I Was Blind But Now I See
Simon Sheppard explains gaslighting and gives his Parable of the Honey Pops
by Simon Sheppard
SOMETIMES, due to misdiagnosis or an advance in medicine, people who have been born blind or lost their sight at a very early age can suddenly regain their sight. When this happens they face another obstacle — they don’t know how to see. The condition is known as agnosia, the inability to interpret sensory input. Their brains are at once bombarded with rich visual data which they haven’t learned how to decipher. This can lead to disorientation, depression and even thoughts of suicide.
Such individuals find themselves falling back on the senses they can process, such as hearing and touch, and use them as a reference to make sense of the complex patterns their brain is receiving from their newly functioning eyes.
Optical illusions have been mentioned previously in this context — that they occur because guesses and approximations can be made much more rapidly and efficiently, and work most of the time. Distortions arise because the overhead to process for perfect accuracy is so high. Optical illusions are instances when the guesses our brains make about what is being observed do not align with reality.
This discussion of cognitive functions is a step further and beyond, because these visual misinterpretations give important clues about how our brains work. Individuals with recently restored sight report that when people move away from them, they appear to shrink in size.
Streetlights look like luminous stains on a window pane. Actually, they may be seeing accurately, while normal sight compensates for this. Depth perception is evidently learned, and this automatic adjustment in perspective gives rise to a whole class of optical illusions.
A Hallucination Engine
It’s said that we have five senses, but actually there are more — our sense of balance for one, and proprioception, the awareness we have of where parts of our body are. It’s this which gives us the ability to touch the tip of our nose with our eyes closed, and not have to take deliberate aim when we put a spoon to our mouth. There are sensory cells within the muscles.
We can think of the brain as being more than anything else a hallucination engine. The mass of neurons and their interconnections which is encased in the cranium cannot see, hear, touch or smell. Rather, various appendages containing sensory neurons – neurons of a different kind — convert stimuli into electrical impulses via synapses which the neurons in the brain receive. How does the brain interpret those signals? That is the question.
What seems to happen is that the brain receives signals and then imagines (hallucinates) to fix upon the most likely scenario based on prior information.
Some psychotropic drugs dramatically increase hallucination, notably LSD. In this model of how the brain operates, this drug causes the brain to race with its limiter off, so to speak. There are anecdotal reports that a similar effect occurs to a much lesser extent with marijuana, that it “opens a valve,” possibly in the frontal cortex, which normally inhibits the flow of certain thoughts. Hence under the influence of marijuana, wacky and sometimes obtuse and novel ideas can emerge, but also, perhaps, memories which would be best forgotten.
The Scientific Rabbit
As with vision, error-free exactitude would be intensive, slow and certainly not evolutionarily advantageous in a harsh natural environment in which hungry predators lurk. My favourite example is of a hypothetical chance mutation of rabbit. This rabbit was born with a scientific bent, and reaching maturity it embarked upon an experiment which involved sitting atop a crest with a clipboard between its paws. Its object was to measure how many rustles in the grass below were just rustles and how many were actually a fox. Of course the rabbit became a fox’s dinner well before the experiment was concluded.
This illustrates the circumstance when there is little or no evolutionary advantage in being precisely accurate. Rabbits just assume that a rustle in the grass is a predator. There is no advantage in reacting otherwise.
Women’s Natural Traits
Incidentally, a similar argument can be made regarding women’s reliance on their feelings, in other words instinctive emotion. Going back many hundreds of thousands of years, women were not selected as mates for their capacity for rational, analytical thought. Their charms lay elsewhere, and whatever advantage this feature confers for them was dwarfed by other factors.
A stronger argument exists for women having a sense of humour. A man with a sense of humour has a reproductive advantage, being better able to amuse and woo a prospective mate, his ability to charm increasing the number of progeny he is likely to have. Similarly, a woman with a sense of humour would be fun to have around, and more desirable as a long-term mate. However, we can look to the mediocre “safe humour” of female comedians, and the humourlessness of a feminized society in general, to see how that turned out.
Regular readers will know that I have come to have doubts about evolution theory, but as a working hypothesis, it works. I don’t want to be adding “putative” to every other sentence.
Mesmerised by Tampax
There is a story which I’ve told in personal conversation many times which bears repeating here. On my release from my long sentence for the Tales of the Holohoax comic book I was obliged to stay in an all-male bail hostel for many months, a record stay, but I was deemed a “high security risk.” One day, bored, and unusually, I was sitting in front of the communal TV watching some rubbish or other. The protocol was that the first person there held the remote control, and my habit was to mute the sound during advertisement breaks. One came on, and when I hit the mute button, a young man now sitting at my side complained. Moreover, I had muted the soundtrack of an advertisement for Tampax.
Why had he complained? By silencing the TV I had interrupted his hypnosis, his suspension of thought, and his brain was forced to awaken from its comfortable, passive and practically comatose state. The brain consumes quite a lot of energy; his had to think, to work.
The term gaslighting derives from a 1940 British film which was itself based on a play by Patrick Hamilton. It was remade in a more dramatic Hollywood version in 1944. The wife, played in the later film by Ingrid Bergman, is tricked into disbelieving her own memories and perceptions, and into believing that she is going insane. In popular use today, the term has been summarised as the media attitude, ‘Don’t believe your lying eyes, believe us.’
