Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Mind Control 101: Myths of Brainwashing

Mind catrol - ur doing it rong akshully

I've studied a lot about mind control over the years. My interest piqued shortly after I left a rigorous and restrictive religion (Mormonism). I wanted to better understand how I had willingly allowed myself to be controlled, all the while believing and protesting loudly that I was free.
These methods are deceptive and unethical, tricking the mind rather than persuading through honesty and reason. Knowing this, I now have a very unique perspective on American politics. I can see these techniques used all the time, by politicians, media, and regular people.

This is not owing to a vast conspiracy. It doesn't take an evil mastermind to notice certain approaches work better to persuade. These methods have always worked and will always continue to work, and so they perpetuate through society. Some who study memetics might even say these approaches are living things that self-replicate and spread though human minds.

This post begins a series called "Mind Control 101", which precedes its non-evil step-twin, "Logical Fallacies 101".

Please do not use this as a How To! I address this topic not with the intent that you try to take over the world. I instead wish to make you better able to defend yourself when your mind comes under assault. I think of it as a defense against the dark arts course.

Let's begin with the myths. The entire subject of brainwashing is "loaded". Loading Language is itself a mind control technique that limits thought by giving you preconceived and highly incorrect notions. I'll start "deprogramming" you by showing where your existing understanding of the topic is far from reality.

When I say these words, "Thought Control" or "Brainwashing", you no doubt envision a wild-haired hypnotist swinging a silver watch, while a stern doctor injects your arm with a strange serum. In the background, hooded figures chant, and soon your eyes begin to glaze over. All the while you are helpless to resist because you are strapped to a chair.

This is all complete fantasy. Here's the great secret: while being brainwashed, you feel in complete control of yourself. You are cooperating. A much more accurate term is "coercive persuasion", because you are persuaded to want the same thing the manipulator wants, to believe as he wants you to believe.

Those who have been thusly persuaded never know they have been brainwashed. Conversely if you're sure you've been brainwashed, you probably haven't been.

So let's dispel some myths, shall we?

Thought reform does not require physical restraint.

Scientists used to think this, back in the 1950s, when American POWs returned from Korea singing the praises of their captors. But coercive persuasion in our free society requires a little more finesse. No force is required. All it takes is listening to someone who is talking. It also requires that you trust them and like them, at least a little bit. If they do their job right, you will go willingly.

This picture is totally photoshopped.

It does not involve hypnotic disks.

Hypnosis is a broad word that means any varying state of consciousness other than the one you're probably experiencing now. Various levels of hypnosis, trance, and meditation are sometimes used by cult groups, but this is never, ever a requirement.

No drugs, truth serums, elixirs, or magical incantations are used in brainwashing.

Other than a few 60's cults that were using drugs anyway, I've never come across any thought reform involving chemicals. Nor does it have anything to do with Satan. No demonic possession, summoning of evil spirits, or worshiping pagan gods is required. Brainwashing is not about the content of the doctrine, but about the methods used to make you believe it, and never want to leave it.

Brainwashed people are not glassy-eyed, drooling zombies.

Most actually appear quite normal. In fact, I would venture to say everyone ends up brainwashed to one degree or another, at some point in their lives. Our brains seem wired to accept manipulation and deception. It seems logical that humankind would have better survived those very dangerous first 100,000 years of pre-history by following a leader without question. Thought control merely capitalizes on those built-in survival skills we are all born with.

There is absolutely no way to know that you've been brainwashed.

That's exactly the point. If you knew you were being controlled, you wouldn't like it very much, and you wouldn't stand for it. The manipulated fully believe they are making their own choices, that they are completely free to act in any way they choose.

A good deal of brainwashing involves setting up trigger thoughts, little tricks and traps that help you deflect any incoming facts, beliefs, thoughts, or feelings that would make you suddenly stop believing the lies you've been duped into. Part of this series is going to be identifying those traps, so you can avoid them in the first place.

(I could say "...and so you can escape if you're already brainwashed." But you see, if I were to accuse you of being controlled, you would immediately become defensive and protest, thinking, "There is no possible way!" That is exactly what I'm talking about.)

