Dissolving The Straw (Wo)Man

June 4, 2009
 
 
 
Dissolving The Straw (Wo)Man
 
 
There was an aphorism in the novel Atlas Shrugged that struck me as profound: “When a man declares “Who am I to know?” he is saying “Who am I to live?”
 
What sort of authority do I have to inquire, question, investigate? Who am I to challenge the prevailing opinions of our day? Who am I to doubt the sincerity of my would-be-rulers? How did I even get to the point of referring to servants of the “public good” as rulers? How did I lessen myself to such an extent that I find that the authority without is more comforting than the authority within? Who am I to be a moving, living, breathing, sentience being with the full capacity of thought and imagination? Who am I to rely on my ingenuity, strength, courage to go about creating that kind of world I imagine? Who I am to make mistakes and to fall into the well if the results are not favorable to the authority apparatus? Who am I to go outside of the decrees of the Uniformity League Of The World to find a code not recognized by the current operating system?
 
And so it is that many have accepted the comfort of subservience over the unfathomable riches that come with free inquiry. It is safe to live within the official paradigm where everything they want us to know is preconfigured, but nothing that we need to know is included. All that is of import is outside of the paradigm, and truth be told, there is no such thing as a paradigm. The paradigm is only a concept too. The authority apparatus is an illusion as much as the millions of codes, statutes and regulations to protect its interests are but inkblots on a paper. It can never be figured out because it is not meant to be figured out. It is the sun that blinds you when you glance at it. It is a winding, byzantine road map. It is a Rorshach test and anyone that tries to understand the incomprehensible and reduce it to something simple will find themselves reduced in the process. That is exactly where the forces of the Uniformity League want us. Chasing figments. Propositioning chimeras. Opening Alice’s crawlspace to follow the white rabbit until we are twisting one billions ways til Sunday.
 
It doesn’t just affect those who follow the path of inquiry but it affects those who go against the paradigm also. It was written once that “what you fight you become.” It follows the Hegelian dialectic of problem-reaction-solution. Or thesis-antithesis-synthesis. A problem is presented. The causes of the problem are sensationalized and so we must find a remedy. The scam of the Hegelian dialectic is that the solution or the synthesis doesn’t eradicate the problem. Instead, it balloons it. Both the problem and the reaction twist upward like the DNA spiral staircase into further hybridization. A pathetic example is Rockefeller’s draconian drug laws in the 70s; an attempt to crack down on drug pushers and abusers. Instead of the “war on drugs” establishing peaceful homogeneity in American communities, it has fostered familial and societal disintegration. The resulting anomie is not witnessed with repulsion by the majority of us but has become a staple of American values. Today, the bulk of men and women rotting away in prison are there for nonviolent drug crimes and the “freedom-loving” USA hosts the largest prison population of any country in the world.
 
But it would not be this way if we knew who we were. It would not be if we realized that our identity was not a placard of society but sovereign and beyond society. If all men and women are born equal, and this is absent of government or hierarchy, who are you to dicate to me what I can or can’t do with my mind and body? Moreso, how did someone become my unequal if all are born equal? Who set up this playpen of domination and submission? This is the contradiction that has so transfixed us on what is happening outside ourselves and neglecting the true ruler within ourselves. This is the real terrority that we are to possess, not our neighbors or another country. Because we have forsaken our own inner kingship for an outer one we are caught in the faux reality that there is truly an authority outside of ourselves. But this is false. There is no authority apart from ourselves. Yes, there are governments, societies, laws and ideologies but these are all illusions. No man can make you accept a government you did not create, to contract into a society that you did not voluntarily join, to follow laws that are only favorable to the vipers who create them and to accept an ideology that is incoherent with your own inner truth.
 
We have accepted that this is so and we are fighting with one another to the point of killing and maiming each other to prove our worldview absolute. It does not have to be a physical killing. The energy of brutality that we send out into the world is enough. I speak from my own experience. We are fighting over trivial illusions that can never be remedied; we can only call truces, treaties and recesses that mean very little to those at the bottom of the pyramid of power forever fighting over more trivial illusions. Those at the pyramid’s top are the only ones benefitted by the mini-dictatators we attempt to be. The all-seeing eye encourages our tomfoolery. It is animated in the Left-Right divide, the Capitalist-Socialist face-off, Christianity vs. Islam, and thousands of other schisms and yet the fight is wasteful. We concede nothing and conclude nothing because illusions cannot be remedied. Yet, we continue to fight over whose illusions will be the dominant force to regulate society even at the price of dehumanizing those whose illusions we don’t agree with. There is a cost to pay for that fighting. It is heavy and ineffably heart-wrenching. So many of us caught in the antagonism of “us against them” do a worse violence to ourselves than the one that we wish to eradicate from humanity.
 
