ST GEORGE AND THE DRAGON

I am a great believer in St George and the Dragon, in what should be the metaphysical hegemony of the male over the female at the northeast point of the intercardinal axial compass, pretty much like metaphysics over antimetachemistry, or tapering velcro-cum-zippersuits, to coin a sartorial parallel, over tight dresses.

Unfortunately, St George can be - and often is - reduced by the Puritan manifestation of Protestantism, not least in England, to physics over antichemistry at the southeast point of the said compass, in which case the sartorial paradigm is one of tapering pants and tight skirts, as germane to phenomenal relativity, the lower-order parallel to noumenal absolutism.

But this George would be considerably less than saintly! For physics is subject to subversion to somatic emphasis at the expense of psyche by antichemistry in polarity to the unequivocally hegemonic factor on what is, after all, a state-hegemonic/church-subordinate axis - namely metachemistry, which, unlike its subordinate counterpart antimetaphysics, is also on the female side of the gender fence, so to speak, if from the standpoint of that which is sovereign in its free soma and bound psyche, corresponding, in sartorial terms, to a flounced dress and, in religious terms, to Anglicanism (as does antimetaphysics).

No, St George can only be a Roman Catholic emblem traditionally, and metaphor for something which England officially abandoned centuries ago, even as early as with Henry VIII, switching axes in the heretical process so that, with the abandonment of church-hegemonic criteria, ever deferential to Rome, it became increasingly state-hegemonic and, correlatively, church-subordinate, with greater freedom of imperial adventure.

But even Catholicism doesn't really do justice to metaphysics, since it tends to fudge things down to antimetachemistry, making one aware of straight dresses existing independently - and quite falsely - of tapering zipper-suit pressures, so to speak, a plane above, and therefore as though they were the non plus ultra of things, like the so-called ‘sacred heart’.

I'm afraid to say that above the Christian 'sacred heart' are the 'sacred lungs', so to speak, of metaphysical bound soma, roughly corresponding to the Crucifixional paradigm for what is, after all, a manifestation of bound soma in the Son. But such a ‘sacred lung’ parallel to the so-called ‘Son of God’ raised, crucifixionally, ‘on high’ has never been encouraged, probably from fear that TM, or transcendental meditation, would get out of the bag of 'sacred lungs' at the expense of that which anchors Western civilization to itself as a Son-like extrapolation, namely the middle-eastern take on God which is actually less metaphysical than metachemistry hyped as metaphysics in the sense of Devil the Mother hyped as God the Father.

Thus if you are anchored, as an extrapolation, to an ancient and rather primitivistic lie, the ‘best of a bad job’, antithetically in back, which happens to be the modest beginnings of civilization, you are not in a position to have the full gamut of metaphysics, which exists independently of things metachemical, including beauty.

On the contrary, you end up with this Christian, Catholic fudge of a truncated metaphysics (the bound soma of the resurrected Son) done down antimetachemically (to 'sacred heart') without the benefit of TM, which presupposes a rejection of the Creator, as of 'Creatorism' ... in the sense of Devil the Mother (or free soma metachemically) in what some would regard as an atheistic (which it is not) independence of the Old Testament.

So, alas, the postulate of resurrection from below, say southwest to northeast on church-hegemonic axial terms, is really a nonsense, since you don't get to metaphysics or become metaphysical on that basis. You are, as a male, metaphysical to begin with, at least when full of youthful idealism, but – ‘philosopher king’ exceptions to the rule notwithstanding - you can get picked off by beauty to antimetaphysics under metachemistry, deferring to beauty as from a 'fall guy' position a plane down from metachemistry at the northwest point of the intercardinal axial compass. This is the typical artist's position in which the original youthful orientation towards the Y of self-identity has been eclipsed by an X/Y self-division which is now capable, in consequence of the X, of deferring to the XX-chromosomal hegemony of the metachemical position.

The typical male experience, however, is to fall, following or accompanying female resolution in maternity, down to antiphysics under chemistry at the southwest and rather Marian (Woman the Mother) point of the said compass, and from that, with an XX-X isolation from the Y of one’s original ‘image of godliness’ idealism, there is no way back to metaphysics bar salvation for the antiphysical by the metaphysical and, correlatively, counter-damnation for the chemical by the antimetachemical, a bit like the boxed-in dragon that the proverbial Saint has his foot upon, as though keeping it down and in its place.

But this whole process of salvation coupled to counter-damnation is a drastic remedy for what is perceived to be a worldly imperfection for males, and one that has other than altruistic motives, as I think I may have intimated in my previous [reformatted] weblog, since those who eventually get to do the saving and counter-damning of the respective gender positions at the southwest point of the intercardinal axial compass will have other things in mind than their prospective metaphysical and antimetachemical deliverance.

But that is another story. Suffice it to say that St George and the Dragon is a decent traditional metaphor for the northeast point of the intercardinal axial compass, where one could even expect to find choppers (suitably badgeful rather than ringful) and jump jets, their - dare I say it? - antimetachemical counterparts, as though germane not merely to a mastered dragon but, to expand the metaphor, to a lion that lies down with the lamb in tight-dress under tapering zipper-suit fashion, and serves to support and complement what must be, for all eternity, a metaphysical hegemony, acting as the avenging angel of the Lord.