Rocking San Andreas and Britain’s ‘Magma Carta’ hyperbole (Semantics, seismology and psyche – part 1)

RockingSanAndres

I’m yet to see the movie San Andreas, but having seen the trailer I can see how my Bob Crow-Lionel Craig-and-Tom Adams triangulating article, first published on American citizen journalism website Allvoices.com in March, 2014 predicts some of that film’s themes.

I note particularly the centrality of a father-daughter relationship in the Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson starring film. I’m intrigued at how that relates to this Korebeliefs.com project, which ‘springs’ like a geyser from my long-running linking of seismology and gender relations.

Yet notwithstanding my virtually lifelong Woman-I-Zen study, I had no idea that the spelling “k-o-r-e”, for “core” (as in, the earth’s innermost reaches) could be as meaningful as it turns out for me and others.

I coined the phonetic “kore”, replacing the “c” with a “k” because the corebelief.com domain name that I wanted to register was already taken.

So, I came up with the “k”-initial spelling of “core”, somewhat reluctantly.

And this was despite having a deep, intuitive sense that my use of “k” was meant to be.

I have a quiet, reassuring feeling about the use of the letter “k” in the creation of names. I first experienced this knowing when I used this letter to create my business name “Intelek”, in the early to mid 1990s.

I knew nothing of the classical Greek origin of Kore (pronounced ko’ra, I believe), a “girl God”, linked to the fertility goddess Persephone.

In fact, I tend to think of “k” as a peculiarly hard, masculine sound. I’m more inclined to associate it with the word “king” than with the word “queen”, although a key component of that sound is present in both words.

I’m really looking forward to addressing gender gyrations here on Korebeliefs.com because I am absolutely persuaded that they are at the core of our physical, earthly being and belief systems.

I’m particularly keen to explore the visual components of gender, brought to the fore by Johnson’s hyperbolic, alpha male appearance and performance in San Andreas, even as it is being problematized more generally in America, in the Bruce-to-Caitlyn-Jenner story.

The visual component of that other controversial identity marker, race, problematized in Rachel Dolezal’s story intrigues me even more.

I’m keen to explore the deceptiveness or duality not only of human’s physical appearances but also of the written words upon which we plant our feet or place our seal.

My goal is to expose the fault lines of the things in which we place our trust – like a large bank balance, assumptions of shared prejudice, as in the ill-fated case of Mitt Romney’s run for the US presidency and “name recognition”, in the case of 2016 presidential prospects Jeb Bush and Hilary Clinton.

I will at some point address the problem of prostitution, as represented in the politics of racial reparations, currently being promoted by United Nations General Assembly president Sam Kahamba Kutesa, and a number of prominent Caribbean movers and shakers, including historian Sir Hilary Beckles and feminist politician Mia Mottley.

I am hoping to excavate and expose the Romneyesque Talibank Thinking (or Kalibank Thinging) pecuniary priestcraft at the core of their arguments.

It is the kind of slight-of-hand (or slight-of-tan, in Dolezal’s case) born of the dark night in woman and man, that former New York governor Eliot Spitzer seems to have a deep understanding of.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Spitzer who was disgraced by revelations of his “down low” use of prostitutes, nonetheless has useful, intimate insights into the excesses of the banking and insurance industries – as demonstrated by his assessment of the real scandal at AIG.

As some readers will know, in my book The Bible: Beauty and Terror Reconciled (TBBTR), I address priestcraft among Christians and other fundamentalists extensively.

Indeed with its focus on degeneration and renewal (the religious equivalent of the economic “boom and bust” cycle) TBBTR may be seen as predicting not only the 2007 subprime mortgage catalysed banking crisis, but the reputational earthquakes around Britain’s Co-Op Bank and HSBC, both with prominent churchmen (Methodist Paul Flowers and Anglican Stephen Green) at their epicentres, notably.

But TBBTR is first and foremost a study of the deadly dualism of the written word.

It’s about the lethalness of the letter. The potentially deadly deceptiveness not just of written accounts but also, and perhaps more so, of the self-destructive, illusory power they attract.

“The letter killeth”, warns the writer of 2 Corinthians 3:6. In TBBTR I demonstrate how like the seemingly stable ground beneath us, “[en]graven images”, which is what scripture is, may be as destructive as any San Andreas-created void.

The danger is the subjugation and violation of critical memory, producing the kind of sleep-walking like denial we may associate with “daddy’s girl” Bettina Aptheker.

