Speech to The Pinelands Commissoners (6 of clubs)

 

**Note: The orated speech was under a three-minute time limitation, and so pieces of the speech below had to be edited out in order to fit. This was not the first time the commissoners used the time limitation to marginalize anticipated dissent in their pro-corporate, anti-life decisions.

September 14, 2017

I commend [the 4] of you who voted “No” to this pipeline. Your work is not done, the pipeline is not built, and you don’t know what you don’t know about your real power. I will return to this in a moment.

First, for [the 8] who voted to approve the SRL pipe: though it would be just to say this is a date that will live in infamy, you will not be remembered in infamy. Because the future generations will not exist to remember you. Yes, anyone concerned with life continuing on this Earth should know about the Sixth Mass Extinction Event, the Holocene or human created MASS Extinction. The extinction is caused and accelerated by a wide array of factors, certainly including the unnecessary and dangerous extraction and transportation of fossil fuels for thoughtless burning of that energy. We are in the middle of the sixth mass extinction event, and all you can do, charged with protecting the pinelands which sit atop a fresh water aquifer, is PASS a high pressure gas pipeline. This egregious act has earned you all a place in a special club. For being out so far ahead in actively accelerating the sixth mass extinction, you each get one of these a six of clubs [I hand out the six of clubs to “yes” voting commissoners).

You might say I ruined several decks of cards, but there are no escapes to card games as an extinction event progresses. Anyone and everyone needs to be reminded of what the future holds, lacking the six of clubs… I hope this spreads, and every deck of cards in the world has the 6 removed, as a small honor for what we are surely going to lose if we do not wake up and put the nightmare to sleep. Besides, it’s fitting that three sixes are left behind.

As harsh as extinction is, it is really still a euphemism. Because it is caused, and accelerated, by a species with choices, it really is a genocide. Are you proud of yourself for rubber stamping a piece in the grandest genocide humans have ever undertook? From the killing fields to the killing forests to the killing of oceans…

What I see here are mercenaries, paid through back doors. Mercenaries of the corporations, in the war against the environment, in the war against the world.
And as far as combining today’s pipeline vote with the affirmative vote to have trails marked to limit off-road vehicles, I have coined a saying for just such political maneuvers – “When one in power throws you a bone, you have to ask whose corpse it is coming from”.

Ironic that we are in Patriots Theater—I don’t know what kind of patriot forsakes their land for corporate colonialism. Your treatment of the land and of Mother Earth is perhaps best responded to by the words of the late and great Oberyn Martell: “You raped her, you murdered her, you killed her children.”

If this was a lot for you to absorb—a lot of cognitive dissonance—then maybe you should walk home to have time to think about it.

For those of you who voted “No”, and have shown that you are an ally of the Pinelands, and life on Earth, I say this: The pipeline is not built, you have more power than you think; nobody condemns Martin Luther King for challenging and breaking the precedents and legal boundaries—it is for doing such that he is a hero to people everywhere. He did the right thing irregardless of the laws. The laws of the land are destroying the land. Use your power to pass a motion to stay this vote, along with the SJG pipeline vote. Add ambiguity wherever you can. Make decrees, do the unprecedented. It might seem like magical thinking, imagining that [4] of you can take on [8] of you, but I think it is much more magical thinking to believe that humans can continue to survive on this planet if we continue to treat it this way—the higher calling is to keep the planet intact, to keep the pinelands intact, and let the natural world heal itself without humans interfering. Business as usual will result in extinction. We have only the planet to lose—please think outside of these confining, suffocating, boxes that erroneously have the name “representative democracy” printed on them.

