than dogs are still wolves. Captive nature is not true nature. (To quote Megadeth: “Captive honour is no honour.” One’s nature is no different.) Think: males in prison compared with males not in prison—very little difference in context, with regards to dogs and wolves, but extreme difference in observable function of “the male.” Cage a wolf and prod it with a stick relentlessly, brutalize it, “teach it,” train it, and what happens? Twisted, mutated nature; perversion of nature, and of Nature. Prison mentality. Same with men. Domesticated male = “house-bound” male (Norse: “hus-band”) = feminine ‘man’ = a ‘woman’ with a dick = mangina. And so forth.

“Even if you’re right, that by defintion means we’re fucked! Dogs have been bred into this state! We’re doomed to be “women” or feminine forever!”

Why? Leave a dog out in the wild and it gradually (or quickly, depending how hungry it is) reverts to its pure nature, its original form; we call these “feral dogs” or “wild dogs.” The hardest part for that dog is starting to fend for itself, being self-sufficient and independent—the shock of loss…of such a former cozy and lazy, captive existence, suddenly thrust in an alien environment—alien! (The first thing it will do is desperately try to get back to that precious ease of life—its cage—all it has known as “normal.”) It’s alienated from its environment and its nature; Christ, like a fish wearing a hat and strolling through a mall. That’s not “evolution”—it’s biological perversion, since nothing natural arranged it so.

Nature, its environment, and evolution set it all straight again when the feminine stops manipulating and controlling it. Except dogs aren’t fully conscious or self-aware (sentient) beings and so men can guide themselves through their purification process back to a natural state, finding their true nature once more. (The trouble is with men properly identifying what Man is, what “masculine” is—ever wonder why no men really know or can agree on this, and yet all women readily identify most of what’s feminine, what Woman is?—here’s where we flounder and are at risk to the ego.) It’s not like we’re all feminine at birth—every human is wild when it’s born: we domesticate it youth.

This is the feminine in action; taming, controlling, with no masculine to balance it out (or properly resist it). What my spider-sense tells me here is that, and this isn’t even a theory and just a crazy idea I have, at some point, roughly 20 millennia ago, something happened and children of some tribe were either left without parents or, more likely, without fathers…an entire group was raised by mothers (no male initiation) only; and what resulted was their rendition of “education,” and they were sensible and practical and stuck to their strengths: gathering—farming. They couldn’t hunt and so the Veggie Age began. And it made so much sense, it became “wisdom” and fertility cults, religion, Mother Goddess worship and sacrifices and such resulted as it spread out, further and further from the Levantine:

Behold: the spread of farming culture: civilization = feminization—this is the progressive range of the feminine itself.

(No, the Chinese did not invent agriculture independently of the source—it all originated in the same place, spread by trade, by the early Silk Road, long-used in prehistoric times; aside from the Indus Valley, there was no fertile ground (no fertile rivers) along the Silk Road route until we get to the Chinese river basins, lush and great for seeds. Trade, technology and culture spread there and cropped up before 8000 BC.

Think I’m making this up?—snoop around here for the Origins of Farming , where I got that above gif, from Arch Atlas—not a “pro-male” or “masculine” site, either, completely unbiased. There’s also reason to suspect that farming reached the Americas via the sea-farring Polynesians in the Pacific and influenced early Mesoamerican cultures. (My old “pristine, untouched” North America concept is in tatters, I know. Farming may not have been invented independently in Mesoamerica either (Aztec, Inka, et al); thus “whenever humans sit still, we tend to concentrate on gathering, in warmer climates” might be in error—all farming seems to have one single origin.)

There’s even strong evidence that the populations of Easter Island—Polynesians arriving from western Pacific islands—had contact with the Nazca and such on mainland South America, as well as evidence that the pre-Olmec were influenced by African cultures from around 3000 BC; many African skeletons have been found there dated from different ancient periods, and all the Olmec deities were blatantly “negroid” or black in appearance. Only in the North did people remain free—only here was the primal masculine preserved.)

Nothing else seems to make sense…why men would abandon everything they held utterly sacred, vital, and do everything as women wanted, everything that was easiest?…it doesn’t follow, not with all I now know about these ancient people in the pre-Paleolithic and Paleolithic, or what I know about the masculine, how deep and strong and respected male culture was back then…something really fucked up happened and it started a cultural domino effect…

It’s the left brain enslaving the right brain. We engineer it according to the same pattern ancient women began doing to get men out of the forests and onto the farms (see Gilgamesh-Enkidu for a pre-biblical peek into this historical example). The correct term is “pedomorphism.” Or proper evolutionary adaptation through adolescence—it needs a natural environment and no “human” influence. The hope for humanity lies here and only here.

“Sounds like you’ve replaced “God” with “Nature” to me…”

“Nature” is merely a word for the total sum of all life on this planet (one small “franchise” of life, as a biosphere, in the galaxy and indeed the universe; “Nature” is just a microcosm for all life absolutely everywhere in the “totality”) and its many systems, including what we call “evolution,” which is the measuring of change in and function of life forms here on Earth. It’s alive, I think “wise,” not by definition “intelligent”—our words can’t adequately define or describe it. But it’s no deity; thus, no god or God.

