Posts Tagged ‘Life’

Two Images of the Soul

August 13, 2012

Threads of root light reaching down through the layers to find us in our hearts.

Surrounding, permeating, creating, womb like and embodied.

Both of these images I see. Neither of these images is the breath, animate, conscious, spiritual spark of life force that moves within us and between all things and belongs ultimately to know one. The soul is perpetual, written and writing by the scroll work of our lives, outside of time. Spirit moves, grows, changes. They are of a part, partaking in each other, but this is the limit of my sight. There is a mystery in their unity and separation that I have not penetrated in waking life.

Our Civilization: The Usure

July 31, 2012

I’ve invested a great deal of thought into how to describe and talk about our civilization. One of the hardest aspects of that job is defining the limits of that civilization to my satisfaction. It’s easy enough to do if you accept the exoterric perspective, but for me the universe is a bit larger and more complicated.

Our civilization is not defined by humanity because there are humans that are not part of it, uncontacted amazonian tribes, or perhaps humans from other worlds or states of being.

Our civilization is not defined by nationality because that image has become an even more hollow tool of rhetoric than it was during the twentieth century. Americans and Chinese and Iranians and Brazilians all live by the same up and down turns of globalized world currency and commodity markets, operated and managed by different factions of the same class of persons with aligned interests.

Our civilization is not defined by religions or cultures because those terms have long since lost the power to define a way of life or subsistence, though it is the basis of more localized identity, prejudices and atrocities.

Our civilization is defined by two criteria, one minor and one major. The minor criteria is our technology and method of science which has provided us collective dominion over some grosser and simplistic aspects of physical reality. The major criteria is the system of banking and finance that has subtly enveloped, encysted and metastasized throughout our consciousnesses and our material sphere.

The terms by which a human life is now measured are the terms of a bank loan. Finance and banking are the systems of magical symbology by which order is maintained and right discerned from wrong.

I do not speak of greed, or acquisitiveness. Those qualities in one form or another have lived in every age. I am talking about he domination of the human consciousness by the unquestioned symbols of finance. I am talking about the debasement of quality, value and worth themselves. When all things are measured in terms of money then all things become equivalent, fungible, interchangeable and completely without unique qualities.

Money destroys everything because it renders everything equivalent.

We the people of this civilization are the Usure. Our lives are measured in terms of debt. We live by debt, we die by debt. Debt is our food and our shelter. Debt is our work and our lively hood. I say this because we have come to act, think and breath by usury. Usury of the Earth and usury of humanity. This is what has defined us. The system of monies that we have created and spread.

The Usure live in the Company Town. The Company Town is institutions and infrastructure, but it is also an idea. The Company Town is everywhere that we buy food and sell our lives for currencies that can be traded and exchanged in massive volumes on international, nearly invisible markets. Currencies that are given worth by our participation, our blood and our lifeforce, but that we cannot control. The Company Town is where everything you can do that the system recognizes as real feeds your life back into that system. It doesn’t matter if you are a doctor or an aid worker. What you do feeds back into the system that turns currencies into weapons.

These weapons are not swords or guns or bombs, though they are counted among the ranks. The weapons of which I speak are ubiquitous and pervasive. They invade every crevice, or space where they may live. They displace the spirit. They are mind weapons. They are weapons to attack the soul, to leave it injured and hidden. When a living being accepts that its self can be measured by quantity, by number and currency, then it has separated itself from the power of life. That being has accepted a little death into its heart and it will know death.

How to Make a World

June 16, 2012

This is pretty much how it works.

You figure out how the world works, usually with some exploration involved, then you breathe life into it. Usually your life.

The Rule of Monsters

September 15, 2011

Check out Jamais Casio’s Teratocracy Rises.

I try to follow the currents that flow under the skin of the world. That’s what part of my triptych series is about. Trying to crystallize hidden currents that I feel flowing together. One of those currents that has been resurgent over the past decade is of control over human life.

Casio is talking about what he calls a weak signal, or a “distant early warning” stirring at the edge of awareness that something is wrong.

“I’ve been following indications for awhile that democracy as practiced in the post-industrial world is increasingly under threat; in February of this year, I wrote a piece (“Fear of Teratocracy”) that explored the increasing attacks not just on the policies of leaders, but the on very legitimacy of leaders. In this world, it’s not enough to say that your opponent is wrong, you have to say that your opponent simply has no right to lead. As democracy depends on the losers stepping aside gracefully as much as the winners ruling fairly, I tried to be clear in saying that attacks on the legitimacy of opponents were implicit attacks on democracy itself.

Apparently, I just needed to be patient; what was implicit has become explicit.

Over the last week, I have encountered three separate (and seemingly unrelated) attacks on democracy, written by residents of the US and Europe from highly-visible spots in the political-economic media system.”

This is the kind of thing I don’t want to believe is real because it fits my preconceptions too well. I feel this down in my bones. I feel the energy of the world changing. Democracy isn’t inviolate anymore because it doesn’t fit into the struggle we are going through between authority and life itself.

Time is Alive

June 3, 2011

There are certain things that I know beyond what is rationally considered.

One of those things is that time is a living form. It breaths and feels as we do, though in a way that we have forgoten how to see. What’s more is that as all life is connected to all life, time is united with life, with living things. we’re soaked in it and we each carry it within us. Even the smallest cell is a well of time, though it flows between us all.

When I speak of time it should be clear that I am not speaking of the outward forms by which humanity cuts and measures it by the movement of planets or the pulse of atoms. I am talking about a breathing, continuous flow that grows, recedes, shifts and lives. It’s responsive and intelligent and quite aware of us. It is also in pain, but we are going to do something about that.


February 18, 2011

Rhythm is the structure of life.