Conversations With Robin

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Conversations betwen R.E. Prindle and Robin Mark

Concerning certain musical questions.

     Who me?

     I was born in Dixie

     In a boomer’s shack

     Just a half mile from the railroad tracks

     My daddy was a Fireman

      And my mama dear

     She was the only daughter of an engineer.

     I’m one of those who had to flee the South to escape the degrading slave economy.  Off to bloody Kansas where we fought the Slavers to make K a free State.  Of course after the war I fled Kansas, as who wouldn’t, for greener pastures.  Did you ever wonder why Baum told Dorothy You’re not in Kansas anymore?  What a drag it would be growing old in Kansas.

     Of course, I always remember the Song Of The South and Uncle Remus with great fondness being a sentimental Alabaman.  The real Alabama exists only as a figment of the imagination while the prewar Alabama is the dream.  The South shall rise again and trample the Puritan bastards.  You can feel it happening.

Nazis?  There never have been any American Nazis except in the imaginations of Communists or Jews.  In the twenties Communist became a dirty word but they had no counter name until the Fascists arose in reaction to the Commie finks.  Then in the late twenties, early thirties the Commies were able to polarize American society by calling former  ‘Red baiters’ Fascists.

     Calling Americans Nazis is a Jewish thing that arose in the late fifties and early sixties when Jews wanted to stigmatize persons they found objectionable.  Nobody in their right mind pays attention to this Jewish-Commie garbage.  Sorry to have so say this to you because I know how sensiteeve you are to Jewish criminations.

     But, if you will be archaic, a religious anachronism, there’s little that can be done about it.  Always best to be scientific and discard the useless past.

     What’s happening with Expecting Rain?  I checked the message boards but couldn’t find anything.  I’m not signed in.  Did you?

     Just remember one takes invective lightly.  I apparently blew them out with the Warhol thing but that’s an expected reaction.  Guilty of it myself when someone hits me with something new that turns out to be true no matter how preposterous sounding.  Give ’em time to digest and come around.  They will, they have to because I gave them some accurate history.

     As far as the UofO I know I’m guilty of heresy but Toynbee is a great master of history, per se, interpretation is something else.  By the way A Study Of History is not ‘a book’.  It’s a massive twelve volume, six thousand page masterwork.  I didn’t just pick up a few facts but in depth studies of what Toynbee considers civilizations, all the way from the Eskimos to the Chinese and all stops between over 10,000 years of history.  It’s an amazing product of one human mind.  Better than 3000 mikes of LSD for expanding the mind.  Hits about that hard too.

     The problem with Cal State was that as ex-high school teachers the ‘profs’ were used to dealing with immature sixteen year old minds.  By the time I got there I’d been in the service for three years, in the work place for four.  So, you know, a certain amount of incompatibility.  In other words, I had the abrasive personality they thought,  not them.  Besides I was pretty tightly wound back then.  Same way today, I see no reason to talk to anyone who sleepwalks.

     Another interesting story is that after Kennedy was shot, being in an ‘intellectual’ atmosphere I was going around saying that Robert was up next basing my opinion on the Gracchi of ancient Rome.  I don’t suppose any of those Bozos had ever heard of the Gracchi.  Anyway they turned me into the FBI and the next thing you know I’m talking to three- one, two, three- Agents.  Wanted to know how I knew about it like maybe I was one of a team of assassins.  I don’t think they’d ever heard of the Gracchi either.  Seemed kind of disappointed after my historical lecture.  Didn’t have to be so insulting though.  They called me I didn’t call them.

Second entry 3/07/10

OK Robin, I’m going to talk about Albert Goldman now and I don’t want you to come unglued.   The guy does seem to have some interesting facts, if they can be relied on.  What do you have on Parker’s setting Elvis up with the draft board?

     And then, Larry Geller.  Elvis’ regular hair dresser Overbite or Orifice or whatever can’t keep his appointment; Geller is sent over from Jay Sebring’s salon.  Sebring is Streisand’s hair dresser.  Are we making any connections yet?  Could Streisand have wanted to sack Elvis but not know how to go about it.  Too much of a condescension for her?  Did she want to corrupt him?  Anyway substituting Geller for Orifice is an obvious power play.  Sebring just told Orifice to take a hike, he was out.

     Why Geller?  He’s an esoteric who captures Presley’s mind with what an ignorant Goldman thinks is rubbish.  So Goldman, Streisand, Geller are Jews.  Sebring probably although I’ve never considered him.  So, whether you like it or not the Jew-Goy thing is operating.

     Now, Goldman constantly denigrates hillbillies, rednecks, Southern people  and the South in general.  Very irritating to an old hillbilly like me, dare I say Goldman is a bigot?  Let us then conclude that Goldman represents the attitude of at least the Hollywood Jews.  So, Geller is there to play with Elvis’ mind.  Take over, take charge.  I’ve been through this myself.

     According to Goldman Geller introduced Elvis to 24 esoteric titles among ‘hundreds’ of others that Elvis is said to have read while reading many of the 24 two or more times and making a 25th title The Impersonal Life his Bible.

