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8.1.2007
.Fire The Grid.
Was interesting. I waked up at 4am PST and did it....at first my mind wandered and I couldn't concentrate. I have problems with meditating. But then I got into it, and (I was lying down) I saw "the grid" -- a grid of golden glowing energy, slightly above me. I reached out my hands and connected to it, and saw the whole earth encompassed in this great glowing grid of energy. My left hand was receiving energy from it, and my right hand was giving, and I saw the grid get "fired". It was pretty fucking cool. Anyone else participate? How was it for you? *eyebrows*
4.16.2007
When my mom was in high school up in Canada a school shooting occurred. It was whispered about as an 'isolated incident'. Now mom says she thinks it was early symptoms of a deeper sickness in humanity, most especially the youth.
I have a theory about this sort of thing: the "system", if you will, the ones with power-over in our hierarchal lifestyle, keeps pushing and pushing the already disturbed kids in school. I admit that I was one of those potential school-shooter kids in school. Except I would have focused entirely on administration, not any students. Revise that: not many students. Just a few.
By being cut off from that which spawned us, as we have been since the industrial revolution, and being cut off from each other and the presence in ourselves, as patriarchy teaches us to be (please not that I am not singling out men here--I am singling out patriarchy and hierarchy, which can just as easily be matriarchy and hierarchy--the problem lies in the latter word), we fall into endless despair. We reach out to anything to find what we've lost, but end up finding more nothingness. Some are able to fit in and play along at happiness by never analyzing the gaping void within their souls, but the others, the non-conformists, the freaks, get pushed by their peers, families, and the system for not being 'normal' enough.
I had about 6 nervous breakdowns during high school, all major ones, and the last one had me sobbingly replying "I don't know!" whenever someone asked me my name. I just thank the Goddess that I had Her incarnate in my Mom, otherwise I really would have snapped.
College was much better.
But there is still that underlying authority thing, that thinking of "Teacher knows best, because you are a stupid child, and that is why you are here--to be taught what you do not know".
I think a better solution to this problem (actually, to most problems) would not be to just throw the perpetrators into max-security prison (that is, if they haven't already killed themselves) and consider the problem over, but to actually address the root of this severely antisocial activity.
The root is our culture. We live in a culture of estrangement, of cutting off from what's right or natural. We're taught we have to ask for permission to go to the bathroom, to pee or poop, which are natural bodily functions. We're taught (if we're women) that farting, burping, and sex are done/wanted only by "bad people", and (if we're men) that those same things can be the subject of contests to see who's better in each arena. Tree-huggers and animal rights-activists are the "freaks" in school, and the "normal" kids are the ones who succumb to what's expected of them no matter how far it is off their own course, who develop eating disorders to maintain that 'perfect look', or who take steroids for the same purpose.
We are taught to deny our natural impulses, our natural beings, and our emotions, because they're not "appropriate" to "adult living". "Good" people don't feel anger. "Good" people don't want to kill others. "Good" women are obedient and submissive, and never show their "bitchy" side, and "good" men are aggressive go-getters, who are never allowed to be vulnerable or sensitive, lest they be considered gay. (Oh, what a tragedy that would be.)
As well, “good” people don’t care about the environment, but only about furthering their own agendas—getting the most toys and riches, and being the most influential on the block. Only then may you rest, because you’ve risen to the top. But beware! One slip-up, one tiny thing that reveals you’re actually a “bad” person who’s been faking it all these years and BAM! You Fall, back to the gutter, back into Hell. Only Angels get good lives.
The truth is, Christendom never went away. It just became secular. Sure, we live in a secular society. Then why does everything close early on Sundays, why is gay marriage an issue when it’s not a religious one, why is religious tolerance not the norm, why are abortion workers murdered by Christian fanatics who do then not get prosecuted, why does all our currency say In God We Trust, why are Wiccan or Pagan Veterans not allowed to get a pentacle on their gravestones, why are Easter and Christmas and all those other Christian holidays also civic holidays but not Halloween, why are there still some places where being a non-Christian can get you beaten to death, why is there a stigma to being an unmarried mom, why is prostitution illegal, why are naked bodies “shameful”, why must we ask for permission to do what is natural for our mammalian bodies to do, why does the GBLT community have to even ask for rights that should be theirs on account of their being human, why has every single president been a white man, why is there no problem with See You At The Pole on school grounds but any other religious observation during lunchtime would bring about a stake-burning, why must we deny our natural lives—children, birth, death, love, marriage, grief, bodily functions, sweat—in order to “survive” in the “adult world” if this is truly a secular society?
I do not hate Christians. I repeat: I do NOT hate Christians. Some of my best friends are Christians. And they are the best Christians I have ever met. They are the ones who don’t parade it about, who don’t tell others what to believe, who don’t “fight wars for Jesus” and who realize that there are different paths for different people. This is what we should ALL strive to achieve, an attitude to replace the current one.
This attitude of good/bad people and fitting the mold has been carried into Neo-Paganism, which is hardly hierarchical, with the notions of "good witch/bad witch" or "white/black magick". Like there could be a difference between white or black magick--saying there is only promotes racist thought. Magick is magick. A witch is a witch. Good and bad are matters of perspective--if you ask the villian in any story if he or she is evil, he or she will probably say "No. I'm just misunderstood."
