These
rights must be counterbalanced by certain responsibilities. The
liberal accepting them must guarantee these rights to all others
at all times, regardless of his personal feelings or interests.
He must work to establish and protect them, live in a manner commensurate
with them and be prepared to defend them with his life. He must
refuse allegiance to any state or organization which denies these
rights and he should aid and encourage all who, without qualification
or equivocation, endorse them. He must refuse to compromise these
principles on any issue or for any reason. Nothing short of such
a commitment will assure the survival of liberty, or democracy of
society itself. Liberalism is not only a code for individuals and
their state, it is the only possible basis for a future international
civilization. However, these principles will be only rhetoric unless
they are revered and protected by those to whom they apply. They
must be interpreted and applied with understanding and sympathy,
with humor and tolerance. Pretentiousness, sentimentality or hysterics
are not needed in their application or their defense. Insufferable
demagogues of "high principle" are sufficiently numerous
as it is.
It must
also be understood that we cannot force man's rights upon him. Man
has a right to be a slave if he so desires. If he does not assert
and defend his rights he deserves slavery. The person who is tyrannized
by his family, his peers, by public opinion or slave morality, providing
he is free to leave their influence or to challenge it, is worthy
of his condition. His protestations are those of the hypocrite.
Freedom,
like charity, begins at home. No man is worthy to fight in the cause
of freedom unless he has conquered his internal drives. He must
learn to control and discipline the disastrous passions that would
lead him to folly and ruin. He must conquer inordinate vanity and
anger, self deception, fear and inhibition. These are the crude
ores of his being.
He must
smelt these ores in the fire of life; forge his own sword, temper
it and sharpen it against the hard abrasive of experience. Only
then is he fit to bear arms in the larger battle. There is no substitute
for courage and the victory is to the high hearted. He will have
nothing to do with asceticism or the excesses of weakness. Self
expression will be his watchword, a self expression tempered keen
and strong. First he must know how to rule himself. Only then can
he cope with the economic pressures which are employed by institutions
and corporations or the political pressures employed by demagogues.
He may
then find himself in a difficult predicament. If he calls himself
a liberal, he discovers that he is supposedly committed to a policy
of accommodation with the Russian Government. If he opposes a pro-Soviet
policy he is welcome to the camp of the Catholic Church and the
Manufacturer's Association. If he eschews both camps, he is condemned
for lack of principle. If he should support the rights of the workingman
or minority and racial groups, he is a Red. If at the same time
he believes in Constitutional Government and individual rights,
he is also a Fascist.
Many
liberals are familiar with this situation but few seem to have deduced
the conclusion. The difficulty lies in the confusion of the rights
of the individual in relation to the responsibilities of the state.
It is a sad comment on our mentality that the social reformer subscribes
to total regimentation while the alleged individualist propagandizes
for total irresponsibility. The rights of the individual can be
clearly defined. His responsibilities vis-a-vis the responsibilities
of the state can be clearly defined. The individual's rights end
where the next man's begin. It is the function of the state to ensure
equal rights to all. But, in the absence of a social devotion to
the true principles of liberalism, positivists have usurped its
name and even its phrases in order to propagandize for their various
totalitarianisms. This process has been aided by that faction of
pseudo-liberalism which believes that all opinion contrary to its
own must be suppressed.
As I
write, allegedly liberal groups are agitating for the denial of
public forums to those they call fascist. Americanism societies
are striving for the suppression of communist or "red"
literature and speech. Religious groups, backed by a publicity conscious
press, are constantly campaigning for the prohibition of art and
literature which, as if by divine prerogative, they term "indecent",
immoral or dangerous.
It would
seem that all these organizations are devoted to one common purpose,
the suppression of freedom. Their sincerity is no excuse. History
is a bloody testament that sincerity can achieve atrocities which
cynicism could hardly conceive of. Each of these groups is engaged
in a frantic struggle to sell out, betray or destroy the freedom
which was their birthright and which alone assured their present
existence.
Freedom
is a two-edged sword. He who believes that the absolute rightness
of his belief is an authority to suppress the rights and opinions
of his fellows cannot be a liberal. Liberalism cannot exist where
it violates its own principles. It cannot exist where the emergency
monger or the utopia salesman can obtain a suspension of rights,
whether temporary or permanent. Liberty cannot be suppressed in
order to defend liberalism.
If we
are to achieve a democracy, the rights of individuals and the responsibilities
of states must be openly defined and ardently defended. It is inconceivable
that men who fought and died in a war against totalitarianism did
not know what they fought for. It seems a fantastic joke that the
institutions they believed in and defended have turned, like a nightmare,
into home-grown tyrannies. A generation went down in blood and agony
to make the world "safe" but the evil that makes the world
"unsafe" still goes undefeated, plotting new sacrifices
of misery and blood. The guilt lies not entirely with the warmongers,
plutocrats and demagogues. If a people permit exploitation and regimentation
in any name, they deserve their slavery. A tyrant does not make
his tyranny. It is made possible by his people and not otherwise.