 

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we built a bridge (poem)

the river surges
the river dwindles
the river flows peacefully
not important
we built a bridge over it

the earth yearns
the earth heals
the earth grows
not important
we built a parking lot over it

the day is bright
the day is rainy
the day includes us
not important
we built a roof under it

the human is happy
the human is sad
the human is content
not important
we built medicine for that

the human has anger
the human has rage
the human wants justice
not important
we built laws for that

the sun is wintering
the sun is springing
the sun is summering
not important
we built houses for that

the human is late
the human is earlier
the human is sporadic and enjoys surprises
not important
we built calendars for that

the human is unmotivated
the human is creative
the human has great potential
not important
we built education for that

the human is unpredictable
the human is beautiful
the human is fragile
not important
we built prisons for that

the human lives
the human dies
the gravedigger dies
not important
we built robots to bury us

T is for Titrating

Wear their suits and you make yourself a mannequin.

For so long we have been oppressing the land and ordering it that we have lost the ability to translate and listen to it. It weeps fire and it cries nutrients, but we mar it further because we are deaf.

Government doesn’t have the hands to hold anything sacred and beautiful, just the iron fists to destroy whatever it is allowed to touch.

Cold weather and cold people go hand in hand, never having hand in hand.

There is room for your space, bring it in.

A society in which you need to vacation away from is a society in which you need to leave permanently.

Fighting to the end is the end we are fighting to avoid.

Jar yourself in to a new rhythm, or you will slowly continue to suffocate in your container.

It is exceptional how few exceptions there are to civilization being a force of total destruction.

To bend the will of the entire Universe, is to be the entire Universe.

Dictate circumstances, for the reverse is just foolish.

Better to burn and burn out than to never have fire.

Understand your enemies too well and you are sure to stand under them.

The owl of this Minerva loses its last feathers at dusk. It then no longer possesses the ability to fly away, greener pastures forever lost.

Leave your comfort zone and you help to create our comfort zone.

A clenched fist is all that concentrated power knows, it matters little whether you are inside it or outside of it. The best thing you can do is to dance absent from it, making it miss you.

Community is dying and there’s no one around to talk about it to.

I think I lost her, but had I ever found her?

Be the Earth’s gift to god.

The Earth will be wronged so long as we continue to think of the rights of humans and the rights of the Earth as two separate things.

Fighting injustices anywhere grows the threat to injustices everywhere.

Blessed are the stars, for they are beyond our reach.

Exile a landscaper to a desert island and the landscaper will die—exile a permaculturalist to a desert island and the desert will die.

Better for your bridges to be burned than your fire suffocated.

Words speak loud only when there is no action. As paralyzing as inaction and some words might be, far longer lasting is the paralysis of destructive actions.

A garbage truck must be quite a deity with all the offerings we leave for it.

Battles uphill are the only ones worth fighting.

Will the slow unbearable dying be more unbearable still when it accelerates?

Revolution doesn’t get old—that’s why it’s revolution. The aesthetic potentials of revolution are unparalleled—that’s why it’s revolution.

Born during the fall…

blessed are the stars, for they are beyond our reach


Related Previous Aphorism Posts:

My Thoughts Inexactly (Primero)
Lternate Lphabet Lliteration
L is for Lamenting
Z is for Zeroing
G is for Gathering
E is for Escalating
W is for Willing
W is for Willing (ov)
V is for Vanquishing
J is for Jousting
M is for Masquerading
Q is for Quelling
R is for Resisting
R is for Recurring
F is For
F is for Facing
F is Forcing (ov)
N is for Nothing
N is for No things
N Other Lphabet: A pequeño LteratioÑ
Y is for Yearning
Y is for Youthanizing
An Asymmetry
A is Against

T is for Tribalizing (y Tsáchilas)

Many mothers nursing their many children is a human nation; one mother nursing her own child is alienation.

One would think with the coming of propertifying civilization and the loss of depth in tribal connections, the loosed individuals would need to sharpen their sensitivity to fill in the gaps that were now missing given the loss of so much camaraderie. Instead of advancing in this fashion, to evolve into these magnificent independent individuals, humans agreed biologically to become less than they were in their unity. Disease of thought coincides with the disease of body. The lessening of oxytocin, the lessening of agility movements, the lessening of nutrient density in diets, the lessening of the range of experience by being stuck in a more localized geography—all these losses led to a lessening in sensitivity. It is both a specific and generalized desensitization, a devolution of our species affirmed by cultural institutions that would now harbor and modulate a great deal of human emotions and experiences, narrowing their actual and acceptable ranges.

