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From the archives: Homeopathy and the 10:23 campaign

This article originally appeared in The Skeptic, Volume 22, Issue 3, from 2012.

I’m sure most of you will be aware of the 10:23 campaign which organised a simultaneous national overdose of homeopathic remedies earlier this year, to demonstrate they contain no active ingredients. The following, however, you won’t know.

About two weeks prior to the event, I sent ten emails. I sent messages to five pro-homeopathy organisations, and five organisations I thought more likely to recognise genuine science. The initial messages were identical and contained the question, “In short, what guidance could or should be given to an individual or group of individuals who are planning to consume an overdose of homeopathic remedies?” I qualified the question by stating “I would like to include any relevant advice in a column on the topic of public health and social policy”.

Clearly if such a query were ever raised regarding orthodox pharmacology, the reply would undoubtedly be to seek medical or psychiatric attention but I was curious about the advice which might be offered when the risk to healthy individuals extends to a sugar-rush.

I received some curious responses. The Professional Standards Pharmacist for a well-known high street pharmacy briefly recommended that no-one should take a deliberate overdose of any product. In contrast, the Customer Care team behind a better-known high street pharmacy replied with three paragraphs thanking me for my “positive feedback”, expressing delight that “you want us to continue to sell these items” and stating “We know that many people believe in the benefits of complementary medicines and we aim to offer the products we know our customers want.” I received no reply to my follow-up email clarifying that my query contained no feedback or statements regarding the availability of homeopathic remedies. Two weeks after the overdose event I bizarrely received a further, unsolicited, response stating they were unable to answer my query.

Another organisation, which exists to promote “an interest in and understanding of homeopathy”, kindly replied stating unfortunately it doesn’t give advice and I should perhaps contact the Society of Homeopaths. I replied with the following: “Given the role of your organisation is to promote interest in and understanding of homeopathy, I was wondering if you might be able to answer a different query, specifically whether it is actually possible to consume an overdose of any homeopathic remedies, and if so, how? This is a topic about which I’ve read quite conflicting statements, so any clarification you could offer would be most helpful. I like to ensure my writing is accurate and well-informed as possible.” Regrettably and somewhat bizarrely, I apparently again “need a homeopath to address that question.”

The most curious response was received from an individual who appears to be involved with three of the five pro-homeopathy organisations I contacted, including the Society of Homeopaths. Indeed, I wonder if the same individual also provided quotes to the BBC for its online news coverage as some of the phrasing seems remarkably similar. The first response read “I am curious as to why you would want to give advice on homeopathy without being qualified to do so. May I suggest that you clarify in your own mind what you mean by ‘an overdose of homeopathic remedies’, and then come back to us.”

I responded, clarifying that “I consider an overdose to be ‘taking more of a given remedy within a given period of time, than the maximum suggested in the product guidance’”, to which the individual kindly confirmed that “”Overdose” is a term used in orthodox pharmacology. To use it with reference to homeopathic treatment is inappropriate as it has no definition within homeopathy”. I’m glad I didn’t spend any longer trying to clarify in my own mind something which has no definition within homeopathy. I’m somewhat of a pedant and it could have been a tedious night.

Following the quite reasonable reference later in this email to a fee for further assistance, I rather rudely failed to reply. It therefore came as a slight surprise to receive a third, again unsolicited, response stating, “I understand now why you were interested in the issue of an ‘overdose’ of homeopathic remedies, since it is presumably in connection with the absurd stunt planned to take place outside Boots”. The email concluded with “Experiments conducted without recognising the need for a proper scientific framework are simply stunts, and they are potentially dangerous depending on the conditions”.

This seemed a relatively fair reply despite the fact that I have never heard the 10:23 overdose event described as an experiment. It is without question a publicity stunt. Testing under appropriate scientific frameworks is vital for accurate and reliable evidence but homeopathy fails to withstand criticism based upon the most fundamental of physical, chemical and biological hypotheses.

It is wonderful if homeopathic remedies provide relief to some individuals but there exists a great potential for public confusion and misapplication of the field. I was routinely directed to contact a pharmacist or homeopath to resolve this basic query but the Head of Corporate Communications for the Royal Pharmaceutical Society provided the most succinct and clear advice I received:

We are not aware of any clinical evidence to support the effectiveness of homeopathy. However, some people do find they get benefits from taking homeopathic medicines. The best person for an individual to talk to about a health issue that concerns them is their local pharmacist, who can provide advice across a wide range of medicines.

From the archives: A comet’s tale

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This article originally appeared in The Skeptic, Volume 22, Issue 3, from 2012.

At the time of writing, there is a new comet in the sky – the nattily named Comet C/2009 R McNaught. It’s currently wending its way across the sky from Andromeda, through Perseus, and onwards to Auriga. It may be too close to the sun, or even on its way back from around the sun and not visible to northern hemisphere viewers by the time of publication. I thought a little background on comets in general would be nice.

Since time immemorial, the heavens were seen to be perfect, vast nested crystalline spheres, upon which the planets, stars and other objects moved about. These spheres resonated, each with their own tone, creating the ‘music of the spheres’. The heavens were perfect and unchanging, although, from time to time, an interloper appeared – a new object that wasn’t there before. These apparitions were deemed to signify either great things or disaster (in fact, the word disaster comes from the Greek for “bad star”).

Different comets have a wide range of orbits, ranging from a few years (short-period) to hundreds of thousands of years (long-period). Short-period comets originate in the Kuiper Belt, or its associated scattered disc, which lie beyond the orbit of Neptune. Long-period comets are thought to originate in the Oort Cloud, a cloud of icy bodies in the outer Solar System that were left behind during the condensation of the solar nebula, 5 billion years ago. Long-period comets plunge towards the Sun from the Oort Cloud because of gravitational interactions caused by either the outer planets, or passing stars.

Rare hyperbolic comets pass once through the inner Solar System before being thrown out into interstellar space along hyperbolic trajectories. These may put on a spectacular show before leaving the solar system to traverse the vast distances of interstellar space.

Comets are distinguished from asteroids by the presence of a coma or a tail, this is what most people associate with a bright comet, but they only develop these when they begin to approach the sun and the ice sublimates; for most of their lives, comets do not have tails or coma. However, extinct comets that have passed close to the Sun many times have lost nearly all of their volatile ices and dust, and may come to resemble small asteroids. Asteroids are thought to have a different origin from comets, having formed inside the orbit of Jupiter rather than in the outer Solar System.

The annual periodic meteor showers we see are associated with comets – the debris left behind as the comet passes through the inner solar system leaves a trail of dust in its path. Periodically, the Earth passes through one of these trails, causing meteor showers. If the comet has passed by recently, or we are travelling through a particularly dense region, we can get meteor storms, where the rate of meteors can exceed 100 per hour.