Much
of our modern thought is characterized by pretenses and evasions,
by appeals to ultimate authorities which are non- liberal, superstitious
and reactionary. Often we are not aware of these thought processes.
We accept ideas, authorities, catch- phrases and conditions without
troubling to think or investigate and yet these things may conceal
terrible traps. We accept them as right because they have a surface-level
agreement with the things in which we believe. We welcome the man
who is for liberalism, against communism, without troubling to inquire
what else he is for or against. In our blindness we leave ourselves
open to exploitation, regimentation and war.
Tumultuous
developments in science and society demand a new clarity of thought,
a reexamination and a restatement of principles. It is not sufficient
that a principle is sacred because it is time-worn. It must be examined,
tried and tested in the crucible of our present needs.
In our
law, in our social and international relations, we are guilty of
a myriad of barbarisms and superstitions. These injustices continue
and proliferate because we have become used to them. We have lost
our freedom through tolerance and inertia.
The principle
we have developed herein is simple: the liberty of the individual
is the foundation of civilization. No true civilization is possible
without this liberty and no state, national or international, is
stable in its absence. The proper relation between individual liberty
on the one hand and social responsibility on the other is the balance
which will assure a stable society. The only other road to social
equilibrium demands the total annihilation of individuality. There
is not further evasion of nature's immemorial ultimatum: change
or perish but the choice of change is ours.
Chapter Two
Of all the strange and terrible powers among which we move unknowingly,
sex is the most potent. Conceived in the orgasm of birth, we burst
forth in agony and ecstasy from the Center of Creation. Time and
again we return to that fountain, lose ourselves in the fires of
being, unite for a moment with the eternal force and return renewed
and refreshed as from a miraculous sacrament. Then, at the last,
our life closes in the orgasm of death.
Sex, typified as love, is at the heart of every mystery, at the
center of every secret. It is this splendid and subtle serpent that
wines about the cross and coils in the bloom of the mystic rose.
The sexual
perversion of Christianity becomes obvious when it is realized that
"The Holy Ghost" (The Sophia) is feminine. The very Tetragrammaton,
Yod He Vau He, means: Father-Mother-Son- Daughter and asserts the
splendor of the biological order. How could life proceed from a
strictly masculine creation? What miracle could possibly be superior
to the miracle of copulation, conception and gestation? In the corrupt
and demonic Jehova, the priesthood blasphemed nature in order to
perpetuate a tyrannical and superstitious patriarchy. Woman was
insulted and affronted with the calumny of immaculate conception
-- then, by this mystery mongering, a premium was placed on moral
and spiritual sterility. This sublimation of the sex-urge has been
the basis of the power of the church and is the source of much of
the psychosis rampant in the modern world.
It has
been asserted that the church has been a champion of progress and
freedom; nothing could be more fallacious. Organized Christianity
has been inevitably allied with tyranny, reaction and persecution.
No organized dogma can contribute to progress except by occasional
accident. The church's main contribution has been to unintentionally
foment revolt against its bigotry. It could hardly be otherwise
with an organization founded on a double fallacy: the sin of sex
and the infallibility of man. No religion can hope to benefit humanity
while it preaches love and reviles the root of love. Anyone hoping
to understand and cope with human relations must understand both
the importance and over-emphasis of sex in society.
Sexual
concepts and symbolism underlie all the world's religions. As I
mentioned above, sublimated sex has been the source of power for
the Christian church. Sex and sex neurosis are fundamental factors
in the attitude of modern men. These three facts give sex a place
of prime importance in our liberal examination of society.
Our sex
attitudes are largely characterized by pretense. The majority of
people under fifty today have, at one time or another, engaged in
what is termed illicit intercourse -- and yet we pretend, publicly,
that we have not done so. Some of us go so far as to state that
we don't do it, never would do it and disapprove of the criminal
types who do. Policemen arrest and judges convict persons discovered
in a pursuit which they themselves indulge in. The enjoyment of
a natural urge is defined as a crime. Young persons thus enjoying
the urge in the wonder of the beginning are burdened with a sense
of guilt and shame. They are classed with common criminals -- why?