The disease of imtribalism was contrived in the wintering lands where private survival, at first a means to keep surviving, became the very ends. Thus an example of when the means became the ends—ends in need of ending…

The greatest marriage is not that of a couple, but of a tribe; it does not begin with priestly words, but at beastly conception, from parents multiple, of love polyamorous, profuse—a strong web. The greatest nurture is to be raised by a multitude of parents that go far beyond your two progenitors of a stricter scientific understanding. A whittling down of the parents from forty-two to two, subtracts the child down to negative forty—it should be no wonder that raising children these days can feel as the greatest burden. The death of a tribe in a nuclear holocaust is worsted by the birth of a child in a nuclear family; if you think this hyperbole experiment with the thought that the tribe died crying together, and the baby was born among unfeeling strangers that did not reciprocate her tears, your perspective will shift profoundly.

The work that should be shared among 80 of a tribe, is now the burden of 2 parents or even 1 single parent. Zero parents—and zero children—is not long off.

Most individuals have a plurality of sides to them that are deeply flawed—missing qualities paired alongside with grand over-compensations that would have others in “the normal range” feeling vacant and flawed by comparison. These flaws are constantly revealed to the therapist and personality analyst types among us because an individual is rarely whole on their own; a conclusion these professionals are usually blind to is that an individual is an idiosyncratic puzzle piece that must have vulnerabilities and additional capacities to fit in with a more complete picture, albeit a large family or tribe. Lacking this tribe to fit in with is the great flaw, for tribe-lessness is the great disease and a puzzle that we seem farthest from solving, for truly we need others to complete us.

The more of all of us there is, the more of each of us there is.

Industrial civilization has eaten away our tribal identity and worn us down to the gradient point of having a mere individual identity (a stability unknown previously); civilization is as a thorn fixed in the side for too long, that inevitably leaves the afflicted as thin and biting as the thorn itself.

Born of 40 parents and married at original contact, instead of 2 parents and a state-sanctioned marriage contract.

 

Children, even babies, need not always be in the immediate proximity of their parents for their biological parents to feel at ease. There just needs to be a sense that there is parenting going on, which is why when corporate day cares take over childcare, there is usually some reluctance or ill-at-ease that happens with the legalized parents. This only lasts for a time, but it is a very real distinction between a bond to someone that is to share in the parenting that need not be tied with money, and a bond that is exclusively due to the medium of money being utilized. The tribe as parent and the tribe as child has been replaced with the nuclear family and biological parenting almost exclusively, and because these are such intrinsically weak models immunologically, the disease of monetary profitable daycares starts to materialize.

Religion fills the vacuum left by a lack of a tribal family—in other words there grows a lack of people to invest worship in. We are built to worship, but in lacking a secular worship opportunity (a tribe) we worship a fanciful supernatural element. We are supposed to worship one another.

Your whole self is fully realized not when it is entirely apart from the group, but when it is absolutely a part of the group.

An individualist culture that produces utterances saying “what does it matter? I’ll be dead in one hundred years” does not have much farther to devolve. Despite the individualism, the voice that echoes such words is still that of a tribe, one its throes of death; individualism is hopeless.

Reestablishing tribal societies rids us of the need to tediously parse through the ingenuous and the disingenuous actors who easily make prey of our havoc-worn world.

