INTRODUCTION
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Undreaming Wetiko:
Breaking the Spell of the Nightmare Mind-Virus
A Thumbnail Sketch of Wetiko
I’ve been writing about wetiko in one way or another for over twenty years. I guess you could say that I consider it an important enough topic to devote the rest of my life to trying to capture and elucidate this concept in words. When I wrote my first book, The Madness of George W. Bush: A Reflection of Our Collective Psychosis, in the early 2000s, I wasn’t overly familiar with what Native Americans call wetiko, having just learned about it from writer, scholar, and political activist Jack D. Forbes, in his 1979 book Columbus and Other Cannibals: The Wetiko Disease of Exploitation, Imperialism, and Terrorism. I was intimately familiar with its workings, however. That first book was all about wetiko, though I referred to it by a different name, having coined the term malignant egophrenia, or ME disease. I remember writing the book as an attempt to keep myself sane in the midst of a world gone mad. That time now seems like the good old days compared to the madness that is now playing out in this wetiko-riddled world of ours some twenty years later. The seeds for all of my future writings on wetiko as well as on quantum physics and the important relationship between the two are found in this first book of mine.
Forbes’ book on wetiko is based on the idea that for thousands of years, humanity, which exhibits all the characteristics of a truly deluded species, has been suffering from a psycho-spiritual disease that is far worse than any physical malady it has ever suffered through: the plague of wetiko. Forbes felt that the real history of the world is the story of the epidemiology of this plague, a history that until now had been left unwritten due to our unawareness of what has actually befallen us. Forbes’ exposition on wetiko finally answered the question of why our species has become so incredibly self- and other-destructive.
In his analysis of this mind-virus, Forbes considers wetiko to be the greatest catalytic force of evolution ever known—and I would add not known—to humanity. Just like a symbol in a dream, wetiko reflects something back to us about ourselves, if only we have the eyes to see. Wetiko, a form of death that “takes on” life, is at the same time a living revelation, revealing something that is of the utmost importance for us to know at this time.
In dealing with wetiko, we are dealing with a mystery. Wetiko has no intrinsic, independent existence (separate from the mind, that is), which is to say that it has no substantial existence from its own side; and yet it can wreak unimaginable havoc and even kill us. It is amazing—mind-blowing, in fact—that wetiko, by whatever name it is called, has been pointed at by virtually all the world’s wisdom traditions as being the very thing that is at the root of our worst troubles., and yet relatively few people have even heard of it (though these days more and more are).
The genesis of wetiko is to be found deep within our minds. It is a dreaming phenomenon, which is to say that it is something that in my language we are dreaming up, both collectively, in the world, and in our individual minds.
When we see our situation as if it’s a dream and interpret it as such—which is to say, symbolically—one thing becomes clear: humanity (which is the dreamer of the dream) seems practically uneducable in that we stubbornly persist in doubling down on our unconscious mistakes instead of learning from them. When we don’t get the message from a dream, we insure that the dream will reoccur in a more and more amplified form, until we finally recognize what it is symbolically revealing to us and change our perspective and behavior accordingly. The question naturally arises: what will it take for us to get the message?
It’s as if there is something in our unconscious that seems to be intent on preventing us from learning the lessons of our mistakes, as if there is something within us that is invested in keeping us asleep at all costs. The spiritual teacher Gurdjieff pointed out that humanity isn’t asleep in an ordinary way, but has fallen into a “hypnotic sleep” in which our state of stupefaction continually regenerates itself within our minds. This situation made Gurdjieff conjecture about whether there was some sort of force (wetiko!) that profits from keeping us entrapped in a mesmerized state, thereby stopping us from seeing the truth of our circumstances and remembering who we really are.
In any case, this mysterious something seems to thwart any deep exploration into its workings. It’s as if wetiko has its own propaganda department dedicated to keeping itself hidden. More than anything, wetiko hates to be outed, as it only has power when it works in the shadows of our minds. It avoids the light of awareness like the plague.
Interestingly, the final verse of the Qur’an (Surah 114), which in Islam is considered to be the voice of God, is warning about wetiko. This holy book refers to the wetiko spirit, depending upon the translation, as “the slinking prompter,” “the lurking (or retreating) whisperer,” and other similar phrases. The slinking prompter/whisperer secretly and insidiously works through stealth and subterfuge, invisibly creeping into and prompting evil in people’s hearts under the cover of the darkness of the unconscious. The Qur’an correlates the slinking prompter with evil, and connects its perfidious presence to when we forget and fail to take refuge in God, which is another way of saying that we unknowingly empower and open the door to this corrupting influence when we don’t remember our true nature. This slinking prompter can’t stand (nor stand up to) the light of conscious awareness, however, as it immediately retreats—slinking away—when it is seen, which is an expression of its intrinsic feebleness when we are awake to its (and our) true nature.