The shameful
answer is that back in the Middle Ages, under conditions of squalor,
ignorance, superstition and oppression, the sex taboo became a prime
instrument of power in the arsenal of a band of brigands known as
the Christian church. This is the reason that young people in love
are classified as criminals. Venereal disease thrives and abortionists
prosper as an inevitable result. The superstition which fostered
this shameful condition is no longer absolutely dominant but the
institution that promoted the belief that the human body was obscene,
that love was indecent and that woman was forever made foul by original
sin remains to mold our thoughts and shape our laws. It is most
significant that the spiritual and physical inheritors of that church,
both catholic and protestant, vigorously and effectively oppose
birth control, venereal disease education, divorce law reform; i.e.,
anything which would limit the power of their weapon.
If the
Christians enforced these taboos only among their believers they
would be within their rights. Man has the right to any personal
stupidity however monstrous it may seem but this is not their principal
concern. They seek to impose this nonsense on everybody, by every
method of legislative, moral and economic intimidation at their
command. The success of their efforts can be judged by the reflection
of such attitudes in the press, the radio, the motion picture industry
and our legal statutes. True to fascist form, the censor utilizes
his moral victory to impose political and social censorship in all
fields. Bigots and demagogues invoke the divine right of religion
and of morality in order to gain extraordinary power. Freedom of
religion and of he press should not afford a justification for giant
propaganda campaigns to suppress freedom! We must not only have
freedom of religion, we must have freedom from religion.
The concept
that sex in art, literature and life is subject to criminal law
is based entirely on this superstitious sexual taboo. The censorial
power of the church, the state and established press is founded
solely on this one assumption: that the taboo of a particular religion
should have universal legal sanction. This sanction, once established,
is then subtly extended to imply that all the other dogmas of that
religion are now the "unwritten law" of the land. Such
a religion, always respectable and conservative, forms alliances
with fascist and capitalist cliques, thus gaining a privileged position
from which to persecute liberalism in all its forms. Superstition,
taboo, reaction and fascism augment one another most effectively.
The fact that one type of totalitarianism persecutes another --
or appears to do so -- is hardly a palliative.
Modern
man must recognize the source and nature of his sexual taboos and
discredit them in the light of truth. Only thus can he achieve sanity
in sex and a healthy outlook on life in general.
In our
society early marriages are often prevented by economic considerations,
therefore pre-marital sexual relations are natural and often desirable.
Contraceptive techniques, available to any intelligent young person
from a druggist or doctor, can minimize the problem of venereal
disease and unwanted pregnancies. The development of sexual technique,
the determination of the qualifications of one's partner and the
gratification of the youthful urge to experiment all assure a far
more lasting and stable marriage than one begun in ignorance and
prudery. In marriage itself the social contract is biding. Property
acquired by the joint efforts of husband and wife belong to both
jointly. Where any two persons have pledged their love together,
no outsider has the right to interfere. Either party is justified
in resisting such interference by force if necessary. But neither
party, whether the relation be in or out of wedlock, has any right
or jurisdiction over the love, affection or the sexual favors of
another for longer than that person desires.
Where
children are concerned a separation presents a serious problem.
Broken homes are hard on children but a loveless and bitter home
is worse. No state can assure a child the affection of his parents
but it can guarantee his physical welfare and security, thus insuring
him against many of the frustrations of childhood and adolescence
which develop into unstable and maladjusted adult behavior. The
laws against mutually agreeable sex expression must be repealed,
together with the laws prohibiting nudism, birth control and censorship.
We must emphatically deny that love is criminal and that the body
is indecent. We must affirm the beauty, the dignity, and joyousness
and even the humor of sex.
Indeed
there are obscene things in the light and in the darkness; things
that deserve destruction: -- The exploitation of women for poor
wages, the shameful degradation of minorities by the little lice
who call themselves members of a 'superior race' and the deliberate
machinations towards war. Nowhere among these genuine obscenities
is there a place for the love shared by men and women. There are
sins but love is not one of them and yet, of all the things that
have been called sins, love has been the most punished and the most
persecuted. Of all the beauties we know, the springtime of love
is closest to paradise. And as all things pass, so love passes --
too soon. This most exquisite and tender of human emotions, this
little moment of eternity, should be free and unrestrained. It should
not be bought and sold, chained and restricted until lovers, caught
in the maelstrom of economics and laws, are hounded like criminals.
What end is served and who profits by such cruelty? Only priests
and lawyers. Let us adhere to a strict morality where the rights
and happiness of our fellow man is concerned. Let us call our true
sins by their right names and expiate them accordingly -- but let
our lovers go free.
If we
are to achieve civilization and sanity, we must institute an educational
program in love-making, birth control and disease prevention. Above
all we must root out the barbaric and vicious concepts of shamefulness
and indecency in sex, exposing the motives and methods of their
proponents.
