Monday, March 18, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Fear and Loathing, a Call to Arms Manifesto
It's taken quite a while for the pin to drop regarding the strangeness of discovering that the local experts in town on Mayan culture and calendar technologies are both white people from other countries.
If I reflect on my initial feelings (and, I begrudgingly admit, my expectations) in that first starry-eyed blog post, I was a character from Enid Blytons Faraway Tree, descending into an Old World pandora of wisdoms, magical prophecies and toffee shocks. With a tinge of despondency I report that the same heavy-handed tactics deployed by all historical conquering bodies have beaten evangelism into this Indigenous population. Hark back to the Spanish conquistadors smashing sandcastles with their pointy boots from 1524 to 1697, and one might summarise the two hundred years of culling and indoctrination with some polite dialogue...something a little like this:
In replacement of a rich culture of exquisitely designed calendar systems which take into account many-thousands of years of circling skies, please accept this White God who will save you from your guilt and sin. Oh, White God isnt your flavour? Im afraid He is. Swallow again. Your ways are primitive, your pyramids are primitive, your very consciousness is primitive. Swallow, swine. Here are some coffee crops and some sugarcane crops for you to break your soft, subtle dreams upon. Dance little puppets, dance.
Battlefield amputations are never as poetic. After warding off conquistador bullet wounds for nearly two hundred years the Mayan populations of Guatemala were segregated into nucleated settlements. At the centre of each featured a nice clean fenced-off plaza, a big Church and a town hall hosting civil government comings and goings (run and controlled by the conquistadors). And thus we still find perpetuated today the same class system that the Western World vehemently denies exists everywhere but it does. You know the one. Its pretty ugly. Indigenous peoples on the bottom, Mixed Races in the middle, European Invaders on top in missionary style. I am oversimplifying things to remain succinct, but it never ceases to amaze me how sticky and intertwined politics and religion are, like a couple of slugs fucking, cocked and loaded in the same smoking barrel of populace control. Excuse me while I just put some death metal on to deal with this without punching my reflection.
Guatemala is still being manhandled by the way. A civil war went down from 1960 - 1996 and over 200,000 civilians dropped out of this dimension. 50,000 people went missing. Are we suprised to find out that
the CIA backed the Guatemalan militarys Coup D etat whose objective was to overthrow the democratically elected president at the time, Jacobo Armenz Guzman. Without going into gory details, suffice to say its another case of America arming a nation and then watching the genocide go down.
Barack Obama recently made a public apology for the U.S conducting a study on Guatemalans in the 1940s whereby hundreds of Indigenous peoples were deliberately infected with the venereal disease Syphilis. This is not just an inconvenient embarrassment like herpes, but rather a highly contagious and congenitally transferable infection that exacts a morbid death rate in developing countries. Countries like Guatemala. Nothing smacks of insidious genocide more than these sorts of experiments where one simply has to wonder at the reasons it was conducted or allowed to be conducted. Interesting also that the study failed to provide useful information and was abandoned after all those people were infected. Even more interesting that a similar study was taken up again by the same researchers in Alabama. On 600 Black men. This looks like the same story that one finds with the advent of the AIDS virus, which magically sprung up in the gay male community in New York not long after gay men in New York were being innoculated with experimental batches of Hep B vaccines. In a similar strain, the AIDS epidemic in Africa broke out suspiciously after bulk vaccinations by the World Health Organisation. It looks like too much of a coincidence.
Forcefully throw in some evangelism too so no one uses condoms and you got yourself serious biological warfare which appears to the world under the guise of a helping hand. And so it is permitted to perpetuate like all pink elephants in stuffy living rooms. Excuse me again while I put on some more death metal. No. Its not enough. Better make it grindcore.
What pisses me off the most is that in subsequent apologies (which atone for nothing) these atrocities are called accidents and experiments, to make it look like the acts of a naive child diving head first into the paddling pool. When observing which population sectors time and again pay the blood price for these accidents, I think its pretty clear that this is conscious and it is happening still. How quaint, that the Indigenous populations of the world who are (were) living in harmony with Earth on the biggest deposits of gold, diamonds and other valuable resources are constantly getting killed by strange diseases and strange wars.
