Abundance Now, Harmony Later
Mike King
SUPER CONSCIOUSNESS: THE QUEST FOR THE PEAK EXPERIENCE
Colin Wilson
Watkins Publishing, 2009, 272 pp.,
£6.66 p/b ISBN 978-1905857982
Colin Wilson has consistently made one of the most perceptive articulations
of a specific and universal problem in human nature, the problem of
what he calls the ‘Outsider’. One does not have to agree
with his prognosis to find the precision of his thought to be highly
illuminating. His new book Super Consciousness: The Quest for Peak
Experience is something of a recapitulation of his seminal work
The Outsider, and begins: ‘I am now 75, and most of my life has
been devoted to a search for what might be called ‘the mechanisms
of the Peak Experience’, or ‘power consciousness’.
The Outsider, published in 1956, was a literary sensation that
placed Wilson – who was only 24 at the time – amongst the
leading writers of his age. His stardom was short-lived however as a
critical press turned against him after a minor scandal. His second
book was pilloried by much the same people who had raved about his first
one, but Wilson persisted and has built up a considerable following.
I confess to having only read his first and last works, but in re-reading
The Outsider earlier this year was greatly impressed with it,
and developed the idea of ‘outsider scholarship’ from it
for a conference paper delivered recently in Luxembourg. I define this
scholarship as one that lies outside the academy, involves ‘big-picture’
thinking, and is capable of seeing very fast the salient features of
things: novels, peoples, disciplines and ideas. This is Wilson’s
gift as a writer.
There is however a more personal reason why both books speak to me so
vividly, and this is the almost spooky perception that when Wilson dissects
the personalities of individuals like Van Gogh and Nijinsky, he could
have been talking about my father, the 1950s sculptor Peter King. In
other words from a very early age I too was preoccupied with the problem
of the Outsider, and how to avoid the ‘crash’ that so often
accompanies intense creative effort, a crash in my father’s case
that led to his death at the age of 29. I have photographs of him with
staring eyes, perhaps not so different to Nijinsky’s, who also
died at the same age, after a period of superhuman creative effort.
So Wilson’s question, how peak experience, power consciousness
or super-consciousness can be achieved is hedged around with the question
of how one can stop it killing one.
What Wilson did, which perhaps alienated him from an increasingly materialistic
mainstream, was to insist that the Outsider’s problem is at its
core a religious problem. He didn’t mean ‘religion’
in the sense of church-going, but more in the sense of a mystical intensity,
one that drove for example Blake, Van Gogh, Nijinsky and the founder
of the Quakers, George Fox. Indeed intensity is central to the problem,
as Wilson said in 1956: ‘the primary aim is to live more abundantly
at any cost. Harmony can come later.’ So what has over a half-century
of reflection on the problem of intensity he so brilliantly dissected
in The Outsider led to in his new work? He has clearly followed
all the key intellectual developments during this time, and has interesting
observations to make on Phenomenology and the thought of Derrida for
example. Central to his investigation is the Romantic sensibility, which
both seeks this greater abundance, but so easily crashes in depression,
nihilism or suicide. He takes Beckett to task for the nihilism in Endgame:
the work probes the right issues, but is ultimately lazy. For Wilson
an effort must be made, and his openness to a huge range of thought,
and his assiduous study of it, is central to that effort. His clue however
came in an obscure text that T. S. Eliot referenced in The Wasteland:
the Bhagavad Gita. Wilson seems to have discovered this around
the age of 16, and put its central idea of the identity of Atman (self)
with Brahman (cosmos) into practise as a daily meditation, quite without
the benefit of a guru or spiritual teacher.
Now in his seventies, he concludes that humans have eight levels of
consciousness, and that peak experiences are glimpses of higher levels.
Without any such glimpse even the most intensely creative minds, such
as Beckett’s, will fall into nihilism, because the peaks that
they do know are always followed by exhaustion. Where Wilson now finds
a place in contemporary thought is with the conviction that ‘man
is on the point of an evolutionary leap of consciousness.’ More
people will spend more time in the higher states, all the way up to
level seven, at which point there is boundless energy, effortless creativity
– and no ‘downer’ after the high.
Now, I part company with Wilson on this point: I am not sure that consciousness
evolves in this way, mainly because I am not sure how you would falsify
the proposition. This matters little however, and neither does my own
instinct that the key to the Outsider problem actually lies in Level
8 of his scheme, which he says ‘is not at present our affair.’
This is the mystical level of consciousness which for Wilson is constituted
by a set of paradoxes, such as ‘I am everything and nothing’.
The fear of all creative people I think is that level 8 would spell
the end of the tension out of which creativity arises: it would lead
to harmony, not the ‘abundance’ sought by the Outsider.
Perhaps they are right.
Whatever we might think of Wilson’s prognosis for human consciousness,
or of his specific routes to peak experience, I can’t think of
anyone who has so assiduously explored the human crisis of outsiders
such as Nijinsky and Nietzsche – noting that the same individual
was curiously witness to both their onsets of insanity – and all
those blessed (or perhaps cursed) by superhuman creative outpourings.
I only wish that my father, who was already descending into the darkness
of his own demise when the Outsider was published, had been able to
read it and understand its warnings and wisdom. Super Consciousness
in turn would have shown him that creativity and longevity are not necessarily
enemies. And if Wilson is right, that human consciousness is evolving,
then more and more people will survive the gift of genius.