Some hours later, here I am. The blurb mentions H P Lovecraft, though there's - no doubt fortunately - not much of him in it. Maybe distracting from the real world of Jewish-run US genocide.
Reminds me slightly of The Exorcist, starting with archaeology in the east. The 'Black Mountain of the Hittites' in this book has a two mile deep artificial structure, however. It's set in the remote future—well, 2014. Wilson, I'd guess, spent much of his life leafing through stuff promoted to get money for NASA, illustrated with carefully-absurd drawings. He has helicopter taxis, rocket transporters; huge ethereal solar unfolding engines, if that's the word; communication with visuals, 'TV' of course, not just voices; but records with needles and flats with keys. He has a male's attitude to clothes, hair styles, fashions, of unawareness.
There's American technology, assumed to be in America, with bases and so on. Probably most language is American English, with 'lift off' and universities staffed with people something like Aldous Huxley (of mescalin) or J B Rhine (of 'PK', 'psychokinesis', which Wilson extends to huge extents), largely with Russian or Germanic names, who think Husserl and phenomenology are techniques.
This novel may have been written in parts; there's an introductory third with strange dark archaeology; a middle section with something like small scale mental war in which the author 'Professor Gilbert Austin' and a few others probably in a tradition on megalomania takes control; and the last bit with human mental powers 'equivalent to hydrogen bombs' moving the moon round, at least of the smallish number of people who were 'awakened', the remainder being 'zombis'. They manage to assemble about half a million other awakened people, and further 'human evolution' begins, as in Shaw's Back to Methuselah, as the book ends.
I wondered whether Wilson had found some equivalent to Jews and their 'parasitism'. The answer is: no, unless you count the uncertainty as to their intents. Wilson's 'mind parasites' sound like some of the things described in Martin Gardner: 'menorgs' and 'disorgs'. There seem to be lots of them, and they have to be tiny, or in fact not physical, and connected in space with their mates in other brains. They cause panic, terror, and disconnection from stable memory roots. However, Wilson has some small historical context, for example 18th century poets compared with 19th century poets. And the earth's remote past, thousands and millions of years, but inevitably with the feeling there must have been origins in eastern Europe.
Wilson has vague statistics on suicide, probably picked up from the BBC or Jewish press. He thinks there six times as much as there was - but why? Wilson like Fred Hoyle thinks in terms of big corporations, supplying food and cars and so on almost subliminally, plus comfort and facilities for people like his professors.
I don't think a novel like this one could have been written by any educated person without a lot of stress and strain. It's part of the post-1945 US/Jewish world of pulp crap. I expect some people liked it for its suggestion of power over the mere material world, and hints that ordinary people conceal astonishing qualities. Now, in the Internet era, I ought to do a Miles Mathis and trace Wilson's background, but perhaps someone else might do it for me. Thanks.
RW 3 July 2019