Comets, being one of these types of object that appeared every now and again, were taken to signify either great or terrible things. They were said to predict the coming birth or death of kings, or catastrophes of other sorts. Perhaps one of the most notable comet appearances in history is Halley’s Comet on the Bayeaux Tapestry before the Norman conquest of England in 1066.

The last of these cometary catastrophes to occur was in 1997, with the passage of Comet Hale-Bopp. In 1996, amateur astronomer Chuck Shramek took a photo of the comet, which showed a fuzzy, elongated object nearby. When his computer astronomy program did not identify the star, Shramek called the Art Bell radio program to announce that he had discovered a “Saturn-like object” following Hale-Bopp. UFO enthusiasts soon concluded that there was an alien spacecraft following the comet.

Art Bell even claimed to have obtained an image of the object from an anonymous astrophysicist. However, astronomers Olivier Hainaut and David J. Tholen of the University of Hawaii stated that the alleged photo was an altered copy of one of their own comet images.

In March 1997, the Heaven’s Gate cult, under the leadership of Marshall Applewhite, chose the appearance of the comet as a signal for their mass suicide. They claimed they were leaving their earthly bodies to travel to the spaceship following the comet. They were found with their bags packed, laid out on beds, covered with purple shrouds. They wore running shoes and matching uniforms with “Heaven’s Gate Away Team” patches. This was one of the largest cult suicides in recent years and would come to haunt the legacy of the comet. Thankfully, Hale-Bopp is a long-period comet, so we won’t get to find out if its return will spark similar catastrophe until the year 4385.

As of July 2010, there are almost 4000 known comets of which about 1,500 approach the sun closely and about 500 are short-period. However, this represents only a tiny fraction of the total potential comet population; the reservoir of comet-like bodies in the outer solar system may number up to one trillion. The number visible to the naked eye averages roughly one per year, though many of these are faint and unspectacular. It is fairly rare that we get a spectacular comet like Hale-Bopp and even rarer are comets like Shoemaker-Levy 9, which famously impacted Jupiter in 1994.

The scientific legacy of Comet Hale-Bopp, one the most observed cometary passings in recent years, was a recorded abundance of sodium, deuterium, argon and organic chemicals, meaning that if comets brought water to the early Earth, they could also be responsible for the organic chemistry that could have eventually given rise to life.

Archive: Then begins a journey in my head – reflections on religious belief and delusion

This article originally appeared in The Skeptic, Volume 22, Issue 3, from 2012.

We might wonder, if there is a god, why bother? With the ultimate father figure ‘up there’, someone so much bigger than us, so much more in control, who cares for us and knows what’s best, why not lie back and enjoy the moment?

In an ancient book, a character called Jesus recommends we take no thought for the morrow. Is that wise, let alone possible? A healthy human mind looks forward and back, as well as attending to the present. We may be anxious or excited about the future, regretful about or content with our past. Whatever our feelings, without them and without this sense of time stretching out before and behind us, our lives would collapse into mere sentience.

We are conscious and self-conscious animals, the one species lucky to have evolved frontal lobes large enough to liberate us from the present and enrich our personalities. We can make plans and make our own meanings, and carry within a sense of permanence that anchors us against an ever-changing world.

It would be a shame to let all that go to waste by not being bothered. There are plenty of slings and arrows and tamping bars of outrageous fortune that could make life harder, even without receiving a hole in the head like the unfortunate Phineas Gage. An injury that should have killed him remarkably left much of his brain function intact. And yet, although still able to walk and talk, his personality changed. There was ‘a new spirit animating’ his body, according to Antonio Damasio. The idea of something beyond the material realm has great appeal, and not just to the religious. In Paul Bloom’s memorable phrase, we are all ‘natural-born dualists’ who find it very easy to think of our bodies as material shells guided by an immaterial spirit, thought to be an eternal soul in some religions.

However, if this spirit cannot always survive bodily injury, what hope it can survive bodily death? The case of Phineas Gage challenges our intuitions and modern science seems to confirm our materiality.

As we live longer and have less contact with high explosives, it is more likely to be a disease of the mind rather than an iron bar that will change who we are. Unlike trauma, a disease like Alzheimer’s acts slowly, barely noticeable at first, its effects ignored or rationalized away. Its progress is regress, an unravelling of personality. A healthy body, so long essential for a happy life, now becomes the stage on which is played out one final tragedy. The actor who once strode on and spoke such lines to make the world shake now shuffles to the wings, unrecognizable even to his fans, forgetful of his lines and unaware of his next move. Horizons close in. There is no curtain call, no final bow. For the audience left behind, it’s too late for applause, too soon to mourn.

At the other end of life, we are also dependent, but a child’s horizons are expanding like the early universe. We begin as self-centred creatures, although there’s not much self to be centred around. We’re explorers in a vast world full of objects and other people, who are their own centres of consciousness and sources of endless fascination. As we grow we naturally look beyond ourselves for something bigger than ourselves, but why go to the extremes that religion so often demands? There are plenty of bigger purposes without inventing gods to worship. Indeed, if all you want to do is please God and save your soul, then everyone else may just be means to those selfish ends. You do good not because of the intrinsic value of doing good but because it achieves a goal you desire.

That we have an eternal soul to save is, I believe, one of the enduring delusions of religion. Its origin and fate – the stain of original sin and the judgment waiting at the end of time – have distracted and terrified far too many for far too long. Humanism celebrates our rise and has no time for the miserable doctrine of the fall of man. This is not a secular happy-clappy optimism, however. We were never perfect and utopia is not just round the corner. What is hopeful about humanism, compared with the individualism of religion, is its cooperative nature, founded on a fundamental respect for all humans.

Humanism acknowledges human weakness without rubbing our faces in it. The physicist Robert Park describes science as a process that “transcends the human failings of individual scientists”and while individual minds discover great truths aboutthe natural laws that govern the universe, these are never accepted on authority and are always subject to reasonable scrutiny by a wider community.

Compare how Christians have made use of, for example, the (unhistorical) foundational story of Eve and her blunder. For many centuries, this flimsiest of tales was used to justify an astonishing prejudice against half of the human race. According to St. Clement of Alexandria,

[e]very woman should be filled with shame by the thought that she is a woman.

He was not alone in reaching such unwarranted moral judgments. A humanist thanks goodness there isn’t a god, no magic man in the sky, no heaven waiting no matter that we trash this earth, and no hell either, no second coming to judge the quick and the dead. It’s all down to us. At our best, being bothered is what we’re good at and, given the problems we face, we’d better be bothered.

Other minds and make-believe

Gilbert Ryle pointed out that “one person cannot in principle visit another person’s mind as he can visit signal-boxes”. This may be obvious, but it is still important, because other minds feature so prominently in our lives. The idea that there are other perspectives on the same objective reality is itself a remarkable cognitive step. A child becomes a mind reader, not the hokum end-of-the-pier kind but an astute interpreter of things like facial expressions and the sounds emerging from a parent’s mouth. In this way most human babies soon become social beings, acquiring language and all the cognitive tools, including a moral sense, that both develop the sense of self and integrate the individual into a larger group.

