Tuesday 16 October 2012

Hair - II : Tonsorialitis. (The Hair Phobia.)


(see Hair - I "the truth about long hair and indian scouts".)

from : 'spaces twixt n tween', digital pan play - wfp for moo, june, 2009

Tonsorialitis.  (The Hair Phobia.)

On Fri, Oct 12, 2012 at 1:56 AM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

'Tonsorial':  "Of or related to barbers and barbering."

I hereby invent a new word, 'Tonsorialitis.'  It purposely has 13 letters, for my own reasons.
Tonsorial, plus 'itis', makes it the name of a condition.  In this case, like a phobia.  'The Hair Phobia', also 13 letters, which amplifies the concept.
Personally, i like hair.  In fact (and just off the top of my head), i'm quite attached to it.
Naturally enough though, tastes and preferences vary.  But then, so too do reactions, from hairy to sometimes downright scary.
I better say 'Three Male Hairy's'.
But seriously, what's the problem?
It's not a problem for everybody.  It's simply one noticeable aspect of social convention which postulates the concept of a 'norm' as part of the structure of 'consensus reality.'  Something which is forever changing or being changed.
Of all the things needing to be serious about!  There's an endless list.
You know, like, for instance:  impending ecosystem collapse, world economy collapse, international tyranny, actual radioactive disasters, international wars, psychopathic governments, intentional epidemics, oceanic pollution, chemtrail poisons, earthquakes everywhere, current pole shift, mass extinctions (especially bees), genetically modified food crops, DNA mutations, rumours of rogue asteroids, solar flares, to name but a few.
And some people still get upset about HAIR!
Well a lot of them do, some of the time. They get hot under the collar even though their hair doesn't reach that far, particularly rednecks but also white and blue collar people.  You'd wonder about 'false flags'.
 
from : 'spaces twixt n tween', digital pan play - wfp for moo, june, 2009

My father was a barber, (wouldn't you know), and so was his father. They spent their whole life 'trying to cut it down'.
I admit i wasn't the best advertisement for the business. Though i did paint a couple of nice big signboards for him.
Yet i never in my whole life paid anybody to cut my hair off.  I can do a perfect job myself, almost without looking.
But why even pay to have such a natural attribute taken away?  And no compensation for the loss.
I mean, if you really want to get serious.  Think about it.  It's a wonder there hasn't been a world war over hair.
Oh but there has!  And most people involved in war lose their hair one way or another.
Take the last five hundred years of america (and they could be the last).  That was a world war to the original inhabitants, and still is.  At least two hundred nations involved at my last count.  Though i heard it was more, maybe twice that, and not even including South america.
Such inconceivably vast genocidal theft of territory.  Moralised (if that's the word) by demonizing the inhabitants as "savages".  That is, they didn't wear suits and ties, or follow the politically correct instruction manual, and, for the most part, had HAIR.
One early account of a native's first glimpse of a pale skinned invader: "He was very strange. He had hair everywhere except where it should be, on his head!"
The word, 'native', means someone who belongs there.
Whereas, an essential aspect of the intrinsic beauty of native art, seems to be, that anything that hangs down, the longer the better, whether feathers, fringes or hair, is naturally elegant and has dignity.
Shift to the long view in other places also.  Far back beyond the furthest reaches of antiquity, and don't stop at some presumed image of a stone age. 
The Scythian Tribes, Grail Kings and Queens, and Merovingians, Yulannu Wood Lords (where 'Yule' comes from), The Tuadhe D'anu, The Pagan Tribes of Europa (much like the 'indians').
Were they all "savages" too?  Oh really?

