Cult of Doom- A Glance at Metacognitive Neuroses

How much talk have you heard of 2012 and the doomsday scenarios that have been circulated around mass media? I can think of at least three conversations with coworkers, Joey and Jane Sixpack, in the last three months that expounded on the impending apocalypse, and each member of the usually silent stone gray but sticky plastic lunch table had an opinion to offer. Web bots, religious writings, thousand mile long asteroids and ancient alien overtakings and climate controlled disasters all became instant buzz words for the next couple of weeks around the office. Why did they pay such detailed attention to the potential the fall of man?

There are many explanations from various disciplines. Many branches of philosophy and much scientific work regarding fear and primal instinct has shown man to be inherently drawn to the id driven impulses to dominate, destroy, and observe. To complicate things, when talking of the doomsday scenario as a future event, the thinker is able to remove themselves emotionally from their own schema of the disaster and stir up their secret subterranean consciously concealed images of doom and despair and running blood from their neighbors driveway. Thoughts we secretly wish to partake in, some say, while others conjure the mere act of seeing such imagery captivates us and catches our attention (walk by the video game section on your next visit to Blockbuster).

The 2012 fascination is also interesting because of our complete faith in the so called Mayan Doomsday Calendar. So often in so many aspects of our current, 21st century and still double wrapping that double cheeseburger culture we are quick to dismiss ancient wisdom and cast the writings and teachings of ancient cultures and religions and Dionysian bang cults as complete fallacy. Besides the academics the majority of people know nothing about the ways and beliefs of man within a hundred years of their time. But now, for some reason, we have adopted an ancient South American Indian’s astrology (shout out to my psychic readers) and hold it, in many respects, as an absolute truth. Why not ancient Celtic astrological predictions, Ouija board messages  or the Mormons for that matter?

The end is coming, this will happen, you need to be afraid, that is all you need to know. Forget the Bible, the Quran, the teachings of the Buddha and Gandhi and Mother Theresa and the various thousand plus year old traditions that have guided throngs of man through their time on Earth. Let alone our own perceptions and intuitions, our own inclinations to do good and move on and not buy into mass marketed money ploys, say goodbye to those too.

Digital man’s current state of affairs provides an interesting vantage point to give face to the apocalypse fetish. An important aspect of the puzzle is how man, on the globally connected level, operates. What do we know as consumers and connected members of the ephemeral web? Blurbs. Blurbs of what? Blurbs of clean cut words and vague ideas about any internet-deemed newsworthy piece of fodder that comes across the screen. Most are forgotten in under fifteen minutes, but imprints add up and stalactites fatten over the rain season.

The HBO Package of stimuli Joey and Jane receive on a daily basis stir them towards a feeling of paranoia, fear, and discouragement. Death, murder, rape, tsunamis, hurricanes, the economy, twisted child molesters and made for TV movies about the “facebook killer.” It is important to be vigilant and I in no way downplay any of these terrible happenings, but when portrayed en masse as they are in today’s world the viewer becomes overwhelmed, numbed yet fearful, curious but apathetic. We fear the world we live in, and the 2012 event allows our global psychology, the noosphere, to attach itself to a tangible, still attainable cataclysmic date and time. The  numbers 12/21/2012 instill concern into the heart and run dollops of salty sweat down the forehead, just like feeding a dog a bone. Our own consciousness is connected into the web of our fellow man whether we like it or not, and this chain has manifested a tide of bone chilling and agoraphobia inducing terror over the last toc of the clock.

The material age craves the end of the world like an intricately composed opiate derivative. It is a sick and twisted irony, and unfortunately I doubt it will ever come to light. We will wish and wonder and run fantastic mental slideshows of our last heroic moments before the Christ’s emergence, but none will ever be movie scripted. Stick to your day jobs, and keep paying your bills.

Love and Be well

HD

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