Happy
are the parents who, as a result of sexual experimenting, are well
mated, taking joy in each other's passion, seeing beauty in their
nakedness and not fearing to expose their bodies or the bodies of
their children. They would never shame their children for their
natural sexual curiosity.
Jesus
told the "fallen woman", "Go and sin no more"
but I, who am a man, say to you who have given your body for the
need of man's body, who have given your love freely for his spirit's
sake; "Be blessed in the name of man. And if any god deny you
for this, I will deny that god."
The ancients,
being simple and without original sin, saw God in the act of love
and therein they saw a great mystery, a sacrament revealing the
bounty and the beauty of the force that made men and the stars.
Thus they worshipped. Poor ignorant old Pagans! How we have progressed.
What was most sacred to them, we see as a dirty joke. From this
sordid joke we have played on ourselves only Woman Herself can redeem
us. She has been the ignominious butt of the joke, the target of
malice and arrogance and the scapegoat for masculine inferiority
and guilt. She alone can redeem us from our crucifixion and castration.
Only woman, of and by herself, can strike through the foolish frustration
of the advertisers' ideal. She must elevate her strong, free and
splendid image to take her place in the sun as an individual, a
companion and mate fit for, and demanding no less than, true men.
Let there
be an end to inhibition and an end to pretense. Let us discover
what we are and be what we are, honestly and unashamedly. The rabbit
has speed to recompense his fear, the panther strength to assuage
his hunger. There is room for both even though the rabbit would
probably prefer a world of rabbits (dull and overpopulated). All
traits are useful wrath, fear, lust and even laziness -- if they
are balanced by strength and intelligence. If we lie about things
we call our weaknesses and sins, if we say that his is "evil"
and that is "wrong", denying that such faults could be
part of us, they will grow crooked in the dark. But when we have
them out in the open; admitting them, facing them and accepting
them, then we will be ashamed to leave any vestige of them secret
to turn crippled and twisted. Fear can sharpen our wits against
adversity. Anger and strength can be welded into a sword against
tyrants both within and without. Lust can be trained to be the strong
and subtle servant of love and art.
It is
not necessary to deny anything. It is only necessary to know ourselves.
Then we will naturally seek that which is needful to our being.
Our significance does not lie in the extent to which we resemble
others or in the extent to which we differ from them. It lies within
our ability to be ourselves. This may well be the entire object
of life; to discover ourselves, our meaning. This does not come
in a sudden burst of illumination; it is a constant process which
continues so long as we are truly alive. The process cannot continue
unobstructed unless we are free to undergo all experience and willing
to participate in all existence. Then the significant questions
are not "is it right" or "is it good" but rather
"how does it feel" and "what does it mean".
Ultimately these are the only questions that can approach truth
but they cannot be asked in the absence of freedom.
There
was a time when these questions were whispered in the shadow of
the stake. That Christian instrument of conversion is not sanctioned
at present but the will and the malice remain and will continue
until the power of the superstition-mongering tyrants is finally
broken. Meanwhile religious dogmatism continues to support the sexual
jealousies of neurotic parents for their children and neurotic marriage
partners for their mates. It is not because of economic desperation
and greed that crime and war wash over the world in ever-mounting
waves. It is only necessary to look back on the Middle Ages when
St. Vitus' Dance, epidemic flagellation and the Witchcraft Persecutions,
all spawned out of Christian guilt and shame, swept the Western
World. It was the tone set by these fearful events, reinforcing
the divine right of reactionary monarchs, that produced the liberal
revolutions of the 18th century. But the root, the sexual taboo,
was unfortunately not destroyed. It remained to revitalize the power
of religion over the new bourgeoisie.
The frenetic
hatred of Jews and Negroes (symbols of illicit sexual freedom) and
the lust toward the blood-and-fire baths of warfare are the very
aberrations of sexual frustration. They are the nightmares of souls
in a hell of guilty desire, laboring like madmen over their instruments
of destruction in order to destroy the world which has denied them
satisfaction. It is only in the unobstructed exercise of sexual
function, by a generation trained from youth in contraception and
the technique of love, that it will be possible to achieve mature
social relations.
In this
childish folly of sexual possession each man and each woman hates
and fears every other man and woman as the potential despoiler or
some joke by the ever-present specters of jealousy and suspicion.
It is possible that the application of two old axioms; "that
you love one another" and "that you do unto others as
you would have others do unto you" might go a long way in helping
us solve our sexual problems. The application of these maxims in
sexual relations is easy and pleasant. If firmly established the
principles might spread to other areas of human intercourse.