from : 'spaces twixt n tween', digital pan play - wfp for moo, june, 2009

What led to this piddly point of peer pressure prejudice where, for a male to have little or no hair on the head, is meant to signify 'the establishment'?
Was it Cromwell?  Was it the Romans?  Was it the Greeks?  The Industrial Revolution (don't want to get tangled up in the machine). 
Or was it orchestrated by bald dome head Reticulan grey aliens all along?
The wild-nature-minded poet Gary Snyder, in an essay once suggested that, shaving the head, signifies a symbolic standing-apart from nature.  Whereas, long hair is a stance of flowing with and of, nature.
Then there are the nuns and the monks, whether Buddhist, Judaic, or Zen.
Note also, the story of Samson, who's strength was in his hair.
Likewise, natives of america (Turtle Island), associated long hair with Spirit strength, and, but for some coastal tribes, east and west, generally only cut the hair when in mourning.  Even then, they disposed of it in a sacred manner, by offering it up to a river or creek.
The language of hair has many dialects, in a diversity of cultures. 
Braiding the hair often signifies the right to interweave and symbolically bind a person's attainment of diverse experience and eldership.
While we just think in terms of changing fads and fashions, peer pressure and prejudice, or just practical preference.  The norm being that which goes unquestioned, or even defended when challenged.
During the Vietnam War, a strategic research experiment took place, involving native american soldiers serving as scouts.  This is well documented.  Just google: 'native americans and long hair'. 
The idea was to use indians as natural scouts due to their reputed native intuitive skills.  Conclusive experiments ensued, where it was demonstrated that, in pairs of participants, the ones with shaven hair consistently lost their intuitive alertness of perception of unseen danger or possible threat.
Whereas the longhairs were consistently alert enough to sense the situation and even thwart it by ingenious trickery or counter measures.
The conclusions drawn from this demonstration are, that hair is somehow an extension of nerve endings, rather like antennae or fibre optics.  In that it can actually register finer frequencies.  Consider for instance an animal's fur or whiskers.
Humorously, i note that my hair is particularly fine and light weight, such that, when washed, which is often and i use nothing but water, when completely dry i sometimes have to run my hairbrush under the tap to give a bit of temporary weight to the hair.  Otherwise and especially if it's windy, i can easily resemble a dandelion seed head.
No claim to fame but, i have to admit the reception is very good considering the wave length, and i never have a power cut.

from : 'spaces twixt n tween', digital pan play - wfp for moo, june, 2009

The impulse for writing these words is, for me, as much aesthetic as anything else.  Long hair is beautiful regardless of gender when appreciated as such, and how would you know if a handful of hair was female or male without an embodied head to count on?
And why repress due to peer pressure what is natural?
There's apparently a compulsion to cut everything down, whether hair, grass, or rainforests. 
When, life is about freedom to flourish and flow naturally.  As well as about diversity and non-discrimination.
The anti-life tendency is to contract (as contractors do) as if the aura had decided it should be a black hole and draw everything it encounters into itself.
Producing self evidently dense people who look and dress like a pack of cigars that's under the illusion it's separate from its immediate environment.
In conversation with a friend this evening, she mentioned an elderly lady friend, whose long white hair extended the whole length of her back.  Something an older person is justified in taking a personal pride in, and wonderful to see.  She also spoke of the prejudice and discrimination this gentle woman had experienced.
You see, to the dense mentality, anything loose and free is regarded as untidy and unruly.  So they cut down the trees.  Crop the grass.  Scrape away the topsoil.  Cover everything with tarmac and concrete because it's 'practical' you know. 
So that, from a satellite, a city looks like, and is, an expanding scab, laced with electricity, waste products, electromagnetic chaos, noise, crime and greed.
Contemplate some photos.  They look cool as abstract paintings.  Till you think about what they are.  Toxic scabs.
So again, What's the problem with natural?
Natural is beauty.  Expediency is not necessarily the wisest form of practicality.  Self esteem is a natural attribute, of everything that's natural. There is plenty of room for flourish and flow in life.
It's a natural expression of freedom from repression.  That's healing in itself.
Profusion can be neat.  We admire the bounty and beauty of gardens. 
Whether dignified, or wild~wind~blown flowing and free, it's celebration.
Why is 'civilization', so afraid of adornment?
It's to do with suppression and control, masquerading as practicality.
Boring, if you ask me.  It's a hairy world.

from : 'spaces twixt n tween', digital pan play - wfp for moo, june, 2009

So now again it's late, or early, 5.30 a.m.
This random ramble and flow wants to digress and grow along the lines of its own capricious fractal directions.
So i won't just cut it off.  But wind it up in some fashion, who knows how?
Tie it up, or tuck it in.  Or just hang loose.
No point getting in a tangle about what's natural, and i'm not about to split hairs.
Anyway quantity is not an issue when there's enough.  Seems to be trailing off anyway.
Why do people love stroking cats and dogs?  Some sort of compensation...
Hairy sort of subject.  Tonsorialitis.  It's very common you know.
But then, society is such a conditioner anyway.
So.  Signing off on long wave.  (No bun intended.)
"Errrg~~~ Grown Grown!"...................****
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rainbowmaker.


from : 'spaces twixt n tween', digital pan play - wfp for moo, june, 2009
 
artwork : digital pan play - wfp for moo :
xiii III - haitched 100_5615
III1 - III6: 100_5615A - 100_5615F
(
one foto, five haitches)
from :
'spaces twixt n tween', june, 2009
camera : Rock (SoundSmith numin) 


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