When the King is Sick

Note: The bulk of the following blog article initially appeared four years ago as we approached the presidential election of 2020. In our individual lives we're all four years older now. And so much has changed since then. Yet the cultural issues raised below--notably, haven't changed much at all. We remain stuck at a crucial, evolutionary inflection point. While the impacts of global warming, and of the world's autocrats remain pivotal jokers in our deck. And a kind of Cosmic Clock seems to tick ever closer to a frightful midnight...

In the wake of the polarized, political turmoil of the Iraqi war, James Hillman published an article in Parabola entitled “The Gods, Disease, and Politics.”

In it Hillman writes: “The recognition of the intimate and subtly differentiated connection between myth and pain, between the gods and diseases and politics, is the greatest of all achievements of the Greek mind: the perfection of tragedy…”

“In the Greek sense,” he tells us, “we are today in just such a tragedy as Thebes under Oedipus Tyrannus: the king is sick. And in the madness of his sickness, in his profound unconsciousness, the tragedy of the nation lies — its poverty, wasted youth, the degeneration of its crops and soil, its water and forests … And all this because the king is blind to his own nature.”

And the above — published in America in 2004, with George W. Bush in mind — could have as easily been written today with Trump and our threatened ecosystems and wasted lives from the coronavirus in mind — or in Nazi Germany in the early 1940s. For each cultural era was deeply tinged, if not defined by the unconscious actions of a sick king blind to his own nature.

King Oedipus, portrayed by Louis Bouwmeester,
c. 1896

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About midway in the essay, Hillman bends back (a favored move) and re-visions the very psychological method he pursues, in following the footsteps of C.G. Jung and Joseph Campbell. He calls attention to the fact that it gives “scant attention” to the historical timeframe of the myths themselves, the geographic locations from which the myths arose, or the authenticity of their transmission.

Instead, archetypal psychology attempts to uncover the presence of ancient myths in our own behavior and in what passes as an ostensibly un-mythic, consensual reality. In the process, those who likewise pursue this methodology “ravage the scholarship of others and pilfer whatever we can, justifying these violations in the name of bringing deeper understanding to psychological afflictions.”

For Jung and Campbell, and those who work in this tradition, attempt to show how Western antiquity can be relevant to modern psyches, and how our contemporary psyches can vivify Western antiquity (as the archetypes, on either hand, are as alive today as ever). For otherwise, “when scholars speak only to documents and psychologists only to patients, culture languishes, its soul shallow and unrooted in historical knowledge, and its knowledge without soul.”

And then, I would add, not only may we be suffering from a sick king, but a sick culture, one suffering from a tragic developmental arrest; one failing to develop a wider sense of inclusivity, a wider capacity for empathy. And such a culture lacking in historical knowledge, and dissociated from myth, is more apt to produce a sick king. For, as Aristotle suggests, hubris is perpetuated by those lacking a knowledge of history.

As remedy, we might think to kill the king, or exile him, a remedy humans have employed since antiquity. Those of us in the helping professions often witness a similar, inadequate, and confused sense of remedy in our patients, our clients, our brothers and sisters, or however we think of them.

Their own executive functioning, their own inner king — their own notion of what would cure them and the kingdom they wake to each morning — is often part of the problem. For this reason, it’s often helpful to ask them what they think would rectify their problem. It will show you what hasn’t worked. For they’ve been looking under the wrong street light for where their own keys have been lost. And if they’d discovered a key or true cure for what ails them, they wouldn’t be showing up for therapy in the first place.

Politically, we could attempt to indict, replace, or incarcerate the sick king, laying all our woes at the king’s door. While others could hope to revive the sick king, supporting him to the end — while blaming the prevailing sickness all around us on those who have opposed him. In either case, we the people, could remain as shallow, our knowledge as lacking of soul, as blind to our own nature as the king.

Certainly, we’ve had the warfare of a tribal psychology — whether civil, hot, cold, or proxy —for millennia; revolutions and elections for centuries. And have yet to fight, elect, or argue our way to wisdom. We’re so far from anything even vaguely in that direction, that I find myself binge-watching The West Wing for the third time in the last few years, just to witness a less appalling political portrayal than I normally see when I turn on my television.

And normally, political change in a culture can happen in excruciatingly slow increments before the change becomes psychologically internalized. The American Civil War ended 155 years ago. Yet we are still divided over the power of the federal government to control or lead the states, and still suffering from the ravages of racial inequality. And normally, individual development also doesn’t leap frog overnight. But these are not normal times. And that could change the calculus — or not.

Today, tomorrow, or in the months and years after the next election results, whether we’ve gotten rid of the sick king and his equally ill court or not, we could remain no wiser than before. So, isn’t it time to begin thinking: what are we going to do about that?

And in terms of wisdom, will the profession of modern psychology--a discipline barely a hundred years old, and still in its mainstream hubristically ambivalent toward the skillful means of the world's spiritual traditions--be up to the undertaking?

I hope so. Yet these are not normal times. They seem to demand an evolutionary leap. Yet culturally, we've been so polarized it's been difficult to conclusively change almost anything. And so, hope too may be an inadequate remedy for what ails us, and all we are facing now.

And I don't know if the following will work either, though it does come to mind in facing a crucial, closely-contested election but weeks away: God help us!  (A deus ex machina ending sure would be nice).

Though even there, if all the years of Trump, Putin, Netanyahu, and Kim Jong U haven't been enough to mobilize a profound shift in their nation's collective awareness, it may be God's will that things need to get even worse before we sufficiently unify against what threatens us all. For as it's been said: God helps those who help themselves. While similarly, what hasn't been often enough said is that God isn't separate from you, or encountered only in a heavenly hereafter.

Yet regardless of what does or doesn't happen, it's never a bad idea to fully embrace the present moment--including yourself--exactly as is. And to keep doing this whenever anxiety about the future arises. Though neither political party recommends it, nor many psychologists, experiment with this, and give it your best try. Who knows? You may find a reliable refuge there. One not dependent on political outcomes. Though this doesn't relieve us of the responsibility to remain informed--and politically proactive. In fact, a healthy democracy requires it.

And even if things go the way you want, this radical allowing is still a good "go to" daily practice to have in your tool kit. While it will also give you a way of remaining grounded, when the world around you seems oblivious; and beginning its descent into Hell--one not reserved for the afterlife.

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