Bibliography

High Performance

  • Wright, Craig, The Hidden Habits of Genius, 2020, Harper Collins Dey St, ISBN 978-0-06-289271-3.
    I first came across Professor Wright’s work in his study of esoteric aspects of late mediaeval music, the Maze and the Warrior, which anchored two facets of the quadrivium case at the heart of the birth of the Renaissance. It’s therefore a great pleasure to see him found Yale’s Genius Course, although I have a certain reservation about its necessity, as I don’t think you can create genius, and an attempt to do so panders to its opposite, arrogance. Genius has nothing to prove, because it’s got a track record starting young.
  • Falkenstein, Tom, The HighlybSensitive Man, 2017, Harper Collins Thorsons, ISBN 978-0-00-836644-5
    This work takes a different approach to the previous female-orientated texts, in that the hunter-gatherer/arbitrator dichotomy they espouse simply doesn’t hold water in a neurodiverse environment where men are far more represented. I was sought by some prime Alphas, the SAS, for my ability as a negotiator, to replace Robert Nairac. Sadly, I discovered what had happened and would have done the same, so the only path forwards was to walk away, silently.

General Psychology

It is beyond the reasonable bounds of this work to debate the virtues or otherwise of foundation texts. Reading my postings, you’ll discover I’m correcting the thinking of Peter Levine (the entire corpus of trauma therapy uses his Immediate Action limbic clearance long after the event), and have little appreciation of Stephen Porges’ Polyvalent theory (I’m too pragmatic to have time for a theory which remains unproven twenty years later). Likewise Peter Attwood and Dabrowsky (for overt prejudice against their subjects – first do no harm).

This field has been bedevilled by now-discredited claptrap (Freud and Jung), over-assertive practitioners (the 2020 UK High Court’s termination of the Tavistock Clinic’s authority in their latest domain, paediatric gender reassignment, is equally pertinent to their behaviour towards me nearly 60 years ago, when their connection to the aforesaid mountebanks was still recent), and is nowhere more clearly demonstrated than in the absence of serious academic studies a hundred years after Binet. All the work’s gone into the bottom end, trying to make silk purses out of sows ears, whereas at the top few silk purses are produced because nobody knows how to make them: the result is hundreds of thousands of people suffering from abuse, in the truest sense of the word, nobody knows how to handle them.

That the UK Government should try to seek out “geeks and misfits” in 2020 says it all. Half the Cabinet Office saw me in full flow in 2015, but I was already aligned with Johnny Mercer, David Davies, Rory Stewart and Andrew Mitchell from long before, and was in any case resentful of David Cameron’s abuse in 2010. My team went off to work for Paul Judge in 2008, as his Jury Team. You retired me and I’m not coming back: it’s one thing for the Boss to set me onto something, but you’re not Him, Boris.

A General Model of High Mentation.

An Analytic Approach

Behaviourally, I can divide my traits in two, normal and esoteric.

My intrinsic mentality can express itself normally, fully, and so is only extraordinary in the volume and speed of processing. My audience likely can’t cope with the volume, so I learned to précis, long ago. One minor feature is that I can follow several lines of thought simultaneously, which may not necessarily be in accordance with each other, a most useful skill as a money-markets dealer. I use it a lot in critiquing research in a contentious area, although the trait itself is a normal extension of neuroception. Essentially, I can handle network thinking, where the logic branches and remerges, across the different threads. Political viewpoints are a case in point.

My esoteric traits are far less normal. As a seer medium, I channel the numinous when needed. Humanity mostly has freewill, so it’s not common, let alone frequent, which is why sit-up-and-beg methods such as the Koestler Institute’s research into the paranormal aren’t going to get anywhere. The lemma requirement of a situation to be resolved is not replicable, for starters. So we’re outside the boundaries of the scientific, which is science’s problem, not mine.

Theoretically, Mathematics has proven itself bounded, so all methods espoused to it are likewise similarly constrained. Where you have a bound, it has two sides, enclosed and excluded, and so it’s quite possible to have valid unquantifiable activity it’s not equiped to critique. I’ll have six kilos of love, a gross of insults, and 2 tubes of beauty, please.