Wetiko has myriad ways of derailing any serious investigation into its nature. Oftentimes, for example, I’ll meet a person or a group of people who seem genuinely interested in wetiko and want to learn more. They’ll ask me a couple of questions and then, after hardly any time at all, they think they’ve got it and feel they sufficiently understand what it’s all about—an attitude that short-circuits any deeper inquiry into realizing the endlessly mind-blowing revelation that is wetiko. When this plays out, instead of them “getting” the radical nature of wetiko, wetiko has “gotten” them. I have come up with a name for this syndrome: premature comprehension delusion, or PCD. This is one of multiple strategies that wetiko uses to hide itself from being seen so as to further propagate its phantomlike pseudo-existence throughout the field of human consciousness.
It is not only helpful, but necessary to create new words, phrases, and acronyms to name these unconscious and heretofore invisible processes in order to anchor them in our consciousness so that they can be more easily seen. This is the power of the word in action, as naming something has a seemingly magical effect that bestows on us a power over the thing or process that is named. Language is an ever-evolving medium that continually needs to be updated to keep up with our expanding consciousness. Language is not merely descriptive (describing a world that is separate from us), but is actually creative in that it has an effect on creating our experience of both the world and ourselves.
From my point of view, oftentimes these people have less than a 1 percent understanding of the multidimensional, quantum, dreamlike nature of this elusive mind-virus, and yet after only a few minutes of the briefest introduction to it they have already decided and convinced themselves that they comprehend it. If wetiko is seen as an underground creature, it’s as if they see its most superficial appendage appearing above ground and think they see the whole beast. In trying to put the mystery of wetiko in a cage of limited understanding, the bird, wetiko, has, so to speak, flown, and their curiosity about this mystery goes out the window with it.
Fitting wetiko in the box of our existing understanding practically insures that we won’t see it, as wetiko, by its very nature, necessarily operates outside our ordinary conception of things. Seeing wetiko necessarily demands that we step out of the limited, partial, fragmented viewpoint of the separate self and see more wholistically; it’s a stance in which we recognize our interconnection with the whole, with the rest of the universe. This is to say that seeing wetiko is a transformative experience that radically changes us.
Of course, thinking we apprehend the whole when we encounter only one of wetiko’s multiple aspects is a manifestation of the underhanded workings of this mind-virus. Tragically, such a limited and solidified idea about wetiko misses the whole point, not to mention insures that in our closed-mindedness we are unwittingly becoming a vector for wetiko to insinuate itself even more deeply in our individual minds and in the world.
I’ve witnessed how some people, after hearing about wetiko, say they don’t “resonate” with it. This makes me think that they might not resonate with wetiko, but wetiko is resonating with them. Some simply conflate wetiko with the shadow, with the lower self or with evil (in its simply “bad” aspect). All of these are partial facets of wetiko, but to think this is what wetiko is would be like the proverb about the blind person touching one part of an elephant (say, the trunk) and thinking that an elephant is like a snake. Wetiko has many facets and faces. How it manifests depends on who is looking. Though readily appearing in its most negative, destructive form, wetiko has encoded within it a hidden treasure. It is my hope that this book in some way helps us unlock this treasure.
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Though wetiko is a truly multidimensional, many-faceted, and profound idea, its fundamental essence is really simple to understand. In my previous work I’ve referred to wetiko as ME disease, a misidentification of who we think we are. This is to say that the process of identification, of who we think we are, is at the root of wetiko.
Who we identify as is oftentimes an unconscious process that when you get right down to it is a made-up construct (a construction) of our mind. We tend to conceive of our sense of identity as a given, as something concrete and written in stone, as nonnegotiable and objectively true, but it is actually anything but. Our sense of identity is not fixed at all, but is rather a creative process that we are participating in, shaping each and every moment.
Who do we think we are? This is a real question, one that implies that our sense of identity is related to our thinking, to the mind itself. Our subjective experience of identity is quite malleable and is a function of our mind, which is to say we are actively participating in the moment-by-moment creation of our experience of identity. Not only is our sense of identity a function of our mind, but our mind is a function of our identity. In other words, who we think we are has a radical effect on our mind. Our sense of identity molds us, while we are at the same time continuously crafting our identity. What we don’t want is to let wetiko forge our identity for us.
