Monday, 8 January 2018


Jung man, there's no need to feel down

He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru.

Nick Cave, Red Right Hand

Weblogs began as a locus of interests. One of the first I can remember reading was written by a fanatical fan of rockabilly. I had heard some rockabilly – and I don’t just mean The Stray Cats – that I loved, and I stumbled onto this guy’s site some twenty years ago. It basically stated, if you love this, you’ll love this. And then there was this great list of wild bands.

To a great extent, this function still operates. Blogs, websites and dissident features have put me on to so many further blogs, websites and dissident features – and, most importantly, books – that one feels like Theseus following Ariadne’s thread out of the minotaur’s labyrinth. As the alchemists were fond of saying, Liber librum aperit; One book opens another.

This movement, this system of autodidactic referral, is the wonder of the internet and, politically speaking, the reason the elites are massing around its city walls. Your rulers don’t want you to know. And they certainly don’t want you reading those who do.

And so it is that I have gathered you here today to talk of Jordan Peterson. Peterson is a clinical psychologist and professor at the University of Toronto. At least, he is at the time of writing. His job is under threat, for the simple reason that he is not obeying orders. Under normal circumstances – or what counts as normal in these troubled times – he would no longer have tenure, as he is guilty of Thoughtcrime. He steadfastly refuses to use the gobblydegook lexicon invented by the transgender crowd, and he told the faculty and the students as much. His dismissal was demanded by the SJW morpions. It was not forthcoming. He was told to resign. He effectively told the student body to fuck off, although the hardest swear-word he ever uses is ‘bloody’, a word adored by Ludwig Wittgenstein, funnily enough. It’s me that has the potty mouth. The reason he is still in post? Peterson has balls.

He also has a searching, enquiring, prehensile intellect. This is a representative, 50-minute piece which I would urge you to watch. 

As the piece explains, Peterson is a Jungian. What that means is that he believes that our actions, personalities, and what Heidegger might call our attitude towards the world in which we find ourselves is pre-determined by ancient archetypes, atavistic matrices which we respond to whether we like it or not. Now, usually I would run a country mile from any form of determinism, but Peterson is also a Kantian in that his notion of predetermination still leaves plenty of room for free will.

Peterson is a genuine classical thinker, and that, of course, runs against everything that the modern elites, and their provisional SJW goons, would like to contemplate. Their proffered reason, of course, is that classical thought is just too white. But, much as they would like to believe that, this excuse masks another reason why philosophy in general is dropping out of favour on the modern campus. The reason is that philosophy is very difficult to understand, and you can’t really indulge in it if you are a stupid person. And stupid people are the goal of the modern academic mill.

The West will die, says Peterson, without the rebirth of the logos. Now, logos is not an easy concept. The Septuagint, I believe – that is the original Greek translation of the Bible - has as its first Old Testament line, In the beginning was the logos. Obviously, I am mangling and mixing and matching translations here, but logos is something like a fundamental, a foundation or keystone to what it is possible to think and comprehend. It occurs and reoccurs in Plato, that most profound of thinkers.

I am not sure whether Peterson is a religious or post-religious thinker. He certainly gives courses on the Bible. Again, any mention of the Bible will trigger the SJW crowd, although they will not have read either that book or the Koran. They will only refer to those two books if the latter is criticised, and will respond that the former is just the same. I cut off, entirely, an ex-girlfriend who was on the verge of becoming a friend – not that that means much to me - who made just that point. I am afraid I am a hard way to go now. I can be your friend for ten years but, if you spout horse-shit, the first time is the last time.

It is a well-known fact that we read or watch those things and people which shore up our core beliefs, and that we wish to have our beliefs validated and will not stray out of what is referred to as our comfort zones. With this in mind, what Peterson has to say resonates with me for a particular reason. I have long been a believer in self-auditing. Here, we will make a brief digression.

Professionally, several years ago, I spent time with members of The Church of Scientology. Now, this is not the place to discuss that strangest of cults, but I will say this. They have one aspect of their teaching that is absolutely valid. It is, admittedly, something that they require you to pay for – Scientology exists partly to make money, like any other business – but if you are intelligent, you can simply adapt it for your own ends.

Scientology revolves around the personal audit. As mentioned, this is not something you are encouraged to do for yourself, and you are required to have an auditor. And they don’t come cheap. But, as a part of my professional relationship with the Scientologists, I visited their headquarters in East Grinstead. I went through an audit, and I have to be honest and say that it is mostly hokey nonsense. You are wired up to something called an E-Meter. The Scinos – as we called them, among other things – claimed to believe that they could read your thoughts with this device. Jesus Christ. I mean, they are wacko, but I suspect that even they didn’t believe this shit. The E-Meter simply measures low voltage, and changes in low voltage. All it really tells you is how much you are sweating. But they think – or claim to think, and this is important – that it will tell you the state of your personality.

Crackpot stuff in the hands of the Scinos, but the idea of the personal audit is a valid one, and Peterson thematises the necessity of standing in front of oneself and addressing what one sees there. This can be frightening as well as enlightening, and Peterson talks about the incorporation of the Jungian shadow self, both in terms of its desirability and its attendant dangers and discomforts.

It is not easy to be honest with yourself about exactly who and what you are. I have done it for years, and what I have seen is often not pretty. But most people want pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty. And they won’t take anything less. If you recall Socrates’ visit to the Delphic oracle, you will remember that there were two suggestions on the wall, not just one. The first is familiar to all of us;

Know thyself.

The second is perhaps less well known;

Everything in moderation.

I always saw those two sentences as one. Know who you are, but don’t go too far in. If you do, all bets are off.

Peterson deals precisely with self-knowledge, and is an expert on abnormal psychology. He is impassioned, and this is one of his greatest assets. Don’t misunderstand me. Sports commentators are impassioned.  He just believes what he is saying, whereas most modern academics are just trying to cling to their jobs, even if it means saying that we should use gender-neutral pronouns and other ridiculous, reality-denying vocabularies.
Peterson is also something of an activist. If you are not familiar with the Lindsay Shepherd/Laurier University affair, that will give you some background as to Peterson’s involvement in the ongoing campus battle for free expression, a battle which proponents of free speech are losing heavily. Shepherd showed a class a video of Peterson discussing gender-neutral pronouns. Her aim was to generate debate. What happened was that she was hauled in to a very nasty disciplinary meeting indeed, which she recorded, and which led to the scandal in which Peterson immersed himself. The recording is here.

Listen to the way that she is traduced and threatened by the inquisitorial professors on the recording  and it will give you the full flavor of exactly what is happening in the US academic world. Quite apart from the fact that these two self-righteous bastards made this young woman cry, Hitler is mentioned, as you would expect, and rather hilariously, Peterson is compared, in the same sentence, to both the f├╝hrer and Milo Yiannopoulis.
I feel it is important, as a dissident, to use the internet as an autodidactic educational tool, the very thing the elites do not want you to do. You should, you must, always do what the elites do not want you to do, and think what they do not wish you to think. Peterson is an exemplar, and well worth your time.

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