A Composite Approach

I have a number of distinctive traits. I’m quite powerful as a Reiki master, although I don’t practice as it infringes my ethical boundaries: this gift taps the numinous and so is only to be used as directed. It’s a combination of meridians, diplomatic empathy, and meditation, so we can consider each as a distinct trait, in due course.

I likewise am currently investigating what appears to be high sensitivity in a masculine format, moderating dominance.

And likewise, I’m certainly Gifted, the seer medium skill (termed hyperperception) was triggered by the Church of England requiring me to demonstrate the power by which I was operating, It has consistently pre-positioned resources, sometimes long before my parents met.

The possibility then arises of using generalised knowledge to guide, without allowing it dominance. Ideally, a holistic integration should be possible.

The real question is, what are these traits, and can they be considered taxonomically? How do they work, at a neurophysiological level?

A highly perceptive mind

I apologise in advance for ostensible arrogance. I’m trying to deal in facts, and to show you a facet of intelligence you may not have understood, to see yourselves as others see you. We’re generally too kind to say it.

My IQ was tested in 2015, when I was 60, at Binet 153-4. I’d been banned from ever testing again when I was 12, by the Head of The Tavistock Clinic, after congratulating me. I’d just been added to the baseline reference group of IQs.

A few years passed, before I studied statistics. The reason’s in the maths, the subject’s compared with every member of the baseline group, and the results multiplied together before being used as the denominator in the final calculation. Me – Me = 0, which wipes out the other differences, and a zero denominator’s indeterminate. But Me(60) – Me (12) isn’t zero, and so the test is valid. A 153-4 score aged 60 indicates mid-160s at peak, and I remember studying how thin the baseline group is at that level. I didn’t know I was in that select couple on 163.

With a brain like that, even unwittingly, I got rather involved in the team which won the 2012 Nobel Peace Prize, the visionary and economist of WEU, the European Defence Diplomatic HQ. That drew the attention of Harley Street’s shrinks, who panel-tested me with the results described. More than that, though, my visionary facet did it’s thing.

The 2015 testing also saw a rare instance of my seer medium gift manifest. As a result, they added an MRI, which presented a normal brain working abnormally busily, and so they followed up with a 24-hour EEG, which showed only vestigial beta phase sleep, compensated for by an activity level of 30% at rest, going to near 100%. A neurotypical uses 10%, but half of that’s short-term memory needed to store the experiences your beta-phase sleep processes. I process it immediately, and so am very fast indeed on the uptake – and I can handle far larger volumes of data in pattern-searching. It made me a superb intelligence analyst.

Disorderly Conduct

The American DSM-5 classification classes Aspergers as being on the Autistic Spectrum. That’s marginally dishonest, the cutting edge of huge and shameful dishonesty. The Autistic Spectrum is a shorthand for Autostic Spectrum Disorder.

I have three PCs in front of me. One’s running at 100%. One runs at 10%. One barely starts up before it reboots. Which needs repair? The last two. And yet, because teachers, running at 10%, can’t cope with kids whose minds run at 100%, they came up with the idea of over-excitability, and bludgeoned the kids into years of suffering, Running at the speed of the slowest donkey in the class. Frustration builds, and triggers a reaction followed by exclusion, which is followed by desocialisation and criminality. The ASD asks why they should be bound by the constraints of a Society which has rejected them. A social contract has been breached, and they see little reason to go along with discrimination. Their brains then find paths into disturbing that complacency, and prison awaits.

The Starting Post

Rider: I’m not qualified medically, I’m trying to sort out my mentation now I know why it’s unusual.

Between 1963 and 1967, I was studied by the Tavistock Clinic during the creation of the baseline reference group used in IQ testing of children. Although they didn’t disclose much, what they did disclose corroborates later findings, namely that at age 8y6m I had the general knowledge of a 14 year old, built since I learned to read aged 5y6m.