There is no "one size fits all" method of mind control.

To paraphrase Abraham Lincoln, you can control some of the people all of the time, or all the people some of the time, but you can't control all the people all the time. Manipulators throw out a line with some bait to see what bites. Sometimes it's you, but usually you will laugh at their crazy ideas. Everyone is ripe for being manipulated at some point in their lives. Someone has something to say that will appeal specifically to you. You will always be able to see how other people are being brainwashed, but you won't necessarily notice when it's happening to you, because you will like it.

There are a lot of mind control tricks, but not all are required.

There isn't a checklist that says, "Must meet all 50 requirements to be considered mind control". To control, you only need to do what works.

Brainwashing is not total.

It is possible to be partly brainwashed. You can be brainwashed about certain topics but not others. You can be brainwashed to the point of doing or believing almost everything the leader wants, but not quite. Victims of mind control can eventually be freed.


This image is actually pretty accurate.  NOT!
A completely staged, totally unrealistic depiction of a typical brainwasher.
(Note the evil eyebrows.)
Brainwashers are not creepy, bizarre, crazy, mean-spirited men who ooze evil and darkness from every pore.

Images of cackling, sneering, British-accent-wielding villains were created for the drama of movie fiction, not to reflect reality.

If you're going to be good at manipulation, you've got to be likable. To persuade, you must be charismatic. To convince, you must be, well... convincing. I listened to old recordings of Jim Jones taped just before the infamous Jonestown kool-aid mass-suicides and he sounded sincere, kind, loving, and wise.

Furthermore, controlling groups or ideologies work best when believers are taught to use brainwashing techniques themselves. That's right. In almost every case, the controlled end up controlling.

No one is immune from mind control.

Not even me, not even after all I've learned about it. I can build up defenses, but even then I will be susceptible to it at some point.

Conclusion

Now you know what mind control is not, which gives you an advantage over most people. In the next post I will, in the most basic of terms, describe what it is. Later on, I will delve into the details each technique so you can learn to recognize these methods in the wild.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Evidence of the Flying Spaghetti Monster in Biblical Teachings

Much as been made in the Creationism debate of just who created the Earth. Was it Jehovah, the God of the Bible? Was it Atum who ejaculated human kind into the world? Was it Ahura Mazda who made a mountain grow so high it punctured the sky and rained down all known things? 

Or maybe it the Flying Spaghetti Monster. But why her? There is no ancient evidence of her existence. She was just made up in 2005 by Teacher Bobby Henderson (blessed be his name) who was trying to prove a point. No one can even decide her gender!

But I'm here to tell you there is plenty of evidence, just as much evidence as we have for any other religion with ancient roots. You see, the Bible itself is full of references to the Flying Spaghetti Monster and her doctrines. In fact, the Bible was originally about the FSM, until it was co-opted and infected by the much later faiths of Judaism and Christianity.

Or you be realistic and assume Pastfarianism is in its infancy, that the religion only a few years old. (Because it is.) The core scriptures consist of one open letter written to American school boards, one drawing of the FSM making some mountains and a midget, a graph, and a few miscellaneous photographs taken by zealots.  There are only three tenets to the faith so far:  
  1. A Flying Spaghetti Monster created the universe.
  2. The first human was a pregnant midget. 
  3. The decline in the world's pirate population is leading to global warming, hence pirates are very important.  
With just those three doctrines, and one hour, just a few months after the FSM was "invented", and using the Holy Book of another religion, I was able to find plenty of biblical support for the Pastafarian faith. The odds were stacked very much against me.  

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Just Looking

by Luna Lindsey

I need a dress for a wedding
It is a custom I don't understand
And endure for the sake of friendship.

My heart burns in my clenched chest
as I browse the bright colors
Not finding the color I need.
I consciously draw breath, in, out, in
Keep breathing, air like water
to wash away the stain of terror.
There is always more fear to replace what I exhale.

