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imagining perfection

imagining perfection

Science fiction is the tool used by those who wish to reinvent our history or imagine the future. Once upon a time, the historical philosopher might say. What if, the futurists ask.

What if our future was not so apocalyptic as some like to imagine.  Perhaps in all those possible timelines, in all those possible futures, there is a bright hope that does not involve zombies or the collapse of civilization or the ultimate apocalypse of species extinction.

The Nox was the concept of the writers of Stargate SG-1. They needed a perfect race. Someone who had figured out how to live in harmony with all things but who still had a sophisticated technological society. They needed a race that had figured out how to cheat death with the power of their will and their minds.

A lovely idea. But, one wonders, how did they get that way? Surely they were like humans of the present day.  What steps, what choices did they make that took them down the path to ascendance and a higher sentience?

Ascendance would only be a natural consequence of being a warlike and bloody minded people for it would take knowing the extremes of Darkness in order to appreciate the Light. Evolution is a pendulum swing that requires great forces to create great changes, after all.

Here is an amazingly transforming game. Imagine becoming the Nox. Then act as if this evolution had already happened. Now look around at the world and see it with your Nox eyes.

Something curious happens.

Hidden, amid all the seemingly random bits of chaos that is our modern life, there are seeds and nuggets of the beginning transformation into a species that fully intends to not only survive but thrive in harmony with each other and the planet we live on. You will not find it on the evening news or in the frenetic attention whoring of the news aggregating sites nor on the social networking sites.

Right now, there is a quiet revolution taking place as people stop waiting for things to change and begin making things change. Humans are at there best when they are solving problems and inventing solutions. What they are inventing is the future and it is the future that will put us on the path to becomging the Nox.

What does this future look like? It looks like urban villages. It looks like community gardens. It looks like non-profit health care co-ops. It looks like Critical Mass. It looks like the gradual abolishing of the Drug Wars. It looks like awareness and education and social consciousness through the transparent lens of the internet. It looks like networking circles and barter groups. It looks like the movement to live simple and simply live. It looks like shinning the spot light of public awareness into every little nook and cranny of our lives and stirring up the Shadows that still lurk in the cracks and crevices.

Once long ago it is said that the goddess Durga, in order to defeat the demon Raktabija, drank its blood to keep it from regenerating. It worked but Durga went mad as a result and turned into the goddess of destruction, Kali. It is only when her husband and lover, Shiva, stepped in front of her blade that her rage was quenched and she returned to being her true self.

This, if you think about it, is a very good analogy for the evolution of the human species. There was a time when it was needful and right for us to be Kali but one cannot stay Kali forever. There is no love or intimacy in Kali’s heart. The only cure for Kali’s loneliness is to put down the sword and remember that she is the Divine Mother.

Perhaps the Nox came to that same conclusion. Perhaps it is time to leave off carving a place for ourselves in the Universe and begin nurturing that which we have created. Let us hope we are on the right path.


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forgotten stones

forgotten stones


They say there would be no gods if man did not worship them. Where have the deities of the Egyptians and the Greeks and the Romans gone? They are ghosts, forgotten and grown silent in our neglect. This is the nature of sentience in a consensus reality. A thing only has power when we grant it that power by believing in it. The more believers a thing has, the more powerful and autonomous its sentience.

Man has invented, embraced and then discarded more organizing systems in the last ten thousand years than can be counted.

This is the nature of humanity, that he never stagnates. What we believe today is not what we believed yesterday and it will certainly not be what we will think tomorrow.

Some say that if you are unhappy with the current socio-ecomonic-political climate then you should be patient because it is bound to change.

I say your unhappiness is a sign that you have already moved on.

Look around. You are not alone in your unhappiness. No one ever is. We are a social animal with a shared Hive Mind. Someone, somewhere, out of sheer necessity, has invented The Next Thing. One by one, we will discover our new path and change direction. We call this phenomenon the Wave of the Future. It is a tsunami that will wash over all of us, eventually. Change is inevitable.

The temper tantrums of the fading systems become more violent, more bizarre, more laughably, ludicrously insane as their believers stop believing in them. Can you blame them? Even mindless, soulless sentient systems recognize the act of dying. They are living things with no higher self so dying is a terrible and terrifying process. The irony is that their death struggles only drive their believers away faster, thereby speeding their demise.