The ‘Windrush affair’ shall be cited as a specific instance of what people mean today by ‘gaslighting.’ I’m told that the media is still going on about it now, but the coverage was intense during several weeks in 2018. Gross media amplification took place, with hours of TV commentary and thousands of words in newspaper columns. Something under two hundred people, possibly fewer than a hundred, who arrived in Britain in the years after World War II, were returned to their ancestral homeland. Putting this in context, the non-white population of England and Wales is now well over six million.
According to the orthodox media it was a “Windrush scandal” and a “deportation crisis” and the waves of puff and bluster led to a ministerial resignation. It’s hardly necessary to add that certain very pertinent facts were never mentioned. It’s also safe to assume that no reference was ever made to the policies which nationalists advocate as being in the best interests of the British people.
Who would imagine, amid all the hand-wringing and recriminations over a few score Jamaicans “wrongfully repatriated,” that all of it (and much else) directly followed from the collusion of a ‘Jewish Cousinhood’ decades previously? The background to the Empire Windrush was very ably documented by “Andrew Joyce” in a article for the Occidental Observer website (www.theoccidentalobserver.net) in 2015. Who, immersed in the mainstream narrative, could ever conceive the real origin of the affair? Without the superb work of people like Joyce (not his real name by the way), we would be even deeper in the dark than we are.
The Parable of the Honey Pops
Suppose, as a sort of parable, that I always ate cornflakes for breakfast. I had only vaguely heard of Honey Pops, indeed they were a distant land to me. One day I go to the supermarket to buy cornflakes and milk as usual and find that Honey Pops are on Super Special Offer, only a fraction of their normal price and less than the cornflakes I was intending to buy. So, thinks I, I’ll give them a try.
These Honey Pops are great! So tasty are they that I stop buying cornflakes altogether, and even better, this Super Special Offer seems to be lasting an awfully long time. There must be a world-wide glut of Pops or something. Anyway, I don’t care about that, Honey Pops are very nice, and it gets to the point where I simply can’t imagine eating anything other than Honey Pops for breakfast.
Finally one fateful day I go to the supermarket and the Super Special Offer has been withdrawn! Now Honey Pops are more than twice the price of cornflakes. It isn’t fair I say, and demand that I be allowed to buy Honey Pops under the previous terms. Moreover the manager of the supermarket backs me up, wanting to continue his brisk trade in Honey Pops, and he agrees that after all this time the manufacturer has no right to demand the full price. Somehow he persuades the Honey Pops’ manufacturer to extend the Super Special Offer indefinitely so I can continue to enjoy Honey Pops for breakfast every morning.
The fact that the Super Special Offer only arose in extraordinary circumstances and that the manufacturer of Honey Pops is now operating at a loss is irrelevant to me. My enjoyment of Honey Pops in the morning is all that matters.
Of course eventually the supply of Honey Pops comes to an end, because no business can operate at a loss forever. Nothing can persist when output exceeds input. Which, cutting to the quick, is just about where we are now.
I have always been a bit of a maverick, probably chiefly due to my troubled upbringing. Even so, I have to confess that I was fully gaslit up until about 1992, at which time I was a squatter in the centre of Amsterdam doing experiments on girls. It was my experimental results which woke me to the truth. Once I realised the huge lie of “sexual equality,” that males and females are the same save for a few reproductive features, it was a logical step to question what else is thoroughly misrepresented in the received narrative. As it turns out, practically everything.
The cabal that controls the media has the ability to create myths, romanticise and religify. In short, they play on our emotions in a manner and to a degree which is unprecedented in history. They can, indeed have, created a fantasy world which seems superficially attractive but is really neither possible nor desirable.
Through decades of media gaslighting, the great mass of people have lost their ability to see. The moving images of film and TV are like an intravenous shot into the consciousness. We – people who love truth, of whatever label – need to be secure and confident in our own minds to resist the false reality the propaganda media is inflicting on us.
If someone parrots a media platitude, we should smile knowingly and ask them, “Do you really believe that?” Sometimes the speed at which they will back-track is surprising. However, most people simply go along with the majority view, or what the media leads them to think is the majority view. Thus the media’s portrayal of what the majority believes becomes an abnormal conventionality to which most people adhere.
By the ubiquity and sheer volume of its output, the media preconditions our brains to interpret our perceptions and experiences in the manner they desire. Plus, that manner is portrayed as the norm. These two factors – preconditioning and inventing a false consensus – go a long way toward explaining how the fantasy world is created and maintained, and why the false perspectives are so recalcitrant. After all, the vast majority of optical illusions become no clearer for staring at them. They exploit how we have learned to see since babyhood, and those cues and protocols cannot easily be unlearned.
How will the future play out? No one can say for sure. Certainly logos will ultimately prevail – for it to be otherwise, the laws of nature would have to be torn asunder, requiring a sort of sci-fi-like transport to another dimension. My suspicion is that the inevitable and now looming fiat money collapse will be our salvation. The dramatic fall in living standards and painful readjustment will be traumatic for many, but that event will open the gates to allow reality to come crashing in.
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