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samedi, novembre 07, 2009

The Animist in the steel jungle

Most societies used to have some sort of person, with a special sensitivity for the environment in which they lived, commonly called shaman, these would keep contact with animals, plants and unseen spirit beings. Some would marry one of the spirit beings. But what became of these people in our time?

Maybe a small group of people identifying themselves as objectophiles are some of the shamans of our time. They fall in love with “objects” and have a bond with them, that reminds of that of the shaman. The objects can be anything, from the Berlin Wall to door closers, from cars to special machinery, bridges, fences, the guillotine, monuments and statues.

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These relationships are intense and very real, even if hard to understand for any outsider, but to the animist all is alive, and quantum physics clearly state; the underlying nature of reality in deeply interconnected, all energy and matter is related, and ultimately from the same source, and therefore connected. Evolution is not just biologic, it started from the very moment the universe unfolded and atoms assembled which then became molecules and ultimately assembled into cells. The animist feels related to rocks, mountains and rivers, so the animist in the steel jungle feels related to bridges and machines. After all, from this point of view, the dichotomy of natural versus artificial does not exist, all that exists is from one universe, so there cannot be anything artificial. If rocks have a spirit nature, surely so do monuments and statues, who may not only carry the energy of their material, but also the energies embed from the process by which to where formed.

Deep inside all of us the knowledge of the oneness of existence, but to be an individual, for diversity to exist, there must be separation, so we seek out the Other, to find ourselves again in the Other.

weave your desires into the fabric of the universe

cast your dreams to the stars

remember the source

kiss cold steel with heat

mix your tears with the rain

tonight I dream of inhuman caresses

3:38

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jeudi, octobre 29, 2009

some green

Kinda won a courtcase, cool.

10:53

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jeudi, octobre 22, 2009

fake freedom

Some time ago an interview on BBC caught my attention: a young woman from Palestine talked about becoming a martyr. And how she had to be careful not to betray herself due to the martyrs glow in her eyes. I had never heard of such thing. What did it do to a person, this decision to die for a purpose? It’s something, we, in the west cannot know, and it shows, that there are many ways to live as humans.
Eyes glowing, glowing of love, for a person, a people or an idea, there is no difference.
I feel a strange sort of envy; I want to know how it feels, maybe like these ancient people, who played not for money, but the chance to become sacrifice for the gods.
To give something, first, it got to be yours, secondly, it has to be of value or interest, and it must be perishable, only thus it can be precious. Life, in times past, was like that; precious each moment, for it could be gone fast, taken or lost. Death was simply part of daily life and while everybody died, some became heroes by seeking and defying death.
These days, death and its companion, sickness, are cast out of view, out of life. They are seen as a failure, as dysfunction. But all will die, so then deep down inside; do we believe to be a failure, to be dysfunctional, because we are destined to death and disease? With death have we lost life?
Atomized singularities with fractured personalities and broken lifelines, at the end, nothing but scattered ashes? Do we not remember the stories of old, of ghosts desperate for release from eternal life? But we live as if nothing would ever happen, as if not the tooth of entropy would gnaw on us.
We are soo free, free to chose the brand of food we buy, but more? Our fake freedom never touches the real choices.

9:26

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jeudi, août 27, 2009

words

Many years ago, there was this sci-fi/popular science mag called Omni, one contained an article, in which a now dead famous person articulated a incidend, surely meant more jokingly, yet simply it was put into the world. Words are ideas, shared. Born into the world, possibility.

I wrote a letter to him, it was not yet the time of e-mail. Asking if he would do the act, he had somehow imagined. I even got an answer, no, he would never.

Yet. I wonder, why issuing something then? Or is it that we are not free at all? Maybe our words are free, but certainly not our deeds.

And somehow I wish, I could have spoken to this man, when no inner or outer censor was present, what would he had said?

I am not free
Who is?
Our words will be ideas only if we do not turn them into reality.