The employee, well-dressed, blond,
intense red lipstick crisp on her pristine face,
above her fashionable clothes,
and accessories,
asks:
"May I help you?"
Unaware, she ignites my red-pain anxiety into a new inferno.
I smile.
I pretend.
"No thanks, just looking. "
I repeat the pat line,
An uncomfortable lie,
Just to make her go away.
I really mean:
"I don't belong here,
"No one can help me look normal…
like you.
I will never feel normal…
like you."

Monday, March 25, 2013

Aspy Heart

Aspy <3 - a poem
by Luna Lindsey

There is not enough written on Asperger's and love.
I am used to making my own things.

When I used to imagine what drugs felt like,
I thought they must feel like falling in love.
I was wrong. Drugs were a disappointment.
When I imagine what heroine feels like,
It must feel as good as being in love,
Or better.
Elsewise, why would anyone bother?

When I wonder if I'm happy,
I often decide I must not be.
Because I assume that all good feelings
must be as overwhelming as my bad
Else they must not be real feelings.

When I am in love, I am in love fully,
or not at all.
Depends on the day.
Depends on whether I've decided to love you.
Or maybe it's out of my control.

It means I had to teach myself to express love
in ways that you could understand.
It means I have to learn to hear love
when you express it the way you know.

I am always learning someone else's language.
Waiting for the feelings to be steady and permanent
and as powerful as my bad feelings
all the time.
As trustworthy as my bad feelings.
As consistent.
As conjurable.

This poem needs an ending
but an ending never comes.
No bookends or closed parentheses. 
The answers never materialize
in a satisfying end of file.

My heart is never open,
For when it opens, it will bleed.
But it never completely closes,
either.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Build a Bigger Berry

You're in a restaurant supply grocery store, the kind with walk-in freezers and where you can buy 5 lb boxes of strawberries. The produce refrigerator, in which you're standing, smells like old broccoli. As you lift the box of strawberries to place on the cart, the lid pops open, and the biggest strawberry you've ever beheld falls to the gray concrete floor.

What do you do?

* Actual Size. Not part of this complete breakfast.
or, "It's dangerous to go alone. Take this!"

Nothing could be less interesting than a strawberry falling on the floor. Or so it seems. Yet the circumstances  for this event can shape important elements of story: the stakes, character development, plot, worldbuilding, and theme. The first three are essential, but if a writer does her job right, a minor strawberry-fumble scene should convey all five.

Stakes & Tension


This true story (which actually happened to me) only became interesting because of two factors:

1) A strawberry the size of my fist,
2) a floor of the sort my mother taught me never to even walk on without washing my feet afterwards.

The stakes were raised. Not a small berry, a big one. Not a clean floor, a nasty one.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Hacker Tools to Combat eBook Pirates

Much is discussed about ebook piracy, particularly in the debate about whether it is good or bad for authors and publishers. There's Chuck WendigNeil Gaiman, Seth Godin, my friend Michael Montoure, and others, have all weighed in with controversial opinions.

Yet a practical question remains unanswered, and it's one I took for granted because of my technical background. When it came up at the Stop Thief! Radcon panel, I realized it needs answering, in detail, in a blog post.

The question has two parts: How do you know your work is being pirated and what do you do about it?

This assumes that you have decided you do not want your work pirated. I tend to agree more with the Godins and Gaimans of the world. Piracy is exposure, and exposure is good. Most unauthorized downloads are not lost sales anyway.

But some pirate sites charge money and directly profit from your work. No matter where I stand in this debate on any given day, direct profit on the sales of my book by someone not legally authorized really raises my ire.

And during the panel, Peter Jones, who has a legal background, raised a thought-provoking point. If you do not make some effort to defend your copyright, it becomes more difficult to defend in court against piracy for profit or plagiarism. Specifically noting next to the pirate file that the author has specifically granted distribution permissions to a particular site may help cover your ass. You still need to find and communicate to the pirates to accomplish this.

So I place upon my head the Admiral Hat of Irate Pirate Hate, and will teach you sailors how to man the canons and batten the hatches.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Radcon 6A Madcap Recap

Okay, false advertising. Radcon 6A was not actually madcap, nor is this post. But sometimes a title presents itself and refuses to dislodge itself.