The reason I got so worked up about this again just now is because of the recent election result from Western Australia, which is another step closer to permitting humans to mine this beautiful planet to its very bowels. Not to mention giving the governing bodies official permission to completely displace the beautiful Indigenous population whom we might learn so much from. All in the name of stabilising the economy of course. Because money is so tasty. The alarming warning signs that nature is providing us with throughout the world might be given more attention in the media if the agendas of governing bodies included the genuine welfare of this Earth and its inhabitants. Because as carbon based lifeforms we cant actually eat money.
If I was an Indigenous person anywhere in the world, and I had ancestral secrets in my blood, I probably wouldnt fucking share them with white people either. If I was suffering from post-traumatic-stress-disorder as a result of having in my blood the memories of genocide and all the byproducts, I might be inclined to pretend I required a White God for my black sins. Because the way I was living before, in harmony with the planet and all that shit...clearly doing it wrong.
What?
I want to add here that there is nothing wrong with believing in god or quantum physics or whatever you want to call the magnificence that connects everything in a master tapestry which weaves forever in all directions of time and space. As with all tapestries however, the most spectacular are those encompassing all the colours and textures and flavours of the universe. Not just a homogenous scene replete with crosses and white, white robes which suffocate, infiltrate and penetrate all other ways of living by their evangelical nature.
A group of us in San Pedro enacted Dr. Steven Greers CE-5 protocol one starry night this week, with the intention of making conscious contact with any extra-terrestrial beings who deemed contact to be a mutually favourable way to spend the evening. Sprawled out on a patch of grass near the lake amongst all the fireflies, we saw eight UFOs, a flash that lit up the whole clear sky, and other curious phenomena which the five of us were grateful for and which has made us keen to do this meditation on a regular basis to establish some kind of group working relation with benevolent ETs. Aside from obvious driving motivations like curiosity, despondency with the way the world populace is currently being manipulated and the excuse to lay beneath the stars for a few hours, I am highly motivated towards learning and sharing new threads of consciousness which will help change the game on Planet Earth. Its all I think about. While physical actions to this effect are still largely suppressed (for example, free energy technologies have been available to humans since the 1920s but oil-based industries are just too profitable), its essential for us to pursue those things we are truly passionate about rather than what we are tricked by the media to be passionate about (money, sex, new purchases to make us feel special). In this way lots of alternative threads upon the master tapestry can be re-introduced and then maybe the planet wont give up on us and stop breathing.
Is anyone truly passionate about mining? I suspect that kids are rarely born wanting to work underground or clean out dongas for twelve hours a day. The huge pay packets offered in these industries to help people justify why theyre doing it in the first place says Im right. Kids under the age of five wanna be astronauts and roving minstrels and circus performers and animal helpers. Adults who are kids at heart want pretty much the same things. Kids may be curly dimpled lunatics and small of stature, but kids are always honest and well-intentioned and kids in my experience are almost never wrong. This mostly applies to kids under the age of five mind you, because the societal indoctrination hits pretty early these days.
Excuse me for rambling. A side-effect of my passion appears to be linguistic incoherency. Ive always been able to comprehend things more clearly in images, and it seems to be the main faculty with which I receive and share information in the universe. Just lastnight I had a glorious dream where I was in a museum eating all the displays because they falsely depicted the truth. Peacock feathers and rainbow colours streaked the otherwise shadowy hall. Let all the colours of the rainbow exist on this dimension, let all the threads of the tapestry weave with free will and with personal truth. Is it anyones personal truth to actually love a quality of life which condemns developing nations to squalid conditions, condemns animals and plants to extinction, condemns the planet to the identity of slam-pig? Does the dystopian reality painted by Cormac McCarthy in The Road need to transpire for humans to understand? Of course not! If we all start living our personal truth now we change the game.
What are you passionate about? Are you living it or is it just a dream that will fade into the horizon like a frayed thread? Post and share, beautiful friends. This is an urgent call to arms for all Space Weasels and sundry to activate any latent threads of personal genius. Which every single one of us contains. Which is why we are here in the first place, contrary to the obviously popular belief that we are here to perpetuate an economy which benefits only one percent of the population.