The sexual
revolution will not produce any instantaneous paradise nor will
it be accomplished without tears. The way to racial maturity is
long and painful but it is at least possible to attain the maturity
and richness that comes with full and satisfactory sexual expression
in private life. It may be that other considerations become more
important in one's later years but I would hesitate to say at what
age to set the mark. It does not seem possible to grow old gracefully
unless one has known something of a graceful youth.
Chapter Three
There is no evidence to show that man was created and accoutred
to serve as God's vice-regent upon the earth. There is no reason
to believe that he is naturally good and kind, brave and wise --
or that he ever was. On the contrary, there is much to show that
he was a beast who took a strange turning in the jungle and blundered
rather aimlessly into a mental world in which he was certainly not
at home.
There is much evidence that man is by nature cruel, cowardly, lustful,
avaricious and treacherous. He holds dominion over these terrible
internal enemies and defends against the other predators (his fellow
men) by virtue of his ferocity, his cunning and his indomitable
will. This is his beauty and his significance: that out of the blind
primordial forces of sex and the survival urge, he has forged reason
and science and spun the splendorous web of art and love. If there
is no other reason and no other significance, man himself has on
occasion created reason and significance, standing as the maker
of his gods in a garden made fruitful by his own creative power.
We think
in terms of ourselves relative to the external universe. It cannot
be shown, however, that this external universe is other than an
extension of our own perception. But if we differentiate the internal
from the external, we are still part of and not separate from the
entire process of nature. We are made from the nova by way of the
sun and built from the air, the rock and the sea, animated by the
primordial fire of life. There are filaments in our consciousness
that reach back to the first ancestor and extend to all other men
and all other life with which we share a common creation and a common
destiny.
Here
is the totality that the Greeks called "Pan"; all-devourer,
all-begetter -- life and death, good and evil, pain and pleasure,
unity, duality and multiplicity; all things and beyond all things.
The Soul of Night and the Stars.
If in
our folly and fear we will ascribe moral qualities to the lightning
that strikes, to the star that shines, to the tiger that kills,
then we will not hesitate to assign them also to the woman who gives
and the man who takes. Thus we will define god and found a religion.
And thus we degrade the living universe into a bewhiskered and irascible
character endowed with immortal omnipotence and a hatred for our
enemies, or with those nature lovers who catch cold communing with
"The All" in the park at night, we sink into the platitudinous
sitz baths of various 'religious science' systems on our way to
the catalepsy of middle age.
All nature
partakes of the eternal sacraments of life and death, of ebb and
flow, of creation and destruction and regeneration. These are the
harmonies of eternity that change forever and never change. The
cry of the baby is echoed in the tumult of the nova. Men suns and
seasons pass and return again. The spate of semen is one with the
jet of stars men call The Milky Way.
The mind
that comprehends these immortal processes in love and in worship
is an immortal mind that soars beyond time and death. We are of
one age with Aeschylus and Sophocles and Shakespeare, of one blood
with Moses, Lao Tse and Newton. The body changes and decays while
time cuckolds all shapes of desire and all transient things. But
the shapes of desire, although transient, are the very vehicles
of man's adventure. He cannot attain by denying these steeds but
by strengthening them -- by training and bridling them with love
and creative will until their wings are revealed. Sex and hunger
are the raw stuff of art. Out of his passion, fury and despair the
artist transmutes the shapes of terror and wonder into an eternal
beauty.
All ways
are the right way when will and love are the guides. The grace and
bounty of life are free to all, saint and sinner alike, who desire
them. The voice of the wind, the poignancy of music, the shout of
thunder all cry out to man, daring him to know himself. Sunlight,
sea and stars and the splendour of a naked woman are the signs and
witnesses of a covenant that is forever. We know these things; we
know them with the only certainty that is ever given us. This is
the beautiful-pitiable knowledge of childhood and first youth --
that the world denies and necessity circumvents. This is the knowledge
of the poets, artists and singes who are beloved and outcast by
men and of the mystics whom the world calls mad.
And man,
self-castrated and self-frustrated, flees down the corridors of
nightmare, pursued by monstrous machines, overwhelmed by satanic
powers, haunted by vague guilts and terrors -- all created out of
his own imagination. He escapes into absurdity, drowns his spirit
in pretense, worships brass gods of power and tin gods of success.
Then, shamed by his pretenses and frustrated by his self-denial,
he projects his horror on imagined enemies, seeks release in scapegoats
and false issues, thereby propitiating those bestial gods who have
arisen from the shattered edolons of his spirit with sacrifices
of blood.
Nothing
is of its nature, evil -- and nothing is of its nature, good. Evil
is only excess; good is simply balance. All things are subject to
abuse and likewise susceptible to beneficial use. Balance does not
consist in denial or excess in indulgence. Balance can only be obtained
by exceeding. The elemental forces in man's nature are so tremendous
that they can only be balanced by an ultimate self-expression. To
place limitations and restrictions on this nature is to build a
wall of plaster around a sun. If we clip an eagles' wings or feed
carrots to a lion we will not uplift or improve either species.