School shootings, acts of "terrorism", etc, are just examples of people who are lost and confused in this culture lashing out with all the anger they've been taught to deny their whole lives, lashing out in very unhealthy ways because all they know is that it is unhealthy to feel differently, period, and that there is no healthy way to let it out.
Instead of just punishing people and leaving it at that, of teaching people that the punishment/reward system is all there is and they better be good, for goodness sake, or Santa will beat them with a stick, we need to re-teach people. We need to re-teach ourselves. And we need to foster a different culture, a culture of immanence instead of estrangement, a culture where we see each other and ourselves as part of a huge web, and all emotions as valid, so we can learn how to be healthy, body mind and soul.
Now, if these people were psychopathic personalities, which I personally believe are born without souls, then that's an entirely different issue.
Psychopathic personalities are completely sane and logical, lack any empathy for other beings, and are “never in the wrong”. A psychopath can waltz into a school, shoot up a hundred plus people, and waltz back out never feeling that he or she has done anything wrong. He or she may even strike up a perfectly normal conversation with the cops if he or she is taken alive.
By the way: we have several PPs running this country right now.
School shooters kill themselves at the end because they’re overcome with grief. Because they know they’ve done something wrong. Even if they couldn’t articulate it, that’s the emotion. That emotion thing again—what we’re supposed to deny.
If the people running this country felt anything for other human beings, or other beings in general, they would have committed suicide long ago. The United States has now been involved in Iraq for longer than we were in World War II – perhaps the only just war.
What we fail to see is that we’ve become the new Nazis of the world—big bullies everyone’s afraid of.
And they have a right to be: the US spends more money on “defence” (read: nuclear weapons) each year than the rest of the major defence-spenders on the list combined. Canada isn’t even on that list.
You may say what you want about “influences” in youth’s lives today, about how it’s all that Marilyn Manson crap that they listen to, or how you can’t understand how anyone could be so violent and cruel. It’s easy to understand: look around you. Look at this country that you’re living in, in the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave, turned into Land of Fear and Home of Death, and look at how it throws its weight around in the rest of the world. Look at its use of power-over to force others to do its bidding, the true definition of violence.
This is a country where I’m not even allowed to say something like this, because I may be “promoting terrorism.” That is, if I fear them. That is, if I let them control me.
You can let them make an “example” of the few who stray, and stay safely locked in your pen, never hurt, but never living either.
Or you can fight back, and fuck the lot of them, because we’re human, damn it, and we’ve been fighting for millennia, and you won’t take us without a struggle. We will not go down peacefully.
Because if we do, no anthropologist will even care to document our history. We will be a speck in the history of the galaxy. Because we didn’t care enough to fight for our good name—so why should anyone care enough to talk about us?
Kurt Vonnegut died recently. His words: “It’s too bad. This country could have been something great.” 
4.12.2007
Custodians of chaos In this extract from his forthcoming memoirs, Kurt Vonnegut is horrified by the hypocrisy in contemporary US politics By Kurt Vonnegut06/17/06 "Information Clearing House" -- -- "Do unto others what you would have them do unto you." A lot of people think Jesus said that, because it is so much the sort of thing Jesus liked to say. But it was actually said by Confucius, a Chinese philosopher, five hundred years before there was that greatest and most humane of human beings, named Jesus Christ. The Chinese also gave us, via Marco Polo, pasta and the formula for gunpowder. The Chinese were so dumb they only used gunpowder for fireworks. And everybody was so dumb back then that nobody in either hemisphere even knew that there was another one. We've sure come a long way since then. Sometimes I wish we hadn't. I hate H-bombs and the Jerry Springer Show But back to people like Confucius and Jesus and my son the doctor, Mark, each of whom have said in their own way how we could behave more humanely and maybe make the world a less painful place. One of my favourite humans is Eugene Debs, from Terre Haute in my native state of Indiana. Get a load of this. Eugene Debs, who died back in 1926, when I was not yet four, ran five times as the Socialist party candidate for president, winning 900,000 votes, almost 6 percent of the popular vote, in 1912, if you can imagine such a ballot. He had this to say while campaigning: "As long as there is a lower class, I am in it. "As long as there is a criminal element, I am of it. "As long as there is a soul in prison, I am not free." Doesn't anything socialistic make you want to throw up? Like great public schools, or health insurance for all? When you get out of bed each morning, with the roosters crowing, wouldn't you like to say. "As long as there is a lower class, I am in it. As long as there is a criminal element, I am of it. As long as there is a soul in prison, I am not free." How about Jesus' Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes? Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the Earth. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God. And so on. Not exactly planks in a Republican platform. Not exactly George W Bush, Dick Cheney, or Donald Rumsfeld stuff. For some reason, the most vocal Christians among us never mention the Beatitudes. But, often with tears in their eyes, they demand that the Ten Commandments be posted in public buildings. And of course that's Moses, not Jesus. I haven't heard one of them demand that the Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes, be posted anywhere. "Blessed are the merciful" in a courtroom? "Blessed are the peacemakers" in the Pentagon? Give me a break! It so happens that idealism enough for anyone is not made of perfumed pink clouds. It is the law! It is the US Constitution. But I myself feel that our country, for whose Constitution I fought in a just war, might as well have been invaded by Martians and body snatchers. Sometimes I wish it had been. What has happened instead is that it was taken over by means of the sleaziest, low-comedy, Keystone Cops-style coup d'état imaginable. I was once asked if I had any ideas for a really scary reality TV show. I have one reality show that would really make your hair stand on end: "C-Students from Yale". George W Bush has gathered around him upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography, plus not-so-closeted white supremacists, aka Christians, and plus, most frighteningly, psychopathic personalities, or PPs, the medical term for smart, personable people who have no consciences. To say somebody is a PP is to make a perfectly respectable diagnosis, like saying he or she has appendicitis or athlete's foot. The classic medical text on PPs is The Mask of Sanity by Dr Hervey Cleckley, a clinical professor of psychiatry at the Medical College of Georgia, published in 1941. Read it! Some people are born deaf, some are born blind or whatever, and this book is about congenitally defective human beings of a sort that is making this whole country and many other parts of the planet go completely haywire nowadays. These were people born without consciences, and suddenly they are taking charge of everything. PPs are presentable, they know full well the suffering their actions may cause others, but they do not care. They cannot care because they are nuts. They have a screw loose! And what syndrome better describes so many executives at Enron and WorldCom and on and on, who have enriched themselves while ruining their employees and investors and country and who still feel as pure as the driven snow, no matter what anybody may say to or about them? And they are waging a war that is making billionaires out of millionaires, and trillionaires out of billionaires, and they own television, and they bankroll George Bush, and not because he's against gay marriage. So many of these heartless PPs now hold big jobs in our federal government, as though they were leaders instead of sick. They have taken charge. They have taken charge of communications and the schools, so we might as well be Poland under occupation. They might have felt that taking our country into an endless war was simply something decisive to do. What has allowed so many PPs to rise so high in corporations, and now in government, is that they are so decisive. They are going to do something every fuckin' day and they are not afraid. Unlike normal people, they are never filled with doubts, for the simple reason that they don't give a fuck what happens next. Simply can't. Do this! Do that! Mobilise the reserves! Privatise the public schools! Attack Iraq! Cut health care! Tap everybody's telephone! Cut taxes on the rich! Build a trillion-dollar missile shield! Fuck habeas corpus and the Sierra Club and In These Times, and kiss my ass! There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: only nut cases want to be president. This was true even in high school. Only clearly disturbed people ran for class president. The title of Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11 is a parody of the title of Ray Bradbury's great science-fiction novel Fahrenheit 451. Four hundred and fifty-one degrees Fahrenheit is the combustion point, incidentally, of paper, of which books are composed. The hero of Bradbury's novel is a municipal worker whose job is burning books. While on the subject of burning books, I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and destroyed records rather than have to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles. So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House, the Supreme Court, the Senate, the House of Representatives, or the media. The America I loved still exists at the front desks of our public libraries. And still on the subject of books: our daily news sources, newspapers and TV, are now so craven, so unvigilant on behalf of the American people, so uninformative, that only in books do we learn what's really going on. I will cite an example: House of Bush, House of Saud by Craig Unger, published in early 2004, that humiliating, shameful, blood-soaked year. In case you haven't noticed, as the result of a shamelessly rigged election in Florida, in which thousands of African-Americans were arbitrarily disenfranchised, we now present ourselves to the rest of the world as proud, grinning, jut-jawed, pitiless war-lovers with appallingly powerful weaponry - who stand unopposed. In case you haven't noticed, we are now as feared and hated all over the world as Nazis once were. And with good reason. In case you haven't noticed, our unelected leaders have dehumanised millions and millions of human beings simply because of their religion and race. We wound 'em and kill 'em and torture 'em and imprison 'em all we want. Piece of cake. In case you haven't noticed, we also dehumanised our own soldiers, not because of their religion or race, but because of their low social class. Send 'em anywhere. Make 'em do anything. Piece of cake. The O'Reilly Factor. So I am a man without a country, except for the librarians and a Chicago paper called In These Times. Before we attacked Iraq, the majestic New York Times guaranteed there were weapons of mass destruction there. Albert Einstein and Mark Twain gave up on the human race at the end of their lives, even though Twain hadn't even seen the first world war. War is now a form of TV entertainment, and what made the first world war so particularly entertaining were two American inventions, barbed wire and the machine gun. Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name. Don't you wish you could have something named after you? Like my distinct betters Einstein and Twain, I now give up on people, too. I am a veteran of the second world war and I have to say this is not the first time I have surrendered to a pitiless war machine. My last words? "Life is no way to treat an animal, not even a mouse." Napalm came from Harvard. Veritas Our president is a Christian? So was Adolf Hitler. What can be said to our young people, now that psychopathic personalities, which is to say persons without consciences, without senses of pity or shame, have taken all the money in the treasuries of our government and corporations, and made it all their own? © 2005 Kurt Vonnegut Extracted from A Man Without a Country: : A Memoir of Life in George W Bush's America.
3.29.2007
Join the Resistance: Fall in Love
Falling in love is the ultimate act of revolution, of resistance to today's tedious, socially restrictive, culturally constrictive, humanly meaningless world.
Love transforms the world. Where the lover formerly felt boredom, he now feels passion. Where she once was complacent, she now is excited and compelled to self-asserting action. The world which once seemed empty and tiresome becomes filled with meaning, filled with risks and rewards, with majesty and danger. Life for the lover is a gift, an adventure with the highest possible stakes; every moment is memorable, heartbreaking in its fleeting beauty. When he falls in love, a man who once felt disoriented, alienated, and confused will know exactly what he wants. Suddenly his existence will make sense to him; suddenly it becomes valuable, even glorious and noble, to him. Burning passion is an antidote that will cure the worst cases of despair and resigned obedience.
