The Charleston race-hate earthquake – tracing the warning tremors of narcissism

“As the co-author of a recent study, Brad Bushman, explains, narcissism is the claim that you are superior to other people. From this core belief, bad things flow.”

So reads a June 8 article I found on the Guardian website today. As readers might imagine, the use of the phrase “core belief” resonated deeply with me, just days as I am into this project.

While not mentioning the earthquake-like racist murder of 9 black people by a white 21 year-old male in the US on Wednesday night (because it had not yet occurred, obviously) the article predictively links that Aryan supremacist murder to acts perpetrated by a German Wings pilot in March, the butcher of   Utøya (Norway 2011), beheadings by ISIS and other terrorist excesses.

And I can’t begin to explain how I felt when I realized that the German pilot’s

Andres Lubitz - German Wings murderer

first name was “Andreas”, and then noticed that he is pictured in the Guardian article on a visit to California (see above), home of the San Adreas fault and the setting for the movie by that name.

I published a “preview” of that movie (which I still haven’t seen yet) on this site around the time that the Charleston race-hate “earthquake” took place.

The prescience implied in the links between what I wrote and the events that unfolded (and are still unfolding) is enough to excite my own narcissism: enough to make me feel that I’m special and entitled to be heeded.

Happily, I’ve learnt to manage this feeling of being special, so that I do not feel as aggrieved as I otherwise might when I think that I am being slighted.

I’ve learnt to manage my disappointment at being ignored, snubbed (by Lloyds Bank and BBC Norfolk’s Mike Liggins and David Clayton, for example) and otherwise not given the attention I believe I deserve – a sense of relative “entitlement” I have, which is based on my past achievements and the helpful contributions I believe I could make to British, Barbadian, American and other societies now and in the future.

And let me say here that the links between Charlestown, South Carolina, London, England and Bridgetown, Barbados, three countries featured most prominently in my semantic-seismological study of earthquakes is not lost on me.

Nor are the “girl God”, “Mother earth” dimensions of the Charleston killings. They include the identification of the church where the murders took place as “Mother Emmanuel”; the fact that 6 of the 9 people killed were women and the killers reported reference to the historical racist trope about black men raping white women.

According to the Guardian article, narcissistic murderers like Mohamed Emwazi and the Charleston racist typically attach their egregious acts of violence to such generalizing, “big picture” causes and rationalizations to give it (and themselves) a semblance of heroism and legitimacy.

I, on the other hand, temper my narcissistic propensities by focusing on specific, “small picture” realities. These realities underscore my interdependence with others and the necessity and soundness of the only counterbalance to the hubris that may accompany messianic, world-saving, “big ideas”: humility.

This is the kind of balanced, grounded mindfulness I sing about in my song “Small Beginnings” (see video at the top of this article). It’s the secret to my sustained optimism, resilience and non-violent activism.

So I’m in fundamental agreement with Bushman who tells the Guardian, “I’ve been studying aggression for about 30 years, and I’ve seen that the most harmful belief that a person can have is that they’re superior to others.”

Narcissists “fantasise about personal successes and believe they deserve special treatment. When they feel humiliated, they often lash out aggressively or even violently,” he says in the article.

I’m concerned that the article does not make any connections between the murderous narcissists and others who abuse fellow human beings in less lethal (at least in the short-term) ways.

Why not mention the well-documented narcissism of media personalities like the BBC’s Jimmy Savile, Jeremy Clarkson and that attributed to the DJ Liz Kershaw by Russell Joslin.

What about the narcissism of Sir Hilary Beckles, Vice Chancelor of the University of the West Indies and others campaigning for reparations for trans-Atlantic slavery without regard for the extent to which some Africans were involved in it and benefited as traders?

Indeed, while by no means condoning violence by either blacks or whites I think it helpful to note that they are narcissists on both sides, pushing against each other like tectonic plates.

Joslin’s allegations of narcissistic bullying and intimidation by Kershaw, which some believe led him to commit suicide, are particularly instructive as, if proven, they could demonstrate the long-term, indirect or ripple effect of narcissistic violence.

The Kershaw-Joslin case could therefore provide a scenario for the study of the tremors of narcissism, not just the earthquakes that grab our attention.

