Belle said, magisterially, ‘We begin to understand how health springs from our being lived, in a sense, as well as living, and from accepting that we act out traditional roles. On Mars we shall come to require new ground rules.’
During the term of my pregnancy I used to wonder about this remark. I wanted to be different. I wanted things to be different.
I discussed this point with Ben Borrow. Ben was a smooth YEA who had done his community service on Luna and was, in his own words, ‘into spirituality’. However that might be, it was noticeable that he was a devoted disciple of Belle Rivers, often closeted late with her.
‘The more we feel ourselves lived, the more we can live independently.’
The melding of opposites, spirit/matter, male/female, good/evil, brings completeness.’
‘Only technology can free us from technology.’
‘True spirituality can only be achieved by looking back into green distance.’
These were some of Borrow’s sayings. I wrote them down.
He was intent on becoming a guru; even I could see he was also something of a creep. He had a tiny little pointed beard.
Under the tutelage of his powerful mistress, Borrow started a series of teach-ins he called Sustaining Individuality. These were well attended, and often became decidedly erotic. Rivers and Borrow taught that neurophysiological processes in the mind-body, such as dreaming, promoted the integration of limbic system dramas, thus increasing awareness and encouraging cognitive and emotive areas to merge. As there are swimmers in oceans who fear the unknown creatures somewhere below, beyond their knowledge, so there were those who feared the contents of the deeper levels of mind; they gradually lost this culturally induced phobia to enjoy a blossoming of awareness.
After one of these teach-ins I had to tell Borrow that I didn’t know whether or not my awareness was blossoming. How could I tell?
‘Perhaps,’ he said, matching finger-tip with finger-tip in front of him, ‘one might say that the aware find within themselves an ability to time-travel into the remote phylogenic past, and discover there wonderful things that give savour to reason, richness to being.
‘Not least of these elements is a unity with nature and instinctive life, from which a knowledge of death is absent. Consciousness is something so complex and sensuous that no artificial intelligence could possibly emulate it. Don’t you think?’
‘Mmm,’ I said. He hurried off, still with finger-tip touching finger-tip. It was not quite the way you put your hands together in prayer. Perhaps he wanted to indicate that he was in touch with himself.
And didn’t wish to be in touch with me.
Our community became locked into this physiological-biological-philosophical type of speculation. Humanity’s spiritual attainments, together with their relationship with our lowly ancestral origins, produced problems of perception. If what we perceive is an interpretation of reality, rather than reality itself, then we must examine our perceptions. That much I understand. But since it’s our unconscious perceptual faculties that absorb and sort out our lifelong input of information, how does our conscious mind make them comprehensible? What does it edit out? What do they edit out between them? What vital thing are we missing?
I asked this question of May Porter, who came to give a short talk about perceptual faculties.
She said, ‘Ethology has shown that all animals and insects are programmed to perceive the world in specific ways. Thus each species is locked into its perceptual umwelt. Facts are filtered for survival. Non-survival-type perceptions are rejected. An earlier mystic, Aldous Huxley, cited the case of the frog, whose perceptions cause it to see only things that move, such as insects. As soon as they stop moving, the frog ceases to see them and can look elsewhere. “What on earth would a frog’s philosophy be – the metaphysics of appearance and disappearance?” Huxley asks himself.
‘Similarly Western humanity values only that which moves; silence and stillness are seen as negative, rather than positive, qualities.’
I was thinking of Kathi’s remarks when I asked May, ‘What if there was a higher consciousness on Mars that we were not trained to perceive?’
She gave a short laugh. ‘There is no higher consciousness on Mars. Only us, dear.’