Love makes it possible for individuals to connect to others in a meaningful way—it impels them to leave their shells and risk being honest and spontaneous together, to come to know each other in profound ways. Thus love makes it possible for them to care about each other genuinely, rather than at the end of the gun of Christian doctrine. But at the same time, it plucks the lover out of the routines of everyday life and separates her from other human beings. She will feel a million miles away from the herd of humanity, living as she is in a world entirely different from theirs.
In this sense love is subversive, because it poses a threat to the established order of our modern lives. The boring rituals of workday productivity and socialized etiquette will no longer mean anything to a man who has fallen in love, for there are more important forces guiding him than mere inertia and deference to tradition. Marketing strategies that depend upon apathy or insecurity to sell the products that keep the economy running as it does will have no effect upon him. Entertainment designed for passive consumption, which depends upon exhaustion or cynicism in the viewer, will not interest him.
There is no place for the passionate, romantic lover in today's world, business or private. For he can see that it might be more worthwhile to hitchhike to Alaska (or to sit in the park and watch the clouds sail by) with his sweetheart than to study for his calculus exam or sell real estate, and if he decides that it is, he will have the courage to do it rather than be tormented by unsatisfied longing. He knows that breaking into a cemetery and making love under the stars will make for a much more memorable night than watching television ever could. So love poses a threat to our consumer-driven economy, which depends upon consumption of (largely useless) products and the labor that this consumption necessitates to perpetuate itself.
Similarly, love poses a threat to our political system, for it is difficult to convince a man who has a lot to live for in his personal relationships to be willing to fight and die for an abstraction such as the state; for that matter, it may be difficult to convince him to even pay taxes. It poses a threat to cultures of all kinds, for when human beings are given wisdom and valor by true love they will not be held back by traditions or customs which are irrelevant to the feelings that guide them.
Love even poses a threat to our society itself. Passionate love is ignored and feared by the bourgeoisie, for it poses a great danger to the stability and pretense they covet. Love permits no lies, no falsehoods, not even any polite half-truths, but lays all emotions bare and reveals secrets which domesticated men and women cannot bear. You cannot lie with your emotional and sexual response; situations or ideas will excite or repel you whether you like it or not, whether it is polite or not, whether it is advisable or not. One cannot be a lover and a (dreadfully) responsible, (dreadfully) respectable member of today's society at the same time; for love will impel you to do things which are not "responsible" or "respectable." True love is irresponsible, irrepressible, rebellious, scornful of cowardice, dangerous to the lover and everyone around her, for it serves one master alone: the passion that makes the human heart beat faster.. It disdains anything else, be it self-preservation, obedience, or shame. Love urges men and women to heroism, and to antiheroism—to indefensible acts that need no defense for the one who loves.
For the lover speaks a different moral and emotional language than the typical bourgeois man does. The average bourgeois man has no overwhelming, smoldering desires. Sadly, all he knows is the silent despair that comes of spending his life pursuing goals set for him by his family, his educators, his employers, his nation, and his culture, without ever being able to even consider what needs and wants he might have of his own. Without the burning fire of desire to guide him, he has no criteria upon which to choose what is right and wrong for himself. Consequently he is forced to adopt some dogma or doctrine to direct him through his life. There are a wide variety of moralities to choose from in the marketplace of ideas, but which morality a man buys into is immaterial so long as he chooses one because he is at a loss otherwise as to what he should do with himself and his life. How many men and women, having never realized that they had the option to choose their own destinies, wander through life in a dull haze thinking and acting in accordance with the laws that have been taught to them, merely because they no longer have any other idea of what to do? But the lover needs no prefabricated principles to direct her; her desires identify what is right and wrong for her, for her heart guides her through life. She sees beauty and meaning in the world, because her desires paint the world in these colors. She has no need for dogmas, for moral systems, for commandments and imperatives, for she knows what to do without instructions.
Thus she does indeed pose quite a threat to our society. What if everyone decided right and wrong for themselves, without any regard for conventional morality? What if everyone did whatever they wanted to, with the courage to face any consequences? What if everyone feared loveless, lifeless monotony more than they fear taking risks, more than they fear being hungry or cold or in danger? What if everyone set down their "responsibilities" and "common sense," and dared to pursue their wildest dreams, to set the stakes high and live each day as if it were the last? Think what a place the world would be! Certainly it would be different than it is now—and it is quite a truism that people from the "mainstream," the simultaneous keepers and victims of the status quo, fear change.
And so, despite the stereotyped images used in the media to sell toothpaste and honeymoon suites, genuine passionate love is discouraged in our culture. Being "carried away by your emotions" is frowned upon; instead we are raised to always be on our guard lest our hearts lead us astray. Rather than being encouraged to have the courage to face the consequences of risks taken in pursuit of our hearts' desires, we are counseled not to take risks at all, to be "responsible." And love itself is regulated. Men must not fall in love with other men, nor women with other women, nor individuals from different ethnic backgrounds with each other, or else the usual bigots who form the front-line offensive in the assault of modern Western culture upon the individual will step in. Men and women who have already entered into a legal/religious contract with each other are not to fall in love with anyone else, even if they no longer feel any passion for their marital partner. Love as most of us know it today is a carefully prescribed and preordained ritual, something that happens on Friday nights in expensive movie theaters and restaurants, something that fills the pockets of the shareholders in the entertainment industries without preventing workers from showing up to the office on time and ready to reroute phone calls all day long. This regulated, commercial "love" is nothing like the passionate, burning love that consumes the genuine lover. These restrictions, expectations, and regulations smother true love; for love is a wild flower that can never grow within the confines prepared for it but only appears where it is least expected.