The fundamental
purpose of religion is to attain an identity with a power which
we believe to be greater than ourselves, whose omnipotence and immortality
we can share. Having achieved some sense of this identity, we then
feel that we can cope with problems and attain ends with more confidence.
The reliance on religion as well as the reliance on property can
indicate a lack of self-reliance.
We ourselves
create this 'God of Power'. It is from our own individual 'self'
that his power is drawn and this self is greater than any god which
it creates. Therefore to know ourselves is the highest form of wisdom
and to believe in ourselves is the highest form of faith. Science
which seeks to know and art which seeks to interpret are two forms
of love which constitute the only availing way of worship. That
these two greatest expressions of the human spirit should be subservient
to religion, politics, nationalism and war is the ultimate blasphemy.
We are
now in the midst of a tremendous battle of forces contending for
domination over the mind and spirit of man. It is not, unfortunately,
a battle between good and evil, between freedom and tyranny but
rather a struggle of dogma against dogma and authority vs. authority.
The contenders are fascism and communism. Each is a doctrine alien
and hostile to the ideal of freedom. Each says that we must choose
between one or the other and each is, in reality, identical. Each
demands the absolute enslavement of the individual, the abnegation
of the intellect and the subjugation of the will. The authoritarian
is right, absolutely right, so right that every extreme of falsehood,
suppression and tyranny is justified in the accomplishment of his
'divine' ends. Behind his benevolent paternalism lurks the star
chamber and the concentration camp; behind his morality looms the
stake and the inquisition of the "Old Time Religion" so
many profess to long for. All these systems are old; older than
human history. Freedom and democracy are the only new things under
the sun and they offend alike the slaves and the slave masters.
"Come
unto me," goes the old harlot's song. "Come unto me you
weary and heavily laden. Surrender your intolerable burden of freedom
and I will fill your mouths with miracles and your bellies will
be full of food. Come with me and I will confound your enemies and
show you paradise. Look, you do not even have to change a name,
only keep the letter and deny the spirit, for the letter giveth
life."
She is
harvesting the nations now, that old whore, for an appointment in
the place called Armageddon. There will be a hunting of free men
in the name of freedom and there will be prisons and pogroms in
the name of democracy, murder and slavery in the name of brotherhood,
and all for the sake of dominion over the minds and bodies of men.
There
is a choice: the choice of freedom which has no other name and no
other cause. Man, freed of his demons, without the need of a dogma
or the use of a creed, can, of and by himself, avail, triumph and
achieve significance. This is the faith of a liberal; belief in
himself and belief in man. There is no other way to the full status
of manhood. It is the long way, the hard way; through trial, error,
failure and heartbreak -- but it is the way guided by science and
inspired by art; leading at long last to the stars. This is our
choice: we may believe in ourselves, believe in our fellow men and
in freedom and in brotherhood. We may start to achieve here and
now that paradise which has so long been relegated to the hereafter.
Or, with the dogmatists, the positivists, the authoritarians we
can return again to the ape-hood from which we have so late arisen.
If we
wish identity with a greater power, let us seek union with ourselves
-- our total self, raised to its highest potential of wisdom, knowledge
and experience. If we wish to unite with the universe, let us court
the whole of nature, all experience, all truth and the splendour
of the awesome cosmos itself. For 'out there' lies the great campaign
that comes first and last; the ultimate adventure of the individual
into himself. He must go down like Moses into his unknown self,
out into the new dimension, out with Orpheus and the barque of Arthur,
with Tammuz and Adonis, with Mithra and Jesus, into the labyrinths
of the Dark Land. There he will meet The Mother and hear Her final
question: "What is man?". Thereafter, close by the heart
of the cryptic Mother, he may find the Graal; ultimate consciousness,
total remembrance, instinct made certain, reason made real. For
it is he, wonderful monster, embryo god who has swum in the fish,
shed the skin of the crocodile, peered from the eyes of serpents,
swung with the apes and shaken the earth with tramp of the tyrannosaur's
hoof. It is he who has cried out on all crosses, ruled on all thrones,
grubbed in all gutters. It is he whose face is reflected and distorted
in all heavens and hells -- he, the Child of the Stars, the son
of the ocean; this creature of dust, this wonder and terror called
MAN.