You know the end is near when the systems begin to rot from the inside out. People like Bradly Manning and Edward Snowden are symptoms of a particular kind of cancer that afflicts organizations that have long since ceased to serve a purpose. How bad can it be when the very people who depend upon a system for their livelihood would much rather take a suicidal leap into the unknown abyss than continue to align themselves with energies so out of sync with reality that they seem to create a vacuum filled dissonance around themselves as a protective barrier.

Soon the Hive Mind will shake itself free of the constraints of the old systems and move on. It has happened thousands of times before and it will happen a thousand more before man is done and gone. Like a snake shedding its old skin, we will scratch the itch until the vacuum between the new us and the old us is broken open and the old us falls away.

Now is not the time to be sleepwalking through life.  The last thing you want is to be caught on the wrong side, clinging to detritus while the rest of the world moves on with Life.

the ruins of history

the ruins of history

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Spirit Mother

Spirit Mother

Every woman knows one.  You get them in a group and get them drunk enough and women will regale you with the horror stories. Stories of past lovers, the ones without skill, the ones that were dismal failures, the ones that make you hate men for their utter uselessness. The worst lovers are the ones who make you hate yourself for being a woman. Those lovers.

Here is a riddle. What do the financial meltdown, coal mining, fracking, Chinese herbal medicine and rape have in common?

There is a story making the rounds on the internet about the mother bear, held in a small cage, tortured endlessly by humans who harvested the bile from her living body, who went mad as she listened to the cries of her cub being surgically prepared for the same procedure. She broke free, killed her cub and then bashed her brains out on the bars of her cage.

True or not, this horrific story is a cautionary tale. It tells us many things about mankind. Like how far humans have sunk. Like how much of their traditions have been lost in time. Like how tradition, meant to keep you safe, can kill the unwary.

There was a time, long, long ago, when man lived intimately upon the land, in a deep abiding relationship with all other living things. This is not an allegory. It is literal truth. Man and Earth were lovers. It was a mutual affair. The Earth was Mother/ Lover/ Wife/ Daughter to mankind’s role as Father/ Lover/Husband/ Son. All living things were mankind’s Brother/Sister.

As Mother, the Earth provided what was necessary. What one needed to survive was there for the picking.

As Lover, she played the Seductress, enticing mankind beyond the limits of himself with choice morsels and sparklies, playing upon our sensual nature.

As Wife, she pointed the way towards the future and the evolution of the species, exploiting our natural curiosity, making us explorers of both the physical and the metaphysical.

Man loved his Mother, lived in harmony with his Brothers, and thrived. Oh, do not mistake me. It was no Bambi movie. Bears and wolves and puma’s ate you if you acted like food but that was only fair, since they were high order predators just like man. It was an even playing field. Mankind took a few Brothers in return, using their bodies to the last scrap. The skins warmed their bodies. The meat fed their children, that they might grow healthy, in mind as well as body. But there was better meat in deer and rabbit and grouse. Brother Bear and Brother Wolf were rarely killed and when He was, it was done with great ritual. One did not murder your kin without deep consideration and much preparation and one valued the gift from the Mother that the Brother’s bodies contained.

Once, long, long ago, the essence of the Power of Brother Bear actually could be consumed. It is the basis of all traditional folk remedies. This is how it worked: Mother loved Bear and Wolf and Man equally. Her love was like the veins of gold found deep under the mountain; ethereal, effervescent and everywhere.

For those who went in search of it, Mother’s love was returned in kind and this granted her Lovers (both man and animal) an unprecedented level of intelligence and power if they lived long enough. You see, animals were not always the dumb beasts you see now. (One of the rules of the Oneverse is that there is a quasi sentience in any large organized group and when animals were the dominant creatures upon the planet, they contained within them a Hive Mind of great power). In those days, if you ate any body with a reverence not unlike communion, the power of the Mother’s love for that creature became yours. (and yes, the Roman Catholics stole this as well as everything else for their religious practices.)

Ten thousand years or more have passed since that time. Now, Man is like a slime mold overrunning its petri dish. Instead of hunting an occasional male of any species, we now take anything, male, female or cub, that falls within our sights. For the sake of a bit of powdered animal essence, extinction threatens everything from turtles, to rhinos, to crocodiles, tiger, and bears.