4:07

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dimanche, juillet 26, 2009

free spirits

Let us not under-estimate this fact: that we ourselves, we free spirits, are already a "transvaluation of all values," a visualized declaration of war and victory against all the old concepts of "true" and "not true." The most valuable intuitions are the last to be attained; the most valuable of all are those which determine methods. All the methods, all the principles of the scientific spirit of today, were the targets for thousands of years of the most profound contempt; if a man inclined to them he was excluded from the society of "decent" people--he passed as "an enemy of God," as a scoffer at the truth, as one "possessed." As a man of science, he belonged to the Chandala
Friedrich Nietzsche

3:41

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vendredi, juillet 03, 2009

caged

from out of prison I stare
what is the meaning of this all?
all for plunder, all for material things
all for sex, all for people
all for mediocracy

as if all revolves around one species
whose life is so void of any meaning beyond,
all the beauty around, the pure perfection,
supposedly less than the ugly naked apes
swarming the jewel, the earth is, like maggots,
dead lives, who cast their hopes onto dead things
blind, stumbling around their self-build prison
and think themselves free,
dead, long before born
a meaningless exchangeable number for the power hungry
oppressed by equality, for no being is ever equal
I dream of home and cast my hopes into the universe
free birds fly, caged ones only dream of flying

5:08

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jeudi, juin 25, 2009

the dead are not dead

Hm, are the dead somehow important to us?
Can their ways teach us? Do we need the past to find our own path?
All I can seee, if we do not know where we are coming from, we do not know who we are.
And indeed, the presence of the dead, the past, can give life.

1:10

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lundi, juin 08, 2009

another BIID vid

just found another BIID vid, again from Australia.

http://www.abc.net.au/catalyst/stories/2576978.htm

"""Dr Lorimer Moseley:
So your brain is receiving touch information from your arm and visual information from Roberts arm and concludes that vision is winning, vision makes sense here.

Scientist:
OK so now I’ll try and give you a disembodied touch.

Dr Jonica Newby:
Oh! Now that’s really strange. wow.

Dr Lorimer Moseley:
So if you close your eyes now Jonica and point to where you’re feeling that touch – now point … so you’re actually feeling that touch to be half a metre away from your own body.

Dr Jonica Newby:
Wow, so this is a full on out of body experience.

Narration:
How on earth is this possible? Our brains are born with a basic map of a four limbed body outline. But the map needs constant updating from the senses … touch … vision … joint position. These send a live feed to a part of the brain known as the right parietal lobule – which integrates the feeds, and updates the body map.

Dr Lorimer Moseley:
If we start messing with those sensory feeds, we can very easily mess with the body image, and then all of a sudden bang you're outside of your own body. """

1:57

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jeudi, juin 04, 2009

speciesism, an oppression

speciesism

In his book, The god delusion, Richard Dawkins, writes about death and the ill-luck of being born human, when it comes to death and dying.

Recently, the father of a person I know died. From pneumonia, MS and more, but she said, that they let him die like an animal. All the day he was screaming in pain from the areas on which he lay and which had turned sore. This man wanted no visitors, to see his state.
His daughter still wakes to the memory of his screams.

This man, who lived a whole life, was in his last hours reduced to suffering. A similar story I heard from another known person. His father died from cancer of the pancreas, with fluids oozing from every orifice...

But this person, his son, he realized that it would never be permitted to let a dog die this way, indeed, one could be charged with cruelty.
But members of the species human are left suffering. Even if death is certain within hours.

This is indeed a curse of religion, as Dawkins points out. For it was religion and later humanism, the ideology that human life is exceptional, that brought such things on us.

And much more. The idea that humans are so different from all the other life forms on this planet has left us lonely, only so the question could arise, are we alone?

No, we are most certainly not alone. There are other beings here, who share with us the path of evolution. They are different from us, there is the uniquely human, the uniquely fruit-bat, and the uniquely dolphin, we may never grasp these alien states, and they are states of being, a subjective quality, open to learning and adapting, no preformed "instinct" alone could solve all those problems a living being encounters.
Yet there is a common ground, the young of most species attract across species. The wails of pain, the look of the deserted, they speak to us, for we too are from the same path. No god made us, our thinking did not fall from heaven. It developed in interconnection with the Earth. With other lifeforms.

And so we have lost, our home among the kindred of Earth.
And became slaves, first to an imaginary god and those who claimed to know god, then to those who claimed to know the nature of being human.
And this legacy is haunting, from pollution to the screams of a dying father.

It should be time to see, that that which is same, should be treated same, life is similar, suffering is suffering, regardless of species. But what is not so known, speciesism is not about animal rights, but also about us, our place in the world, that which defines the non-human, also defines the human and puts it into slots.

4:24

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