So, we geocache.Not as much as we used to, but over 15 years ago my family and I began the sport and really got into it for a while.Geocaching involves using a GPS to find a hidden object (“cache”) so that you can log the find.It’s all in good fun.The organization that hosts the website also offers the chance to log “trackables”—these are objects with a unique identifier that you sometimes find in caches and you get credit for logging your find.There are no prizes involved.We started several of these “travel bugs” ourselves, years ago.If you started one you got an email when someone logged it, and you could see how far around the world your little bug had gone.For many years we’ve not heard much about any of ours and assumed them to be MIA.
Recently I started getting several email notices about a resurrected travel bug.It was as if someone had finally found a cache somewhere deep in the Sahara where it’d been hidden for a decade.Then I had an email from a fellow cacher, in German.I figured it must be serious.The message was that a Facebook page was publishing trackable numbers so that anyone could claim to have found them.One of ours was on that list.I went to the page to look.It said, “Let’s face it, it’s all about the numbers.”And they proceeded to list hundreds of numbers so that you could claim to have “found” the pieces with your posterior solidly sunk in your favorite chair.This is annoying not only because we had to pay for the trackable dogtags, but also because it was cheating.I said as much on the page only to have my comment blocked.
How sad is it when people cheat at a game when there’s no gain?All they do is claim to have done something they haven’t, for no prize or recognition.A fun family pastime falls victim to the internet.Ironically, geocaching was really only possible because of the internet.It required a place where players could log their finds in a common database.Facebook, continuing its potential for misuse, allows someone to spoil it.I, along with my unknown German counterpart, reported the page to the powers that be.But since we live in a world where the powers that be don’t recognize any rules beyond inflating their own numbers, I shouldn’t be too optimistic of any results.I guess this is how Republicans play games.
Some books take you to strange places.Not all of them are fiction.I began Nightmares with the Bible as a way of understanding the many, disparate ideas of demons I encounter in popular culture.(I can’t tell you too much about my conclusions, otherwise you wouldn’t be tempted to buy the book!)One of those nagging questions is: what does “based on a true story” mean?I’ve known of Walter Wink’s powers trilogy for many years.Because of my research I’ve now settled down to read Unmasking the Powers (number two, for those keeping count).This book will take you into strange places.Wink was very much a Christian in his outlook and orientation.At the same time, he raises questions I’ve had other Christians put to me—were the “gods” of other nations, as in the Bible, real?That word real is slippery, and Wink tries to hold onto it.
Unmasking the Powers is a kind of systematic exploration of the various “spirits” found in the universe we inhabit.One of these is the Devil, and although Wink doesn’t see him as necessarily a “being,” neither does he find the Bible making him entirely evil.Indeed, one of the great conundrums of monotheistic belief is theodicy; how is it possible to justify the goodness of a single, all-powerful deity in a world with so much suffering?Wink approaches this question from an angle we might not anticipate.He then deals with demons.Since this is my subject in Nightmares, I found his discussion apt.And yet again, strange.Powers emanate from the institutions we create (you might have correctly guessed this was the book I wrote about on Tuesday).Wink is willing to challenge materialism and take such powers seriously.
Finding a new perspective when we’ve been reared in a materialistic one, can be difficult.For those of us raised religious, there was an inherent schizophrenia involved.Our teachers told us of a mechanistic universe, but had Bibles on their desks.(Yes, this was public school, but let’s not kid ourselves.)While physics taught us everything could be quantified, church taught us that spirit couldn’t.At least not by any empirical means.Wink will unblinkingly take you there.He offers both scientific and spiritual points of view on these entities, although he tries to refrain from calling them such.Still, he records many people who have seen angels.And although quantum entanglement wasn’t really known when he wrote this book, if it had been, Wink would’ve been nodding his head.
A story in Discover back in December discusses cave drawings from Indonesia.Dating back almost 40,000 years before the creation of the world, these cave paintings represent the oldest yet discovered.The interesting thing about such cave art is the representation of figures—both human and animal—that are instantly recognizable.Scientists studying the art are able to identify likely species, but, as John Morehead pointed out on his Theofantastique Facebook post, there are also fantastical beasts.We might call them monsters.It’s interesting to see how scientific writers shift from their awe at life-like illustration to a nearly palpable embarrassment when the creatures become mythical.Indeed, the article itself suggests such figures point to a very early sense of either fiction or spirituality.The monstrous and religion have long trod parallel paths and we are only now beginning to explore the implications.