With love and respect for all beings, including Colin Barnett.
p.s. Excuse the lack of grammar dot things which I forget the name of because who gives a shit what theyre called anyway. I dont know how to use spanish keyboards.
If I reflect on my initial feelings (and, I begrudgingly admit, my expectations) in that first starry-eyed blog post, I was a character from Enid Blytons Faraway Tree, descending into an Old World pandora of wisdoms, magical prophecies and toffee shocks. With a tinge of despondency I report that the same heavy-handed tactics deployed by all historical conquering bodies have beaten evangelism into this Indigenous population. Hark back to the Spanish conquistadors smashing sandcastles with their pointy boots from 1524 to 1697, and one might summarise the two hundred years of culling and indoctrination with some polite dialogue...something a little like this:
In replacement of a rich culture of exquisitely designed calendar systems which take into account many-thousands of years of circling skies, please accept this White God who will save you from your guilt and sin. Oh, White God isnt your flavour? Im afraid He is. Swallow again. Your ways are primitive, your pyramids are primitive, your very consciousness is primitive. Swallow, swine. Here are some coffee crops and some sugarcane crops for you to break your soft, subtle dreams upon. Dance little puppets, dance.
Battlefield amputations are never as poetic. After warding off conquistador bullet wounds for nearly two hundred years the Mayan populations of Guatemala were segregated into nucleated settlements. At the centre of each featured a nice clean fenced-off plaza, a big Church and a town hall hosting civil government comings and goings (run and controlled by the conquistadors). And thus we still find perpetuated today the same class system that the Western World vehemently denies exists everywhere but it does. You know the one. Its pretty ugly. Indigenous peoples on the bottom, Mixed Races in the middle, European Invaders on top in missionary style. I am oversimplifying things to remain succinct, but it never ceases to amaze me how sticky and intertwined politics and religion are, like a couple of slugs fucking, cocked and loaded in the same smoking barrel of populace control. Excuse me while I just put some death metal on to deal with this without punching my reflection.
Guatemala is still being manhandled by the way. A civil war went down from 1960 - 1996 and over 200,000 civilians dropped out of this dimension. 50,000 people went missing. Are we suprised to find out that
the CIA backed the Guatemalan militarys Coup D etat whose objective was to overthrow the democratically elected president at the time, Jacobo Armenz Guzman. Without going into gory details, suffice to say its another case of America arming a nation and then watching the genocide go down.
Barack Obama recently made a public apology for the U.S conducting a study on Guatemalans in the 1940s whereby hundreds of Indigenous peoples were deliberately infected with the venereal disease Syphilis. This is not just an inconvenient embarrassment like herpes, but rather a highly contagious and congenitally transferable infection that exacts a morbid death rate in developing countries. Countries like Guatemala. Nothing smacks of insidious genocide more than these sorts of experiments where one simply has to wonder at the reasons it was conducted or allowed to be conducted. Interesting also that the study failed to provide useful information and was abandoned after all those people were infected. Even more interesting that a similar study was taken up again by the same researchers in Alabama. On 600 Black men. This looks like the same story that one finds with the advent of the AIDS virus, which magically sprung up in the gay male community in New York not long after gay men in New York were being innoculated with experimental batches of Hep B vaccines. In a similar strain, the AIDS epidemic in Africa broke out suspiciously after bulk vaccinations by the World Health Organisation. It looks like too much of a coincidence.
Forcefully throw in some evangelism too so no one uses condoms and you got yourself serious biological warfare which appears to the world under the guise of a helping hand. And so it is permitted to perpetuate like all pink elephants in stuffy living rooms. Excuse me again while I put on some more death metal. No. Its not enough. Better make it grindcore.
What pisses me off the most is that in subsequent apologies (which atone for nothing) these atrocities are called accidents and experiments, to make it look like the acts of a naive child diving head first into the paddling pool. When observing which population sectors time and again pay the blood price for these accidents, I think its pretty clear that this is conscious and it is happening still. How quaint, that the Indigenous populations of the world who are (were) living in harmony with Earth on the biggest deposits of gold, diamonds and other valuable resources are constantly getting killed by strange diseases and strange wars.