The imagination might seem to be little more than either child’s play, literally, or the preserve of ad men and arts professionals. It is, of course, a far more ordinary presence in our lives, although still an extraordinary part of our biology, as its absence or impairment shows. Autistic children, for example, have difficulties in communication and social interaction, in recognizing other points of view, and may in extreme cases regard other people as nothing more than objects. Living in a world depopulated of minds is an often terrifying and distressing experience, and psychologists have coined the term ‘mindblindness’ to describe this serious condition.

In contrast is the mind hypersensitive to signs of agency, and occasionally regards inanimate objects as having mental states. Steven Mithen argues that such anthropomorphic thinking was an important acquisition in the prehistory of the mind and a sign of cognitive fluidity. One of the consequences of this evolutionary move was that the world became overpopulated with minds and spirits, some of which eventually graduated into gods with a more independent existence. And then, in some cultures, the pantheon was whittled back down to a single god, a supreme creator, the architect of the universe.

The many arguments from design, for example, all exploit our mind-reading fluency. In the same way we infer a neighbour’s intentions when we see a shed being built, we think we can infer the cosmic intentions of the builder of the universe. One goal of many religious people is, after all, to read the mind of God, to not be ‘mindblind’ with respect to God.

Given the pronouncements of certain Christians in America regarding the inadvisability of, say, stem cell research and gay bishops, it must seem to a non-sceptic that they have been remarkably successful at this cognitive task. Be that as it may, now consider four scenes illustrating various minds in action:

  1. An actor takes the part of Aeneas and is moved to tears by his telling of Priam’s death, of how Hecuba watches as Pyrrhus butchers Priam, “mincing with his sword her husband’s limbs”. Hamlet looks on, amazed, and says of the actor: “What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, that he should weep for her?”
  1. A doctor asks his patient about a car accident, who responds by launching into a long-winded story about how he opened the fridge and discovered they were running out of milk, which would annoy his wife because she always had to have milk on her cereal for breakfast, and so on until he gets to the part the doctor is interested in, the accident on the way to the supermarket.
  2. A priest stands at an altar and raises a wafer, intoning ancient Latin phrases including the words “hoc est corpus” (which some believe to be hocus pocus), and supposedly effects a supernatural transformation of the wafer’s rather ordinary ingredients that even Heston Blumenthal could not manage in his culinary laboratory.
  3. A little girl watches as two dolls called Sally and Ann act out a little scene. Sally has a ball. She places the ball under a cushion and then leaves the room. In her absence, Ann takes the ball out from under the cushion, and hides it in the toy box. Later, Sally returns. The little girl is asked, “Where does Sally think her ball is?”

Between Hamlet and this last little drama is a huge theatrical gulf, and between the doctor’s office and the church there is also a world of difference. In each, however, a human mind either succeeds or fails to take account of another mind, itself either real or imagined. If the little girl is younger than or around four years of age, she will probably think that Sally shares her own knowledge of the world and conclude that Sally believes the ball is in the toy box. Above this age she is beginning to learn about other points of view, and knows that another individual, even a doll with an imaginary mind, can have a belief about the world that is different from hers, a belief that may well be untrue. The child’s ability to attribute mental states to an inanimate doll should astonish us as much as the actor’s performance astonishes Hamlet.

In the grown-up play, the actor is actually a character, and so we have a real actor playing the part of a fictional actor playing the part of an ancient warrior (possibly mythical) who is himself telling a story about the death of a king (to him real, to us again possibly mythical), a story which includes the queen’s distraught reaction to the slaughter of her husband, an emotion rendered apparently authentically on stage by the actor’s tears. Shakespeare intended that his audience should realize that an actor is pretending to play Hamlet, who wants the traveling actor to pretend he is playing the part of Aeneas, who in the story wants Dido to imagine the grief of Hecuba. This appears to be seventh-order intentionality, a very demanding cognitive load.

While Shakespeare’s appetite for operating at these high orders was exceptional, Daniel Dennett gives a humble playground game as an example of fifth-order intentionality: “You be the sheriff, and ask me which way the robbers went!”

In contrast, the patient is having less success reading the mind of his doctor, since he recounts far too much irrelevant detail. Many of us will have been on the receiving end of similar splurges, and perhaps even caught ourselves delivering a little more information than strictly necessary.

The priest, like Hamlet, is engaged in a performance. There is a text to be followed, a stage and stage directions, a space for the audience, costumes to be worn and an impressive set. There are also similarities in the minds of those involved, in the levels of intentionality needed to follow the proceedings.

As Robin Dunbar argues, religion and story telling seem to be the only human activities that require such advanced cognitive capacities. What has make-believe to do with scepticism or credulity? At first glance, if you think pretend games are childish and children rather gullible, then indulging in make-believe can only encourage credulity. On the other hand, the false-belief task reveals nascent cognitive powers that could mature into scepticism. If others have false beliefs, maybe we have them too? And if there are false beliefs in the world, we’d better tread carefully. For sceptics and scientists, this means relying on reason and evidence and only those authorities whom themselves have relied on reason and evidence and are open to scrutiny. For the religious, authority trumps everything; secrecy is a strategy, and reason and evidence are reduced to cheerleading dogma.

When Othello says over and over that Iago is an honest man, we are willing him for one moment to doubt the truth of Iago’s tales. When a believer listens to a priest describe exactly what God wants us to do, we are witnessing a similar credulity, only more entrenched. While Othello’s faith in Iago could be disabused by a simple handkerchief, the believer prides herself on the strength of her faith to withstand whatever counter-evidence comes her way. Being able to imagine objects that do not actually exist, to think about people who are not actually there, to make accurate inferences about a mind hidden in another body, to see the world from another’s point of view, to think reflexively about beliefs and desires – these are all cognitively demanding but entirely commonplace mental activities for humans; it’s no surprise that religion piggybacks on these cognitive abilities.

The false-belief task requires that we hold in our mind two conflicting pictures of the world: the world as it really is and the world as seen by someone else. And what is reality? Setting aside abstruse metaphysical speculation, objective reality is simply that which doesn’t depend on anyone’s point of view: it isn’t a personal perspective but the “view from nowhere”.

Less abstract is to think of it as a god’s-eye view; after all, we can imagine people who aren’t there, why not a god who isn’t there? However, as Gilbert Ryle pointed out, a “person picturing Helvellyn is not really seeing Helvellyn”, and one reason why religion is replete with delusion is this forgetfulness of the power of the imagination.

Despite the cognitive similarities between religion and story-telling, the crucial difference between Shakespeare and scripture is that in scripture you willfind a character like Fabian who says: “If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.” Religious beliefs often come with adjectives like ‘genuine’ and ‘sincere’ attached. It’s not enough for a religious belief to be true: it must also be deeply held. Why is this? If beliefs aim at objective reality, why does their ‘depth’ matter? Because it both distracts the believer from enquiring too closely into their truth and focuses on the social dimension, in which what you say you believe matters. As Dennett notes, what is commonly referred to as religious belief might less misleadingly be called religious professing.