Because wetiko disease basically means to have fallen into a state of mistaken identity, the best medicine for wetiko is to know who we are. When we connect with our authentic self, with our true nature, we discover that our nature is naturally creative. To remember who we really are is to connect with our creativity; and in a positive feedback loop that generates abundant life, to express oneself creatively deepens our knowledge of who we truly are and further reveals our essential nature.
Since the root essence of the wetiko mind-virus is not knowing one’s true nature, not recognizing who we truly are, this then insures that our true nature, instead of expressing itself creatively in service to ourself and others, will be channeled destructively in a limited and uncreative way that drains our life force. If we don’t mobilize our creative resources, wetiko is more than happy to use our inner assets in a way that serves its agenda rather than our own true nature. Instead of endlessly tapping into our source and re-sourcing and refreshing ourselves, our own natural reserves get turned against us in a way that creates a nightmare, just like the one we are currently dreaming up in the world.
I’d like to introduce the term nightmare mind-virus as a synonym for wetiko. This coinage feels right, as it captures an aspect of this virus of the mind that adds to and complements the name wetiko. The nightmare mind-virus is the deviant psychic factor that’s at the bottom of our unconscious creation of a real-life nightmare in our world. Finding the name for what is afflicting us is like a deliverance from a nightmare.
I like how the word nightmare refers to and implies dreaming. Nightmares are an unmediated expression and symbol of the darker and unintegrated parts of our unconscious having their way with us. This is precisely what the nightmare mind-virus of wetiko does when it gains the upper hand in our psyche and in our world, and runs amok. By teaching us how nightmares work, the nightmare mind-virus can potentially empower us to transform and stop dreaming up the nightmare we are living through. Multidimensional phenomenon like wetiko have inspired many names throughout history, yet any one name can’t possibly capture all of its multiple aspects. And so to find the name for this parasite of the mind that we are dealing with is important, for it helps us get a handle on it and how it operates.
Our true nature, our true identity—who we really are—is impervious to wetiko’s pernicious influence. Wetiko can’t take over, possess, or have any effect on our true nature, which is not an object that can be possessed by wetiko or by anything else, for that matter. For this reason, wetiko’s strategy is to set up a counterfeit version—a simulation—of who we are, which it then tricks us into identifying with. Wetiko can’t stand it (for it then has no place to stand) when we identify with our true nature, as it then has nothing to sink its fangs into. Wetiko has no creativity on its own, but is a master impersonator—we can conceive of it as aping the Divine.
The Apocryphon of John calls wetiko “the counterfeiting spirit” (the antimimon pneuma). A master mime, wetiko literally masquerades as ourselves. This counterfeiter plugs into our own innate creativity in order to conjure up a stunted image of oneself as limited, wounded, and beset with all kinds of problems (or the opposite, as inflated and grandiose). This psychic snake-oil salesman then compellingly tells us that this fraudulent representation is who we actually are. If we are not awake in the moment to this fraud, we will be sold a bogus bill of goods; like putting on a garment, we will unknowingly step into—buy into—wetiko’s fabricated and impoverished version of who we are. In so doing, in one fell swoop we have given ourselves away, identified with who we are not and have thus disconnected from our creative power. A more perfect recipe for the madness of wetiko to work its black magic within us is hard to imagine.
As soon as we identify with this false self we are a goner, as then, with wetiko’s help, we will create experiences that confirm this limited identity in a self-reinforcing, mind-created feedback loop. Wetiko has then fooled us into thinking that a seeming appearance, a display of our mind, a fictitious identity that has no actual reality, is the real deal. We can then be consumed by protecting and defending a make-believe version of who we are that doesn’t even exist. We have then stepped out of our right mind and have identified with the mind that wetiko has crafted for us, unknowingly becoming its hand puppet. Behind the scenes, wetiko is manipulating us by pulling our strings, as if we are its marionette, so as to reinforce what it wants us to think instead of us thinking for ourselves. We will then be deposed from the kingdom, from the sovereign position that rightfully belongs to us as part of our inheritance. As sci-fi author Philip K. Dick would say, a usurper has assumed the throne.
Surprisingly (or I should say, not surprisingly), any mention of such a counterfeiting spirit was removed from the biblical canon and can only be found in the apocryphal texts—a maneuver that I would venture was inspired by wetiko. Because the Apocrypha are not included in the Bible, its sayings are often thought to be of spurious origin, but the opposite is actually the case: at the time of their writing these texts were accorded the highest respect and veneration. It is as if wetiko itself was on the editorial board of the Bible, doing its damndest to make sure it wouldn’t be exposed. And yet in so doing, wetiko reveals one of its main strategies: it does everything it can to avoid being seen, for once it is recognized its cover is blown and its power is then taken away.
