[Many humans need an 'extra large' dose of Joseph Campbell. Anyone not familiar 
with the works of the 'late' Joseph Campbell should check into him. Bill Moyers 
(PBS) did a six hour series with Mr. Campbell called 'The Power of Myth' which 
is available for rent at www.netflix.com  For more info on Joseph Campbell, 
check out > http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Campbell  
  To View the newspaper article posted below at it's source, go to > 
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/g/a/2002/11/15/notes111502.DTL  
   Rick.]
   
   
   
   
  Joseph Campbell Saves The World 
In which the late, great master of myth reveals just how foolish all our 
religious impudence is, again
  
- By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist


      Essential items needed right now: internal fortitude, deep belly laughter 
that defies war, juicy blasphemy, thick socks, nuanced humanism in the face of 
raging and imminent oily conservatism.           Red wine, gleaming personal 
vibration, hope for the decimated Democratic Party, sexy small cars, extra 
vibrator batteries, chocolate, bomb shelters for the soul and carefully 
wrought, nimble perspective.           And Joseph Campbell. Lots and lots of 
Joseph Campbell. To fill that last category. This is mandatory.           Such 
as PBS replaying the dazzling and still potently relevant 1988 "The Power of 
Myth" interview series with Campbell, the legendary and wonderful scholar and 
teacher and author, maybe playing it over and over again, drawing more viewers 
into its deep charm, its spellbinding web of story and belief and religion and 
what, say, the virgin birth really means. (Hint: It ain't exactly Christian.)   
        This is one of those series you wish would be
 immediately replayed across all major networks, every week, for about a year, 
every year, right during prime time.   Right when Middle America is sitting 
down to dinner, right when the bulk of the wary and the fear-pummeled are ready 
to hunker down and mutter those prayers and sit in grumbling silence at the 
table before the kids scurry off to the PlayStation and the mall.           It 
should preempt Monday Night Football and preempt "CSI: Overacting" and preempt 
"Everybody Loves Schlocky Dumb-Guy Sitcoms" so we can truly revel, just for a 
while, just for a rejuvenating change, in the realm of intelligence and story 
and mythology and belief and user-friendly intellectual dialogue and true 
wonder. Can it be sufficiently emphasized how desperately needed this sort of 
thing is right now? No it cannot.           Campbell is the famous master of 
myth, the warmly articulate weaver of cultural tapestry, the great professor 
effortlessly revealing, in these luminous talks with
 journalist Bill Moyers, how every culture's consecrated tales of gods and 
goddesses, heroes and monsters, angels and demons, Jesus and Buddha and Allah 
and Yahweh and Yoda et al., simply represent and illuminate various elements of 
the human psyche, the human heart, the human condition.           And, more 
important, he illuminates, gently, calmly, effortlessly, without prejudice or 
bias, without spin or piousness or even heavy resigned sighing, and without 
actually saying so, the dangerous absurdity of a people taking these tales -- 
and gods -- way, way too literally.   Of separating the stories and gods from 
their own lives and insisting on seeing the culture's deities as something 
other than the mere reflection, the personification, of their own internal 
lives and spiritual journeys and the need to get off their collective ass and 
quit being so hollow and mean and piously self-righteous and eager for war.     
      There is no superior bearded father-figure God. There
 is no Heaven as physical place. There is no literal reading of holy adventures 
and Heaven/Hell battles and fluttery cute cherub angels with wings. It is all 
story, all literary torque, all metaphor and analogy and personification of 
emotion and spirit, a way for the human animal to elevate toward greater and 
greater levels of compassion and love and mutual understanding and enough with 
the pipe bombs and the indignation and the hatred already.           The virgin 
birth did not actually happen. It is simply a metaphor for the birth of pure 
compassion and spiritual feeling in the heart of man. Christ's body did not fly 
out of a cave and rise to the pretty blue sky. It is a symbol for man moving 
inward, opening to his spiritual self.           Deities and demons do not 
exist "out there" in some other space where we will eventually travel and hang 
out and romp giddily and watch porn and eat all the pie and candy we want. 
They're internal, as facets and aspects of our own
 spiritual beings. This is what Campbell teaches. So simple. So beautiful. So 
radically misunderstood.           From the Bible to the Upanishads, the Koran 
to the teachings of the Buddha, Greek myth to American Indian folklore, the 
similarities between beliefs, their borrowed deities, their shared iconography, 
their reinvented tales and common themes, are all revealed to be so 
astonishingly interconnected, so obviously cut from the same internal 
psychological cloth, and so beautifully a part of all cultures, that to wage 
war in the name of one is to wage war on them all.           And to think of 
any one as superior to the others is to do violence to the very ideas and 
energies they illumine, and only serves to isolate, and enrage, and induce 
severe diarrhetic paranoia. Sound familiar?           That this revelation, 
this lucid insight comes so easily when watching a 14-year-old 
public-television series is at once amazing and heartwarming and reassuring, 
while at the same
 time it induces deep sadness, a bitter sense of just how far away from this 
elegant approach much of the world has devolved.             PBS has been 
rerunning the groundbreaking multihour series as part of its recent pledge 
drive, noting throughout just how radical and innovative the show was for its 
time, and how the show single-handedly raising a few million dollars for public 
TV when it first ran, as people were riveted to their screens, desperately 
hungry for luminous, nonpious spiritual insight and knowledge. And lo, they 
still are. Probably more than ever.           This is exactly what the culture 
needs more of. Fewer whiny pundits and fewer talking heads and fewer spin 
doctors and analysts and sniper-murder experts and child-molester psychologists 
and COPS and Real World Las Vegas and Touched by a Face-Lift.   And more 
riveting, humorous, absolutely enthralling interviews with the greatest and 
(hopefully) most controversial, nimble minds of our time, religious
 teachers and writers and juicy poets and weavers of cultural tapestry, artists 
and thinkers and myth makers.   But more than any of them, maybe all we really 
need now is a worldwide broadcast of "The Power of Myth," with Campbell, who 
died in 1988 just before the program first aired, reminding us all to get on 
our knees and seek some serious divinity where it matters most: In ourselves.   
        
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