On the whole, we are impressed by a person’s strong avowal of belief, unless that person happens to be Tony Blair at the Chilcot Inquiry or a cardinal defending the Pope’s track record on child abuse, where we have good reason to be sceptical of what is being said. If someone protests a little too strongly that their beliefs are genuine and sincere, we should wonder whether the truth content of their beliefs is proportionately a little too thin on the ground.

Pain and suffering: Is God bothered?

There is a price to pay for our ability to conjure up other worlds, and it is heavier for some than for others. Just as the concept of make-believe is of a higher order than that of belief, so too is the subjective feeling of suffering of a higher order than sensory experience alone. Pain is momentary, felt by a single sentient creature. Its evolutionary value is to deter living things from spoiling their chances of passing on their genes. Even simple creatures recoil from threats. Suffering can describe intense pain, but it usually also involves the imagination. A broken bone is painful, but a footballer whose career has ended will also wonder what might have been. More sympathy is due to a mother who loses a child but keeps him alive in memory for a lifetime. She too will wonder what might have been, although her suffering is neither caused nor limited by direct physical injury.

We can discriminate between good and bad reasons for inflicting pain: a vaccination jab versus torturing someone for pleasure. If there is a Christian god, then at least one theodicy is true, that is, there is a ‘good’ reason why this god did not prevent, for example, the Haitian earthquake. The problem for Christians is, apart from convincing the rest of us of both the existence of their god and of the truth of the theodicy, from our perspective God’s ‘good’ reason must be a ‘bad’ reason precisely because of all the pain and suffering that resulted from that earthquake. To think otherwise is to engage in Orwellian double-think.

T. H. Huxley acknowledged that many people seek comfort in religion, but what about its many discomforts, such as the knowledge of a benevolent god letting people suffer? This is hardly consoling. Much suffering has no explanation other than chance. You may have counted yourself lucky to catch the plane given the traffic jam on the way to the airport, and then wondered about that same luck as it fell out of the sky.

Darwin had a deep appreciation of the beauty of life, but he also recognized the clumsy, wasteful and horridly cruel works of nature, the industrial quantities of death needed to fuel natural selection’s algorithmic grind. Religious belief has as much room for chance as it has for doubt. Everything happens for a purpose, and some Christians regard suffering as the road to salvation.

More troubling is the temptation to purposely inflict suffering if it’s good for the soul. While the religious must ask why their god allows suffering, humanists square up to randomness and get on with the job of minimizing suffering as best they can. There is often no reason, but that is no reason not to act.

Our evolutionary journey

Homo sapiens sapiens have come a long way. We are the animals that not only know things about the world, but we know that we know these things. This rich layering of representations, this reflexivity, this cognitive fluidity was made possible by the particular evolutionary path taken by our species. Compared with our primate cousins, we have the bigger brains, but this is not like replacing the computer on your desk with a more powerful model.

Our brains don’t just contain more of the same grey matter. As well as all the thalamic gubbins of mammalian brains we have the fanciest frontal lobes available. What difference has this made? Early humans spent a million years failing to improve on the hand axe. Then, this thin cortical layer got big enough to trigger the big bang of human culture. So began our love affair with innovation of all kinds. So began all those imaginative journeys in our head. No longer were we compelled to live in the moment, to make do with the world as it was: we could remake it, literally. The tool making species got to work.

The prefrontal cortex is the bit of the neo-cortex that seems to be hooked up to the rest of the brain and to contain a map of the whole cortex. As well as being linked to purposeful behaviour and the so-called executive functions, Elkhonon Goldberg suggests that this is the source of our ‘inner perception’. If our perception of the outside world sometimes lets us down, it should come as no surprise that perception of perception occasionally generates delusions. With our frontal lobes teeming with rich sensory images of other people and with memories and desires and beliefs, it’s no wonder that in those early days of gloaming consciousness we now and then mistook our own thought processes for spirits outside ourselves. The wonder is, of course, why we continue to do so.

Our minds entertain all kinds of weird and wonderful ideas about the world. The wackiest are kept in check since any inability to distinguish fact from fancy would have faced strong selective pressures. Even those parts of the brain hooked up to the outside world, however, do not simply map objective reality. The visual cortex provides an interpretation we call visualperception.

Beau Lotto argues that optical illusions are not failures of the visual sense, because we don’t see the world as it is in any case. We always see what has proved useful in the past, over evolutionary history. Similarly, perhaps delusions – false beliefs about the way the world is – are not always aberrations of the mind but part of its robust normal working? If so, this may be linked to why religion has been useful in the past and why we can’t just switch it off now that we know better. As Bruce Hood argues, our supersense is too strong.

Implications for ethics

If not from religion, where do moral values come from? To many, not believing in god means you believe in anything. Atheists eat babies for breakfast. I can’t guarantee that Fox News ran this story, but sometimes it feels as though humanists are the wickedest people on the planet. Those who advocate a ‘value’ agenda like to put scientists in their place by reminding them that we can’t get moral values from facts.

The more sophisticated might even quote one of the ‘gods’ of atheism: David Hume, who said that we can’t get an ‘ought’ from an ‘is’. What he actually said, however, was that ‘ought’ cannot be derived exclusively from ‘is’. We need an ethical premise as well as and not instead of a factual premise. No one can reach a moral conclusion without reference to the real world and we’re not likely to reach true conclusions if we rely on faulty data. You might have the finest moral sentiments known to man but mix them with delusions about how the world works and the result won’t be a pretty sight.

False beliefs can arise in the simplest of situations, and it’s not surprising that true beliefs about complex situations are hard to come by. The difficulty of doing science bears this out. Religion understood as storytelling is less constrained by the facts, and its taste for metaphor only obscures exactly what those facts are.

The journey ends

As early humans emerged into consciousness and acquired a unique existential intuition, questions were bound to follow. Where did we come from and where were we going? Who were we? All too easy to extrapolate from our own lives to the ends of eternity and put god in charge. To tell creation stories and tales about the end of things. Our brains, for good evolutionary reasons, hate uncertainty.

Over the past few thousand years, however, our appetite for certainty has been exploited by faith; a popular route to religious belief that bypasses evidence. Forgivable, perhaps, when facts were hard to come by, inexcusable when faith denies the facts, as creationism denies evolution. We sideline scepticism and a scientific worldview at our peril in our search for the good life.

One day each one of us will complete our physical journey on this earth. Most of us will live on, for a while, in the memories of those who have known us. Some will live on in their work, but no one will continue the journey as an independent and embodied subject. There is no evidence for an afterlife, which is one more reason to make the most of this life.

The sad fact is that some of us, as a result of brain disorders like Alzheimer’s, will complete the journey in our head prematurely, before our body dies. We’re not born with all our mental powers and we may lose some of them before we die, but, despite their tendency to generate all kinds of delusions, we would not be without them.