     As it is I’ve read many of the 24, in fact, I’ve read nearly everything Goldman implies he had read implying he is one hell of an informed guy.   I’ve read the Golden Bough twice, all twelve volumes or whatever and some of those three times so  it may be said that I can walk in Goldman’s path.  I know what’s being said here.  Generally speaking this is a very good list of esoterica, classic but good.  Unlike the nut Goldman who doesn’t believe the Gnosis is religion, I know it is, but it is religion and you know my views on religion.  The Gnostics were a part of history and thus cannot be dismissed or ignored.  I find it hard to believe a hard partyer like Elvis had the patience to plow through Isis Unveiled and The Secret Doctrine by Madame B.  Each is 1500 large pages long and requires a historical background to put it in perspective.  Elvis couldn’t possibly have had that, nor did Geller.

     The Urantia Book is a massive, large page 2500 page mind scorcher than can double as science fiction. It is a really interesting scientific/religious volume but once again it requires real concentration and then some, but a real mind boggler.  Drugs and partying?  Well, we’re all different but such a reading regimen seems a stretch.

     And then the list contains some wonderful stuff by Manly Hall and his Philosophical Research Society.  You’re down there so you could drop into their book store and library.  Hall is a good writer and is as well versed as any in esoterica.  Short books, no problem for Elvis.

     Max Heindel is not so smooth but his Rosicrucian Society is terrific.  The Cosmo-Conception is worth reading and even think about.  His outfit is still down in Oceanside by San Diego is you want to drop in on them.  It would be worth it.  I’ll have to check out a couple items on the list like The Sacred Science Of Numbers.  Numerology is an important historical study.

     Over all a fine list of esoterica but I can’t believe Elvis actually read it all plus hundreds of others.  About the time Geller came into his life he was down to ten years or less remaining.  I can’t even believe that Geller had command of this stuff.  He couldn’t have been that old while at 50 pages a day some of these books take a couple months to read.   Seems like Geller was being provided titles by an organization like the ADL where scholars have organized all this stuff.  It’s just to unreal to believe Geller had even heard of all these titles, most of which are really obscure.

     I have to believe that something is wrong here.  Goldman is either just showing off his knowledge or he’s flat out lieing.

     Since this stuff is anathema to his Jewish sensibilities, the reason he objects is that the  books give no precedence, no pride of place to Judaism, in fact, tacitly dismiss Judaism, Goldman is probably putting Elvis down although inadvertantly paying him one hell of a compliment.  If Elvis could get through the Urantia Book he is one hell of a guy which is an inadvertant compliment to myself because I have.

     Anyway The Swami  chapter was very interesting.  Applying your Elvis erudition what do you think?

 

A Contribution To The

ERBzine ERB Library Project

She

by

H. Rider Haggard

Review by R.E. Prindle

From London To The The Caves Of Kor

     She is dedicated to Andrew Lang:

I Inscribe This History To

ANDREW LANG

In Token Of Personal Regard

And Of

My Sincere Admiration For His Learning

And His Works

     One may well ask then who is this Andrew Lang and what is his learning?  In point of fact Haggard not only dedicated She to Lang but wrote three books in collaboration with him.  Andrew Lang, 1884-1912, was a Scottish scholar specializing in folklore, mythology and religion so you can see where Haggard came by much of his esoteric knowledge.  In addition Lang was one of the founding members of the Society For Psychic Research and a past-President.  Lang wrote dozens of books over his lifetime.  He even wrote a parody of She in 1887 called He.  Today he is remembered only for his collections of fairy tales.  Twelve volumes in all each titled after a color such as The Crimson, or Blue or Pink or Gray Fairy Book.  The volumes are undergoing a fair revival now with a collector’s edition published by Easton Press and several nicely bound volumes by the Folio Society.

     The nineteenth century was the one in which advanced knowledge of the past was rapidly extending European knowledge greatly.  The Rosetta Stone deciphering Egyptian hieroglyphics had been achieved as recently as the 1830s.  Nineveh and the Assyrian ruins had been unearthed.  Schlieman had discovered the locations of  Troy and Mycenae.

     The exoteric side was covered by the academics while the esoteric side was covered by independent scholars like Madame Blavatsky and probably Andrew Lang.  There was a clean split between the academic Patriarchal view of  ancient history and the emerging Matriarchal view that had just been developed by the Swiss mythologist, J.J. Bachofen.    Bachofen organized ancient history into Hetaeric, Matriarchal and Patriarchal periods.  He himself was a member of the successor  Scientific period.

     The academics totally rejected the notion of  a Matriarchal period.  This, of course, led to a complete inability to understand Homer, both Iliad and Odyssey. The Iliad especially is a description of the war by the Patriarchy to destroy Matriarchy. 

     Lang seems to have understood the Matriarchal phase of ancient history.  He must have passed this knowledge on to Haggard.  Ayesha, as She, rules a Matriarchal society.  While the ideas represented in She must have seemed bizarre or merely an amusing reversal of the Patriarchal world at the time, today it all reads comprehensibly.  It rings true if not exact.