This could in turn lead to the development of helpful, preventative strategies before race, gender, religious or other forms of cause-cloaked narcissistic violence escalates.

As some readers will know, I’m very keen to see the development of a more holistic framework for analysing gender-based violence, having suffered a significant amount of it at the hands of some Barbadian “girl gods” myself.

(To be continued…)







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


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 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 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 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 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.


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…


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 (view that website here).



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

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 (

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?

Bob Crow’s and Tom Adams’ deaths: a Bajan-Brit movers and shakers ‘twin quakes’ perspective

(First published on in March, 2014)

For many trade unionists and politicians in Barbados and the UK, it may be at least noteworthy that “colorful and controversial” English trade union leader Bob Crow died on the 29th anniversary of the death of “colorful and controversial” Barbadian Prime Minister Tom Adams.

From this writer’s perspective, however, it is not merely noteworthy: it is positively persuasive!

And that is not just because I devoted an article published here recently to a study of how Mr Adams has been “dislocated” in the popular imaginations of Barbadians.

From where I stand, this seemingly random coincidence confirms the validity of my assessment that recent “twin earthquakes” in England and Barbados were “signs of the times”, meant to alert these twin-like nations to their need to address hidden, submerged or “substratal” phenomena that affect their geopsychic and wider stability and health.

I shared that assessment of those geographically remote but temporally intimate seismic movements and shakings in an article published here on February 22nd.

In that article I noted “the ‘submerged’ character of the two off-shore, underwater earthquakes, indicative perhaps of divine displeasure with persons dealing on the ‘down low’.”

I also sought to make clear that by using the term “down low” I was “not only referring to the double-lives lived by some homosexual males, as revealed on the Oprah Winfrey Show some years ago.”

My focus in that instance, as it is with this brief commentary on Crow’s and Adams’ lives and deaths, is “two-faced”, deliberately or unintentionally deceitful and otherwise unhelpful, identity obscuring behavior and “being”.

As I indicate in another recently published article, belatedly commemorating International Woman’s Day, my concern is “the murky issue of identity and the consequent need to avoid ivory tower ideologically motivated stereo-typing and generalizations if we are to avoid becoming cognitively, affectively and morally muddled.

” As I see it, this ground zero, “down-low” identity obscuring danger is something well all face: not just homosexual males and females or socialist ideologues like Crow and Adams.

So, from where I sit, a virtual exile from my beloved Barbados, in Norfolk, England, it is far more than a coincidence that just as the England quake was preceded roughly two days earlier by the one in Barbados, so too the English laborite and nationalist Mr Crow’s death was preceded roughly two days earlier by the death this past Sunday of veteran Barbadian laborite and nationalist Lionel Craig.

Let us set aside the politically astute nationalist Crow’s Prime Minister-like prominence on the UK’s industrial relations landscape and his reported plans to seek a ministerial appointment, rivaling UKIP, with the European Parliament for the moment.

I think it is seismically significant that Mr Craig was not only an acolyte, of sorts, to PM Adams, but was virtually his twin, officiating for him as Barbados’ acting PM on occasion.

And as before, the critical question, from my perspective, is what this twin role playing or moving and shaking might mean for other leaders, like the current successor to Adams, Barbados Prime Minister Freundel Stuart, his UK and US counterparts David Cameron and Barack Obama, and other prominent political and trade union leaders – like Barbados Workers Union General Secretary Sir Leroy Trotman (a former President of the International Confederation of Free Trade Unions and Chairman of the International Labour Organization’s Workers Group) around the world.

I could go on at length about how the workers’ ideology of the Barbados Labor Party that “identical” (more like ideological) twin-brothers Adams and Craig professed was essentially in harmony with Mr Crow’s communist thinking.

I could triangulate the inconsistencies of all three of these “colorful and controversial” movers and shakers’ preaching and practice, noting the temperamental extravagances and excesses for which the Barbados Labor Party icons Adams and Craig were known, and the arguable obesity not only of Mr Crow’s combative style of union leadership, but also the £145,000 salary he was paid for that saucy stewardship.

But I would rather use the little time I have left to give to this solid or shaky “labor of love” and “ground of being” juxtaposing matter in a more forward looking, visionary way.

I am therefore going to conclude this article by laying the groundwork for the study of political pragmatism versus prostitution that will follow it.