“Okay, sorta makes sense, but why do you blame women—like up there, ‘ancient women’ and ‘stop manipulating and controlling…'”

(1) No blame—as I said already, it’s what (2) the feminine (not necessarily “woman”) does—as well as blame! I understand mostly why and how it happened now, so I might be a bit sad at times, even angry, over the current state of affairs, but I know it’s no one’s “fault.” Again, in its proper context (natural order), the feminine is needed in the human equation—but that human equation is no longer a natural 1+2=3…it’s a goddamned 0.005+2007.3/A=Z*20,0001=WTF? Which leads me to a much-needed review of…

The Masculine & The Feminine…

The following is a recent post at GF (not that old GF) that I adapted from thought and from previous writing on the subject—I’ll arrange it better here…even though it’s still all scattered and in no real order (as I intended). I’ll go back and forth for more practical comparison….

(Prefatory comments… These are almost always exact opposites, in extreme, of course, and no human is all one or all the other, and “physical gender” doesn’t necessarily enter into this; there’s nothing inherently “good” or “bad” in any of all this, except the collective human imbalance of one in regards to the other, a fraction of which I have demonstrated and illuminated on this blog. Nature split it so originally for balance—hence half our teeth are for grinding cereals and half for shredding flesh. Hence the Age of Civilization, Age of Empires, Age of Agriculture, has all been simply the Feminist Age. (Thank climatic phenomena that the masculine was sealed off from all that in some key areas—see above gif—so we have some reference now as to what the masculine originally was…) Unlike some who use only modern human behaviour erroneously, or those who select positive human attributes and label them “masculine,” out of ignorance, and call the unpleasant ones “feminine,” or those who select the “good stuff” about humans and call it “feminine” and all negative “masculine,” also out of ignorance, I have been painfully striving to be as accurate and fair in this as I possibly can be, based mostly on what we know of both genders today, both genders 20 thousand years back in Eurasia, and what we know of both in cultures such as Native North Americans, Indigenous Australians, et cetera. If a reader locates bias or inaccuracy, post a comment to let me know and I’ll have a look.)

1i. “The feminine…”

1a. Its symbol has eternally been a hole or circle—a void or abyss. (The symbol for feminine defines its very nature; its female sexual organs and reproductive process do as well.) It’s a taker; it lures, it draws in and sucks inward, being filled and nurturing. It grows the seeds. Its character is to collect (gather), settle, contract, stay still (or be pursued until the time is auspicious to ‘be caught’). It wants to be penetrated, violated, to “take in,” to be gotten inside of…

2i. “The masculine…”

2a. Its symbol has eternally been a protrusion or triangle—a tapered point or arrow. (The symbol for masculine defines its very nature; its male sexual organs and reproductive process do as well.) It’s a giver; it provides, it extends outward and penetrates, filling and nurishing. It deposits the seeds. Its character is to stalk (hunt), explore, expand, wander (and pursue: to keep moving and to ‘catch’). It wants to penetrate, violate, to “insert,” get inside of…

1ii. “The feminine…”

1b. Sedentary. The feminine attack-defense might be manifested as a snare or trap (vaginal); “fly-paper.” It strives for shelter, for protection, to be served. Cowardly. Drive for permanence, continuity; sameness. Subconsciously seeks acceptance—captivity. Extravagant. Loves crowds, hates solitude. Fearful in Nature, like a fish out of water. Impatient.

2ii. “The masculine…”

2b. Nomadic. The masculine attack-defense might be manifested as an arrow or bullet (phallic); “fly-swatter.” It strives to shelter, to protect, to serve. Brave. Drive for changefulness, variation; difference. Subconsciously seeks independence—freedom. Minimalist. Hates crowds, loves solitude. Confident in Nature, totally at home there. Patient.

1iii. “The feminine…”

1c. The Chinese correctly envisioned this as “Yin (dark, passive force).” It is indirect. Hidden. Shallow. Soft. Liberal. Primary tendency in basic human dichotomy is “Yes.” Conformity. Allow. It’s self-centered—it accepts sacrifices, for its own good. Irresponsible—passes blame easily and refuses to “own up to shit.” Its strength is its facade of weakness. Its wisdom is beauty.

2iii. “The masculine…”

2c. The Chinese correctly envisioned this as “Yang (bright, active force).” It is direct. In the open. Deep. Hard. Conservative. Primary tendency in basic human dichotomy is “No.” Resistance. Deny. It’s selfless—it sacrifices itself for others, for a greater good. Responsible—accepts fault easily and strives to find solutions rather than assign fault or blame. Its weakness is its facade of strength. Its beauty is wisdom.

1iv. “The feminine…”

1d. Inside. Follow. Copy, destroy—indirectly, often through the masculine. Collective, unity—“a massive group.” (One large female egg cell.) Cooperative yet argumentative with others. Psychological and empirical. “What’s easiest to do is best.”
MORE. Hoarding behaviour; greedy. Yielding, ‘wins’ in surrender. Fragile. Importance of wants; desires.

