WAITING FOR THE ELECTRICIAN–OR SOMEONE LIKE HIM

As he (Mcluhan) often noted, the electronic medium makes the world
into one great tribal village where privacy (of early Christianity) is no
longer possible.

Towards the end of his life, Mcluhan pushed this speculation even
further. In “Tomorrow’s Church: Fourth conversation with Pierre Babin”
(1977) he made the following startling observation:

“In a certain way, I also think that this could be the time of
the Antichrist. When electricity allows for the simultaneity of
all information for every human being, it is Lucifer’s moment.
He is the greatest electrical engineer. Technically speaking,
the age in which we live is certainly favorable to an Antichrist.
Just think: each person can instantly be tuned to a ‘new Christ’
and mistake him for the real Christ.”

The crucial thing needed in this period, is not the ability to see
a new concept but rather to feel a particular “frequency”. As Mc-
luhan notes in the final paragraph of ‘the Medium and the Light’,
“At such times it becomes crucial to hear properly and to tune
yourself to the right frequency.”

While the collective mass is caught up today in the old trance of
visual images in a non-visual time, the “frequency” of Marshall
Mcluhan resonates with a message more urgent than ever. Is it a
tiny little radio station broadcasting to no one, or will a new gen-
eration “tune” in to hear and feel rather than see?

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A LITTLE MISDIRECTION HELPS

Trisha was lying with her legs crooked over the end of the couch. She was
wearing shorts and halter.

If I went for girls, I could really go for this one, Sheri was thinking.

“What you need is an inflatable body guard.” Trisha said. “One of those
blow-up virile young studs who look tough and scare off other mammalian
aggressors.”

Sheri had been accosted on the street, and she was somewhat upset.

“I should have thought of that before going to Carolina’s. Anyway, I could
hardly saunter down Locust dragging a rubber Rambo.”

“A little misdirection helps. You succeed through symbolism. Hitmen for
Ialdabaoth have been hanging around my family for generations, ever since
they ran Araunah off the threshing floor.”

Sheri considered this in puzzlement. “Come again?”

“Thank you, I’m sure I will. A second coming, as it were.”

“Tell me what you’re talking about.”

“I’ll tell you a story, but first a little song and dance,” Trisha said, swinging
her legs up and off the couch.

STAB YOUR DEMONIAC SMILE TO MY BRAIN!

“Wait,” I said. “When I was coming down here, I kept hearing the line
of a poem, ‘Stab your demoniac smile to my brain!’ It was night. You
were there. The Mauvaise Arts Ball. Something happened that night.
Something…in Jerusalem.” Then I remembered. The Temple of Aphrodite.

“Oh, that,” she smiled. “it was just something that happened to two people.”

“Who? Who were those two people?”

I wanted her to stay. I wanted her so much. I thought I would burst into flame.

She smiled even brighter. A face that would launch a thousand aircraft carriers
I thought.

“Maybe it was my mother and Jack Parsons,” she said.

Then her face became totally expressionless.

“Or maybe it was you and me. Or maybe some of all of the above.”

The copper door slammed behind her and I was alone.

GOO-GOO G’JOOB

…seeping into popular culture…conspiring against you…

TRISHA & HERMES–ON THE CASE

“Craig’s most recent job before going to work for Oral Jerry Swagger had
been more boring, but easier. He had been employed by a government
department as a fabricator of documents for release under the Freedom
of Information Act. There he had had more control, because he got to see
all the available records ahead of time. There were no surprises, at least with
respect to the files. Once he had a clear picture of what was available, he would
go to work: altering a sentence here, inserting a paragraph there. Though illegal,
the result could be explosively effective: the recipient of the information lived
with the fantasy he was using the FOIA to force the government to expose the
truth, and consequently had all his guards down when slipped a doctored document.”

GREAT EXPECTATIONS

Marshall Mcluhan:

“Only the small secrets need to be protected. The big ones are kept secret
by public incredulity.”

…the electronic universe “an unholy imposter…a blatant manifestation of
the anti-Christ.”

THE SHORT LIST

(in order of importance)

Members include: Paul Cain, Mark Joyner, Benny Hinn, Bob Doyle,
William Casey, George Bush, Pat Buchanan…

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