Chapter Four - The Woman Girt With the Sword
It is to you woman, beautiful redeemer of the race, whom I address
this chapter. That which stirs in you now is not madness, not sin,
not folly -- but Life! This new life is the joy and the fire that
will beget a new race; create a new heaven and new earth. When you
were a child, did not the wind and the sun speak to you? Did you
not hear the mountain's voice; the voice of the river and of the
storm? Have you not heard the whisper of the stars and the ineffable
voice in silence? Have you not gone naked in the forest with the
wind on your body and felt the caress of Pan? Your heart has swollen
with Spring, blossomed with Summer and saddened with Winter. These
things are the covenant and in them is the truth that is forever.
You have sought companions as high-hearted as yourself and found
them not save in the elusive memories of dream and song. For you
found a blight over the world; a blight of silence and sorrow. Your
companions walked in guilt and shame, in fear, in hate, in sin and
in the sorrow of sin. There was only nervous laughter and furtive
pleasure; unsatisfying and shameful -- But be no longer sad, my
beloved. Be joyous and unafraid for within you is the song that
shall shatter the silence, the flame that will burn away the dross.
It is
you who are the redeemer from sing and sorrow, from guilt and shame.
WOMAN; oh splendour incarnate! How long have you served in chains,
a slave to the lust and guilt of pigs? How long have you writhed
under the degradation of your Holy Name, "Whore", or suffered
silently under the degradation called, "virtue"? How well
you have known the stake, the rack, the whip, the chains of imprisonment
and even entombment in the service of your master.
And was
the bond fear, was it weakness, was it cowardice and inferiority?
Oh shame of man, it was none of these; it was love. A man was once
crucified in a redemption that failed, yet if ten times ten million
men were crucified, this infamy could not be redeemed. Husband,
father, priest, jailer, judge, executioner, exploiter, seducer,
destroyer -- so has your lover mastered and defiled you. Yet pity
him for he sought love... But finally there is an end and then the
beginning and all the future will be with you. For you are the mother
of a new race, the redeemer and lover of the new men; the men who
shall be free.
I shall
speak to you of men. Men desire three things of a woman: a mother
greater than themselves, a wife less than themselves and a lover
equal with themselves. Against the mother they are in revolt, the
wife they hold in contempt and the lover ever eludes them. Consider
the husband; how he throws his clothes about, eschews dirty dishes
and housework and asserts himself in a loud voice. Consider the
homosexual; how he hates woman and flees himself, fearing that he
will slay her. Consider the great lover; how he grasps for love
and his hands close on nothingness. These are bewildered, frightened
children playing games against the dark. And those who wear brass
and swords, who strut and slay, are they not the most frightened
of all? Therefore pity them and forgive them.
In the
ancient world there were men for a season, before cities arose and
they turned to gilded popinjays, gracefully accepting futility.
Then came Christianity, an anodyne for slaves, an enteric for barbarians
whose deeds gave them indigestion -- and ultimately, a whip for
slave masters.
Faust
was the prototype of the Middle Ages, but not the Faustus of whom
Kit Marlowe tells. It was a darker Faust; Gilles de Rais, who betrays
the Maid in his lust for power, then, after his fall and the failure
of his prayers, he descends to horror in his cellars. This theme
lasted an age until man, appalled by his nightmares, turned finally
to a dream of liberty.
It is
the voice of Voltaire, jaded, cynical, weary of folly, that sounds
the opening bar of a tremendous, mocking prelude. Tom Paine, one
real man, broken and at last betrayed by all the wooden champions,
Cagliostro, plotting the revenge of the Templars with a woman and
a necklace, Will Blake, speaking uncomprehended with the tongue
of angels, Shelley and his beautiful gesture; Swinburne, who almost
recreated Helas before he too was broken -- Byron, Pushkin, Gautier;
all instruments in a prelude to a symphony that was never played.
And Science -- how it was to save us! That "Brave New World"
of Huxley, Darwin and H.G. Wells with only the voice of Spengler
in dissent. Science remaking the world; an international language,
a universal brotherhood beyond nationality, prejudice or creed...
A beautiful vision fallen like a house of cards. You creators of
the "New Age" who dare not speak, think or move without
permission from the military, you unfettered titans who will hang
for speaking across one border -- where is your 'New World'? Champions,
where is freedom? What treasure have we lost? We must turn to women
for that answer.
The key
lies back ten thousand years ago in the Age of Isis that is mistakenly
called "The Matriarchy". It was not a Matriarchy as we
conceive it; a rule of club-women, of frustrated chickens, in fact
it was not a rule at all; it was an equality.