From the archives: Fact checking the decibels at Wimbledon

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This article originally appeared in The Skeptic, Volume 22, Issue 2, from 2012.

As I write, today is June 25th, 2012, and we’re in the middle of the third round of Wimbledon. The big stories this week: for the men, Roger Federer and his quest for a record 15th Open Era Slam singles win; for the women, Michelle Larcher de Brito. Who?

Larcher de Brito is famous for the wrong reason: she is held to be the loudest (and, per shot, longest) shrieker ever in the women’s game, making Maria “Shriekapova” Sharapova sound quiet. She is also, of course, young (16), Portuguese (a surprising rarity on both professional tours), talented, and cute, with a win-loss record for the year of 13-9 and an upwardly mobile ranking of 91 (she finished 2007 in the 300s). But none of that is my point because The Skeptic is not a tennis magazine. My point is that I’m fed up with listening to the BBC say that her shrieks register at 109db on their “gruntmeters”, which, they keep saying, “is only 10db less than a jet plane taking off.”

I don’t know much about sound pressure, but on the basis of the article I painfully wrote a couple of years ago for the Guardian on the subject of noisy computers, I do know that 10db isn’t “only” anything: it’s not a linear measurement but a logarithmic one. Ten decibels difference in a noise is a change of magnitude of a factor of ten. In other words, Larcher de Brito’s shrieks (and they are shrieks, not grunts) are one-tenth as loud as a jet plane taking off. In fact, it’s even less than that, for two reasons. First of all, the BBC hasn’t specified how they’re actually measuring her shrieks: with what measuring device or from what distance. Second of all, tables on the Net give the noise of a jet plane taking off, from 100 feet, as 130db. Which is, if anything, nearly 100 times as loud as Larcher de Brito.

What actually is 109db? A belt-sander, at six inches.

Now, that’s still loud, and if you’re exposed to it continuously without protection you will have hearing damage, but it’s not a jet plane. And my guess is that the effective noise level for spectators outdoors, at some distance, with sound waves spreading and being absorbed by grass, backdrop, and other spectators, is much, much lower. I doubt anyone is going to have to sign up for cochlear implants after sitting through one of her matches, although you probably want to avoid her at indoor tournaments.

But what’s bugging me is the BBC. I know they don’t recruit their tennis commentators from the ranks of physicists and engineers, but in all the hordes of people assigned to fill those 200 hours they broadcast from Wimbledon every year wouldn’t you think one of them might have had a smattering of ability to, you know, look stuff up? I understand the need to make a dramatic statement and all that, but isn’t it more dramatic if it’s actually true? A belt sander at six inches is quite impressively loud enough, I’d have thought.

Of course, people ask this same question about some of my articles, too, and for the same reason. I don’t write for the Guardian’s technology section because I’m a genius about computers; I write for them because I can get an article in on time at the right length and written to brief, and I’m willing to write about computers. But somehow “the media” is always them, no matter how mainstream the press you work for, and so a working journalist can complain about “the media” with a straight face. One of my more annoying personal characteristics is my eternal desire to correct minute errors of fact and syntax – at least, when they’re made by other people.

The desire to make a good story better is one of the most basic of human instincts and one that pulls even some of the most respected sceptics into errors of hyperbole. It’s bad enough when psychic claimants or, still worse, alternative medicine promoters, do it to promote themselves and their services. It is in many ways worse when sceptics do it because we’re supposed to be the ones promoting the pursuit of truth.

But it’s getting harder and harder to get heard with any kind of sober presentation of the truth. What gets read on the Net is attitude; what sells newspapers and TV shows is controversy. If you also have the facts – as in, say, the MPs’ expenses scandal – so much the better. But they’re not really as much of a requirement as maybe they once were.

That is one reason I find it hard to sympathise with newspapers that trash “the bloggers” on the grounds that they’re not trained as journalists. A lot of journalists aren’t either, and even those who are don’t always seem to care about accuracy. Better science – and especially statistics – education would, as always, help.

As for Larcher de Brito, she has said in a press conference that she is determined to keep squealing like a stuck pig, and if the tennis authorities don’t like it they can fine her. I say it’s time for the audience to take back the game. If everyone shows up to her matches – and those of other notorious shriekers such as Sharapova, both Williams sisters, and up-and-comer Viktoria Azarenka – wearing those big, protective earphones you’re supposed to wear to work with power tools, they might start to get the message. And it’ll make good television.

From the archives: Basava Premanand – A Personal Memoir

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This article originally appeared in The Skeptic, Volume 22, Issue 2, from 2012.

The first time I met Prem was in March, 1992, when I picked him up at Heathrow airport – “Namaste!” He was not difficult to pick out – the white hair and long, straggly beard, the knee-length white kurta of Indian cotton. He was in the UK to give a talk in London’s Conway Hall. His audience came to see miracles, and they were not disappointed.

Early in life, he had become incensed that poor people were being tricked into handing over large amounts of their life savings to the charlatans who were known in India as godmen. All that the victims got in exchange were phoney miracles, worthless advice for their future, and useless remedies for their ailments.

Prem was the antithesis of your average secret-obsessed magician: his mission was not to mystify, but to clarify. He did the same for us in Conway Hall: running flames along his bare arm, chewing broken glass, creating fire, putting lighted camphor into his mouth – the whole works – and then showing us exactly how it was all done.

One of his favourites was to produce seemingly endless quantities of vibhuti (holy ash) from empty hands. He used to joke that he got it from the same shop as the godman Satya Sai Baba. (If you were to represent godmen as Prem’s target, Sai Baba would have been the bull’s eye.) Prem stayed with me for the week or so that he was in London, and we had many a splendid (and often hilarious) discussion well into the night, mostly about magical methods and deceptions. There was talk of a girlfriend that was a paediatrician in Boston, but he didn’t elaborate, and I remember thinking there could not have been many occasions when they could get together.

Prem was full of surprises. I told him once that his pulse-stopping trick was well known to magicians (it involved stuffing a lemon under the armpit), but that any doctor could easily show that his heart was still beating normally. Not so, he explained. All you needed to do was fill your lungs with as much air as possible, and keep the breath in by pressure in the abdomen and chest. The resulting air cushion absorbs the heart beats. (I still have a video of a Dutch TV show, in which Prem does exactly that for a doctor, complete with stethoscope, who stared in puzzlement at the man with no heartbeat.)

I remember searching the local shops with Prem, looking for chemicals for his ‘miracles’ (potassium permanganate plus glycerine equals spontaneous combustion). At home, he would also occasionally disappear: he would be ironing (he insisted on doing his own), or wandering in the garden to enjoy his beloved cigarette.