We must fight against these cultural restraints that would cripple and smother our desires. For it is love that gives meaning to life, desire that makes it possible for us to make sense of our existence and find purpose in our lives. Without these, there is no way for us to determine how to live our lives, except to submit to some authority, to some god, master or doctrine that will tell us what to do and how to do it without ever giving us the satisfaction that self-determination does. So fall in love today, with men, with women, with music, with ambition, with yourself. . . with life!
One might say that it is ridiculous to implore others to fall in love—one either falls in love or one does not, it is not a choice that can be made consciously. Emotions do not follow the instructions of the rational mind. But the environment in which we must live out our lives has a great influence on our emotions, and we can make rational decisions that will affect this environment. It should be possible to work to change an environment that is hostile to love into an environment that will encourage it. Our task must be to engineer our world so that it is a world in which people can and do fall in love, and thus to reconstitute human beings so that we will be ready for the "revolution" spoken of in these pages—so that we will be able to find meaning and happiness in our lives.
What if everyone decided right and wrong for themselves, without any regard for conventional morality? What if everyone did whatever they wanted to, with the courage to face any consequences? What if everyone feared loveless, lifeless monotony more than they fear taking risks, more than they fear being hungry or cold or in danger? What if everyone set down their "responsibilities" and "common sense," and dared to pursue their wildest dreams, to set the stakes high and live each day as if it were the last? Think what a place the world would be!
3.17.2007
"We learn from history that when good and evil struggle against each other, initially evil tends to take the upper hand until all of a sudden it disintegrates and collapses."
--Ghandi
perhaps right now is the time to take these words to heart. with such an utter despair gripping the world, the feeling like we can't change anything even if we did try, that it's all over so we should just try to survive every day--and indeed, that is all we can do--we need something to hold onto.
i for one don't want this world to end. because even if we are completely fucked up as a species, even if we are a cancer upon the planet, there are things worth saving. paintings. art. beautiful writing. love. yes, it sounds trite, but i would die if the world became a place where i didn't receive poetry from my boyfriend at odd hours of the night just because he was thinking about me. that sort of thing is worth saving. a mother's love for her child--the kind of love that makes death seem a small price to pay for the continued well-being of your son or daughter. good music. good food. laughter. good movies. even bad movies, because without the bad how would we know what good is?
evil is necessary for the proliferation of good. i do not subscribe to the secularized christian view of good always vanguishing evil for ever and always triumphing and that rewards come to those who wait. rewards come to those who work. the real reward of a good life is seeing the effects of your deeds, not some imaginary feast in the afterlife. i do not even believe in good or evil, per se, because those who we consider evil do not consider themselves evil. it is just a different perspective to them. how do we know we are not the evil ones?
we don't. we just feel in our hearts that things should be run differently, and we can see the effects of the current administration on the planet (not just the US--i'm referring to humanity's administration as a whole) as being generally bad for any other species here.
it could be said that this is supposed to happen--that we'll die out and the world will balance itself out again. even if that's true, how can someone, in good conscience, allow what's going on to happen?
we carry this false belief that accumulating wealth is the ultimate goal of life--or that being the most beautiful is, or the smartest, or the life of the party. these are high school ideas that we carry into life. they come from a culture of estrangement, the culture we were born into. we see ourselves as separate from everything and one else, and therefore we don't see our actions as affecting anyone else. the culture of estrangement, of power-over, of hierarchy, makes teenagers of adults. we've got a bunch of self-centered (admittedly not always knowingly) people running around doing things to accumulate whatever they can until they die, at which point none of this stuff matters anyway.
what matters is not being better than every one else. what matters is to be the best you can be, you, yourself, your individual self, while retaining the knowledge that you are not alone. you are brother or sister to everyone else in the whole world, to every tree, flower, bush, bee, bird, and wolf--you are a strand in a great web that stretches beyond this planet and out into the universe, that is the universe, and energy is what you are made of. the force does not flow thru us, because then it is seen as separate from us. the force is us. and how we choose to be, what kind of people we choose to be determines the 'light' or 'darkness' of it.
the point is not to do good.
the point is to do better.
and to remember, that at the end of the day, you are not alone. you may feel alone. especially if you are disconnected from friends, family, or just like-minded acquantiances.
and to remember, that no matter how futile it all seems, that no matter how much you want to give up for lack of any visible change, that despite all this, your actions will matter. because whether you are directly or indirectly a factor, things will change. they always do. and doing something, whether or not it works, empowers you.
this should not be about guilt.
this should be about feeling good about picking up the litter on your daily walk, even if it's back twofold the next day, because you made a difference in the world's fabric of energy, if only for a second. seeing litter is a depressing sight for most people. by picking it up, you are improving a small corner of the world, for a little bit, allowing some light to shine there, which will touch other people in their busy lives for a while, and reach out to touch the others they see or deal with, and so on around the world.
and the same goes for any little bit of activism. whether it be hugathon, chaining yourself to a fence to protest a nuclear reactor being built, standing on a corner with a sandwich board sign, or blowing up parliament to prove a point, to break down old structures so that new ones may be born out of the rubble.
