Foreign Correspondence

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Max has a mystic attack-LOL! Here it comes, duck your head:)

i have respect for Carl Jung's hypothesis of there being a collective unconscious, an unconscious state that can sustain the embeddings of archetypes and such as old primal dark un resolved wars that can remain and be a driving force in history.
As i read this massive arming of Israel from the Christian West and read into the deeply embedded essence in the collective unconcious by eons of religious indoctrination , that points to an armageddon; i feel we have at work that darkness of Israel being the center point of this event in history, we have many jews and many christians, who live in the darkness of this imprisoning collective unconsciouness ( read HERD behavior) like robots gravitating to insanity's unleashing.
Reason is failing in the main because people that think they are reasonable are actually but slaves in this extremely dark area of the collective unconscious.

In short i sense an underlying savagery of religious war fueling the multitude of those of unfree minds.
People can yap all they want about reasons for this building hatred to Iran, and Islam in general but in the end this is a confrontation generating from the beast inside the populace, dark, savage bigotry inside seemingly rational people.
One can not in any way not factor the Blair and Bush are both relogious fanatics that PRETEND to tolerance.
The loyalty to Israel being to fulfill that prophecy of Armageddon.
That this psychosis is in the collective unconscious.

The Al Queda attack on 9/11 was simply the catalyst to set all this insanity locked in the collective unconscious loose.
We have arrived at Yeats and his

<<The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.



Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?>>