In 2015, with a decent share of the 2012 Nobel Peace Prize under my belt, Harley Street caught up with me, panel-testing me with an IQ of 153-4 aged 60, indicating mid-160s at peak. Side-dishes of the diagnosis include mild high-functioning Aspergers and hyperperception. The latter is jargon for what I experience as a seer-medium, as a typical incident happened in full view of the panel. I anticipated a major strategic question by 6 months, which came my way unasked, and during the incident itself Found the ideal person to execute the solution. As a result, the study was extended to include an MRI scan, which showed a normal brain lit up like a Christmas tree, and then a 24-hour EEG, which revealed only vestigial beta-phase sleep, and an at-rest activity level of 30%, running to near 100%. I’m processing my experience live, rather than overnight, making me far faster on the uptake. A neurotypical uses 10-11%.

Since then, I’ve sought academic elucidation, futilely. I have therefore started to study myself, as the longest journey begins at home.

My first elaboration was to correlate my IQ with other data. I’m off the top as I age, but what was the top? Well, I’m somewhere in the Binet baseline set, anonymised, but with “mid-160s” on the table, it’s simple. There are only a couple of scores in that bracket, both on 163. It crosschecks with the pre-Binet calculation, 14/8.5 = 165%. There is every reason to impute I may have reinforced the top bar on IQs.

My second elaboration brings in military studies of sleep deprivation. A neurotypical overloads after 2 days, meaning they use up to half the 10% on average for short-term experiential memory, the feedstock of beta-phase sleep. The contrast explains my communication issues: it’s not me, but my audience, who can’t cope. I have around 70% of my brain available, they have 5%. I can develop far larger models than they can, and have to perform a 20:1 précis for them to even begin to understand the broader picture. And that’s before going into the detail. I typify it with the following mind-model: I have two identical PCs, one with an up-to-date Operating System which can use all the memory installed, the other with an out-of-date one which can handle only 10% of the memory, and most of that’s buffering. Which needs an upgrade because it’s dysfunctional? So how come the gold-star one with full functionality is termed Disordered?

Therefore, my first question, still unanswered, was, “What do you mean?”, to which I got no answer. Examining the history of diagnosis revealed a shocking tale of abuse second only to how the Roman Catholic Church treated (and possibly still treats) children born out of wedlock. Starting with Hans Asperger’s original diagnosis, which sent his subjects to the Nazi Concentration Camp gas chambers, it was quietly forgotten about until the 1970s, when a study of disruptive children in education gave rise to a number of hypotheses derived from Dabrowsky’s “over-excitability” concept. It never occurred to them that they may be under-powered. Among these hypotheses (which included ADHD, now mostly discredited) was Aspergers. Two types were recognised, high-functioning and low-functioning, based on similar behavioural symptoms, without any deeper investigation of the portmanteau grab-bag involved. Both melt down, and can be disruptive. What then happened was low-functioning Aspergers was recognised as the lower slopes of autism, which was broadened to become Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), and currently Attwood and associates are engaged in the following logic, in the development of DSM-6: we know nothing about high-performance Aspergers, so we’ll dispense with that category, leaving simply Aspergers, which is part of ASD and so can be dispensed with. Suddenly I’m considered intellectually-challenged despite having a top gong and one of the top IQs on record? I’ll tell you who’s intellectually challenged, and it’s not me. Diagnosticians who shift the goalposts!

So, my objective here is to speak for myself. I’ve lived with my condition 24/7 for 66 years, rather than occasionally getting a view of it from the foothills. Hopefully others can do the same in building a less subjective view of the subject. But I must begin somewhere, and nuance it.