this evolutionary stage we're on has grown stagnant. we cannot allow ourselves to live in fear. we must switch to a system of power-from-within, of acknowledging everything as sacred--sacred being whatever we value for being itself. our bodies are sacred, and what comes out of our bodies--here i speak of shit--is sacred, because it composts, and out of compost comes new life. life is a cycle. water-based sewage systems are probably one of the stupidest ideas we've had as humans. they disrupt that cycle.
so do the burial systems of our dead. cremation is more sensible than being put in your best clothing into a wooden box that will take longer to decompose than you will to be lowered into the ground where you will take up space that can be used by the living, but it's still pretty useless. my father wants to be composted when he dies. he can't, because it's illegal. the law says that instead of being useful when dead, he must rot where he will feed worms who will make the cemetary dirt very rich in nutrients, but it's being used as a cemetary so that's a moot point.
these systems we have in place prevent us from being the best we can be, as humans, and as mammals. we forget this alot, but we are mammals, so far as we can tell. we are apes, so far as we know. we must accept our place in the animal kingdom outside of biology class and work on making our place more of a niche than a gouged-out hold in the ecosystem's wall. we obviously have some purpose on this planet. let's develop it.
maybe it's art, of all kinds. music, words, paintings, textiles, the list goes on. maybe it's our mental capacities. we are capable of great things. but while we are officially secular, we are still ruled by fear-based, monotheistic, patriarchal thought-forms that teach us different is bad, rule by many is heretical, and female is dark and dirty.
newsflash: we are all dark and dirty. women bleed. men poop. humans eat, piss, fuck, shit, sleep, fart, and burp our way thru our lives, and try to hide it all because it's so 'shameful'. the ones who embrace all these natural bodily functions and the natural state of nudity are 'deviants' who must be 'locked-up'.
if we're so fucking secular, then why are we so illogical about the simplest things?
these beliefs are based on fear. fear from a triad of patriarchal abrahamic religions that still rule the world, like it or not. we claim to be secularized, but the truth is that men are valued over women, white over black/other colors, and the One over the Many.
i hate the terms white or black magick used so frequently by new followers of the craft. it emphasizes the belief that white = pure good righteous virtuous pure perfect ruling class and black = dirty bad immoral lewd impure slave class. the very usage in a power-from-within religion of hierarchial terms comes from the fact that almost all of us are raised in the culture of estrangement, and must come to the culture of connectivity, of immanence, from that place, and so must shed those old ideas. it's easier to fall back into old systems than to actively work at creating new ones.
this world is full of horrible things.
this world is full of precious and wonderful things.
what do you want to be humanity's last legacy?
2.21.2007
fire the grid: be defined
my resolution to publish only newsworthy things in this blog is ridiculous. to assume that my life does not hold seeds of rants that change minds was silly of me. which is not to say that i will be posting highly personal and frivolous things anytime soon, but i will no longer be ignoring this blog.
i've been doing some soul-searching the past...few hours. well, weeks, really. i haven't been at an inspired place for a while now; i feel like i've lost my connection to all that is real--energy, the earth, the goddess. i can't feel those things like the thrumming in my blood like they once were. that is either an indication of my getting stronger and needing surges of the energy to note it, or that i've been cut off.
i think it's the latter. i feel empty inside, and devoid of any energy. i keep on telling myself i need to get energized and start to change my life, but in reality i just don't care right now.
so i need to redeem my callousness. here i will speak. i doubt i'll be read. but at least i'll make the attempt.
i have recently discovered i am an indigo-crystal child (now adult). i think my powers were muted by the fucked-up-edness of my childhood. i'm going to be meditating to recover those lost powers. well, not lost. just....smothered.
i have also learned that maui is a point on earth that holds the essence of lemuria, the first continent (or pangaea for you scientist types out there). so if i could just get over the stress of 8 years of living there, then when i return i can do some earth/healing work. but it explains the attraction new agey/pagany people feel for the place. i used to down talk that attraction, saying they wouldn't feel it for alaska cause it's so cold up there and isn't "paradise". they probably wouldn't. i wonder how many people (like me) moved to powell river because they prefer the cold? not many, but that's cause pr is the warmest place in bc.
so, on to the title of this entry and how it relates. fire the grid is a website that explains it all. the long and short of it is this: on july 17, THIS year, at 11:11 GMT (3:11 am PST; 1:11 am HST), is when we need to 'fire the grid'. the grid of the planet. we need to send our loving energies into it for an hour at that time. we will "reset mother earth with a bioelectric surge of love from humanity". i know i'll be up at 3 am to do it. so will my mom.
you may not believe it, you may think it's a bunch of baloney, which is fine--i'm not trying to convince anyone. but if it's true? can you imagine the change? we could heal the earth. we could fix the problems we started. is an hour really too much time to try that? is it not worth your time?
it's been proven that humanity working together can accomplish miracles. covens probably get more magick done than solitaries. if every person on earth just stopped for this one hour on this one day and focused their love into the earth, i can't even imagine the good we'd accomplish. hell, if every person in one hemisphere did it it would make a difference.
whether or not you believe me or this or anything relating to this 'airy-fairy bullshit', give it some thought. what have you got to lose? an hour, that could be spent playing video games, or stuck in meetings, or rush-hour traffic, or being reprimanded by someone, or playing computer games instead of working. i think you get my point.
12.12.2006
An important part of working towards a culture of peace is learning
to connect compassionately with our relatives, human and non.