Weather-permitting, Radcon has marked the first of spring for me since my college days in the late 90's. Mid-February is often the first day of warm sun in Eastern Washington, turning the winter's average 20's chill to a nice 50-something. That tradition carried on even after I moved to Seattle, where the winter is a bit warmer, but the sun more scarce. There have been disappointing exceptions, especially the year an icy wind tossed around a thick layer of gravel-sized dust particles all weekend. Yuck.

This year, however, did not disappoint. On our drive, the car reported an outside temperature of 54 degrees, and the sun shone a little too brightly to make for a comfortable drive. I found myself wishing I'd packed more short-sleeved shirts. As soon as we reached the hotel, I stripped out of my boots and thick thigh-high socks to free my feet of the swelter.

This year, the theme for me seemed to be "Growing Old". This was my 18th Radcon, and I've not missed a one since 1995, not even the year I had a kidney infection and had to sit out most of the con. This was my ninth Radcon since moving to Seattle, which means I reached an equilateral point - as many Radcons living away from the Tri-Cities as local.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Radcon 6A Panel Schedule

I am honored to be on the panel schedule for Radcon 6A, this coming weekend, February 15-17th, 2013, in Pasco, WA.

I consider Radcon my home con. Not to jinx it, but I've attended every Radcon since my first in 1995. Though I no longer live in Eastern Washington, I make the long trek through the mountains back to Mordor, each year, and not even a pain-wracking, can-barely-move kidney infection has stopped me. It's a good con, "medium sized" by the old standards, but with cons like PAX exceeding 70,000 attendees, I suppose it's a small gathering.

Since my youthful days, when I still held the illusion that being a writer was glamorous and could get you lots of money and free stuff, I dreamt of being a panelist at Radcon. Now that day has arrived.

My schedule begins with a reading Friday evening at 5pm. I am currently planning to read my two recently published stories, Beyond Earth's Summer and Let the Bugs Work Themselves Out. If there's time, I may There will definitely not be time to read a passage from Emerald City Iron.

Then I'm on four panels over Saturday and Sunday about various writing and fiction topics. I'm greatly looking forward to it, and I hope when I'm up there, I will actually have something interesting to say. If you're there, stop by and see me!

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Beyond Earth's Summer on Penumbra Rising Talent

I am pleased to announce that I was published as January's Rising Talent in Penumbra eMag. The January 2013 theme was Ray Bradbury to celebrate the life of the great science fiction author who passed on last June.

In addition to my short story, I was asked to write an essay about Ray Bradbury. The story itself tells of the last woman on earth, and her desperate struggle to find meaning on a lonely planet.

Please read my essay and story, Beyond Earth's Summer. It's free.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

My Inner Life: Adventures With Asperger's

They say if you meet one person with Asperger's, you've only met that one person with Asperger's. I know several diagnosed aspies, and it took me this long to realize I was like them.

Asperger's, like other forms of autism, is difficult to understand. On the outside, autism manifests quite differently in different people. Is it difficulty expressing empathy? Is it self-stimulating (aka "stimming") by rocking or hand-flapping? Is it avoidance of eye contact? Is it talking too loudly? Is it a lack of friends? Is it preoccupation with special interests? Is it poor motor control?

The answer is any of the above, some of the above, or all of the above. What defines autism is not the outward manifestations of our condition. It is our inner world. It is in how our minds operate. It is our unusual senses and the mixing of our senses and the oversensations and blocking of sensations and having a mind that's on a high-speed railway when we're trying to focus on just one thing, and a low-speed railway right when we need to function. Though we experience unique inner-worlds, we have far more in common with one another than we have with neurotypicals (NTs).

I want to show you what it is like to live inside in my head. It is a colorful world, a verbal world, a world of impressions and shapes and impulses and words and thoughts that can never be put into words no matter how much I struggle. It is a place where new connections are constantly being formed, where I am testing the truth of every statement, searching for contradictions, searching for commonalities, searching for patterns and puns and odd ways to fit everything together.

