Nothing has value in itself. All value, of our lives, and our “selves” is determined in relationship to a “thing”, a place where it can be exchanged for something else, and sold for a price tag, and to gain an equivalent value against something else. One’s life, if it at all can be called that,... Continue Reading →
You are always in control. Your tunnel vision grants you the ability to achieve everything you have ever desired and dreamed of. Your desired universe is precisely mapped out, by you. It’s your masterpiece, and you take so much pride in being the mastermind of your own masterpiece. You are always in charge of your... Continue Reading →
We are the Takers, the Destroyers, the Laviathan, the Master, the Civilization, little fires everywhere. Let us enlighten, attain and refine you or the barbed wired social and economic conditions await you. Resistance is futile, and obedience, is the only way to survive the “tough” conditions, here at the refinery of civilization, on the way to the slaughter-house.
“This is us, the civilized. We are so wrapped up in our shit, the filth of civilization, and so beautifully brainwashed to think we are free to revolt!”Tweet For how long are we to believe that we are getting what we want? For how long will we be scared into submission? For how long will... Continue Reading →
They kill protesters by the dozen by police cars in other countries, they jail journalists, authors, all the time for the smallest things, and gas, torture their own citizens, stage “confessions” on Television, and hold fake elections, and we over here complain about “our president” tear-gassing a bunch of peaceful protesters, and walking across to a burned church for a photo-up! We “voice” our opinions from the comfort of our homes! And scream! “No this is not what America is all about”!
We shall call it by several names: sadness, melancholy, unhappiness, despondency, hopelessness, depression, loneliness, lonesomeness, disheartenment, dejection, low-spirits, pensive sadness, nostalgia, fuck-it-all-moment-of-no-one-loves-me-and-i-know-it. Us the citizens of this world, we all want it, feed off of it, and worship watching its “destructive forces”. We long for it to come and give us a reason to get attention, feel the need to confess to “being it”, and lick its many faces to get its last remains.
This is us! Angered, outraged. Look at us we are angry. We have watched a person die at the hands of the system, ten agonizing minutes of a human dying at the merciless hands of the beast, begging, pleading, as we watched, as they watched, as at that moment, we saw him give up, surrender, let go. George Floyd was murdered, and he simply let go. He breathed, he did everything the system had asked him to do in order to be “safe” from harm. He pleaded, he let them know he can’t breathe. He was unarmed. He called out for his mother, that he would do anything they want if they just let him breathe. And they didn’t. But why are we surprised? Why is this new? Just because we can take our phones out and capture it all, does it mean we have just realized what is happening? What has been happening? Do we even know ?
“what really counts is the strength we feel every time we don’t bow our heads, every time we destroy the false idols of civilization, every time our eyes meet those of our comrades along illegal paths, every time that our hands set fire to the symbols of Power. In those moments we don’t ask ourselves: ‘Will we win? Will we lose?’ In those moments we just fight. Neither victory nor defeat is important, but only the beautiful shining of our eyes in combat.”
In the name of freedom of speech, in the name of this big lie of manipulation of words, we the illusory futurists, progress lovers, and defenders of our rights and freedoms, we shush you.
The next words you will see right now are : suicide, homicide, menticide, genocide. We can positively say, the first word you saw was suicide, the one you are seeing is suicide, and the one mostly stuck in your head is suicide. It is the one that has already made up your mind about this. We told you this, right here, is a waste of your time. And that you have followed along means you think you are a worthless piece of shit, a good for nothing, person. You want to end it all.
This is us lovers of liberty, brotherhood and prosperity. This is us the last of the good ones, lovers of the machine, and strong believers of its commitment to our wellbeing. No place for doubts, no time for fear, or second guessing. Give us our things, our things, our things, and pills and pills and pills, and we shall rise from the ashes, bigger, better, stronger, more beautiful, more powerful, and calm. Hushed lips, dead looks, zombies dancing in the blinding light.
Women, it is in our name, they have gone to wars, killed and been killed. In our names many have tortured, been tortured and died. Our names have been uttered to usher up new days, new laws, new world, new days. We have killed in the name of love, conquered and have been conquered. We have been jailed in the name of freedom, democracy, prostitution, and crimes of the heart, as they call it.
Are you there? Do you “feel” the strain of “freedom”, the hold of it, around your neck? Its shackles around you feet? You “Wild” thing. Are you there? Where is that “there”? What is it you are “afraid” of? To “lose” IT all? What is that? Your house? Your family? And your pets? The nice little picket fenced “life” you have got “going on” for you?
Open any page, and let it inspire you, your Becoming-wild. Langer invites us to dance the moment away on our way to “Becoming-Animal”.
As he walks us from the unnatural to natural, from symbolic to Real, Langer embarks on this voyage allowing us to explore beyond the “cognitive framework” and limitations of language and get as far away from the mediation of the civilization, and to experience something "directly".
Bringing a child into the camp of civilization, and then helping with its brainwashing, turning it into another fucking slave, teaching it to be "compassionate", "loving", "in-fuckin'-dependent", showing it how to immerse in self-sabotage, doesn't make a hero out of us!
We are a population of strangers living in what we call society. An appalling state of being at the hands of our captors, our masters, and at the systematic brain washing of our institutions, church, family, government and education, etc. We are taught to “turn the other cheeck”, love our neighbor and not fuck anyone... Continue Reading →
Let’s call it like it is, and cut the crap! We all judge, have judged and will continue to judge ourselves, others and each other. We have been conditioned to “fake-accept”, “fake-tolerate” and think, are under this fucking illusion, that we have got it all figured out. We simply brush off a condescending comment by... Continue Reading →
We refuse to see the shit pile of civilization dump in front of our eyes, and instead choose to imagine our wings of freedom, hovered mid-air, buffeted by the unbearable, inescapable storm of what we call progress, while hope of a better future lingers around!