Juan Mann started the Free Hugs Campaign
in Sydney, Australia, and it grew to a worldwide phenomenon. Coming
home from London, he was standing in the airport feeling alone and
needing a hug, and decided to stand on the busiest corner in town with
a huge sign that said "FREE HUGS". He continued to do this,
persistently, and started connecting with many people. The movement
gained fame and momentum, and was consequently banned by the
government. Not to be discouraged, Juan started a petition to un-ban
it, and got the required 10,000 signatures.
Free Hugs is now an international phenomenon, with people worldwide holding their own hugathons.
Sometimes in our activism and passion we forget that at the basis of
each relationship is connection, that at the basis of what makes us
human is that moment in which we are one with another human being. Hugs
are the physical expression of that oneness. And it is only by
realizing that oneness can we truly start on the road to peace.
It's not always easy. Hugathons can and will be met with resistance,
great or small. But in making the effort, and continuing to do so, come
wind or rain or storm, we can make a difference. And that is true of
all activism.
12.9.2006
you can sleep when you're dead
SLEEP THERAPIST DR. RUBIN NAIMAN EXPLAINS THE TRUE CAUSES OF SLEEP DISORDERS, CAFFEINE CRAVINGS AND SLEEP HORMONE IMBALANCESBy Dani VeracityNews TargetMonday, January 16, 2006http://www.newstarget.com/016768.htmlSeventy-six percent of Americans are lacking something right now. No, it'snot the latest fad fashion, electronic device or even money in the bank.It's sleep. Thomas Edison invented the light bulb so that people could workat night, and there are now 25 million night shift workers in U.S.-occupiedterritory. Thanks to the light bulb and the later invention of television,sleep quantity (per person) has decreased by about 20 percent since 1900.Furthermore, 76 percent of Americans have a sleeping disorder at least a fewdays per week, contributing to our society's epidemic of daytime sleepiness,depression and adrenal fatigue, sleep therapist Dr. Rubin Naiman said in hisNovember lecture at the 2005 Complementary and Alternative MedicineConference (CAMCON) in Tucson, Ariz.Modern Western society doesn't comply with our natural biorhythms. Humansare built to nap, according to Dr. Naiman. When we override our naturaldesire for midday rest, the conflict carries over to sleep disturbances atnight. Furthermore, similar to the problem of our junk food-laden diets,we're overfed yet undernourished when it comes to light. During the day, wereceive dampened light from fluorescent bulbs rather than the vitamin D-richsunlight that our bodies need. Then, during the night when we need the darkto trigger essential melatonin production, excessive light at night (LAN)erodes our "lunar consciousness" and throws our body rhythms out of balance.In short, we have too much light when we don't need it (at night) and toolittle when we do (during the day).Melatonin, a neurochemical released from the pineal gland, is as essentialto the human body today as it was during our evolution. Accordingly, Dr.Naiman talks in great detail about this product of serotonin, even lookingback into the ancient Greco-Roman perspective of it and sleep in general.From a purely biological standpoint, melatonin, which is produced duringabsence of light, communicates the fact that it is night to our bodies,triggering the release of GABA, our bodies' natural tranquilizer. LANsuppresses melatonin production, hindering this entire process and settingthe stage for a phenomenon many of us know all too well: Daytime sleepiness.Even though we're tired during the day, rest is somewhat of a taboo topic inmodern society. We tend to associate it with laziness and, as Dr. Naimanpoints out, "When we rest, we experience the opportunistic emergence of ourshadow issues." In other words, resting often gives us time to think abouteverything we'd rather forget, which is one of the reasons why many peopledon't like to rest. It's the common "I-don't-have-time-to-think" phenomenon.Unfortunately, as adrenal fatigue expert Dr. James Wilson explains in hisNovember lecture at the 2005 First Arizona Choices Exposition in Tucson,Ariz., "Our lifestyles have changed, but our bodies haven't." We may notlike to rest, or perhaps have time for it, but our bodies still desire it.In fact, napping can provide amazing health benefits. It lowers diastolicblood pressure, improves mood, improves work and school performance (bossesand educators take note) and helps readjust our nighttime sleep patternsback to the way our ancestors slept before the Industrial Age and, accordingto some experts, the way our bodies were designed to sleep at night.Historian A. Roger Ekirch of the Virginia Polytechnic Institute found that,before the Industrial Age changed everything, people slept in two phases:"First sleep," a period of being awake shortly after midnight, and "secondsleep."Using this historical data as his guide, National Institute of Mental Health(NIMH) psychiatrist Dr. Thomas A. Wehr set out to learn if the human bodywould revert back to this segmented sleep pattern, given natural,pre-Industrial conditions. In Dr. Wehr's study, 15 healthy adults wereprohibited from using any artificial light from dusk to dawn and given 14hours (6 p.m. to 8 a.m.) for sleep. They slept 11 hours each the first fewnights to presumably catch up on lost sleep, but then eventually settledinto a pattern beginning with a few hours of nighttime rest.This nighttime rest is "an essential bridge to night consciousness,"according to Dr. Naiman. We have to slow down before we can fall asleep andexperience hypnagogia, a sleep-onset dream. Unfortunately, many of us don'ttake the time to pursue nighttime rest for psychological and sociologicalreasons.After a few hours of nighttime rest, Dr. Wehr's volunteers then fell intoREM asleep for three to five hours ("first sleep") before awakening. DuringREM sleep, the brain is as active as when it is awake. Due to this alertnesswithout daytime constraints, regularly awakening from REM sleep issignificant in itself, as it allows people to remember and reflect on theirdreams in a semiconscious state, according