My mind wants to hear everything, see everything, take it all in. And sometimes it breaks down because it has taken in too much. I want to know people in impossibly deep ways, and yet want to avoid them because the disruptions they cause to my steady stream of thoughts is nearly intolerable.

I do not settle for simple. I will not abide ordinary. Welcome to my inner life.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

2012 Accomplishments - 2013 Goals

It's time to sit back and look at my writerly accomplishments from 2012. I set no written goals in 2012; nevertheless I broke new ground in my career. Some were planned while most others were complete surprises.
It's good to put it down in one place - at the time it didn't seem like I was accomplishing this much.

My goals for 2013:
  • Release Emerald City Iron on kindle.
  • Release Emerald City Dreamer in print.
  • Complete the first draft of the next Dreams by Streetlight novel.
  • Begin a completely new project - A novel or novella set in a new world - probably my kombucha-inspired story I've been dying to get to.
  • Sell two more short stories.
  • Stretch goal, to publish a short story in a pro-paying market.
  • Perform 3-5 readings.
  • Be a panelist at a con.
Notice there aren't any marketing and sales goals - I take those as "givens" as part of releasing a new novel. I'd rather focus on producing than be distracted by written marketing goals.

If 2013 is anything like last year, I fully expect more surprises. 

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Easy Recycle: Candle Hacking

So cozy, so warm.
Candles are necessary to my sanity -- and to my writing. Their cheery little flames and randomness of their burning are one of the many little tricks I use to motivate myself. Yet at $10-15 a pillar, what am I to do?

I don't know much about wax futures or what goes into the industrial manufacture of sweet-scented conveyors of fire, but for some reason, the price of candles is skyrocketing. They've always been expensive at retail, but I, ever thrifty, knew the places to buy them dirt cheap. Places like thrift stores, dollar stores, and discount stores.

Alas, they've caught on to my schemes, and the price has shot up everywhere. Ikea still remains a decent place to get reasonable (not cheap) candles. And sometimes clearance at Rite Aid of all places. These are lucky finds, not dependable sources at all. [UPDATE: This is now a lie. Whatever caused candles to be expensive has changed again. Also, we now have Wal*Mart. These two concepts may be related.]

I also used to go to ridiculous lengths to make sure a candle burned as much wax as possible to avoid waste. Wasted wax hurt me inside.

Now there's a solution to both problems: Recycling.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Les Misérables and Ayn Rand

I delight in finding flaws in Ayn Rand's reasoning using the tools of logic she promoted. This isn't because I hate Ayn Rand; to the contrary, she has been highly influential and I respect her greatly.

Just as she did, I enjoy battling contradiction where ever I find it. Rand herself said, in the (in)famous John Galt speech of Atlas Shrugged, "To arrive at a contradiction is to confess an error in one’s thinking; to maintain a contradiction is to abdicate one’s mind and to evict oneself from the realm of reality." This woman who espoused individual thinking and death to dogma created perhaps one of the greatest contradictions -- followers who question not a word she spoke, who thirty years after her expiration date continue to walk in lock step and exile anyone who dares question or have an original idea.

Perhaps it is also because I have the heart of a hacker that I love to poke. Rand's philosophy, Objectivism, is a complex yet elegant machine, so self-assured of its own function, wholeness, and security, that I cannot resist breaking it apart whenever I can. Objectivism is a machine that has a place in this world, but it should not run the world. It should click along quietly in the shadows, cranking out interesting ideas, and keeping corruption of certain types in check. It should not produce a type of corruption itself; a corruption which has, unfortunately, permeated much of our society, corporate culture, and government.

It is in this spirit I write this post.

Just as Ayn Rand is one of my influences, she often cited Victor Hugo as one of hers. She idealized romanticism, which she saw as a type of art which distilled reality down into its most poignant, beautiful, powerful parts. Art should lift up humanity's highest values as a guide for all to follow, and she found this in Hugo's work. Her favorite of these works is also my favorite: Les Misérables.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The Next Big Thing

Andrew Williams graciously invited me to be next in the Next Big Thing blog hop. He got it from Eric J. Guignard, who got it from Erik T. Johnson, who caught it from John F.D. Taff, who doesn't really remember where he got it from.