My wife Susheela made Indian meals for him – a bit tricky, as he was vegetarian, and we were not. He was quite at home with the magicians we invited round for dinner, and he could discuss their methods as an equal. But for all his serious purpose, he was a mischievous fellow. He fooled us all with a trick in which a banknote was burned, and was then restored whole and unharmed. When I told him I’d finally figured out the method, he said I was wrong. But just before he left at the end of his stay, I said, “Prem – about that banknote…” He said, “Actually, you were right.” Then why keep me racking my brains all this time? With that big grin of his, he said, “Racking your brains is good for you.”

I became a life subscriber to his magazine Indian Skeptic. It was always a rather poorly copied little booklet, and I’ve more than once offered to fund a new photocopier for him, but he has always refused. In fact he would never accept donations of any kind. Well aware of his enemies in the miracle trade, he just didn’t want any records to show that he was receiving money (and possibly influence) from an outside source.

After he left London, he kept in touch. He has occasionally written to ask me to check out some claim in the newspaper archives here in London. And when a relative of his, Madhav, was trying to gain entrance to the UK to continue his medical studies here, Prem was rather miffed that he couldn’t find anyone in the family who would sponsor him, so I agreed to act as guarantor. When I last saw Madhav, he was doing well as a surgeon at a hospital in London. (And as I remember the contract, I’m still responsible for taking care of his burial arrangements if he dies!)

My physical mementos of Prem include shelves full of copies of Indian Skeptic (whose arrivals gradually petered out as his health worsened), videos of him at work, his book Science versus Miracles (invaluable if you want the real lowdown on how to be a godman), his 600-page tome Murders in Sai Baba’s Bedroom, and – just for fun – the fake spike he gave me for the spike-through-the-tongue trick.

My very last memory of him was returning him to Heathrow. His final gifts to me were a warm hug and an impish grin. Namaskaaram, Prem, and thank you for the friendship. It was a pleasure and a privilege.

From the archives: Galileo’s Doughnuts – The day I saw a ghost

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This article originally appeared in The Skeptic, Volume 22, Issue 2, from 2012.

Anecdotes, while not considered compelling evidence by sceptics, nevertheless hold a lot of power over those not used to thinking in a sceptical or scientific way. We have all, at some time or another, come across someone who claims to have seen something that they couldn’t explain and use that to try and browbeat one into accepting their personal testimony as fact. Without the proper analytical tools or experience, it can be hard to tell fact from fiction, especially given the fallibility of human memory; these personal testimonies that “can’t be explained” should not be given the weight of authority that the person demands of them.

By way of example, let me share with you the time I saw a ghost.

I was walking home one dark and dreary night; not my normal route home, but a more scenic route, as I’d been out for a meal with friends and the shortest route home was across the local heath. It was around 10 pm, dark, cold and a fine drizzle was falling. I walked fairly quickly across the heath to get home, not wanting to get wetter than I needed to. As I neared the edge of the heath, suddenly, right across my field of view, I saw a translucent dog, glowing bright, running in front of me, right to left. It was a large golden retriever – silently running across my path before it vanished at the edge of my vision and was gone.

I had heard the stories about ghostly dogs before, but never in this part of London; these phantom pooches were supposed to be harbingers of death, doom and all sorts of disastrous maladies. I confess that it genuinely spooked me, my heart raced, a twinge of panic shot through me. Had I really seen a ghost? I had to believe what I saw with my own eyes – what I had just seen was clear as day; the thing was glowing, I could have hardly missed it. I decided there and then that the rest of my journey home would be at a brisker clip, thence to the internet, so I could do a little more research into these apparitions, in case there was a rational explanation.

In my mind at the time, it could not have been a real dog – it was too large, it glowed in a bright golden colour, it was partially transparent and it ran far too fast across my field of view for it to be real.

As I neared home and safety, my mind was racing. Was it real? Did I really see it? Were there any others who had ever reported seeing something similar on the heath? As the familiar orange glow of the street lights brightened, indicating that I was close to home, I felt relieved. I was safe. Then it hit me out of nowhere, the answer to my ‘ghost’ was staring me in the face. I felt both incredibly silly and incredibly smart to have figured out what my spectre had actually been. I laughed the rest of the way home.

So what was it? What was the ghost dog?

The clues to the solution are in the story – you just have to pick them out. It was dark, there was drizzle and there were street lights. I had been walking in the fine rain, which had settled on my hair, face, and clothes. As I had approached the edge of the heath and the street lights, the orange glow of a nearby light had refracted through a droplet of water on my eyelashes, right into my eye. As I walked, the light had moved across my field of view. My brain, seeing a sudden, unexpected moving golden light, filled in the blanks, making the shape out to be a dog. We know that the brain, in the absence of other stimuli, can fit an image into its preconceptions; we call this pareidolia; the seeing of a significant image where there is nothing but noise. Faces in clouds, hearing words in static, these are all examples of the pattern recognition parts of the brain finding things that really aren’t there.

The ghost dog was nothing more than a chance flash of light from a sodium street light through a droplet of water onto my retina. My brain filled in the blanks, et voilà! A ghostly golden retriever running across my path. So remember, next time someone tells you of an apparition that they could not explain that maybe, just maybe, there was no supernatural occurrence, just your brain filling in the gaps from a bizarre optical illusion. Feel free to counter their anecdote with this one, although after a few tellings, see how it differs to what’s written here, as a guide to how stories change. You might be surprised.

From the archives: The day I met world renowned psychic, Shirley Ghostman

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This article originally appeared in The Skeptic, Volume 22, Issue 2, from 2012.

I must admit that I could not help grinning when I heard from Brian Dunning a few months ago that he and Michael Shermer had been fooled by none other than the UK’s own Shirley Ghostman. Just to add insult to injury for Brian, he knew that he came within a gnat’s whisker of avoiding being hoaxed, but fate had not been on his side at The Amazing Meeting in Las Vegas in 2008.

Fate had not been on my side at that meeting either. Despite great efforts to ensure that everything would run smoothly, I had had serious technical problems with my PowerPoint presentation which had pretty much ruined my talk to the audience of several hundred people. I at least wanted to give them something to smile about so I managed, after a lot of effort, to show them the clip of my own confrontation with Shirley, first recorded and broadcast back in 2005. That seemed to go down pretty well. As Brian reminded me, he was on just after my presentation but was so engrossed in getting things set up for his own talk that he failed to pay any attention to mine – a decision he was going to live to regret!

For any of you who are not aware of who Shirley Ghostman is, I should provide a little background detail. Shirley is one of the comic creations of actor Marc Wootton. This particular manifestation is a totally over-the-top and extremely camp ‘psychic’ who caricatures the world of mediumship by combining supreme self-confidence with a breathtaking lack of anything that even vaguely resembles psychic ability. He was the central character in a series broadcast on BBC3 called High Spirits, in which he was filmed giving individual readings (often in extremely bad taste), performing live in front of bemused audiences, selecting students for his ‘Spirit Academy’ (a kind of XFactor for wannabe psychics), and, most relevant here, challenging ‘the skeptics’.