2iv. “The masculine…”

2d. Outside. Lead. Create, build—directly, by itself or in teams. Individuality, tribalism—“many small groups.” (Several small male sperm cells.) Competitive yet wants to get along with others. Physical and metaphysical. “What’s most difficult & challenging is best.”
LESS. Travel light; give away. Stubborn, ‘wins’ in tenacity. Resiliant. Importance of needs; necessity.

1v. “The feminine…”

1e. Attraction (like a proton). Prefers to be “at rest.” Dominates through cunning and persuasion. Deceptive (masks and guile) in overall personality. Fosters stability yet conventionality. Hesitates, over-anaylzes.
Submissive. Prone to worry about problems; asking for help is no big deal, accepting help is sensible. Keen on convincing others to adapt to itself and altering situations to better suit itself.

2v. “The masculine…”

2e. Repulsion (like an electron). Prefers to be “in motion.” Dominates through brute force. Truthful (honest and clear) in overall personality. Fosters fragmentation yet originality. Takes action immediately.
Aggressive. Prone to solve problems; asking for help is demeaning, accepting help is insulting. Keen on adapting to others and to situations.

1vi. “The feminine…”

1f. Its strength mentally resides in the left hemisphere of the brain—originally: manipulates intensely (“control freak”); plant-object-‘thing’-oriented (“diamonds are a girl’s best friend”—does not tend to work well in teams, better at delegating and specialization in overall social group).
Rationalizational, logicizational, organizational, “clean and tidy;” very verbal, spoken-language-heavy communication.
Skill and talent, concerned more with details, and literal things, et cetera.
Sequential. Linear. Many shallow emotions.

2vi. “The masculine…”

2f. Its strength mentally resides in the right hemisphere of the brain—originally: relinquishes control; (“leaves things be”); animal-people-‘living being’-oriented (“dog is man’s best friend”—tends to work well in teams, not prone to specialization—better to improvise, overcome obstacles, not be limited in ability).
“Dreamer,” instinctual, conceptual and perceptual (spatially too), disorganized, “dirty and messy;” very non-verbal, body-language-heavy communication.
Intuition and imagination, concerned more with ‘the big-picture,’ universality, and abstract things, et cetera.
Random. 3-D. Some deep feelings.

1vii. “The feminine…”

1g. Practical yet prone to over-complication. Better with letters, numbers, words. Better with the obvious. “Sees things as they appear.” Multi-tasking—“compulsive.” Concerned with names, categories. Follows guidelines, formats, maps; follows regulations. Talks relationships. More focused overall awareness and narrow self-awareness (*** what’s called “semi-consciousness” or else, and I disagree here, “unconsciousness”).

2vii. “The masculine…”

2g.Goofy yet prone to simplicity. Better with images, symbols, patterns. Better with the subtle. “Reads between the lines.” Singular determination—“obsessive.” Concerned with functions, meaning. Trail-blazes, goes by feel, sense; rebels against rules and regulations. Does relationships. Great self-awareness and vast overall awareness (*** what’s often called “full consciousness”).

1viii. “The feminine…”

1h. Its human manifestation, originally within females, in terms of culture, has been gathering; essentially, it’s a herbivore. In terms of belief systems: religious, material—worship of objects and things; wealth and ‘power.’ Corporeal; flesh.
Static laws. Morality.
(Hence “Mother Earth.” Hence a goddess, a humanization and feminization of something else, not the thing itself; idol. Matter.)

2viii. “The masculine…”

2h. Its human manifestation, originally within males, in terms of culture, has been hunting; essentially, it’s a carnivore. In terms of belief systems: animistic, spiritual—deep respect for essence, the intangible, and the fluidity of life (or “Life Force”). Ethereal; “ghost in the machine.”
Organic philosophies. Ethics.
(Hence “Father Sky.” Hence a shaman, a medium between the material and the spiritual realms; soul. Energy.)

(*** —I’m still undecided on the point of consciousness—-dual consciousness theory puts all this in new light and a different perspective: each hemisphere has its own consciousness or levels of consciousness (LOC); also, there’s scarsely been any female example of staggering consciousness (myths of Hypatia notwithstanding) to determine whether or not the feminine itself is barely conscious, or if it’s merely a matter of “consciousness atrophy” in the great bulk of females, meaning that under the right circumstances every woman, if she’d “use her brain, all of it,” has the potential for “higher” LOC as some men have. I’m uncertain and need to study this further sometime.)

I was tempted to leave out consciousness altogether—I’m unconvinced there is significant “opposites” here, as much: differences; it seems that the right brain is more “big picture” prone concerning perceptive awareness and overall LOC; the left brain is like a magnifying glass with it.

No; scratch that. A better example: one’s a candle up close and the other is the sun—the left brain can see details in cracks and creases with its candle of consciousness, while the right cannot but can see the entire world; the left cannot see the whole deal at all, but its ‘light’ seems brighter because it’s right in your face. Illusion; the right is nearly limitless in scope. (The sun is one-million candlelight per square inch; a candle is easily blown out—logic-dependent, and when that breaks down, it’s blind. The sun is always there, even though sometimes we can’t see it.)

Anyway, enough for now.

Have a day, folks.