It is only in a society in which rulers think that they can scientifically manage the people that these hostilities grow more severe. And we are seeing it played out right before our very eyes; we do destruction to each other because we are first doing destruction to ourselves. It can only be a fragmented individual that could ever think that killing the enemy would lead to the stoppage of abortion in the world. It can only be a fragmented country that could ever conceive that bountiful killings of perceived threats could every lead to peace and harmony in our world. But because we have become imbalanced by venerating ideologies, and through the burden of significance have sought prestige, the cancer that is first released in ourselves can only live there so long before it needs a larger host. The grander host is the society outside of ourselves. Because there is a sense of inward insecurity, everything becomes a contention, every person we meet we are in competition with, trying to determine their worth based on their social position, their dress, their wealth or their ideology. Does it coincide with ours? If not, that person for the most part becomes a leper, and as a petty difference has made them a leper, through petty but vaunted policy we go about finding ways to annihilate the leper colony. Violence is given license if we think it will sustain our security.
 
This search for security has been the prime mover of insecurity in our world. But somehow we have been trained not to go into ourselves but to go outside of ourselves to gratiate it. Looking away from the center, we see the unstable phenemona on the edge and that frightens us. But yet, we still won’t return to the center. By then, the way has been blocked by societal impositions. Not just me, but the next guy over has the path back to himself blocked by societal impositions, what Alan Watts called “the taboo of knowing who you are.” And so neither he nor I wants to be the pioneer to break the taboo afraid that we will be broken off from connection, reduced to nothingness. It’s so amazing but that nothingness that we despise is what we are really after because it is in that realization that we become, that we see the inseparable bond that we have with the rest of humanity, unseen by the one-dimension man or woman caught in the tangle of putting up fences and curtaining windows. It is in our nothingness that we see the true harmony of everything, and that we are not separate or above it, but a part of it. There are centurions along the path interrogating us with strong words and contemptuous behavior, “What do you want to go there for?” “Who are you to think you don’t have to accept the code the rest of us have?” “You can’t go it alone!” “You are worthless! You’ll never get any acceptance if you choose that path!”
 
 
 
If we accept this, there is only artificiality to guide us. The “straw man” becomes the power of attorney for all of our dealings in life. The straw man is a fiction who only exists by the power we give it. The straw man is given energy by our refusal to question, to examine and to understand on our own terms, not on anyone else’s. The term “understand” itself is a subjugation tactic. In the legal world when an official ask “Do you understand?” they are testing you to see if you will “stand-under”, if you will abscond your own throne for their inferior, fictitious jurisdiction. So when we believe without questioning, and consent without challenge we are deciding to stand under, to be a foot stool for an authority that is only empowered through forsaking our own power.
The “straw man” is real, but only in the notional sense that a character is produced on the big screen. Anything that seeks to characterize you from outside of yourself is your straw man. He can be found on written documents, birth certificates, social security cards, bills, records, but it is not you. You may use these things to operate in the world of commerce but they are only scraps of paper. You are not a written document, you are not a plaything for the powers-to-be to reduce you to a caricature of yourself. You are not a reputation, an opinion or a soundbite proferred by those who seek to abuse and belittle you. You are much more than that and more powerful beyond your wildest imagination. It takes you simply saying “No!” to those who wish you to consent to debasement, and ignoring those who have been appointed to guard the way back to the center of yourself, the place where all the hiccups, contradictions and malfeasance of the world are harmonized and our oneness with all others is realized.
 
Recently I was in the presence of one of the Uniformity League’s token bureaucrats. He possessed the typical sheen of superiority and the certainty that anything proceeding from his mouth had the unadulterated sanctity of truth. There was another gentlemen, albeit not wearing the noble title of public servant, but still equipped with enough reason to question some of the statutes of the State. After presenting his greivance, which was well-reasoned and carried all the attributes of genuineness, he stood down with alacrity. But his expectation that the token bureaucrat would consider his complaint as anything other than farting in the face of authority was met with a harsh redactment: “You should be careful about your thinking of how things ought to be” at the complete dismissal of the historical fact that most of what is considered social progress was brought about by men and women who thought there were different ways in which to see the world and set about bringing those visions to fruition. You only have to consult a volume of the Encyclopedia Brittanica to the see the stupidity in such a rebuke.
 