We are in a time of unique and unprecedented levels of grief to be absorbed by singular individuals. Put numerically, when a tribe of 80 loses 1 of their own, the 79 survivors all have one another to lean on in this tragic time, and the child/parent/lover lost was in all likelihood not the only one “specialized” in that role with relation to the other 79. Now with the nuclear family in it’s most crude form, there is a tribe of 4 each in a specialized role (without redundancy) of a mother, father, daughter and son. When one of these gets sick or injured, or dies, the vulnerable nuclear family is hurt and in death quite devastated. Tragedy exposes the very weak internal web and allows disease (lawyers, therapists, pharmaceuticals) to come and prey on a failing eco-system; tribes never needed nor allowed the emergence of these diseases because they were so strong on a blend of layers. Make no mistake—a tribe does not dilute each of it’s members to insignificance; rather, a tribe is a more evolved drink with emergent properties making it quite potent, too, available to quench the thirst of all. The tribe is not necessarily the only referent point—thinking about it that way might be a uniquely skewed view imposed on our thought by our peculiar times; tribes might be best evaluated by looking at person to person relationships in a specific time frame, judged against what we have now. Did tribal people choose to pay attention to a medium rather than a person in their immediate vicinity thirsting for interaction? It takes a village… and now a village is taken. A shared grieving process is the only grieving process.

WE, because ME alone is upside down.

0021 - a people that tribe together, vibe together

Soul searching is often misdirected, for we are looking deep within ourselves when really it is others we are searching for.

Not knowing whose child is whose, where no lover is no one’s only lover, where one’s father is not one’s only father, where one’s child is not one’s only child. The more the merrier without the more the Malthusian mortality. More relations without more mouths to feed.

Stray from the herd you’ll find yourself living, stray from the tribe and you’ll be found dying.

I trust a people I do not know, I do not trust a person I do not know.

¡Soy Tsáchilas!

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notes 4 today: 2017-02-09 (Sanctuary Tierras; Trance And Kervranian Biological Transmutation; Paradoxes Of Uniformity; Musings On What Revolution Is)

title: Sanctuary Tierras

Since speak of sanctuary cities is commonplace these past several weeks with what is going on in the USA, I would like to in brief suggest an alternative and longer lasting sanctuary that needs to be established. Cities, despite having become havens for diversity and a logical place to resist racist/xenophobic/fascist policies, are themselves at the forefront of ontologically establishing the necessary background for totalitarian control; cities funnel people in to narrower movement patterns, they make them hyper-dependent on oppressive supply chain dynamics, and they severely lack in ecosystems. The history of cities coming in to existence is predicated upon imperialism and domination, and it is only sickened magical thinking that they are somehow separate or above this bloodbathed historical conjuring. Cities are now globalized places and globalized means dependency; cities try to justify an inter-dependency, but this inter-dependency is only a feign—cities are not needed by those who live in a balanced relation with the land. Everyone is to some extent in equal danger in a city, and equally displaced from the location(s) that they harm by their very existence continuing in a city. The leap from cities to concentration camps is not very far, the gap to jump is not even as noticeable as a crack in the pavement. A fascist house will soon be inhabited by fascists, whether intended or no.

Real sanctuary is to put ourselves—human animals—back in to a balanced relationship with the land that does not have civilization’s concrete/asphalt/agriculture scars all over it. Being spread out over the land, immersed in connectivity, there is much great natural security against all manner of problems that beset people, INCLUDING social problems such as racism and fascism which are a natural outcroppings of exploitative and extractive Western capitalism and the dynamics involved in exchanges between the urban and the rural.

Racism will come to mean little when starvation sets in, or the specter of starvation is hung over a people. Sanctuaries that are in places which were built upon centuries of human, lifeform, and land/resources oppression and alienation are not good long term places. They are at best temporary rendezvous spots, but they will fail in this particular regard as well as in their general capacity to “support life” because they were built to fail. Land and its natural abundance, on the other hand, is very modulating to the extreme swings on which a diseased living situation ensnares us. It supported us long before we clustered ourselves (or were clustered by) in to cities.

