The Force Is Against Us - and That's No Mere Witticism.

For those so trained, it is possible to learn life’s hard lessons by letting one event teach you how to deal with another. Just as the physical universe is a relentlessly continual repetition of the small to construct the large, ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny, microcosm resemble macrocosms, and fractal numbers contain little copies of themselves buried deep within their more massive “parent,” and seemingly overwhelming troubles have their solutions buried and hidden within themselves.

Still, I suppose you have to be trained to see that. I stand, these days, you see, in jaw dropped astonishment at our state as a society and nation. Like the guy (me, for instance) standing before the bathroom medicine cabinet unable to find the bottle literally inches from his nose, our country blunders about, a blind man groping around in a totally darkened room, looking for a black hat – a black hat that isn’t there.

Of course, as I’ve also said here again and again, I find it all but impossible to believe anyone is as stupid as our federal government officials appear to be. In fact, my intensive study and experiences with the Internal Revenue Service, their eminence gris, the military industrial complex corporations, and with the federal government in general make it impossible for me to believe anything except that everything happening to our society and nation today was planned long ago. More, there is massive evidence supporting my conclusion.

But let us pretend for our purposes here that our deplorable state is indeed something due the vicissitudes that have long ruled human affairs. Life, it has been said, is nothing more than a game played by the individual against the rest of his kind, and against the chaotic and unpredictable events of life and history. Children growing to adulthood are given to understand on the one hand that something called luck determines everything or on the other hand that man is the captain of his fate, the decider.

Luck may be altered by god alone, doctrine says, and for that to happen, the individual must seek favor with the almighty. There have always people who know how to do that, of course. The logos and method of these people has come to be called “religion.”

The second idea has to do with a quasi-religion, an ideology called capitalism. Originally the cause and result of emperors, kings, and despot in general – it is, after all, the economic form of survival of the fittest - capitalism has always been especially popular among the rich and successful. It gives them a kind of speciously justifiable nobility and ascendancy over their fellows, because it states boldly – and vaingloriously - that the reason they are members of the new nobility is their skill and talent.

Certain of their right to whatever they can take, they do: and homo sapiens – “thinking man” – has come full circle, back to the divine right of kings, and our current form of presidential monarchy.

With the late twentieth century, however, the two religions came under the merciless assault of thought. As I said in my last “blog,” thought is no respecter of established institutions, and comfortable opinions. Neither does it cower before privilege or authority, however derived, and it is indifferent toward the pretenses of man’s society and its governments. In fact, thought is lawless and anarchic, the very stuff rebellion is made of. It is the arch-enemy of religion, which is in turn the grand supporter of both the divine right of kings and the divine right of the nobility by wealth.

During the 1970s and '80s, moreover, scientists began to recognize and study a new paradigm of reality called "chaos.” Whereas the old mathematics could do nothing to explain luck and the apparent favor of god for some, the new mathematics could. Of academic and scientific gravitas equal to that of Relativity and Quantum Mechanics, chaos mathematics was born out of the mixing of existing sciences like weather prediction, fractal geometry, catastrophe theory, and computer cybernetics. The latter, described by someone as the "the art of ensuring the efficacy of action," brought realization that with computer development one could effectively examine the heretofore incomprehensible depths of fractals, together with such things as “strange attractors,” fluid turbulence, evolutionary biology, mind-brain studies, and the otherwise incomprehensible like.

Unlike Relativity, which deals with the macrocosm of space, and Quantum Physics, which has to do with the microcosm that is sub-atomic particles, chaos science deals with the somewhere-in-between where we human beings experience life – the game played by the individual against those “vicissitudes,” fate, and the rest. Order began to be sorted out of chaos, in other words.

Exactly on that account, useful mind experiments and pencil-and-paper stuff calculations could be done without the prohibitive expense of space-age technology, celestial observatories, space-born telescopes, atom smashers, or the like. With only pure mind experiments, logic, and math, conclusive and incontrovertible results could be and were obtained. In short, man swiftly began understanding matters long attributed to god and left to divine understanding.

But as some of us would expect, not everybody was as happy as my friends; in fact, few were. Guess who. Among the religious, any understanding of the creator and his favor upon men extraneous to the Bible was anathema, something to be despised and ridiculed. The new theoretical paradigms even cast doubt upon never before doubted dogma like the direction of time. Mathematically, final conditions were seen to be just as good as initial ones for explaining the evolution of systems like those of nature – including the vicissitudes of life.

Just as a creator who didn’t have to be at the beginning of time might not be the “everybody knows” god anymore, so might the fat cat in the White House have been favored by someone other the god of inexplicable vicissitudes. All of the wondrous pronouncements of religion in its worshipping form and that in its economic form now became matters of “if this were so,” rather than “since this is so.”

And as we might further expect, the world’s new nobility – those elevated over their fellows by dint of their wondrous ability, talent, and intellect – were less than thrilled, too. Not many of the wealthy explain with eagerness that they have inherited their money and power, that they acquired it due the fact of their having been supported by wealth and power, or won it in a lottery. Uh-uh – they “earned” it.

Neither, actually, was there even unanimity in the scientific community concerning the theory of chaos, where one group of adherents insisted upon placing emphasis on chaos itself, while the other did the same upon the order of things. While the argument raged, however, there were a few folks who recognized more mundane corollaries and parallels, with the result that among them classical religion and the economic theory justification for capitalism’s Horatio Alger myths took a beating.