Monsters are beings over which we have no control.They don’t abide by human rules and often the only recourse against them is religious.When monsters come knocking, it’s often wise to drop to your knees.Or at least reach for your crucifix.Many rationalists like to claim that human civilization developed without religion.The discoveries at sites such as Göbekli Tepe gainsay that assessment, indicating that humans first gathered for religious reasons and agriculture and all the rest followed from that.Perhaps they came together for fear of monsters?That’s only a guess, but I recall the defensive tower of Jericho.The archaeologist lecturing us as we stood by this neolithic structure asked “What were they afraid of?”He never answered that question.
Bringing monsters into the discussion isn’t an attempt to make light of these significant discoveries.Rather, we need to learn to appreciate the fact that monsters are serious business.Religion, whether or not literally true, is important.Civilization has been running the opposite direction for some time now.When surveys emerge demonstrating that the vast majority of the world’s population is still religious, analysts frown.It does make me wonder, however, if nature itself programs us this way.To other sentient creatures who experience us as predators, humans must look monstrous.We come in a variety of colors and textures (clothing), we smell of deodorant, shampoo, soap, aftershave, or none of the above.We emit strange sounds (our music).Are we not the monsters of the natural world?And should animals develop religion, would we not be one of the causes?It’s just a guess, but I need to sit in my cave and think about it for a while.
I was searching for someone on the internet (surprisingly, not myself).Since this individual didn’t have much of a platform, I looked at MyLife.com.Such sites draw in the curious and you soon end up paying (I suspect) for any salacious information such as arrest or court records.In any case, what stood out is that we all presumably have a meter on the site that shows whether we’re good or bad.It’s like a Leonard Cohen song.Call me old-fashioned, but that’s what religion used to do.Some forms of Christianity (Calvinism comes to mind) tell you that you can never be good enough.Others are more lax (Episcopalians come to mind), as long as you go to mass enough and feel some guilt for misdeeds, you’ll get in.All the various groups, however, have metrics by which you’re measured, largely based on what you believe.
The odd thing—or one of the odd things—about religion is that it is now categorized as what you believe.Historically religions began as a kind of bellwether of what you do rather than what you believe.The two are related, of course.The motivation behind an action might well be good while the end result is less so.Secular justice regularly seeks to answer the question of why someone did something.Was there malice involved?Aforethought?Was it an unfortunate accident?Religion drives over this ground too.Without getting into the many shades of gray that are morality, value judgments as to the goodness or badness of an action (or a person) were traditionally the purview of religion.
The internet itself has become a kind of god.We turn to it for all kinds of answers.It’s both a Bible and encyclopedia rolled into one.When we want to know something about someone we google them.Some of us have tried to control the narrative about ourselves by making websites.(This, of course, presumes others will be interested in us.)Social media also injects us into larger arteries of traffic.People judge us by what we post or tweet.Often without ever meeting us or getting to know who we really are behind our physical walls.So this person I searched had left little to find.Scraps here and there.I didn’t believe everything I saw on MyLife.After all, not everyone wants to subject her or himself to the constant scrutiny of the connected world.Maybe it’s a religious thing.
I’m reading a book written in the mid-1980s.(All will become clear eventually.)The author notes the connection between social madness and personal mental illness.He cites the alarming rise of teen suicides.This was over three decades ago.Suicide rates have continued to climb, and this particular author got me to thinking about something that troubled me even as an undergrad.Although I went to college intending to be a minister, I ranged widely in the subjects I studied.(Being a religion major in those days allowed for quite a bit of flexibility.)I took enough courses in psychology to have minored in it, if I had declared it.Since my mind was set on church work I saw no reason to make said declaration.The thing that troubled me was I had also taken sociology classes.
Like most people who grew up in uneducated households, I suspect, sociology was something I’d never heard about.Asking what it was, in college, someone answered along the lines of “psychology of groups.”My own experience of it was that it involved math and graphs—it was a soft science, after all—and now I read sociologists who say that such numbers can be made to declare what the sociologist wishes.In other words, psychology.The point of all of this is that the book I’m reading suggests societies exhibiting illness cause individuals to be sick. Sociology leads to psychology.In times of national turmoil, individual mental illnesses rise.I had to pause and put the book down.The eighties weren’t a picnic, but the national madness of the Trump era bears no comparison.We are a nation gone mad, and when society can’t project health, the many who stand on the brink of individual mental illness simply get pushed over.That sure makes sense of what I’m seeing.