A writer, I know this “peril of the pen” all too well. I know the earthquake-zone-instability of written things: the potentially murderous mysticism of magma; the lethal capacity of a literary lava flow.

A linguist by both training and inclination, I understand the potency of the spoken word, which written things may not only express but obscure.

A Barbadian, who has experienced the kind of intellectual property dislocation and dispossession that only the truth-evading, talent trafficking and myopic manuscript misappropriating masters of that plantation society could instigate, I know what it is like to be afflicted by a Bruce St John-like species of dementia.

I’ve learnt to forgive the destruction of thinking talent that my compatriot George Lamming attributes to Barbados’ labour-preaching, true thought leeching political system.

Blacklisted and boycotted by the island’s media and their powerful British, American, Canadian, Indian and other counterparts, I have had to learn to breathe while submerged.

I believe that this has made me stronger, deepening my understanding of heaven and earth’s core principles.

Yucatan yawning

The screenshot at the top of this article shows a segment of an unfinished article I started writing last year and which also links to this project tantalizingly.

Under the title “Barbados, England and California quakes ‘related’?”, that article explores geopsychic, spiritual links between the magnitude 4:4 Los Angeles earthquake of March 18, 2014 and two others in Barbados and England that preceded it by just over a month.

I reproduce that unfinished article here, preserved mid-action, like the corpses of some of those Italians who died in AD 79, when Mount Vesuvius erupted.

LosAngelesQuake2014-newsreaders2

Or like the two news announcers in the above screenshot.

It’s mainly the first screenshot that I want to draw readers’ attention to though.

Do you see the word-fragment “mag” in the article?

It’s circled in red, and located in an editorial space I apparently created but for some reason failed to fill.

Like Yucatan yawning, as Barbadian “Father Poet” (one of my deadbeat, dreadbeat “dads”) Kamau Brathwaite might put it, the blank space preceding the “mag” word-fragment attests materially to my dislocation and “distraction”.

It attests to the relative isolation and insecurity of each individual Caribbean island.

More penetratingly, it points to the erosion and virtual erasure of many Caribbean people’s outstanding achievements by the selective silence of plotting and petrified politicians, religious clerics, business people, academics, journalists and other media workers.

Like the prophesied ‘rocks crying out’ (Luke 19:40) I’m committed to breaking that silence.

That’s because I know first-hand how it inflicts psychic pain and injury.

I know by long-running experience and observation how such truth denial is destructive of praise inspiring memory. How like a cancer it undermines the mammary glands of the mind.

A father myself, I know something of how it deprives God, the ground of all good being and belief of the fulfilment and completion of God-like goodness in humanity.

I also know that where humanity fails, to praise God and nurture the divine seed at the core our being and belief, inanimate stones may be mobilized to jog our memories.

Father figures

A girlfriend in Norfolk named Viola says it was the manly mobility and power of “The Rock” that she remembers most, having seen San Andreas recently.

Having not yet seen the movie myself, I sense that the song “Rock In Ethiopia”, by Barbadian geyser Adonijah Alleyne, a peculiarly silent “father figure”, or “baby-daddy” (as Dr Jameca Falcon might say) is more likely to excite my meaning-seeking interest and intrigue.

I think that like Lloyds Bank, which closed my Intelek business account arbitrarily (and then added insult to that injury by dismissively snubbing me when I sent them a legally binding request for an explanation, in line with the Data Protection Act 1998), the self-lionizing, misguidedly moving and shaking Adonijah, and his tragically short-sighted “queen” Nailah could be persuaded to see how my being and beliefs and their own connect inevitably.

After all, are we not all, as individuals, fragmented and incomplete?

Aren’t we, like the word-fragment “mag” (which I believe was in the process of becoming “magnitude”) all to some degree interdependent with others, inevitably?

So says the ebony Martin Luther King Jr and ivory Stephen R Covey.

But some people, like the Lloyds Bank employees who snubbed me may be too bureaucratically bound to things spelt out in “black and white”.

They may be too fundamentalist in financial matters, too preoccupied with external, written records, and therefore dimming and diminishing their own inner light.

And it seems that many in Great Britain today are confounded by this commonwealth’s grey.

I think of the bigoted broadcasting I heard around the celebration of Magna Carta on June 15 – like San Andreas’ elaborate, arguably exaggerated imagery.

I was rather taken aback by the BBC’s and other media houses’ hyperbole.

