I suppose there's nothing for it but to say summat', as to remain silent is akin to assent. And I do not assent to government dictating my mores, education as the arbiter of ethics, nor how 'hard' I work as the definition of my moral worth. The "Church of Jebus...of Flatulent..." can foist as many shame inducing ads as they like, but I ain't buying.
If we actually inhabit a place in which our individual status is arranged according to a mere redefinition of feudal tenets, in other word(s) 'capitalism', then we have come no psychological distance from the "dark ages" of a terrified Europe and an insular East. I don't buy this either, if only because the fruit is infested by wasps. Perhaps the fruit is poisonous only to those who choose to eat of it, perhaps only for those who over-indulge.
Y'see, a real life of loving community may be full of the contradictions inherent, yet also replete with the dynamic balance neccessary for creative potential. Whether this is a possible state within the current political context is moot; mine is not to bemoan and decry but to be - and cry.
Be-ing, isness, is not accountable. A person who is not accountable is the bane of capital, and must be dis-counted.
How on earth does this impact my daily flow, the energetic throughput that creates, ages, experiences in concert with you? It is easy to quantify, which is why those who deign to lead jump on numbers. Quality, what it's really all about, lands on the back sections of the NYT or Globe and Mail. It is magic to lead in the polls, it's pagan to actually lead.
What if I told you that I'm an overindulgent sad pagan? Would you have more sympathy for an apparenty moderate, neurologically adjusted, mild mannered manager? How about a Perpetually Pampered President on Paxil with Rumsfeldian reflux?
Our hearts are indeed burning, not with the fever of trans-human grokness that is our evolutionary heritage but with the anti-thesis - a burning desire for hegemony; damn the accountants.
Let me bring you down - the cry of the wild neo-con freezes all souls. None of us are alone in this, yet none of us are willing to acknowledge our lonely defence - and so the fascist default laughs; all the way to the bank.
The transcription of James Keys' Only Two Can Play This Game is coming (excuse me) apace, and I have now completed the Prescript. Watch the left table for the next chapter - no guarantees on my available time, but certainty of the cosmically correct nature of this effort will keep me motivated.
Some Thoughts on the National Socialization of Children, and a wake-up call for the sleeping minds of freedom-inspired parents. In the past 75-100 years two ideas came insidiously into American political life in the shadow arena of public policy-making. One, the notion that common people thinking for themselves constitute a crisis of governance; the other, that local control of education must be stamped out and transferred through a series of progressively remoter masking layers to a small centralized Úlite of decision makers.
Learning from a Japanese Educational Pioneer
In my mind there is only one reason to write/project/hope a weblog. One could be forgiven the most human desire for personal recognition - observed objectively the odds are that obscurity rather than noteriety are the norm. Another dismissable yet decent motivation is to provide current, alternate, views. This consume-mately valuable effort is valiantly fulfilled by globe-spanning correspondants of copyleft proclivity, and so easily assimilated into our common dreams, in these times, on the alternet.
Linking to these harbingers, and attributing how my attention was drawn there, is noble. I will continue to do so as long as my fingers and brain are linked - the impetus is now independant of the internet, of whether distributed power is available -;.
The real, valid reason for publishing on this incredible globally available medium is to add (wealth of understanding independant of wealth); this can be done in as simple a fashion as abuddhas memes, which merely gives a personal context to the eminently haphazard translation of my set, setting, and interest-of-the-mo', or as source-fully convicted and responsible as Alternet.
In these dire times I am as deeply distressed by introspective, narcissistic "blogs" as I am by the solitary driver in an SUV on the way to score (whatever) who pointedly ignores the hitch-hiker. Both move on without care for the wider consequenses of wasted energy and opportunties for interaction and understanding.
Over more than four years of following my search engine dharma and colleague-directed attentive imperatives I find myself at a crossroads. I can say with no rodomontade whatsoever that there is more wisdom contained within the linked articles of abuddhas archives and my occasional additions than would have been available to all humanity a mere century ago. This is at once incredibly humbling and amazing.
The intersection of Main and 1st, science and soul, me and thee, and communicating its location, implication and explication, is the domain of GSB. Writing under the pseudonym of James Keys, a treatise of immense importance has been virtually lost - a lack I intend to remedy.
In complete contravention of copyright laws, I'm sure, and GSB's sensibilities so I am led to understand, I am going to serialize Only Two Can Play This Game, as its psychohistorical value is inestimable and its pertinance for mher beyond ken.
Without further adieux or ado here is the Prescript, and the preface:
Questions dog me today (yes, Aurora, walkies soon!). The first to irritate my craw is why, given the advanced state of EMP weapons development, the UKUSA forces did not spare countless lives and employ them? The only answer I can come up with is that mass casualties are in some twisted way expedient to the occupying forces. There is nothing secret about these non-lethal weapons - I could create my own in an afternoon from readily available components a la Radio Shack.
Another fatal mistake is that the bevy of other non-lethal technologies ubiquitously available to (and abused by) our domestic law enforcement personnel have not been supplied to the military forces occupying Iraq. Why not?
Intelligence, wit, courage and vision: Terence McKenna Interview by OMNI Magazine, May 1993
The Great Awakening, cum The Washington Post (detect irony here), finally broaches the Provigil "problem". I can personally attest, with my doctor's considered assent, to the following - Lay down for a two-hour nap. As researchers say, this stuff doesn't prevent you from sleeping, it just controls the desire to. Arose alert. Went back to productive work. Naps are good, as the sleep researchers ceaselessly point out.
This Imaxian vision we demand of the politically erected makes demands that are in many ways diametrically opposed to the demands of the daily diadribble, and dubious deservings of sensationalist stories.
A question that keeps returning to attention, and has direct relevance to present affairs, is transparency. We, the mass of western consumerist society, are at best behind a gossamer film of privacy. Those in power (whether elected or civilly serving) have an obligation to be an order of magnitude more transparent.
A vast cross section of (mostly U.S. American) society is subjected to random drug testing - a positive result (false or not) equating to possible job loss and many other social and professional sanctions. It is not the rich or connected that are subjected to anti-entheogenic excrescence (unless a more nefarious end is meant), but rather you and me; the subjects of materialist carnality promoted to exorbitant exogenesis.
To get to the point of this soliloquy, I think that all politicians and those that support them must be subjected to the same rules of self-adjusted neurochemical restriction as they impose on the hoi polloi. You, the people of the world's only superpower, need to know what medications Dubya and his minions are taking - whether it's a President on Paxil or a General on steroids, a pilot on modafinil or a battalion on ergogenic substances. This information is vital.
Do we lack the visceral fortitude to demand transparency from the top down, a precondition of true democracy, or are we content to suckle the teat of false economies that lead to Gaian exhaustion maintained by greedy grinches?
Does our actual fear of freedom prevent us from demanding exactly what psychoactive substances the "Leaders of the Free World" are injesting?