Looking back, I often think I should’ve probably declared that minor.Raised in a strong biblical environment, however, I wanted to learn as much about the Good Book as possible.I was teaching Greek by my last year in college and in seminary I specialized in the Hebrew Bible.It would’ve been a natural place to continue studying psychology.By that point I’d decided to go on to a doctorate, and psychology required medical training.For a guy as squeamish as me that wasn’t possible.Ancient languages, though, they were something I could handle.It’s rather frightening that those writing at that time already saw America (in the Reagan years, I might add) teetering towards national insanity.We’ve gone far beyond that now.And a society that doesn’t know it’s ill will sacrifice many individuals who realize that it is.
I was a teenage Methodist.Or, I should say, a teenage United Methodist.My family had moved to a town where there were no Fundamentalist churches.Indeed, the only Protestant church was the UMC.Although very aware of religion, I hadn’t studied it deeply at that point—I’ve come to understand a bit better the marketplace of Christianties and how it works in a capitalist society.The thing is, the more I learned about John Wesley and the Methodist movement, the more I saw how well it aligned with my own thinking and experience.I became an Episcopalian largely because John Wesley never left that tradition and urged his followers in the same direction.Of course, the “United” in United Methodism was due to mergers during the ecumenical period when Christians were learning to overlook differences and a strong base remained from which to draw.
The news has come out that the United Methodist Church has decided to split over the issue of homosexuality.Most major Protestant denominations have made their peace, albeit uneasily, with the issue.They recognized that while a source of guidance in spiritual matters the Bible’s a little outdated on its scientific understanding.If God had revealed evolution to good old Moses things might’ve been a bit different.We now know that homosexuality isn’t a “choice”—it is found in nature, and not rarely.Homo sapiens (if I’m allowed to use that phrase) have developed in such a way that sexuality is a main preoccupation of religions.Some animal species are monogamous and in our case many cultures adopted this as conducive to an ordered society.Then it became codified in some sacred writings.
While homosexuality is mentioned in the Bible, every book of that Bible has a context.Like it or not, close, serious study of Scripture raises questions you just don’t get if you read only authors who think the same way you do.It is far easier to do that—who doesn’t like being right?—but thinking seldom gains credibility by never being challenged.Iron sharpens iron, someone once said.The emotion behind the issue, I suspect, is driven by a couple of things: fear of that which is different, and the inability to see the Bible as anything but “da rules.”In those cases where the rules contradict one another you just have to choose.At least in Christianity.In Judaism they ended up with the Talmud.In any case, we’re now seeing the fracturing of society based on party lines.We could always use a few more choices, I guess, for competition is what spiritual capitalism is all about.
According to the New York Times (I don’t have a link, but Google will bring it up), nighttime drone formations have been reported by law enforcement in the Midwest.These obviously precision formations fly over small towns and prairies in Nebraska and Colorado.Now, I write what I consider to be horror fiction, but this is downright scary.We know our government is keeping tabs on us using all kinds of technology, and this could be a government program.It could also, as the article points out, be the mapping project of some corporation (which can be scarier even than the government), seeking natural resources to exploit.Twice this past year I’ve spotted mapping cars with their camera-stalks protruding from their roofs, multiple spider-eyes recording roads and their surroundings.Smile—you’re on candid camera!
At least you could see this kind.
Please don’t think that I suppose myself important enough to be spied upon.Heck, I can’t even get job interviews and my books don’t sell.Still, I am concerned about surveillance.I’ve seen articles suggesting that facial recognition software is now being used by some governments (notably China’s) for keeping track of “people of interest.”I’m more a person of disinterest, but I thought nothing of pausing long enough for the camera at Heathrow customs to record my face and scan my passport as I entered the UK in June.Coming back the same thing happened in Newark.And people wonder why I won’t go into the full body scanners at the airport.Some bits of personal information, particularly those down south, I’d like to keep out of government hands.
Watching the X-Files again has reawakened my suspicion that there are too many secrets.Yes, I know the X-Files are fiction.Still, we know black budgets are as real as the electronic money our banks tell us we have.And some places aren’t even accepting cash any more.I have no idea why fleets of drones may be flying over the Midwest, but the fact that it’s happening at night raises all kinds of worries.The X-Files had us looking for UFOs, but drones come from a far more threatening species.Technology has no controls built in.Kids these days can run virtual circles (and very precise ones at that) around my generation.Listening to them talk tech makes me think English might be a foreign language after all.Nobody requires a permit to fly over your head and take a look.While they’re up there, I wonder if I could convince them to take some pictures of my roof.Those on Google maps don’t give enough resolution to tell the roofers where they should focus next.