Over a number of blog posts I’ve looked at the Ascension process from a variety of angles. In Ascension is a controlled demolition of the ‘false self’ I wrote, “In evolutionary terms, it’s a process of compressed or accelerated evolution. In spiritual terms, it’s the full embodiment of Christ Consciousness. In Christian terms, it’s passing through the Narrow Gate (Matthew 7:13). Here I’d like to look at it in psychological terms—as the controlled demolition of what is called the fake or false self.” I’ve also described it as making the unconscious conscious.
In all these posts, the template is the same: we keep clearing our ‘stuff’—damage, fear, limitation, shame, unprocessed pain—until we’re wiped clean. I realise now that I had an underlying assumption: that once you’ve processed everything from your current life, back to birth, and your recent family (4 Tips for healing generational shame) then you’re done.
I recently discovered this isn’t the end of the road.
The Ascension process takes you back up the road, into the past—a long way up the road. In fact, it takes you so far it links up with everything I’ve been writing about the origins of patriarchy—the origins of shame—in the deserts of the Sahara, Arabia and Central Asia some 6,000 years ago.
The Ascension process takes you back up the road, into the origins of patriarchy—the origins of shame—in the deserts of the Sahara, Arabia and Central Asia some 6,000 years ago.
In Saharasia, geographer James DeMeo documents how desertification in these equatorial regions transformed peaceful hunter-gatherer and early agricultural societies into warring dynasties bent on conquest, massacre and rape in the competition for increasingly scarce food sources.
DeMeo’s findings are backed up by university lecturer Steve Taylor’s book, The Fall. Taylor’s title says it all: humanity’s shift from a fundamentally peaceful to a fundamentally violent disposition—which he attributes to an “ego explosion”—is literally recorded in the early chapters of the Bible.
Note how in Genesis 2:25, “Although the man and his wife were both naked, they were not ashamed” (Contemporary English Version). In Genesis 3:7 “they realized they were naked” and, experiencing shame for the first time, covered their genitals with fig leaves. Expulsion into the pitiless desert followed.
In The Alphabet versus the Goddess, Leonard Shlain (Associate Professor of Surgery at UCSF Medical School) argues that the Fall shifted humanity from balanced left- and right-brain thinking to predominantly left-brain, masculine, intellectual thinking. In other words, we lost contact with our right-brain, feminine, intuitive thinking—the source of innate wellbeing. The result has been a ‘civilization’ whose emotional toxicity is now obvious.
The Fall seems to have inflicted three key psychological traumas:
- A fundamental separation from both nature and the mother figure. I link these because they’re macro- and micro-level versions of the same thing. Nature ceased to be a bountiful provider. So did mothers as children were separated at birth to encourage violence, which conferred an evolutionary advantage by improving the odds of survival.
- A fundamental sexual trauma stemming from separation from the mother and denial of sexually pleasurable breast-feeding. This led to circumcision of men, and the sexual subjugation and sexual enslavement of women.
- The embedding of core victim (women) or victimiser (men) energies in the human psyche, stemming from traumas 1 and 2. This programming, in highly watered-down form, still resides in the collective unconscious.
Intriguingly, Rubens’ painting of The Fall of Man shows Adam reaching for the breast of Eve that he no longer has access to. In The Politics of Experience, R.D. Laing notes that influential British psychoanalyst Wilfred Bion “relates the origin of thought to the experience of no-breast.”
The Ascension process takes us back to these core traumas, which exist as ancestral memories in the collective unconscious. They are not pleasant to deal with, and I’ll write more about each one in due course. Right now I’m still licking my wounds from my own journey into the Biblical past.
Image: The Fall of Man by Rubens (1628-1629), the Prado Museum, Madrid.