In my opinion, the level of humour in the series ranged from the sublime to the embarrassingly puerile. It would have made a great one-hour special, but the good stuff was spread too thinly over an entire series. Without wishing to be immodest, I now think that my own confrontation with Shirley was extremely funny – although I certainly did not think so at the time!

Both Wendy Grossman, founding editor of and regular columnist for The Skeptic, and Nick Pullar, who successfully ran the London branch of Skeptics in the Pub for many years, were also filmed  ‘confronting’ Shirley and both have written excellent accounts of this bizarre experience (see Wendy’s account and Nick’s account, respectively).

My own involvement in this programme began in a pretty unremarkable way. I was contacted by a ‘researcher’ who informed me that his TV company were “making a documentary about spirituality in modern Britain” and asked if I would be willing to be filmed having a conversation with a psychic for the programme. So, along I went to University College London for the filming.

With the benefit of hindsight, there were a few things that were a little bit odd about the set up that perhaps should have alerted me to the fact that everything was not quite as it seemed. For example, I was only informed that the (male) psychic’s name was Shirley just before I went in to meet him. “Fair enough,” I thought, “It’s a free country.” It was also odd that the cameras were already rolling as I entered the room for our ‘confrontation’. But the last possibility on my mind was that this entire set-up was a spoof!

You can get some idea of what my meeting with Shirley was like by watching a clip that, at the time of writing, is available on YouTube.

But even if you’ve seen the full broadcast version of my encounter, you would still only have seen a fraction of the hour or so that I spent in conversation with him. It was the most bizarre experience of my life ever (and in my line of work bizarre experiences are not exactly rare!).

In retrospect, it is clear that much of what Shirley said was deliberately intended to disorient me. None of the really sick stuff ever made it to your TV screen. This presented me with something of a dilemma. I confess that I did not realize that the whole thing was a spoof and I therefore assumed that I was dealing with someone who had serious mental problems. Although the classic Monty Python line “You’re a loony” was running through my head throughout, as a professional psychologist, there was no way I could actually give voice to such a view.

At the end of the ‘reading’, I was convinced that Shirley had just wasted everybody’s time and that nothing had been recorded that could ever be broadcast. It was only as I heard from the other sceptics who had had their encounters with Shirley after mine that I realized that we’d all been put through essentially the same process meaning that that was what the programme makers must have wanted all along.

It took me days to convince my fellow sceptics that the whole thing must have been a spoof. They took some convincing, mainly because none of us could really see why anyone would go to such trouble to spoof us – we just weren’t important enough. Of course, what we did not know was that the confrontations with sceptics were just one thread in a much more ambitious comedy project.

The end result is, I feel, a pretty good advert for scepticism – a flawed, but at times brilliant, parody of paranormal programming in the UK.

From the archives: Exposing the myth of Alcoholics Anonymous – cult not cure

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This article originally appeared in The Skeptic, Volume 21, Issue 1, from 2011.

Those who come to AA are in trouble. Those in the worst shape have become physically and emotionally debilitated. Some are on the verge of literally drinking themselves to death or going insane. Others have been court ordered to attend because they committed a crime under the influence. In between are those who are just sick of the life of alcohol addiction. They have tried to stop on their own and failed. They have been told there is hope in the fellowship of AA. And, very importantly, they have found that society offers little else by way of help for them. They seem to have few options left.

People in this state are depressed and desperate. They are ready to be given hope, and AA claims to offer that hope if they will “just follow a few simple rules”. But the hope offered by AA begins and ends with indoctrination to a set of religious beliefs. Much time could be spent examining the details of the indoctrination as there are many subtleties. The methods are typical of other mind control cults, so it is useful here to summarize.

The newcomer (tellingly referred to as a pigeon in the programme) is told that his only hope of survival is to accept complete defeat and powerlessness over alcohol. He is told initially that if he will only open his mind to the concept of a Power-Greater-Than-Himself he has a chance. He is told that the Power can be any of which he can personally conceive. In a ridiculous example, I have heard of a man who chose a door knob as his Higher Power and stayed sober by praying to the door knob until his death. All-Powerful pieces of hardware notwithstanding, the usual progression is that under the guidance of the AA fellowship, whatever power the pigeon may have conceived, shortly becomes a traditional Judeo/Christian/Muslim God – a God of prayer, intercession, and ultimate salvation.

Notice in the 12 steps how being powerless over the disease of alcoholism quickly becomes a non-descript form of insanity? Then the pigeon must take Moral Inventory before he can continue on the road to recovery (how the insane can be expected to take moral inventory is never addressed). Next, the pigeon is told he has not just an illness, but profound Defects of Character (Sins?). He must confess his sins. He must plead with God to remove his character defects. He must surrender his Will to that of God. He must pray to God ceaselessly. Finally, he must realize that he will never be entirely free of this horrible deadly illness. He can only keep it at bay by involving himself with other alcoholics – bringing more pigeons into the programme. He is encouraged to attend AA meetings as often as possible for the rest of his life.

The message is very clear. The alcoholic has one chance and one chance only – personal knowledge of God through the programme of AA. But what happens if he relapses? Relapse is very common in and out of AA although exact figures are, again, elusive. The point here is that the alcoholic has been told repeatedly and quite forcefully that he can never drink alcohol again. If he does he will be worse than he was when he last stopped. He is forcefully told that his disease grows whether or not he is actively drinking. There is a mantra repeated at most AA meetings, “Without AA the alcoholic is doomed to one of three fates: Incarceration, Insanity, or Death.” There is a deep nihilism to such a doctrine, but AA thrives on such nihilism and its members suffer the hopelessness implicit therein.

When the recovering alcoholic does relapse, as most do, there is a tendency toward fatalism. “I am powerless. I can’t stop and God has not answered my prayers, therefore I am inferior – even worthless.” If a person is truly powerless over alcohol and if he has failed even with the help of God; why not just keep drinking?

Having spent time in the AA programme myself, I found the most difficult stories to understand were those of, say, someone with twenty years sobriety relapsing and shortly drinking themselves to death. What kind of programme could only offer one day or even one moment of recovery at a time and call itself successful? How could someone still be an alcoholic after twenty sober years? The answer I invariably received was that they let their guard down and their “baffling”, incurable disease got them. It sounded too much to me like a Christian who must be forever on guard against Satan, not a man or woman with a medical condition undergoing treatment.

Infiltration

The next crucial questions from societal, legal and health care points of view are how has Alcoholics Anonymous managed to inculcate itself into the addiction treatment industry and court system so thoroughly? And how do they get away with it? I have not even mentioned yet the many 12-step spin-offs of AA such as Narcotics Anonymous, Cocaine Anonymous, Overeaters Anonymous… the list goes on. They all follow mostly the same steps and doctrine of AA and they all work equally poorly. Apparently, many sick people are not getting better and some are suffering terribly under the present 12-step-based system of addiction recovery.