We are passing through a flow of emotions, sounds, spaces, avoidance, substances, gazes, and rooted, in every shape and form, to things, and last names, people, ancestors, places, memories, entanglements, aka, marriages, lovers, fighters, keepers, seekers, and comings and goings, events, with which we “define” ourselves.
The illusional future which never comes, and we are lead to believe we are to blame for not “deserving” the “best” for the “future”. That we “can do it”, with the “right attitude”, a little more “therapy “ , self “help”.
That’s why we read this blog:
“To say what is is in this life system, is an imposition of Power. To rest in awareness with the divergence and convergences of thought and thought systems, is to see there is only one and it is a river, an ocean. An ocean of disconnection – the thinker and the thought.”
For some years now I have been resting in awareness of what has happened, is happening, and will. At the same time seeing that past, present, and future are narratives and they are part of the lie. To rest in awareness in meditation, is to let the the thoughts and narratives come and go since no story is itself accurate. For example, to say I am a slave is a narrative based on the idea of being owned by a system for which there is no escape, to seek to escape it called mental illness. Now this already is a complex narrative that holds up well based on our conceptualization of the reality, but it is no way accepted because slavery was abolished in the US in 1865, sure it was. What makes it complex is semantics and definitions and more so Power. To say what is is in this…
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No words! Just read the amazing post!
“We trained to fear each other, the layers of overseers; parents, teachers, police, neighbors, culture, ideologies, fear them and those above us. We are taught to submit, respect those with Power, but it is Power over us we are taught to fear, the consequences of non-compliance with those rule and roles given us. Selves are imprinted reflecting the fragmentation of life of separation from the present, the immediate. The self of the employee, the slave, the underling. Connection reduced to use. What good are you if you have no use? What kind of person are you if you have useless? Can we think of anything more humiliating then being judged solely on of one can be used?”
Feral Faun wrote in his book Feral Revolution:
The dependency of social individuals is not the same as the biological dependency of infants. Biological dependency ends once the child achieves adequate mobility and hand-and-eye coordination (in about five years). But in those five years, the social relationships of the family repress children’s desires, instill fear of the world into them and so submerge the potential for full, free, creative individuality beneath the layers of armoring which are the social individual, beneath the psychic dependency which makes us cling desperately to each other while we despise each other. All social relationships have their basis in the incompleteness produced by the repression of our passions and desires. Their basis is our need for each other, not our desire for each other. We are using each other. So every social relationship is an employer/employee relationship, which is why they seem always…
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And this post from two years resonates with the ongoings of these days, and we the enslaved, the blind, the believers, still murdered in the name of sublimation, domination, dying… rising and for a moment, however futile, resisting….
“ They create stories for us to follow so the death squads are free to make death normal, just. We are a wash in words, their words that imprint and damage all ability to connect without words, without the hollow, that is not healthy sublimation. That is never allowed genuinely, only in the subscribed ways, the moral ways, the passive ways, the official sublimations. Everyday life in the concentration camp breaks down into words, feelings of words.”
One of the greatest most powerful things society can do is imprint us with their ideologies so thoroughly that there is nothing left but their endless words, words, words. All these hollow words, CONcepts, beLIEfs, SELves, all the arbitrary categories, the menus of who on can pretend to be when there is only slavery. Surely there is comfortable slavery and very uncomfortable slavery, some are not good slaves and they will be abused with impunity, but that is because they are resisting. Power loves that! They need things to murder in the name of…sublimation? They create stories for us to follow so the death squads are free to make death normal, just. We are a wash in words, their words that imprint and damage all ability to connect without words, without the hollow, that is not healthy sublimation. That is never allowed genuinely, only in the subscribed ways…
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This piece resonates with the ongoings of these days: us the enslaved in our invisible cages, still, fighting for change, our rights and privilages and freedoms. reblogged post from 3 years ago.
“The blindness is that layering of profound trauma inflicted at birth, the devastation of disconnection from Being, from connection to all into consciousness. Disconnection is drilled into us as normal. It is normal to live this way, to be sedentary, isolated, to live only in thought, symbols, and ideologies, to conform to those ideologies, to have jobs, to be among the herd, to live in boxes called homes, to use mobile boxes called cars, to use the Earth as an object, to use life as an object, to possess everything possible and relate to only ideology – ego centrism, to murder millions of humans for ideology, to murder billions of animals for consumptive ideologies, to domesticate both as items for our amusement and use, to dominate everything and be-lie-ve without question – it is all as it is supposed to be, normal, commonplace, ordinary, standard – modernity.”
Rarely do I hear those who are awake or aware of the present world – the brutal daily ecocide of Industrial Civilization – talk about the total fact that we are slaves. Of course to suggest most humans and the living world are enslaved to the insane masses mesmerized by the technology of ideology, the absolute domestication and alienation of this life system, is to illicit a wave of hostile denials or uncomfortable laughs. They be-lie-ve the indoctrination, which is vast, layered, deeply traumatic, and normalized, which creates the blindness.The blindness is that layering ofprofound trauma inflicted at birth, the devastation of disconnection from Being, from connection to all into consciousness. Disconnection is drilled into us as normal. It is normal to live this way, to be sedentary, isolated, to live only in thought, symbols, and ideologies, to conform to thoseideologies, to have jobs, tobe among the herd, to…
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