One Night in Tartaria
Across the internet, in conspiracy theory lounges and alternative history circles, the concept of the Tartarian Empire has been gaining traction. If you are unfamiliar, here is the 30-second story:
1. In the relatively-near past was a worldwide, technologically-advanced culture, known as the
Tartarian Empire, that lived in harmony with the Laws of Nature and Natural Law.
2. A cataclysm occurred, unleashing a mud flood, and Tartaria’s enemies (who may be behind the cataclysm) took advantage of the chaos to gain power and erase the great Tartaria from history. Across the earth are remnants of Tartarian buildings, identifiable via stunning architecture.
3. Tartarian architecture is grand, ornate, beautiful and built upon principals of sacred geometry, proportion and the use of key materials. These buildings are highly recognizable and are found in every corner of the earth including North and South America, Asia, Europe and Africa. They have since been repurposed to what we know them as today: seats of government, churches, cathedrals, museums, theaters, banks, and heritage sites. But in Tartaria, architecture wasn’t just to be aesthetically pleasing but a mechanism to literally pull energy from the atmosphere and distribute it freely across the land.
I don’t know if the Tartarian conspiracy is true.
Perhaps a 12-year-old in Mongolia (the center of the Tartarian empire!) created the entire story as a goof.
Perhaps it is a CIA psy-op.
Perhaps it is true.
Regardless, the Tartarian Empire meme offers a much needed new mental construct of how life on earth could be experienced. And I, for one, am smitten with the idea.
There was a reason Walter Lippmann, the godfather of propaganda, wanted to “paint the pictures people hold in the their minds.” There was a reason Walt Disney used the tagline “Capture the Imagination”. The mental constructs of our imagination is where individual and the collective future is conceived. The pictures in our minds hold great influence.
How many dystopian-future movies have been made? How easy is it to envision a life that looks like a scene from Minority Report, Blade Runner, Mad Max, The Road Warrior or The Book of Eli?
The most powerful mental constructs are invisible. When a mental construct is not seen as an idea, but as the way things are, they become unconscious programs and set in motion a script for the future.
High-quality, inspirational fantasies (or pictures in the mind) are needed for a high-quality, inspirational future and Tartaria is wide-open for exploration!
This past weekend I went to a friend’s birthday party in Lancaster City. If there was a Tartarian culture, and architecture was the key to its buildings, this house was certainly part of the Empire.
River Jenny was my date, and we played Tartarian Fantasy the entire night (no one else was in on it - no reason to provide more evidence of being nuts). We imagined an inter-dimensional wormhole somehow connected the party to life at the height of the Tartarian empire , and experiential reality (aka the real world) began to merge with our fantastical mental construct.
Nothing was businss-as-usual about this party, though in a subtle way. The mix of people ranged in age from early 20s to late 70s. Everyone was laughing and talking with everyone else. No one had a phone out. There wasnt even a TV in the house. People who the media says shouldn’t be able to get along were eating and drinking, smoking and talking, laughing and sharing. Fun, joy and liveliness was abound!
The party’s highlight was the music: 10 or 15 people with guitars, shakers, mandolins, violins and a piano. But in the center of it all was the ultimate Tartarian musical expression: the hammer dulcimer. This is a traditional string instrument, that connects directly to the ancient culture (s) of Persia, Asia and Central Europe, found itself right in the middle of Tartarian adventure.
The party ended a little after midnight. As the guests started to leave, the Tartarian wormhole began to close. The phones came out, the levity faded and the modern empire returned. But for a brief moment, the ghosts of Tataria danced freely again.