As I have already mentioned the great majority of alcohol and drug rehabilitation facilities (up to ninety percent) in this country use 12-step indoctrination, and the US court system regularly requires AA meeting attendance for those convicted of alcohol- or drug-related crimes. Many are forced to attend AA or NA (Narcotics Anonymous) meetings while in prison, as if being in jail weren’t punishment enough. In tracing the circumstances by which AA has risen to become the major treatment of choice in the US for alcoholism we must recognize that the devout AA members are ardent crusaders for their cause.

U.S. medical insurance companies regularly refuse to cover any treatment that is not 12-step based. This is the beginning of an answer. Alcohol and drug treatment has grown into a multi-billion dollar per year industry. The cost of a 28-day inpatient rehab stay typically ranges from $10,000 to $35,000. Inpatient treatment for the severe case is considered essential by many professionals in the field, although such treatments generally have little better long-term success than AA alone.

The business is self-perpetuating in this way. We have all heard of celebrities who have relapsed again and again after inpatient treatment even at the most prestigious clinics. Robert Downey Jr comes to mind. Since relapse is common and alcoholism is medically considered a disease, a continued supply of sick people is assured. The members of Alcoholics Anonymous are surely getting a share of this money.

But wait. Isn’t AA a non-profit organization? Along with Twelve Steps, AA as an organization has Twelve Traditions. Don’t these include refusing outside contributions? The answer to both questions is ostensibly “yes” though in reality dubious. Consider three of the Traditions (Wilson, 2003):

Tradition 6: An A.A. group ought never endorse, finance, or lend the A.A. name to any related facility or outside enterprise, lest problems of money, property, and prestige divert us from our primary purpose.

Tradition 6 is violated every day. Consider an excerpt from the advertising literature of a very successful South Florida Rehab Center (I spent 28 days as a voluntary patient there myself). “The Beachcomber is geared towards the principles of Alcoholics Anonymous, Narcotics Anonymous, and Al-Anon, with meetings on the premises. An A.A/N.A. contact is made for each client before leaving as well as a schedule of A.A. and N.A. meetings.” (Beachcomber Family Center for Addiction Recovery, no date). I should add that even when not attending AA/NA meetings the 12 steps were pervasive and a large part of my treatment.

Tradition 7: Every A.A. group ought to be fully self-supporting, declining outside contributions.

It is very common for members of substantial resource to donate property and services to AA.

Tradition 12: Anonymity is the spiritual foundation of all our Traditions, ever reminding us to place principles before personalities.

Anonymity is a powerful tool by which AA promotes itself to the public. Many AA members occupy positions in government and the health care industry. Even if we assume that their motives are pure, failure to identify themselves as adherents to a God-based organization that requires proselytization by its membership is strictly unethical.

AA has no proscription against its members starting independent companies and using them to promote the AA agenda. Again, such members have the distinct advantage of remaining anonymous in their business dealings. AA members do not, except on rare occasions, use their full name. Even the AA cofounders are still referred to often as Bill W and Doctor Bob. AA members on the Board of Trustees and the General Services Organization of AA are required by law to have their full names recorded but it stops there.

Let us say, for instance, that the president of insurance company XYZ Corporation, Steve Alkie has been an AA member for years. He accepts and practices the 12 steps. In all direct associations with AA, he is known simply as Steve A. The fact that he is an admitted alcoholic and active member of AA may never be known in his role as president of XYZ. This is correct in the sense of his personal privacy under law. But remember that Steve is a member of a religious cult. He has been indoctrinated into the belief system that AA is the only path to alcoholic recovery and that path requires devotion to God. Steve further believes, as I have often heard even from medical professionals, that the 12 steps are a wonderful way to live one’s life – alcoholic or not. (With the 12-step nihilistic vision of human nature, I would certainly beg to differ.)

Being in the insurance business, Steve’s fundamental belief that AA is good for alcoholics and that he is compelled by God to promote the AA doctrine would surely influence his decisions about which types of rehabilitation clinics his company supports. Because AA is recognized by the US government as a nonprofit self-help group there is no conflict. The truth as we have seen though is that AA is a religious cult. Insurance companies are not supposed to pay for religious treatment, but they routinely do. The results are that AA continues to flourish and its members continue to make a lot of money, while few alcoholics get the long-term help they need. Remember they might even have a higher mortality rate than the general population.

The other big problem is in the legal system of the United States. While it would be perfectly legitimate for courts to routinely sentence alcoholic offenders to a medical and proven programme of rehabilitation, it is flatly illegal and, in fact, unconstitutional for them to sentence said offenders to a religious programme. Yet they do. The benefit of the doubt would be given if one concluded that the courts have been duped by the AA cult. And probably this is true to some extent. The more exacting arguments would be that legislators have been extensively lobbied by AA proponents, and that AA members hold important positions throughout government and the court system. They have included senators, congressmen and judges.

The evangelical cult of Alcoholics Anonymous has deliberately sought proliferation of its religious conversion agenda by infiltration of the medical community and legal system of the United States of America. They have used their Principle of Anonymity to disguise themselves in these efforts. Though admittedly many AA members are well intentioned, believing deeply in their cause, AA has lied to the American public for 70 years. AA has no cure or even hope to offer suffering alcoholics. Americans need to recognize the true nature of AA, its abysmal failure, and inherent dangers.

The Greater Seattle Intergroup of Alcoholics Anonymous features an online collection of brief histories called “High and Dry, Oldtimers’ Stories Online”. One of these oldtimers, Lloyd B, an AA member of forty years writes, “In about 1964 an article came out in Harper’s Magazine titled ‘AA: Cure or Cult?’ There was a big controversy about it. Should we string this guy up or what? As it turned out he had gone through treatment and AA meetings and was not happy with the Higher Power end of things. We found out at that time the best thing to do was let it be. And of course, it went away.” (see http://www.seattleaa.org)

The February 1963 Harper’s Magazine article Lloyd refers to was indeed titled, AA: Cure or Cult? by Dr Arthur H. Cain, PhD. Dr Cain was then a practicing psychologist and graduate of Columbia University and of the Yale School of Alcohol Studies. The article’s clear conclusion was Cult not Cure. Lloyd B. writes it off to Dr Cain being “not happy with the Higher Power end of things” as though the Higher Power belief was a minor aspect of AA when, in fact, it is the primary point as we have seen. Lloyd’s attitude is telling in that he dismisses as trivial the central tenet of the AA programme as almost incidental while wishing that the controversy stirred against his favorite cult would just go away. Well, I’m sorry Lloyd. Though you and others of your fellowship may choose denial and ignorance of the facts, the truth has a funny way of hanging around. It won’t just “go away”.

References

  • Beachcomber Family Center for Addiction Recovery (n. d.).
  • Cain, A. H. (1963). AA: Cure or Cult? Harper’s Bazaar Magazine, February 1963
  • Wilson, B. (2003). Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions. New York: Alcoholics Anonymous.