One corollary of the Tavistock work was a serious breach of my privacy. They appeared in my life at the start of the Childrens’ IQ extension, firstly setting my entire school a huge General Knowledge test, then an IQ test, followed by another for the outliers, and finally an individual test, this time at their new Belsize Park offices. After that one, I was asked to wait while it was scored, and their head honcho came down to congratulate me – what for, nobody ever said. Whether anyone else was told, I never knew. My father insisted I was normal, although the evidence to the contrary was growing fast: what 11 year old gets to learn the ground rules of the security services? I’d spotted my first KGB operative, bodyguard to Akademician Ivanov at the start of the Fiat 125 theft. What 11 year old could recognise the title? What normal 14 year old deals with Richard Attenborough on his first outing as a director and takes the salute from the cream of British acting as a result? I’d found the uniforms he needed for Oh! What a Lovely War, and was detailed to take the salute from the cast at the start of the PR buildup before filming. It’s only in hindsight I realised I delivered a subtler message, that in 1969 14 year olds were in uniform, no differently from fifty years earlier. That we were singing the same songs, that we were “the baby boy scouts”, passed us by: I was on the way to an unsolicited job offer from the best of the best, the SAS. That came to nothing because the High Command failed my due diligence test. But the reason I was on that stream at all was the fruit of serious indiscretion by the Tavistock. In confirming the School had passed the GK profiling test, and was being accepted into the baseline group, they added the phrase, “and particular congratulations go to Jeremy Main, who has the General Knowledge of a 14 year old”. It was read out in School Assembly, and you could have heard a pin drop as a Lord of the Flies reaction set in. Kill the geek! By the time reality was discovered when I finally broke in class three years later, complex trauma had been created, which I only shed a couple of weeks back. I was in protective measures, under the eye of the School Sergeant, and tracked into the military as I rose to the top of the CCF Battalion.

Although I’d made some significant contributions in my early teens (ABC musical notation, which was the foundation for MIDI, and getting my surname into the heart of almost all computer coding, a jest which made a lot of sense) it was in my Uni days that I really started to shine. Part of the team which launched Mike Oldfield and Kraftwerk – that created Virgin. Host Stage Manager to Queen the Saturday Bohemian Rhapsody hit. Learning from Mal Wild and Alwyn Wall, the Beatles roadies, on the edge of Simon Rattle’s circle, while also learning applied economics from Eddie George and Mervyn King, junior managers in the Bank of England’s Birmingham branch. My undergraduate thesis in counterpurchase earned me an MI5 viva, because I’d used a superforecasting technique to predict the fall of the Iron Curtain: I’d spotted a pattern to the exceptions to the normal pattern, which indicated covert abstraction by the USSR from the economies of the Warsaw Pact satellites of a size sufficient to become economically devastating on a 10-11 year timescale. They were effectively paying for the Cold War.

ALthough my military career aborted, I soon found myself taking a serious initiative at the outbreak of the Falklands War which drew me to the eye of Peter Carrington, the Foreign Secretary. I basically stripped the Company’s stores (Cadbury Schweppes) of chocolates and soft drinks, the sale of the year, meeting with Peter’s full approval – he was a non-exec Main Board member. The only thing they didn’t run out of, several Argentine units surrendered to a hail of Coke cans, stretching the grenades considerably! A year later, I was outside the Libyan embassy at the very start of the siege, my eyewitness observations were very helpful. Again, MI5: to have an intelligencer observer just before it kicked off was useful.

More significantly, I found myself accurately intercepting a crisis in a local church, raising the question how. The result was another coercive testing, this timebat the hands of the Principal of the CofE Church Army Seminary. Secure in the knowledge I’d been spot on in the first, and faced with a superficially impossible question, I passed the ball upwards, while cleansing my channels and diving for cover in meditative fugue. Something spoke through me, accurately, which was not me. I now know it was an initiation into a seer skill. After building foundation experience rolling the Dial-a-Ride service out, I found myself courting WEU’s chief sherpa wrangler, the PA to the Head of Council Secretariat, who was astonished I already knew the body: I’d read its study papers while in protective care, aged 13-14. The next step was semi-official, Christmas Lunch, Nov 1978, we’re at the SG’s table. So I take myself to him on his own terms, explaining the Iron Curtain was about to collapse. When it did, our stars were in the ascendant, and although we were at first reticent to ride them, our hands were forced, Jonahed into a setting which wouls see the completion of Gandhi’s work, and the next step in the guardianship of the Eternal. I didn’t move straight into that, of course, my competence was built by degrees. The path had been prepared long before I was a twinkle in my parents’ eye: one facet goes back to the 1880s.