The immigrants undergoing increased oppression would be best served by those who have land to open up to them to practice agriculture/permaculture and/or to establish intentional communities that build up a community immune system prophylactically before diseases like fascism and racism have the chance to emerge. Too much is happening in reaction, and sanctuary cities are part of that reflexive unreflected reaction.

¡Tierra y Libertad!

Related Writings: Globalization Does Not Exist and The City Is Dead, And We Have Killed Him


title: Trance and Kervranian Biological Transmutation

Why is it and how is it that music can make you feel so good? What does music provide in the vibratory energy that expresses upon our bodies? Among other things that emotionally moving music (such as high quality euphoric trance… not easy to come by!) gifts us, I believe that music exudes subtle vibratory energies to be absorbed by energetically open humans (perhaps other energetically open lifeforms as well) so that they (we!) may alter atomic structures to create elements that we need out of other atomic elements available. Kervran showed that plants, at least, are “bioavailers” that have the ability to create elements that are in short supply, and I see no reason that other lifeforms should not be intrinsically capable and active at doing this. And for the reason/mechanism by which they are enabled to do so, I see no reason that it cannot be at base some beautiful vibratory force(s) that are moving these lifeforms to be self-healing and internally growing. Why biological transmutation should be restricted to a certain class, family or kingdom of life, would in my view only be the sophomoric restrictions that science places upon itself. As I’ve asserted before [note 2], I think ideas the imagination produce are true and it’s the burden of science to prove them false.

Music has real power to heal and provide nutrient needs, something especially valuable in our lands of quickly eroding soil that will see the Earth’s biomass decline even more steeply if we do not start rapid restoration. Allowing music to do its work, just as acupuncture and other healing modalities, is as important as ever.


title: Paradoxes Of Uniformity

The ease of uniformity is concurrently the disease of reality. Things (not to focus on humans per se, yet) are made uniform by human artifice, to align them in a straight rigid fashion. Though on the surface it may be justified as such, imposed uniformity is never about establishing connection, instead it’s about making things the same, so that they are the same frequency and adhere to the same leveraged manipulations. When such simplified manipulating frequencies are not there, the things lie dormant, very inactive and pulled from an ecosystem that would have had them actively becoming. Perhaps bridging to sociological phenomena, think of the perfectly trained unit of soldiers without their commanding officer present to direct them. What is their existence if not to be lead by a commander, these perfectly trained soldiers bereft of their past life experience by a perfect training regimen?

Human the organizer rather than human the steward forgets the invaluability of diversity in a landscape, and fancies that uniformity is an end in itself on many forages. Humans ontologically treat the rest of the world this way, and they so too treat each other in this fashion. This fashion needs to change, I fashion.


title: Musings On What Revolution Is

Revolution, just like any other term in our languages, is a reified term. Being reified it is by necessity imprecise and distracting, but revolution is one of the few words in my mind that is truly attracting as well. It is a potency, and is worth investigating, a touch of which I will do here:

Revolution should not be thought of as spread over hundreds of thousands of square miles: this is an extrapolation that humans all too often do for our activities and false assumptions about how reality on this Earth is governed (or that it is even governed!). Revolution is a desperate (and often beautiful) attempt at qualitative shifts of evolution when there has been a long quantitative drift of devolution. Revolution—for if nothing else it is a human convention—is something that happens within ourselves, our habits, and our relationships to others. The change that revolution might bring us in such deadly and dystopian times as the ones we are now in, are to treat ourselves better and habitually be good for and aware of our connection to the Earth. We might move and grow at a balanced pace, and move without attention, or attachment to, consequences imposed by contextually external entities. One does not ask permission from the old world to revolt and create a new world; if such revolution happens under these circumstances, it is revolution in name only, named by the overseers.

Revolution within will have us loving our enemies, our lords, as our friends, and as in need of help to come down from the heights of responsibility which hierarchy has elevated them to. Money and other legalities returned to mere paper, a banal crime against a tree and an insane crime against immediacy. Reality mediated no more, this is revolutionary given where we are…