It happened that when I first heard of and began studying chaos, I was engaged in a war with the federal government and its goons, the IRS. I was also coaching at the National Judo Institute, were the games of sport and game theory were often discussed daily. How to win a judo contest seemed obviously a question similar to that concerning how to win the game of life. The game of individual against individual, as Samurai Sword Saint Miyamoto Musashi famously pointed out, requires the same fundamental tactics as nation against nation.

And there was, I realized, a yet another corollary - that of individual against nation. The war against a nation I was in immediately took on new dimensions. The greatest of force multipliers in any game – fight, in this case - is intellect. How, though, to defeat or reach stalemate in a fight with many minds? With the brainpower - cyber-memory – of the opponent many tens of thousands of mine, how could victory or stalemate be possible?

With the history of my fight with government already published, and having spoken on my website www.judoknighterrant.com often of it, I won’t repeat here my study or mental deliberations. Suffice it to say that I succeeded. It is what I learned that is important here. Members of the United States National Judo Team, its head coach, and others will attest to the fact, for instance, of my having found my way repeatedly to places I had never before been to, and had no ostensible way to find. Others who have received judo or shooting instruction from me, or competed with me will likewise relate having been anticipated when such was ostensibly not possible.

There’s a reason for that, and key therein was realization that the human mind – one, several, or a nation – does not decide or act by conscious and knowing volition as it believes it does. In fact, the theory of a Nobel Prize winning economist Kenneth Arrow, demonstrates that what man believes is his ratiocination is impossible. While Arrow’s Theorem demonstrates incontrovertibly that there is no process (“algorithm”) by which a social opinion of one or a few of its members can become the choice of the society (democratic process, in other words, is a fraudulent myth), the same is true of the society of many sublevels of consciousness. There is no way for the product – thought – of any one level or a few to become the opinion - or decision - of the individual.

So how, then, I wondered, do we think or reason?

Curious, and spurred by the exigencies of coaching and my war with the vicious government, I resorted first to a practice begun long since, that of self-hypnosis. Deep in my own sub-consciousnesses, I did experiments with things like cataloguing, understanding, and anticipating the myriad of actions – grips, hand and foot movements, attacks and defenses - a judo opponent (or opponent of any kind, for that matter) – could make. What was true of a multiplicity of physical actions like judo attacks and defenses was also true of a multiplicity of mind planning, organizing, and carrying actions aimed at my destruction.

A couple of years before high-tech experiments had shown that the mind of a human beings reaches a decision to act before he is aware of his having decided, I had come to the same conclusion and begun experimenting with it. My own interests, of course, were different than people like Benjamin Libet and others, in that I was initially interested in knowing what the minimum stimulus necessary to trigger response to conscious awareness might be. Thinking so, I came swiftly to the conclusion that only the mind itself was fast enough, because function of all the circuitry involved in visual, tactile, and the other senses was prohibitively too slow. When I had recalled the experience of having realized one night while flying at a thousand miles an hour that everything I was seeing, hearing and feeling were three hundred feet behind the airplane, I knew something of the relativity I would have to understand and use in my deliberations

In a relatively (no pun intended) short time, I became aware of knowing things I wasn’t aware I knew. Quickly, I learned to think without being aware or conscious of thinking. One night, escorting a lady named Kathryn (who, I’m sure, will attest to what occurred), I found a residence destination twenty-odd miles from where we started, a destination whose location neither of us had any way of knowing (Kat had left directions in her purse at home). I would repeat the “feat” later with NJI Coach Phil Porter in attendance, and - still later - with a busload of NJI judoists.

Finally, I would begin sensing attacks by IRS goons days in advance of their occurrence, several times evading certain injury or death in the process. Having worn a sidearm, often illegally (gun laws about the nation are a convolute and incomprehensible chaos world with which only my newly attained awareness could cope) for many years, I evaded one entrapment attempt after another by law enforcement officers egged on by IRS and FBI-falsified police records. Only when I ignored my “sixth sense” did I come to grief, and that just once.

As Bill Cosby once said in one of his monologues, I told you all that so I could tell you this. There is a catastrophe coming for the United States. This is not something any ardent student of history and economics should be unaware of, and I am, myself, aware on that account.

I should probably add here before going on that among my friends I have been known for my skeptical nature, and for having all my life debunked stories of extrasensory perception, psychic powers like telekinesis and telepathy, and the like. I not only don’t believe in that sort of thing, I don’t believe prayer influences god (that’s impossible, for if he is truly just, he must be totally indifferent – there’s no other logical possibility). What I speak of here is learned, a skill derived from natural, if not normal, human capability.

But for years, also a fact persons who know me will tell you, my sixth sense – be reminded that it’s much more than that, and that I only use the term metaphorically here – has awakened me from deep sleep between two-thirty and three o’clock in the morning. A few nights ago, after years (since 9-11, the government seems to have found better things to do than harass me) of absence, I was awakened by that strange awareness. The feeling is like that I always had while waiting “on deck” at a shiai (tournament) before a judo fight.

Heart racing, then slowing swiftly to near resting level as always before fighting, I can hear as never before, and see instantly without time to adjust to the room’s near pitch-black darkness. I am ready to ready to fight, even an opponent intending to destroy me. This time, though, there was more. In the movie, Star Wars, Obiwan Kenobi tells Luke Skywalker and Han Solo of his sudden awareness of the destruction of the planet Alderaan. “It was as though a million voices suddenly cried out.”

That’s what I felt, and it’s still there every time I relax and listen for it. We’re in real trouble, cataclysmic in proportion. I’ll be fine. You, however, won’t. You won’t because you always know better. Too bad.