You might say I am hoping to make the earth move, for the reader, like the Creator, God who moves in mysterious ways, His and/or Her wonders to perform.

I have already made significant progress with an article I have been writing about emancipated and reformed Irish prostitute Rachel Moran, who has a very interesting take on how the world’s oldest profession affects its professors’ identity.

But I have yet to forensically, metaphysically and similarly (one might just say holistically) explore and assess the twin-like parallels and binary differences between the Inter American Commission on Human Rights petition I have initiated against the Barbados government on my own behalf, on one hand, and the reparations-for-trans-Atlantic slavery bid that Principal Sir Hilary Beckles of the University of the West Indies, Saint Vincent and Grenada Prime Minister, “comrade” Ralph Gonzales, and others have instigated on the behalf of Caribbean people (ostensibly), on the other hand.

As principal writer David of the Barbados Underground blog notes in an article published today, Beckles, Gonzales and other CARICOM leaders behind that project might reasonably be asked exactly whose interests they are representing, as he, like I, and many other Caribbean citizens in whose name those leaders claim to be acting have apparently not been consulted about their project.

I, for one, would like to know how my interests are being represented, not least because I name Professor Beckles, Prime Minister Stuart and others in my IACHR claim seeking reparations for intellectual property and related identity obscuring abuses I have suffered at the hands of the Barbados government.

Barbados business minister Donville Inniss, publisher Carol Pitt and a number of these “identity politics” trading ideologues have also been implicated as persons of interest in criminal complaints I have registered with England’s Serious Fraud Agency, the Intellectual Property Crime Unit, Norfolk Constabulary and, most recently, a relevant trade regulation body in the United States.

From my perspective – and the Barbados Underground editor seems to be in agreement – the CARICOM leaders’ reparation bid may be construed as something of an unsolicited “golden shower”, not unlike the unsolicited, unwanted sexual favor approximating behavior I denounced in my International Woman’s Day article. Such favors, by those professing to be “good punters” (see Moran’s open letter to the punters who think they do prostitutes a favor) do more to erase and obscure the names and identities of the persons they purport to be favoring than anything else.

Watchers of this space should therefore prepare themselves for a forthcoming rigorous study of the “rape” of workers everywhere by capitalists and communists alike, demonstrating a point I make repeatedly: labels, like “male and female”, “Communist and Capitalists”, “religious and atheistic” are of very limited use nowadays.

My goal is to help readers cultivate the critical thinking skills by which they will be able to distinguish the truly liberating work that Adams, Crow, Craig, Gonzales, Stuart, Beckles, Cameron, Obama and others did and are doing from their counterfeit, short-sighted gifts that not only rest on shifting sands but are also virtual dead ends.


In the beginning

At 15:00 on November 29, 2007, I experienced the “Martinique earthquake”, while on holiday in Barbados. It was a magnitude 7.4 earthquake with its epicentre in Fort-de-France, Martinique – hence its name.

Just under two months later, having returned to England, on Wednesday 27 February I experienced the Lincolnshire earthquake, while in the neighbouring county Norfolk, where I live currently.

That earthquake occurred at 00:56:47.8s GMT. Wikipedia informs us that according to the British Geological Survey, that quake registered a reading of 5.2 on the Richter scale with the epicentre 2.5 miles (4 km) north of Market Rasen and 15 miles (24 km) south-west of Grimsby.

As I told Barbadian historian Karl Watson recently, I have a special interest in seismology as a “semantic”, spiritual phenomenon. That interest, dating back several years before those “twin quakes” was intensified by the coincidence of experiencing them so closely, chronologically, though they occurred thousands of miles apart spatially.

That’s the background to this website and a book I’m working on, also called “Core Beliefs”.

Through these two projects I’m exploring parallels between material and spiritual foundations and peaks – like Mount Everest and Sepp Blatter’s FIFA presidency.

I’m psychically scaling the mountains and charting the valleys of human convictions and values: mapping the contours of our core beliefs, as manifested in the rise and decline of various personalities.

I’m operating on the premise that the earth is as susceptible to disease and disconnection as the human body.

According to this matrix or theory, earthquakes and other physical phenomena are the equivalent of psychosomatic illnesses.