At a closed meeting about African telecoms investment held here in London a few years ago, I learned about goat herders using pre-paid mobile phone credit as a form of money.
It was a three day walk from one country into another to reach the market, and currency oscillations often meant the herders could lose money by the time they reached it as either the goats would have gained in price in the local money or their own currency would have depreciated so that taking supplies home became cost prohibitive.
WELCOME TO THE DESERT OF THE UNREAL!
Welcome to my new podcast/free-thought sort of radio show. This is the pilot episode and if it turns out that there may be life forms out there listening and enjoying my thought processes and verbal antidotes, I may actually consider keeping it going and expand my horizons. (whatever that means)
The wrath of The Gods is like great waters that is dammed for the present; they increase more and more, and rise higher and higher, ’till an outlet is given; and the longer the stream is stopped, the more rapid and mighty is its course, when once it is let loose. It is true, that scales of judgment against your degenerate deeds and ignorance has not been executed hitherto; the floods of the Gods’ vengeance have been withheld, but your corruption and degeneracy in the mean time is constantly increasing, and you are every day treasuring up more wrath. The waters are constantly rising, and waxing more and more mighty, and there is nothing, but the mere pleasure of The Gods, that holds the waters back, that are unwilling to be stopped, and press hard to go forward. If The Gods should only withdraw their hands from the flood-gate, it would immediately fly open, and the fiery floods of the fierceness and the wrath of The Gods, would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and would come upon them with omnipotent power; and if their strength were ten thousand times greater than it is, yea, ten thousand times greater than the strength of the stoutest, sturdiest and vile Demons in deepest abysses of the earth, it would be nothing to withstand or endure it.
Apart from technology, not much has changed in the last three thousand years in terms of how our minds are cultivated for social and political control purposes. Our consciousness – both collective and personal – is still being invaded via the art of extraneous “agents” and “ghosts” corralling our psyche into cultural, political and social enclosures. These methods and practices of our psychological enslavement have not changed since the time when our hysterical ancestors were spellbound by the parade of “idols” under the glow of blazing torches on their way to the Ishtar Gate in ancient Babylonia. Today, the same screams of ecstasy are delivered towards the parades of Hollywood “stars” walking along the red carpet to the Oscars – under the glow of the spotlight. Nothing has changed. Nothing at all.
— Thomas Sheridan (The Anvil of The Psyche, 2012)
Irish Fairies by W. B. Yeats (1890)
When I tell people that the Irish peasantry still believe in fairies, I am often doubted. They think that I am merely trying to weave a forlorn piece of gilt thread into the dull grey worsted of this century. They do not imagine it possible that our highly thought of philosophies so soon grow silent outside the walls of the lecture room, or that any kind of ghost or goblin can live within the range of our daily papers. If the papers and the lectures have not done it, they think, surely at any rate the steam-whistle has scared the whole tribe out of the world. They are quite wrong. The ghosts and goblins do still live and rule in the imaginations of the innumerable Irish men and women, and not merely in remote places, but close even to big cities.