In exposing this psychic counterfeiting operation, this book is outing the biggest psyops in the history of the world, an order of magnitude bigger than any psyops that people think might (and may actually) be taking place in our world’s body politic. This psyops is taking place within our very minds, and in our unknowing collusion with this operation we are the ones who are perpetrating this nightmare upon ourselves.
A few years ago I had a powerful dream that is relevant to this discussion. In waking life, one of my primary teachers, a Tibetan lama, a truly awakened person who at this time I had known for over thirty-five years and had great love and devotion for, was visiting me for the week. I had offered him my house, and he was sleeping in my bedroom, in my bed. He had just left that day, and this was the first night that I was back sleeping in my own bed. I say this because after having this dream I was left with the feeling that it wasn’t unrelated to my teacher’s energy permeating my sleeping and dreaming quarters (at least in my imagination). Upon reflection, the dream feels like a form of his blessings, as if he had left me a gift chocolate on my pillow.
In the dream I stumbled upon an inner sanctum that was inhabited by a group of hobgoblin-type entities. These gremlins seemed utterly shocked that I had found my way into their sanctuary, as if hardly anyone had ever discovered their secret abode before. These elflike creatures were not at all happy, to say the least, that I had discovered them. Once they realized that I was seeing them in their element, they immediately shape-shifted and assumed a different form so as to conceal themselves. As the dream unfolded, I would then recognize them in their new disguise, and they would transform themselves again. This process continued a handful of times until I woke up.
Upon awakening I was left with the feeling that in the dream I was having a wetiko sighting, which is to say my unconscious—the dreamer of my dreams—had objectified for me these most elusive, hard-to-see energies. As I processed the dream, I sensed that these mischievous entities didn’t exist solely in my own mind, but that they existed deep down in everyone else’s mind too. It was as if I had somehow found access to a non-ordinary shamanic realm of reality that wasn’t merely the product of my fevered imagination, but existed in its own right, with a reality all its own. There was a strange, uncanny sense I felt upon waking up that in seeing these creatures they now knew that I was onto them and would do everything in their power to make me lose their trail.
The feeling I came away with was that these entities were the “bugs” in the system that messed with our minds, whose job is to create havoc, chaos, and misunderstandings galore. And yet, once the darkness of chaos emerges, I’ve learned that magic isn’t far behind if we allow it to reveal itself. Like typical emissaries of wetiko, however, they literally can’t stand to be seen, as being seen not only takes away their power, it renders them into the ranks of the unemployed.
This brings to mind other dreams, visions, and insights I’ve had over the years, all having to do with seeing a hidden, subterranean, dark force that doesn’t want to be seen, and then trying (with varying degrees of success) to communicate what I’m seeing in a way that can be understood by other people. My whole body of work over the last quarter of a century or more can be conceived in this way. Over the years I’ve hopefully become more creative and fluent in my ability to describe these obscuring forces; this book is my latest attempt.
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As I’ve deepened my study of wetiko, in addition to understanding the destructive aspect of this mind-virus I’ve begun to realize that it is an extremely unusual yet important form of revelation—the inverse of a revelation from on high, it is a revelation that is emerging through the darkness.
I would like to suggest—and this is what this book is about—that our experience of feeling stuck, of seemingly having fallen prey to wetiko, has encoded within it a revelation of the highest order, having to do with discovering who we really are. Though this state in which we feel stuck feels like a curse, it has hidden within it a very real blessing. For once we become conscious of our seemingly damned state, this insight changes everything, for one of wetiko’s favorite strategies is to make us think the problem is outside of us while in essence the real problem is our (mis)conception of who we are. Once we realize this, we can turn our attention inward, which is where the source—and the solution—of our problem is to be found.
There is a world of difference between subjectively experiencing that we are stuck (Who can argue with that? It’s our experience!) and actually being stuck, which our true nature, which is naturally always free, can never be. We can potentially discover that part of us that feels stuck, the part that seems to be gripped by and struggles with wetiko, isn’t who we really are, but is a wetiko-inspired simulation of us, a stand-in for the real thing. To see through this very convincing illusion is a truly liberating experience that can introduce us to our authentic nature, which wetiko can’t touch because it is inherently and unconditionally free.