If all infections diseases were so fun and productive to spread, we'd have no need for modern medicine. I guess that's why they think of memes as a life form. The symptom of this disease is that I will be posting the answers to ten questions about my current work in progress. As a reader, you have no need to fear -- I will not be spreading this infection to you. If you never engage in the unsafe act of writing fiction, you are inoculated.

My writer friends, on the other hand, are completely exposed, and I have infected tagged four of them who will be acting out their symptoms next week on December 19th.

Hey, at least it's not a pyramid scheme...

...or IS it?

Now for the questions...

What is the working title of your next book?

Emerald City Iron. The theme grew nicely out of the working title, so it is now firmly the title.

Where did the idea come from for the book?

This novel is a sequel to my last novel, Emerald City Dreamer. I wanted a simple monster-hunting plot to parallel Sandy's inner growth, and so used the most horrifying monster I'd ever encountered in all of my fairy lore research - the Nuckelavee. Because I never can be too mean to Sandy.

What genre does your book fall under?

Urban Fantasy.

What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?

Scarlett Johansson would make a pretty decent Sandy, as long as she's wearing reading glasses.

Only with auburn hair.

Monday, October 22, 2012

No Mo Wri Mo: Why I Am Regrettably Not Doing NaNoWriMo This Year

I am a two-time NaNoWriMo winner. It took me years to get up the courage (and a lost job) to finally get around to it in 2010. Right before NaNoWriMo, I had nearly completed my first novel, Emerald City Dreamer. For NaNoWriMo, I paused that project, and started a whole new project, an alternative history vampire fantasy, with my novel The Sun Never Rises.

As much as I loved the world I built, and my character, and the ending, I have not read The Sun Never Rises. Not once in two years. I haven't had time.

My third novel, Emerald City Hunter, I wrote during last year's NaNoWriMo.

For both projects, I came in at higher than 50,000 words. Right around 65,000 each. I proved I have no problem cranking out high word counts. Awesome.

Unfortunately, those words suck. Not all of them, but enough of them to make editing a real problem. I realize this is the point of NaNoWriMo, to write words that suck, just so long as you write them. And yes, those were my first novels, so they were probably going to suck anyway. I had a lot to learn about how to make 50,000+ words not suck. Some of those I learned during the writing process itself, and some during the grueling editing process.

Now that I've learned those lessons, I'm going for the long view.

I understand my pace better now. It is similar to my process for short stories. Plan, outline, write a few chapters, go back, revisit the outline, revise some future scenes in the outline, edit the past scenes a little bit, write the future scenes, revisit the outline, edit some old scenes, and so on.

When I do it that way, I end up with is a draft that is more satisfying and very solid. It is nearly ready, with some slight polish, to be shown to my writer's group, Cloud City Wordslingers. It is less frustrating and time-consuming when it comes to editing.

Word counts are antithetical to this process. And it takes longer than 30 days.

November is coming, and I see everyone talking about NaNoWriMo. I'm sad. I want to be along with you guys, cheering each other on, sharing problems and woes, and hitting 2-4k words per day. I will feel a little left out, and a little nostalgic for those past NaNoWriMos that were probably a lot more miserable than I remember. It will be hard, knowing I could have another novel under my belt. But I know it will be a novel that will likely have to sit in a drawer for years before I get time to edit it.

I will, however, be doing "WriMo". I will be writing all month. I won't be watching word counts. I won't be aiming at 50,000 words on a single project. I am aiming to finish Emerald City Iron (novella, already half done) to draft that can be read by my fellow Wordslingers. And I will be aiming to begin plotting the next novella. I will share progress on Twitter and here.

Good luck to all WriMos, whether you're doing a novel, a couple novellas, or a pile of short stories. I thank the NaNoWriMo people for holding that carrot out to me for years prior to 2010, to make me keep thinking, "I ought to get back to writing someday", and to letting me win two years in a row.