The Woman
was and is the Priestess. In Her reposes the Mystery. She is the
Mother, brooding yet tender, the lover, at once passionate and aloof,
the wife, revered and cherished. She is the witch woman. She stands
co-equal with her mate who is the chieftain, the hunter, the thinker
and the doer. The woman is the Priestess, guardian of the mystery,
syble of the unconscious and prophetess of dreams. Togther they
balanced each other until the catastrophe of the Patriarchal Age,
arch-typified by the monosexual monster, Jehova. Then, under the
rule of Priests, woman became an inferior animal while man became
isolated in his imagined superiority and found himself at the mercy
of his own merciless intelligence. It was total war between the
emotions that must and the intellect that will not. Every patriarchal
religion is a self-contradictory monstrosity. They are dogmatic
creeds that shift like straws in the wind of the intellect. Upon
this shifting structure man has failed. He knows the futility of
such artificial systems but he fights for them with all the sick
fury his frustration can generate. In the process he has lost his
mother, his wife has failed him and his lover eludes him. The Mystery
has gone out of the Temple, banished by a senile and self-sufficient
council of beards.
Woman,
Woman -- where are you? Come back to us again. Forgive even if you
cannot forget and serve once more in our Temples. Take us by the
hand. Kiss us on the lips and tell us we are not alone. Witch-Woman,
out of the ashes of the stake, rise again! It was in the Dianic
Cult that the old way continued. Those splendid and terrible women;
Messilina, Toffana, La Voisin and DeBrinvillies raised revenge to
a high art. Others sought the forbidden mystery in secret rites
and purchased a brief reunion at an awful price. This was the ope
in the Maid of Orleans, the dream of hopeless millions that the
woman who was to redeem them had come at last. Her failure and her
fate teach us that innocence is no protection. Be cunning, oh woman,
be wise, be subtle, be merciless. I have asked you to understand
and forgive -- but forget not overmuch. Trust nothing but yourself.
Now I
have spoken of those great poisoners but there is a worse revenge.
Know that all revenge is revenge on self and the most terrible is
that taken by the frigid woman. Count her in the tens of millions.
The curse lies in the failure of her mate to be a man and her failure
to be true to herself but the cause is the dark guilt with which
parents poison their children. There is also suppressed incestuous
love and the fear of unwanted children -- yet those who have known
of these things should have no shame there-from. Strength is not
born, it is gained by understanding and overcoming. Go free; sing
the old, wild song: EVOE IO, EVOE IACCHUS IO PAN, PAN! EVOE BABALON!
Go to
the mountains and the forest; go naked in the Summer that you may
regain the old joy. Love gladly and freely under the stars. But
you say your body is not beautiful? Here is a secret: the body is
molded by the mind. If you have embraced fear, repression, hate
-- then you may find your body repulsive. But go free, love joyously
and without restraint. Run naked then watch the cheeks flush, the
breasts well and the supple contours develop from the flowing rhythms
of life. Disease and deformity are bred in fear and hate, therefore
be fearless lovers and ever beautiful.
The woman
is the Priestess of the Irrational World! Irrational - but how enormously
important, and how dangerous because it is unadmitted or denied,
we do not want to be drunken, murderous, frustrated, poverty-stricken
and miserable without cause. These conditions are not reasonable
or 'scientific' and yet they do exist. We say we do not want war
but war seems a psychological necessity. Wars will continue until
that need is otherwise fulfilled. We do not love or hate a person
because it is "reasonable". We are moved willy-nilly,
despite our reason and our will, by forces from the unconscious,
irrational world. These forces speak to us in dreams, in symbols
and in our own incomprehensible actions. These passions can only
be redeemed by intuitive understanding in the feminine province.
Only after such understanding can will and intelligence be truly
effective for otherwise they are blind and powerless against the
tides of emotion.
Woman,
put away unworthy weapons. Put away malice and poison, frigidity
and childishness. Draw the two-edged sword of freedom and call for
a man to meet you in fair combat; a man fit to be your husband and
a father to your eagle brood. Call upon him, test him by the sword
and he will be worthy of you. Together you will be archetypes of
the new race.
Somewhere
in the world today there is a woman for whom the Sword is forged.
Somewhere there is one who has heard the trumpets of the New Age
and who will respond. She will respond, this new woman, to the high
clamor of those sar-trumpets; she will come as a perilous flame
and a devious song, a voice in the judgement halls, a banner before
armies. She will come girt with the Sword of Freedom. Before her,
kings and priests will tremble, cities and empires will fall, and
she will be called BABALON, The Scarlet Woman. She will be lustful
and proud, subtle and deadly forthright and invincible as a naked
blade. Women will respond to her war cry, throwing off their chains,
men will respond to her challenge, forsaking foolish ways. She will
shine as the ruddy Evening Star in the lurid sunset of Gotterdamerung.
She will shine again as a Morning Star when the night has passed
and a new dawn breaks over the garden of Pan.
To
you, oh unknown woman, is The Sword of Freedom pledged.