Ferreting out wetiko is like coming across the very thing that is stopping us from attaining our true potential. Discovering the wetiko mind-virus is the requisite doorway that leads, as if uncovering a buried treasure, to the unearthing of something of tremendous value. It will help a person’s life beyond measure to get wind of wetiko, but in the greater scheme of things if this realization only affects one person, the overall impact is fairly insignificant. However, when the discovery of wetiko is shared more widely and more and more people get turned on to it—and turned on by it—then it can easily go viral and change everything, and then some.
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The series of historical events that is commonly referred to as the Scientific Revolution and the European Enlightenment (also known as the Age of Reason), which led to the founding of the American experiment in democratic governance and the subsequent rise of many other liberal democracies around the world, is often traced back to the influence of philosopher René Descartes. Descartes’ most well-known and influential works, Discourse on the Method and Meditations on First Philosophy, came out of his struggles with the deep epistemological problem of self-deception and the vexing question: How can we really know that anything that we think or believe to be true is in fact actually true?
To explore this unresolved philosophical and epistemological question, Descartes imagined that everything he believed to be true, including his sensory impressions of the physical world and all of his thoughts, were being manipulated by an evil spirit or demon, such that everything that he took to be reality was in fact a deception perpetrated by this fiend. It was in assuming that this was his predicament that he then asked the question: Since I’m being utterly deceived about everything by an evil demon, what can I still know for sure to be true? He concluded that even if all of his thoughts were utterly deluded he could still know that he exists by the very fact that he was having thoughts at all, albeit deluded ones. He thus made his famous statement cogito ergo sum, “I think therefore I am.” It should get our attention that our entire modern scientific and rationally based world of liberal democracies emerged from a deep consideration of the very demonic deception and mind manipulation that is characteristic of the wetiko mind-virus.
That one person who was open enough to even consider the possibility of having fallen under the spell of something that was deceiving his mind (wetiko) helped lay the foundation for the subsequent Scientific Revolution and European Enlightenment, thereby liberating vast numbers of people from the chains of tyranny (which itself was the result of wetiko) in the process, is a powerful historical example of the emancipatory power of seeing and having the courage to face how wetiko deceives us. Descartes’ process is an inspiring example of how one person’s inquiry and insight into how wetiko operates within their own psyche can unlock a creative power that each of us intrinsically possesses, and this can potentially make a real difference in the world at large.
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This book is all about the light. Light necessarily involves illuminating darkness. The time to illumine our darkness is right now, in the present moment, which is the only time there ever is—the eternal singular and creative moment in which everything takes place. To split off from and avoid our present moment’s experience is to not realize that each and every moment is the eternal moment, which in a sense is one of the most fundamental qualities of wetiko disease: being dissociated from the here and now. Ironically, checking out of—splitting from—the present moment can be conceived of as being the disease of our time. The activity of stepping out of the present moment is based on the false assumption that there is another moment to escape to, while the truth is that there is no exit from the present moment. The future always grows out of that which is present, but it cannot be wholesome if it grows in morbid soil. If we don’t deal with our unhealthiness in the present moment, we will be destined to create a sick future.
In this book I am pointing out, like many others before me, that it is only from a radical expansion in consciousness that real positive change can happen in our world, and this transformation in consciousness can only start with us each one of us in our own lives. Any superficial measures implemented collectively to deal with the great problem of our time, though potentially helpful, will not only tend to postpone our dealing with the problem, it will at most be palliative care; it won’t penetrate to the depths of the individual human psyche, where evil has its roots and where it continually regenerates itself.
Being a virus of the mind, wetiko messes with our discernment. In Carlos Castaneda’s books, Don Juan, Carlos’s teacher, though not using the word wetiko, refers to the same idea as “the predator,” which he considers “the topic of all topics.” This is another way of saying that there’s nothing in the world more crucial to understand than what wetiko is revealing to us.
When I say something like this it’s easy to think I’m exaggerating, being grandiose or melodramatic, trying to sell more books. There are many people in this world who understandably, from a business point of view, are trying to market their works by claiming how important they are. Many of these self-promoters have deceived themselves into believing their own specialness, inflated with the self-aggrandizement of their own egos. Wetiko, whose middle name is deception, in fiddling around with our ability to discern, makes it hard for us to differentiate between when someone’s message needs to be heeded and when it’s just so much hot air that should be discounted as such.
In my work on wetiko I feel like Paul Revere warning of an impending threat to our lives and the world at large. I feel like jumping on my horse (if I had one; maybe my bicycle will do) and yelling, “Wetiko is coming! Wetiko is coming!” More accurately, it’s already here, right now, in our midst, inside our minds. Which is the only place, and time, that the solution can ultimately be found.