Sadly, we have forgotten why we consume them. And even if we suddenly remembered and learned to revive the old traditions and the old prayers, it would not work anymore because Mother has moved on. Man has spoiled the game for her.

The Wife, your Bitch Mother, has changed the rules of the game. Her logic runs something like this: You have lost the right to call any animal Brother. She has shifted the Spirit of Bear and Wolf and Puma across the veil. What lingers here, on this side of the veil is a ghost of the former levels of power. She has become a subtler Lover, our Mother. “What?” She says, “Are you children that you need to consume my essence? Gone is that time. The time of knives and blood. It is over. Reach out with your mind. Touch me with a thought and a prayer. It will be enough. Are you not my Lover/Husband? Are you not made in my image? Subtle is the hand of All-God. The only pain and death to be found on this playground will be your own, so do not seek my Love lightly.”

Conscious or unconscious. Believer or apostate. It does not matter. You cannot hide, not even in the highest tower in the center of the largest city. The Mother/Lover is in your mind. She slips her chaos into your thoughts when you are not wary. She owns your dreams.

I will tell you this for free. What bodily fluids taken from that mother bear and her cub will not be medicine but poison. What they seek cannot be taken without permission. You can rip open the bodies of a million bears. You can force your drill bits into the heart of the planet. You can frack until the cows come home. You can shave off the tops of mountains and tumble them into the streams. You can aquire all the money on the planet. You can rape a hundred virgins. You can jerk off to endless porn. It will do you no good. You will never find what you seek and your harvest will be a bitter poison that will block your throat and leave you maddened by the hunger that you cannot assuage.

Rapists, no matter what their crime, are the saddest of creatures ever to walk creation. Their need drives them on and yet they cannot remember the most basic rules of existence. Lovers ask. Lovers come to the holy altar of power with bowed heads and bended knee. Lovers adore their partners, holding them precious. Lovers are an empty vessel waiting to be filled and they wait in exquisite anticipation for the bounty of the Oneverse to flow into their souls.

Lovers say please and thank you because they understand the promise.

The promise is this. Love, the water in the well at the heart of the Oneverse that is deep and cool and pure is infinite. You cannot take too much for the supply is limited only by the amount of love you return in kind.

This is another universal rule that applies to all things. You get what you give.

Mother Lover

Mother Lover

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Being part of the Middle Class is not, as The Soulless Overlord of Money would have you believe, about how much money you make. Do not believe His lies. To compete on his field of play is to be frustrated and tortured for His amusement. Trust me. There are no winners there because the game is rigged.

What is Middle Class?

You are part of the Middle Class if you are a respected member of a community where a single person, going to work (work being defined as a daily effort that promotes the health and well being of the community of humanity, that effort not being so overly long or overly burdensome as to subtract from your true purpose of building hearth and home and family) can acquire enough of the communal abundance to own a home in the community in which you live and work. With this home comes the power to mate and have children, thereby raising up your children to inherit your place in the community and carry your values into the future. (Values being defined as a code of ethics and morality that ensures that humanity not only continues but continues better. Better, as in more enlightened, more knowledgeable, less burdened by the act of etching out a place to stand midst the inherent chaos of the Oneverse.)

But the definition is not about being a solitary individual in a faceless mass of people. You are part of the Middle Class if everyone you know, all your neighbors and friends, have the same prospects as you. They must have the same ease and ability to Build a Life as everyone around you. Your children and the children of every one in your neighborhood are safe and well fed and nurtured, with equal prospects of a bright future life not unlike your own.

This definition holds at its core the value of family. Not only are you and your children safe within the arms of Community, but so to are your elders: the parents and grandparents. They live in comfort, still owning the house in which they raised their own children, still contributing to the well being of the community but in a less strenuous role as teachers and mentors. It is the wisdom of the Elders that teach the young how to survive and it is the Council of Elders who mediate strife and resolve conflicts.

Ah. But the definition does not end there. To be Middle Class is to have enough abundance that you can afford to share it if you want so that when a member of the community falls upon hard times or when Chaos finally comes to claim its tribute, bringing death and destruction to nibble at the edges of the well organized Whole then the community can gather in those wounded by fate and help them until they can stand on their feet again.

By this definition, even the most primitive agrarian communities can boast of having a middle class.

Without this network of other humans of equal prospects, you are not Middle Class. You are just an asshole with money and the Soulless Overlord takes delight in your confusion.

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