to Dr. Wehr. In fact, heattributes modern society's disconnection with dreams, myths and fantasiesto our lack of midnight reflection.Following this hour or so of quiet time, the volunteers then slept for aboutfour more hours before finally awakening. In conclusion, the NIMH studyreinforced Ekirch's historical data, making it seem likely that the humanbody would naturally like to sleep as it did before artificial lighting, andthat waking up midway through the night is innate, rather than a diseasemeant to be treated with sleeping pills.Given that most of us are not getting the quality or quantity of sleep ourbodies require, and that our schedules often don't allow time for naps, whatare we supposed to do about our daytime sleepiness? Many of us turn tohigh-glycemic carbohydrates like white flour or refined sugar as the answer,putting our bodies at risk for obesity and type 2 diabetes. We also mask oursleepiness with caffeine, making it what Dr. Naiman calls the "fuel ofindustrialized culture."Three hundred million cups of coffee are consumed in the United States eachday and it is the second-most commonly traded commodity in the world.Unfortunately, our misguided "solution" to daytime sleepiness only adds tothe sleep disorders we experience at night, as caffeine's half-life is 7.5hours, meaning that you still have half the amount of caffeine in yourbloodstream more than seven hours after you drink or eat a caffeinatedproduct. No wonder we can't fall asleep at night, or even get a "goodnight's sleep" when we do.Lack of sleep eventually leads to fatigue, which is much more serious thaneveryday drowsiness. By Dr. Naiman's definition, fatigue is a "sustainedstate of exhaustion, a lack of physical or mental energy." As you mightimagine, fatigue is all too common today, accounting for 10 millionoutpatient physician visits in the United States per year, mostly associatedwith depression. Ironically, Big Pharma's answers to depression, SSRI drugs,actually worsen the sleep-related problems they were designed to relieve.Pharmaceuticals like Prozac cause reduced REM latency, which actuallypromotes depression, Dr. Naiman explains.The real solution to fatigue is easy enough: Make time to rest. Taking abreak from time to time doesn't mean that you're lazy; it means that youwant to be healthy. Plus, keep in mind that attaining healthy sleep willactually increase your overall productivity and your enjoyment of life.
The above is proof that being tired is not laziness--it's an indicator of an unhealthy lifestyle.
Right now it's 4am and I'm up, in flourescent light, doing stuff when I should be sleeping so I can call bill collectors early in the morning. Living example of the above. And the living dead.
11.27.2006
breastfeeding bothers conservative america
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http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15720339/ MSNBC.com Woman kicked off plane for breast-feeding Files complaint saying she was being discreet, airline disagrees The Associated Press Updated: 2:07 p.m. HT Nov 16, 2006
BURLINGTON, Vt. - A woman who claims she was kicked off an airplane because she was breast-feeding her baby has filed a complaint against two airlines, her attorney said.
Emily Gillette, 27, of Santa Fe, N.M., filed the complaint with the Vermont Human Rights Commission late last week against Delta Air Lines and Freedom Airlines, said her attorney, Elizabeth Boepple. Freedom was operating the Delta flight between Burlington and New York City.
Gillette said she was discreetly breast-feeding her 22-month-old daughter on Oct. 13 as their flight prepared to leave Burlington International Airport. She said she was seated by the window in the next-to-last row, her husband was seated between her and the aisle and no part of her breast was showing.
A flight attendant tried to hand her a blanket and told her to cover up, Gillette said. She declined, telling the flight attendant she had a legal right to breast-feed her baby.
Moments later, a Delta ticket agent approached and said the flight attendant had asked that the family be removed from the flight, Gillette said. She said she didn’t want to make a scene and complied.
“It embarrassed me. That was my first reaction, which is a weird reaction for doing something so good for a child,” Gillette said Monday.
A Freedom spokesman said Gillette was asked to leave the flight after she declined the blanket.
“A breast-feeding mother is perfectly acceptable on an aircraft, providing she is feeding the child in a discreet way,” that doesn’t bother others, said Paul Skellon, spokesman for Phoenix-based Freedom. “She was asked to use a blanket just to provide a little more discretion, she was given a blanket, and she refused to use it, and that’s all I know.”
A complaint against two airlines was filed with the Vermont Human Rights Commission, although Executive Director Robert Appel said he was barred by state law from confirming the complaint. He said state law allows a mother to breast-feed in public.
The Vermont Human Rights Commission investigates complaints and determines whether discrimination may have occurred. The parties to a complaint are given six months to reach a settlement. If none is reached, the commission then decides whether to go to court. A complainant can file a separate suit in state court at any time. © 2006 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.
This sounds rather ridiculous to me. First off, it's a legal right for a woman to feed her child, whether in public or private, regardless of it bothering anyone. Second off, if it bothers anyone those people should be killed right now, because they obviously don't appreciate the gift of life their mothers gave them in birthing them and then breast-feeding them. Unless they're the non-breastfed type. Which would explain this sort of psychotic, anti-social reaction.
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11.24.2006
rereading entries whilst deleting them has made me re-realize how deeply i feel for blue...and how attached i was to her. and that may explain my clinginess with my boyfriend....emotionally, he's just blue's replacement.
i'm really fucked up.
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