EIGHT MILES HIGH -
AND WHEN YOU TOUCH DOWN,
YOU’LL FIND THAT IT’S
STRANGER THAN KNOWN.
The Byrds
Doctor Richard M. Bucke, a 19th century psychiatrist who had a decisive influence on Walt Whitman’s version of Nature Mysticism, may have been seriously led astray by his own patients.
Let me explain.
I believe some very compassionate psychiatrists hold such a high degree of empathy for their patients that they symbiotically assimilate their quirks.
Happened to me - in reverse - in the nineteen eighties.
The doctor who gave me my monthly prescribed dosage of tranquilizers actually began to emulate my tastes in music and reading.
Patient-psychotherapist identification is a two-way street, perhaps.
What is perceived as intellectual acumen in a patient is often, as in my own case, symptomatic of an overcharged brain.
But to an unwary observer it can be perceived as brilliance.
Rapid-fire neurones tend to jump synapses. And I cut logical corners:
You see, I just couldn't face my buried trauma.
I needed to be stopped dead in my tracks...
Not encouraged.
Doctor Bucke seems to have fallen into the same trap.
The director of a Southern Ontario mental asylum in the mid-1800’s, he seems to have empathetically written down some patients’ madcap mystical meanderings and included them in this anthology, cheek and jowl alongside more literary accounts of such inner voyages.
But seriously, doctor.
OK, let’s go back to that psychedelic anthem, Eight Miles High. That was ME, when I gained admission to hospital for evaluation - 50 years ago.
Now, when a patient eventually “touches down,” the reason that it all becomes “stranger than known” to him is probably that, like me, he has formed in isolation a new subconscious “director” for his mental patterns.
And it’s a rum thing indeed when your mind has been turned topsy-turvy by fright - and your SUBCONSCIOUS IS IN CHARGE OF YOUR CONSCIOUS LIFE.
In the fear of isolation, that’s what happens when you try to explain the origin of your fear -
Cause you search for the origin in your subconscious angry Daemon. Not in your buried childhood, where it all started.
Jung said this subterranean consciousness is of a highly primitive nature, and its answers come in mythic archetypes. Our new spiritual director is in actuality the archetype of our newly-formed Daemon. Mere gut feel.
And brute anger.
And HE’LL play the tune. A loony tune, you can be sure!
So later, when you first look for the truth in esoteric beliefs, you’d better watch your step! You've now got an axe to grind, my friend.
***
So at the end of that pleasant stay, I woke up, and flew OVER the cuckoo’s nest - seeing the trap. Sober as a judge.
The jittery-minded among us will know enough to avoid this book.
But more jejune readers would be well-advised, if they start it, to take it with more than one grain of salt!
I know, it makes for fascinating reading...
Just don’t BELIEVE its stories:
For the REAL spiritual path is a long, tough haul indeed.
And is Entirely a CONSCIOUS SEARCH...
So NEVER look for Easy, Paradisal And Sketchy Answers:
In your dark subconscious Daemon.