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THE INTELLIGENCE AGENTS |
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The Federal Bureaucracy literally paid for and bought American psychology. What
Did This Money Buy? After his
discharge from the service in 1946, I-2 was offered a well-paying
fellowship to graduate school at the University of California in Berkeley.
The funding came from a federal agency, the Veterans Administration, an
obvious spin-off of the War Department.
To IPAR came Air Force officers and creative, successful subjects from
many professions to participate in weekend assessments based directly on
OSS-CIA methods. IPAR was funded by the Ford Foundation, the U.S.
Government, and God knows how many fronts. Date: February, 1972 Our local agents report that the Professor's hideout cottage on the lake has a fireplace study on the first floor opening onto the water. The top floor is a ship-cabin sailing down the lake. From the deck one whistles for the seven swans who float majestically along the shore and bend strong phallic necks to swallow bread crumbs. Prince Alexis drives up in his Stingray, dismounts regally, throws reins to the groom and sets off a three day cycle of life-death magic. Sitting in front of the fire he begins to babble. (The conversation is taped.) "The fascinating facet of India," says Alexis, "is her worship of holy putrefaction. To the banal perceptions of the west she exists and has always existed, a bedraggled woolly mammoth buried in the ice of occult tradition. And yet no other ancient culture has been so expressive. In stone carving, temple, wood, gesture, fluid motion, sonorous sound, she has broadcast her buoyant message to the world. Close your eyes and sleep! Lest her repetitious dream be disturbed, she asks for only the smallest dash of creative stimulus in return. Dare we introduce western science-magic to the Ganges? Does soul, expressed in art, as in fucking, require equal reciprocity? Shall we, whether they like it or not, electrify the sita? A rock festival in Benares?" "Strong cocaine," says the Professor. "Can we change the dial? Let's focus on the nearby future. What part do you want to play in our next episode?" "What is the script?" "That is the question. We're looking for it. The womb planet waits for our next broadcast. Unhappily it appears that we have to fabricate the treatment. What do you suggest?" "My own obsessions are simple," replied the Prince. "Electronic rock 'n roll along the thin, aristocratic line from Chuck Berry to the Stones. Erotic mysticism, tantra and the pursuit of that Holiest of Grails: the all-night, orgasmless fuck. Oh yes, my family history amuses me. The saga of decadence, Sybaritism, epicureanism, philosophic gratification. I am, in addition, a nervous wreck. Do you know what that means?" "I think so," replies the Professor with a tender smile. "Then tell me quickly. Why?" "Why what?" "Why when I talk to a psychiatrist does he straight-away want to pop me in treatment? It's really quite unsettling. Say something, anything to exorcize this psychiatric curse." "I'll have to make up a story." "It's all fiction," says Alexis. "In the 1950's," says the Professor, "I devoted nine years to the study of the personality, behavior, and strange beliefs of psychiatrists. They are a bizarre and superstitious tribe. My conclusion is that the profession of psychiatry is quite out of touch with reality. Do you like that?" Date: "Precisely my judgment," exclaims Alexis joyfully. "But I need more to convince me." "This diagnosis does not apply to the younger generation of psychiatrists, many of whom are nice, if dull hive agents. Freud is considered by many to be a flaming revolutionary of free and honest sexuality. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Freud is the Nixon of Psychology." "Oh that's priceless," grinned Alexis. "Freud is the Nixon of Psychology! How?" "Every sensible person in the world," continued the Professor, "had been trying to end the cold war, but such attempts were futile. Because it required someone who fanatically believed in the polarity, someone totally committed to good to establish detente with bad. Nixon being the last politician in the world to want peace with his enemies, had to be the one to use detente against his domestic rivals. The same thing had to happen to allow a detente between Morality and Sex in the European character structure. For a century before Freud every intellectual in Europe had known about the unconscious role of sexuality. But no psychiatrist or scientist with a normal, healthy sex-life could be believed. It required the most uptight, sexless, prudish man in Europe to use sex as ally against his real enemies, the Viennese medical establishment. Is that enough?" "I'm a difficult case. Can you continue?" "Psychiatry," continues the Professor, "is primitive, prescientific hive regulation. Actually the pre-Freudian psychiatric language was much more realistic. Before Freud, psychiatrists were called 'alienists.' This is an extraordinarily happy term, because most psychiatric patients are aliens, that is to say, they have activated post-hive circuits of their nervous systems, circuits designed for future survival. When the UFO's land 'alienation' will become a very respectable word. The in-sane seem to live in another world. Exactly. They are perhaps best seen as premature evolutes. Mental hospitals should be called asylums. A nervous wreck is exactly that." "It's a beautiful concept," says Alexis. "A badge of honor I shall wear proudly." "Nervous," explains the Exorcist, "refers our attention to the nervous system, not to imaginary character traits. And 'wrecked' means pushed out of normal hive alignment. Collapse of the Domesticated Mind is considered to be the goal of most mutating post-hive entities. The mind as you know, Alexis, is the fragment of the brain that mediates the movements of the nine muscles of the larynx and the hand. Collapse of the mind means that the laryngeal muscles can no longer define hive reality." (End of tape.) |
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