Why The Consciousness Club

A man living on a planet discovers his body is really a spacesuit which he and the rest of the inhabitants have been brought up to believe are their bodies. These suits degrade gradually over 80 years or so depending on how well you take care of them.

This upsets him a lot. He embarks on a series of adventures to find out what to do and eventually finds a way of developing another spacesuit to take over when the first one fails. But it takes a lot of effort.

He tells his friends and acquaintances and is amazed no one is interested. Most are dismissive and some aggressive.

“We’re all going to die if we don’t make another spacesuit.” He wails. “So what?” Is the reply.

I read that story many years ago. It fits into one of the main reasons I am here. I’ve always wanted to know what is going on: Life, the universe, and everything. Why are we here? Is there some meaning beyond appearing to be top of the food chain on this beautiful planet we live on? What do you think?

This book is an attempt to pass on what I believe you have to do if you want to develop a new spacesuit.

You won’t find much God stuff here. I hope you’ll find spirit and meaning and a way to fill your life with joy, and develop an ability to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune by turning your life into an endless challenge. There is a possibility that the terrible truth or hilarious joke, is we are all God. A bit like the Borg. But we’ll talk about that later.

Why The Consciousness Club? I would say there are generally three ways people react to religion, spirituality, ideas about God:

1) What a load of rubbish

2) That’s interesting I’m going to start a religion and get people to give me a lot of time, respect, and money and I may kill myself and/or a few or a lot of people because God told me to

3) Or that’s just interesting, what else can you tell me?

And for all their weirdness, hierarchies, and exclusivity I’ve always liked being with people who have the same or at least similar interests in life. Who doesn’t? I thought it would be nice (an unfortunate word because it originally meant ignorant in Latin and in Middle English was used to mean stupid) but in modern English it is perhaps the only word, so yes nice (or stupid enough) to write a book for people who like me are in the club. Meaning are interested in this stuff and actively pursue it.

Because there are a lot of us. And whether you live in a country like mine where the intelligentsia think it’s all rubbish (see No.1 above) or in a country where they want your time, respect, and money (No.2) (let’s not mention them by name) the interesting thing is that in both it’s generally a good idea to keep your mouth shut and quietly carry on with your life (No.3). Otherwise at best people will think you are weird, or at worst you’ll get banged up, and worse, for some sort of blasphemy against the No.2 people. Best not to mess… No.1 people are usually happy to think you’re stupid. So God bless them. Much better than having the latest punishment of choice from the chosen. I take stupid every time.

So without further ado let’s end the preamble and get on with it. This book has a simple structure: In the first chapter, I will claim that in order to proceed you only have to do two things: You’ve got to be joking! The kingdom of heaven for only two things! We will talk about them and then develop a toolbox of things we can use to make those two things happen. And notice so far we haven’t mentioned consciousness.