An article by Slava Gusev.
If you ask me where the development of modern civilisation is heading, I will answer as politely as I can: back, into the female genital organ. To where everyone came from. Sounds strange? Let me try to explain my view of human evolution. When a human being is conceived, they are in a very peculiar state: they have everything, but they can do nothing on their own. Someone external does everything for them. In this case, Mum.
Can a person develop in such a state? Of course not. There is no need whatever for their development. Everything flows into their organism anyway. What happens to the consciousness of a child in its mother’s tummy? Nobody knows for certain. Officially it is held that the cerebral cortex switches on fully about two weeks after birth. Before that there is no need for it to switch on fully. Consciousness does not develop. In my picture of the world, human life is devoted to the forced movement of human consciousness from the maternal aspect: “everything is there and I can do nothing”, to the paternal one: “nothing is there and I can do everything”. From the state of consciousness of a creature to the state of consciousness of a creator. From non-being to being. From ignorance to knowing. From helplessness to power. As I see it, this astonishing possibility is granted to every human being. But there is something very sweet about that memory – when I can do nothing and everything is there. Stanislav Grof called this state the first perinatal matrix of consciousness. A quasi-paradise! As I see it, practically all the development of technogenic civilisation is devoted to one fundamental task: to recreate the state of the first perinatal matrix – when someone external does everything for the human being. Where such development leads is obvious – just look at the old people of the civilised world. They are the ones who reflect the future of this direction of development. Can a person who cannot exist without tubes attached to them to keep them alive be considered alive? They are half human, half machine. In this world there are millions of people who cannot exist without taking various so-called medicines. What difference does it make what the tube that stretches to the machine looks like – a rubber hose, or a chemical compound that must be taken at regular intervals – otherwise the effect will be the same as if the hose were unplugged. The medicine of the civilised world tries to treat the human organism the way a mum treats a child – certain substances simply flow from her into the child’s blood, regulating things for it. Cheap and cheerful. Sometimes not so cheap – but still cheerful. Where will the development of such medicine lead? The direction is obvious. The body will simply be replaced. Made out of something. What interests me in such cases is: how does such medicine plan to deal with the soul? Can a person whose brain lives while the soul left this world long ago be considered alive? What mad medicine takes for diseases that it tries to fight is in fact simply the paternal aspect of the Universe. However strange my words may sound – in essence such medicine is fighting against the Creator. It is not for nothing that the Pope called on believers not to take medicines.
“He who tries to hinder the Creator’s work by grabbing his axe risks being left without fingers” – said Lao Tzu many thousands of years ago.
All the other social institutions of the civilised world behave in the same way as medicine: they know better than the person which knowledge they need to receive, which taxes to pay. Does Mum know best?
Someone has already neatly observed that the main task of scientific and technological progress is to replace the human being. The more powerful and highly developed a System humankind creates, the more it begins to suffer from its influence. It is cramped in the tummy. You want something of your own: your own thoughts, choices, actions. At least your own lawful, unregulated cold. A storm in a teacup.It feels strange to say this, but in my picture of the world: civilised humankind spends incredible, colossal efforts to reproduce the situation of the first perinatal matrix: everything is there and I can do nothing. The state in Mum’s tummy. And yet none of those who make these efforts is interested in how the souls of these very people feel about it. Why listen to the soul? God forbid you should start to live…There is another path of development for civilisation – the development of human consciousness. Saying goodbye to the maternal aspect – moving towards the paternal. This is a much harder path – because on such a path everyone has to make their own efforts. You can’t ask anyone else. It is like learning to walk. Someone’s support is possible, but you will have to move your own legs. Big Mum is always ready to give her love and strength for such a movement.
I am amazed when people perceive the paternal aspect of the Universe as punishing. With such a view of things you can begin to fear your own actions, thoughts, efforts. “Mum – take me back, I’m very afraid of Dad!” But the paternal aspect is exactly what demands your own thoughts, actions, efforts. Often, when I sign my book, I write: “Any problems, illnesses included, are simply folded wings. May yours always be spread wide!”
Those civilisations on this planet that took such a path of development have completely different old people. Strong, wise, knowing. At one time I travelled all the way to Peru because I discovered that I badly lacked someone older and wiser than me. There are many elders around – but they are all quietly degrading, as is the custom in our mum-making culture. Turning into babies. Returning to the first perinatal matrix. Their advice leads to the same place. Back into Mum’s tummy.
An acquaintance of mine told me that she saw poor old men in India, sitting on the bank of the Ganges. She was horrified by the sight. One of the old men sensed her state. He came up to her and embraced her. Suddenly this woman felt that this man had a great deal of health, wisdom and calm. While she, much younger, had a great deal of illness, confusion and fear. That she should not worry about this old man. She should think about what kind of old age she herself is heading for.
That is perhaps the whole story. I have already written about it – that the maternal aspect seems simple and easy and the paternal one hard. Forgive me for repeating myself now. People, when they meet the paternal aspect in their lives, often perceive it as punishment. Any challenge is not a punishment, it is a moment of choice that a person has to make. Does he want to develop his consciousness or to let it degrade?
Pura Vida. With all my love. Vyacheslav Gusev. IDI
Related links:Two Kinds of Medicine Our Peru
A related film: Beautiful Green.
Illustration, a frame from the film: “The Matrix”
PS I really want to add this link: The Chicken Matrix