The reason I got so worked up about this again just now is because of the recent election result from Western Australia, which is another step closer to permitting humans to mine this beautiful planet to its very bowels. Not to mention giving the governing bodies official permission to completely displace the beautiful Indigenous population whom we might learn so much from. All in the name of stabilising the economy of course. Because money is so tasty. The alarming warning signs that nature is providing us with throughout the world might be given more attention in the media if the agendas of governing bodies included the genuine welfare of this Earth and its inhabitants. Because as carbon based lifeforms we cant actually eat money.
If I was an Indigenous person anywhere in the world, and I had ancestral secrets in my blood, I probably wouldnt fucking share them with white people either. If I was suffering from post-traumatic-stress-disorder as a result of having in my blood the memories of genocide and all the byproducts, I might be inclined to pretend I required a White God for my black sins. Because the way I was living before, in harmony with the planet and all that shit...clearly doing it wrong.
What?
I want to add here that there is nothing wrong with believing in god or quantum physics or whatever you want to call the magnificence that connects everything in a master tapestry which weaves forever in all directions of time and space. As with all tapestries however, the most spectacular are those encompassing all the colours and textures and flavours of the universe. Not just a homogenous scene replete with crosses and white, white robes which suffocate, infiltrate and penetrate all other ways of living by their evangelical nature.
A group of us in San Pedro enacted Dr. Steven Greers CE-5 protocol one starry night this week, with the intention of making conscious contact with any extra-terrestrial beings who deemed contact to be a mutually favourable way to spend the evening. Sprawled out on a patch of grass near the lake amongst all the fireflies, we saw eight UFOs, a flash that lit up the whole clear sky, and other curious phenomena which the five of us were grateful for and which has made us keen to do this meditation on a regular basis to establish some kind of group working relation with benevolent ETs. Aside from obvious driving motivations like curiosity, despondency with the way the world populace is currently being manipulated and the excuse to lay beneath the stars for a few hours, I am highly motivated towards learning and sharing new threads of consciousness which will help change the game on Planet Earth. Its all I think about. While physical actions to this effect are still largely suppressed (for example, free energy technologies have been available to humans since the 1920s but oil-based industries are just too profitable), its essential for us to pursue those things we are truly passionate about rather than what we are tricked by the media to be passionate about (money, sex, new purchases to make us feel special). In this way lots of alternative threads upon the master tapestry can be re-introduced and then maybe the planet wont give up on us and stop breathing.
Is anyone truly passionate about mining? I suspect that kids are rarely born wanting to work underground or clean out dongas for twelve hours a day. The huge pay packets offered in these industries to help people justify why theyre doing it in the first place says Im right. Kids under the age of five wanna be astronauts and roving minstrels and circus performers and animal helpers. Adults who are kids at heart want pretty much the same things. Kids may be curly dimpled lunatics and small of stature, but kids are always honest and well-intentioned and kids in my experience are almost never wrong. This mostly applies to kids under the age of five mind you, because the societal indoctrination hits pretty early these days.
Excuse me for rambling. A side-effect of my passion appears to be linguistic incoherency. Ive always been able to comprehend things more clearly in images, and it seems to be the main faculty with which I receive and share information in the universe. Just lastnight I had a glorious dream where I was in a museum eating all the displays because they falsely depicted the truth. Peacock feathers and rainbow colours streaked the otherwise shadowy hall. Let all the colours of the rainbow exist on this dimension, let all the threads of the tapestry weave with free will and with personal truth. Is it anyones personal truth to actually love a quality of life which condemns developing nations to squalid conditions, condemns animals and plants to extinction, condemns the planet to the identity of slam-pig? Does the dystopian reality painted by Cormac McCarthy in The Road need to transpire for humans to understand? Of course not! If we all start living our personal truth now we change the game.
What are you passionate about? Are you living it or is it just a dream that will fade into the horizon like a frayed thread? Post and share, beautiful friends. This is an urgent call to arms for all Space Weasels and sundry to activate any latent threads of personal genius. Which every single one of us contains. Which is why we are here in the first place, contrary to the obviously popular belief that we are here to perpetuate an economy which benefits only one percent of the population.
With love and respect for all beings, including Colin Barnett.
p.s. Excuse the lack of grammar dot things which I forget the name of because who gives a shit what theyre called anyway. I dont know how to use spanish keyboards.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
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