The girl God psyche

Another Norfolk-based woman-friend and business associate Janice Lear-Gurney can attest to human interdependence convincingly – as can others who suffer from Parkinson’s disease and similar diseases that, like earthquakes, can literally knock us off our feet.

The once exceptionally active, independent-minded Jan, is the central subject of the on-going “Janice Gurney – Life of the Party”  crowd-source funding project and other Intelek holistic health initiatives being planned.

Having previously thought that religious faith was for the birds, she is now sounding the depths of her own spiritual worth and capacity – aided by Intelek’s Linguistic Historical Spirituo-Naturalistic Consciencing technology.

She is discovering the interdependence of faith and reason in alerting humanity to our times and the seasons.

No written code can substitute for that living, Logos-lighted logic.

A million Magna Cartas, like #MagmaCarta, are perennially proved inadequate.

The fault is in our fallibility, as human beings: it is in our inner San Andreas essentially.

The challenge for all of us is to live confidently while fully aware of this underlying, “subprime” uncertainty.

 

To be continued…(predictably)

 

About Junior Campbell

 

Oh, to be young again!
Oh, to be young-ish again! That’s how I looked circa 2009.

Below is some background info about me, copied from my Linked In profile wholesale.

I may tidy it up one day… I mean it… Seriously…

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Update – April 24, 2017: I had not realized my bio below was so sparse. Until today it only gave information about my 2015 general election effort. Sincere apologies to those who were disappointed. I’ve now added other info from my ‘About Me’ account.

 

 

I’m an England-based Barbadian holistic communications and education specialist, trading as Intelek International – www.intelek.net.

Through my Intelek Domino Effect Associates (IDEAs) project, I offer game-changing intellectual property related services to organizations, groups and individuals.

I offered these services to Pope Benedict XVI (unsolicited) and in 2010, prophetically assessed his pronounced conservatism as a sign of the cataclysmic change comming to Christianity (http://www.allvoices.com/contributed-news/6817820-an-open-letter-to-the-pope-part-1).

The relative accuracy of my prediction came from more than 30 years of penetrative analysis of communications phenomena, over thousands of years, across religious and secular classifications and in individual and organizational settings.

Put simply, you could say I pay really close attention to what people say and write and how they otherwise express themselves.

I work empathically with businesses, NGO’s, politicians, religious leaders, artists and others.

I help men, women and children manage the crises and capitalize on the opportunities of their various communications and education experiences – at home, school, church, mosque, synagogue, work-place and in other environments.

I use and promote a model of coherent, consistent (ethical) and therefore sustainable private and public communication based on what I call an Organic Growth Vision (OGV) or, alternately a continuum of character, promoting consistency of thought, word and deed.

I help people find inspirational communications and education solutions, rooted in their own circumstances and situations.

Clients discover and/or cultivate and refine their own communication talents by courageously confronting their unique challenges and rising above them.

Basically, I help people find their “voice”.

My own voice was recently immortalized (again) in the Encyclopedia of Caribbean Reigions, published by the University of Illinois Press.

 

Me in 2017
Me in 2017

 

What We Can DO (WWCD) is the title of my prospective bid to represent Norwich South as an independent candidate in the 2015 UK general elections.

Drawing on my more than 32 years’ experience as a community activist, this campaign is focusing on a number of themes, including:

A “True Labour of Love and Love of Labour” initiative. Challenging Ed Miliband and the Labour Party’s champagne socialist mockery of care workers like myself and others working on zero hour contracts.

A “Consistently Caring Conservative” initiative. Challenging David Cameron’s and the Tory Party’s silence on and/or minimization of Margaret Thatcher’s biggest mistakes – especially her maternal failings.

An “Honestly Independent” initiative. Challenging Nigel Farage and UKIP’s bigoted, socially blighting and divisive concept of what made and makes Great Britain great.

An “Organic Growth Vision” initiative. Challenging Natalie Bennett and the Green Party’s treatment of its Norfolk-based activist Nigel Sturman.

A truly free-thinking initiative. Educating current Norwich South MP Simon Wright his party leader Nick Clegg and other Liberal Democrats in the folly of trusting the opportunist, schizophrenic concept of “freedom” being pushed by many in the United States – and their Indian, Barbadian, Pakistani and other international business partners.

Have you learnt nothing from Mitt Romney’s and Surinder Kandola’s mistakes, lady and gentlemen?