So, with time to recover from the normal medical issues 60 years brings, and reassessing my psychology, certain truths can be said:

  • The fact I can communicate at all means I don’t think differently, but more: the constraint of logic enjoins me to that.
  • However, that’s left brain, and my right brain also has a say. I’m Gifted, test as a Reiki Master, and have some notable musical achievements to my name. I’m currently investigating High Sensitivity in a male setting, ticking many boxes.
  • Nor, for that matter, should we fail to note the limbic, the heart of meditation, and the basal ganglia, reflex.
  • However, subject to more developments in meridian physiology, I’m stopping there. No polyvagal theory for me. It makes no sense.

A new perception

In modern psychology, our outlook on the world is far more than our senses. As a result, a number of different perceptions is now recognised, running from neuroception through interoception, proprioception, and exteroception. However, one’s missing.

Neuroception is our perception of what we’re thinking. We don’t just think, we’re aware of what we’re thinking, and use that to modify our behaviour, if necessary.

Interoception is the perception of how we feel in our bodies. Tired, hungry, randy, fresh, these are all what our bodies tell us. Oddly, Wendy d’Andrea has recently published a study showing that where either or both of a couple carry childhood trauma, both (regardless of the trauma) are aware of the other’s interoception, in crossover.

Proprioception is our awareness of our immediate surroundings. This is partly the world of our senses, but also of our memory. Where did I put my keys?

Exteroception is the domain of pure knowledge. I’ve never been to Japan, but I know it exists, and appreciate its skills and thinking.

All well and good, nice and scientific, tangible. Except there’s a crack in the model, cross-over interoception. It’s one example of another domain, awareness of the intangible. From empathy, to meridians, to the numinous, we’re aware of things which aren’t there. I’m hyperperceptive, I’m sometimes aware of potential reality, far beyond imagination. That’s a paranormal power akin to remote viewing. I channel the numinous when needed, and test at Master level in Reiki. I know how they came to be. Out of rspect for Abraham Maslow’s thinking of this, which he called the transpersonal, at the very pinnacle of his pyramid of aspiration, I’m calling it transception.

It is, admittedly, something of a grab-bag akin to St Paul’s Areopagus speech. “You have a God of thos, and a God of that, and over there, a God of everything else. Let me introduce you to him.” It may be we can sub-classify further when we know more. I’m starting at the beginning.

Philosophically, if the rest of the -ceptions are measurable, scientific, tangible, then they may be mensurable, quantifiable. However, mathematics has proved itself to be bounded, and so everything else using it, or science, as a lemma, is too. But where you have a boundary, it has two sides, included and exception. The world of quality wots not of quantity. I’ll have two kilos of love please, and six feet of scowl.

Something about me

I’m your common or garden genius, with a decent share to a Nobel Prize to my name. I’ll likely tell you about it sometime, not now. That’s because I’m practical, and my tale is more than people can cope with – which is why I’ve withdrawn from social media. I’m not into feeding trolls.

Right now, I’m sorting some complex PTSD dumped on me in adolescence, 50 years ago, and because I’ve got to do that myself, I’ve been learning how. I’m fortunate, I’ve accidentally cleared a simple traumatic trigger myself. I’ll have things to say on that.

To do so safely, given my rather unusual mentality, has taken some checking. There’s a huge problem, institutional prejudice. I’ll have things to say on that too. I’m certified sane.

A hobby mantra turns around the Roman Catholic conception of the Eucharist. That’s because they dropped it on me, not because I sought it out. Take your licks, boyos, it gets nasty.

Having found Linked-In dangerous (I think the feeling was mutual), I’ve withdrawn from there and now only post on here. I never have got on with Social Media: I’ll come to that. I was a top economist, and have things to say. Because I did rather a lot, I have a proclivity to cite my experience, to save your credulity.