     C.G. Jung, the psychologist, who developed such notions as the male Anima and the Shadow was very immpressed by what he saw as the male Anima in She.  Madame Blavatsky lauded the book for its esoteric content.  But then, Haggard was firing on all eight cylinders when he wrote it, it is difficult to conceive of a more perfect fantasy/adventure novel.  Indeed Haggard subtitles the novel: The History Of An Adventure.

     Haggard was an excellent Egyptian scholar.  He not only visualized Egypt convincingly in his Egyptian novels but his Egyptian ideas pervade the African novels.  Many of them involve Egyptian influences and even peoples filtering down into East and Central Africa.  The Ivory Child is a case in point as is She.

     The set up to the trip out is brilliant incorporating details that become cliches in B movies.

     Leo Vincey’s father before he died gave a metal box to Leo’s guadian, Horace Holly, that wasn’t to be opened until Leo was twenty-five.  This box is now opened.  It contained a letter to Leo, a potsherd (a piece of a broken jar) covered with ‘uncial’ Greek lettering, a miniature and a scarab containing Egyptian hieroglyphics that read ‘Royal Son of the Sun.’

     Thus Haggard captured most if not all of the elements that went into the intellectual aura fostered by B moves primarily in the first years of the talkies through the thirties.  That entailed things like the Curse of the Pharaohs, movies like The Mummy  melding into Wolf Man, Dracula, Frankenstein and African juju spells.  Things against which Europeans had no defense because the ancient magic was stronger than modern science, or so we were led to believe.  I can’t speak for others  but it took me a while to shake this oppressive spirit.  This was pretty strong stuff for my ten to twelve year old brain.  Not to mention being bombarded by The Creature From The Black Lagoon, The Thing and The Day The Earth Stood Still.  We wuz tried in the fire and come through good.

     The gist of it is that Leo’s ancestor Kallicrates lived in the time of the last Pharaoh Nectanebo as one of the royal family.  Spookier still Nectanebo was said to have fled Egypt before the conquering hordes, going to Macedon where he secretly impregnated Olympia, Philip’s wife, who then gave birth to Alexander which made him the rightful heir to the Pharaohship instroducing Greeks as rulers into his city of Alexandria.

     At any rate Kallicrates girl friend, Ayesha, killed him in a jealous rage.  The family nursing vengeance for all these two thousand years it is Vincey’s mission if he chooses to accept it, to follow the ancient map to the Caves of Kor and kill Ayesha or, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed who has been nursing regrets over killing Kallicrates two thousand years previously.  Listen to me, I’m tellin’ ya it’s all here.

     So Vincey, Holly and their man Job set out to find this place in Africa even more remote, if possible, than King Solomon’s Mines.  And a heck of a lot more hostile too.

     The trip out is some of Haggard’s finest writing.  They are to be looking for a rock formation on the coast in the shape of a gorilla’s head.  Sailing the coast they miraculously spot this head just as a terrific squall sends their felucca, dhow or other exotic ship from foreign  climes to the b ottom.

     But, even though the ship sinks they beat the reaper because they brought a boat containing unsinkable water tight compartments.   As the storm subsides the three survivors along with an Arab float into the mouth of the appropriate stream as though it were all foreordained.  What follows is some excellent writing with details I don’t need to recount.

     Suffice it to say they are dragging their boat along an ancient canal when they are accosted by men from Kor.  Ordinarily these guys would have speared them and moved on, no strangers needed in Kor.  Using her magic She had learned of Leo’s coming a week previously thus ordering their lives spared while they were to be brought to her.  Uh huh.

     The detailing is terrific, this book is tight and well organized.  It moves right along.  The land is under the thumb of She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed.  This is a tight Matriarchy as we now recognize not  just some strange place where a woman is in charge.

     While the three are entering the Caves of Kor, Leo Vincey, being the cynosure of all female eyes, a knockout named Ustane steps up and kisses him.  Not averse to a public display of affection Leo lays one on her back.  New to the area and not aware of the customs of the place Leo had just accepted Ustane as his woman.  In town for a few minutes and already married.  That’s the way things happen in this particular Matriarchy.  Ustane is now in conflict with Ayesha, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed.

     The stage is now set for the main drama when Ayesha recognizes Leo as her long lost Kallicrates come back from all those reincarnations at last.

     The exoteric Catholic Church is thus thrust aside in favor of all the heretical doctrines of the esoteric which have been bubbling under the Hot 100 for two thousand years.  These unfamiliar esoteric doctrines would become the mainstay and staple of science fiction/fantasy for the next one hundred years.

     Just as an example of how Burroughs probably learned esoterica, I became familiar with estoeric themes myself from reading 1950s science fiction and fantasy- Amazing Stories, William Tenn, Robert Heinlein, Ray Bradbury  and all that sort of stuff without realizing what I was taking in,  thus Burroughs surrounded by the Society for Psychical Research,  Camille Flammarion, George Du Maurier and Stevenson et al. naturally learned the esoteric language.  No mystery, he was speaking in tongues before he knew it.

      Leo is awaiting the summons from Ayesha which will be covered in Part III.