I was flabbergasted at this display of authoritarian putdown. This is the type of contempt that can be expected when an individual questions a prized tenet of the State, especially if it has served well as a technique for social cohesion, in spite of its truthfulness. Once someone has begun to entertain the reality that their mind was not meant as a canvas for the world to scribble its bile upon, nor as a depository for the world’s excrement, but rather that it is there for their own creativeness and discernment they can expect to be put down by those who have forsaken their own reasoning and questioning and demand that everyone else do the same.
 
Those who govern by rules, and not principle will always be bound by the letter of the law, and never open up to the spirit inherit in the infinite spectrum of our being. But we can open up to it, in spite of the Uniformity League’s admonitions and threats that seek to have us functioning at a fraction of our capacity. Those of us that have gone and are going there are here to shine a light but we do not wish to be anyone’s security or safety blanket and neither do we expect others to be ours. I hope only that those who have been deceived by the same false fear that I have and the same illusions of our division are open to rejecting the senseless violence of debate, demagoguery and destruction and seeing that we are both composed of the same light. If we can even get the possibility in our minds and no longer let the straw man create controversy between you and I, we may see our world better served. I have seen the small adjustments in changing the angle of reflection. The straw man only exists in the attention that we give it; when it is given no attention, its artificiality dissolves and the real “me” and “you” is all that remains. Substance not shadow. Cooperation not contempt. Love not war.
 

The Uniformity League

May 31, 2009


 
Evaporating Culture

 
There is no requisite skill set for the community outside of the walls of culture. We can poke our head over the wall of separation from faux life and real experience and we’re already equipped with the language to understand the infinite spectrum. It’s not because there is some prefabricated jargon but rather that the language is revitalized when we come out of it, “it” being the sensory deprivation realm, and come into a territory where we rediscover our forgotten faculties.
We can get down to formulating our own content and finding a new originality in parts of us that felt bland and banal before. We’re like that old man finding a youthful swagger. It feels as if we’ve known this thing all along, that it had always been apart of ourselves but we locked it away in some appliance box and let it collect dust in the attic. We couldn’t do that with engineering and astrophysics. We couldn’t have a “lightbulb” experience and immediately hit the road to sound off about structural building collapse or nanoparticles. But we can with the felt presence of direct experience find the individual religion.

We become gurus to ourselves outside the walls, away from dependencies, addictions and fetishes. The answers that we were hoping to accidentally cross paths with in the agencies are freely expressed outside the walls. They are not delineated to us by some approved authority, licensed and certified psychobot, or official looking bureacrats. There are no hierarchies outside the walls. Titles of nobility and egoist infractions are dissolved into the real universal melting pot. The divisions within that are used to instigate our biting, barking, and bickering with another, that keep us ever at the whim of divide and conquer schemes become cartoonish vaudeville shows that we can see for their authentic triviality and laugh about. We see that society is nothing but a collectivized consensus to damn us into littleness:

The most thoroughly and relentlessly Damned, banned, excluded, condemned, forbidden, ostracized, ignored, suppressed, repressed, robbed, brutalized and defamed of all Damned Things is the individual human being. The social engineers, statistician, psychologist, sociologists, market researchers, landlords, bureaucrats, captains of industry, bankers, governors, commissars, kings and presidents are perpetually forcing this Damned Thing into carefully prepared blueprints and perpetually irritated that the Damned Thing will not fit into the slot assigned it. The theologians call it a sinner and try to reform it. The governor calls it a criminal and tries to punish it. the psychologist calls it a neurotic and tries to cure it. Still, the Damned Thing will not fit into their slots.”– Robert Anton Wilson

It may be owed to some exceptionally resilient recessive trait that has sustained the biophotonic spark in our cellular matter. It appears that this undergirding element is the only thing that has allowed many of us to endure life in the synthetic studio set called America; the belle of great fame, most sought after by all the poor and down-trodden of the world or so we are led to believe. It is even possible to propose an artful defense of all the inartful things that expend the common American’s attention? I wish that it wasn’t but America’s slickest advertising gimmicks can make bovine excrement sound deluctable.

And it is due to that non-stop festival of American jingoism that many have adopted a willful ignorance, a selective distortion to retain our superiority. We can remain king of the hill but are the very ones peddling the very value systems that have been a drag on the rest of the world’s self-actualization. Do a little digging around the world and it’s no surprise that America should feel it has some sort of supremacy. It’s not enough that all America exports anymore is its basest values, but it has also exploited the rest of the world for financial gain, and dropped bombs, waste, nuclear matter, radiation and depleted uranium. After all of this, the misleaders have the puffed audacity to tell its subjects they need more tax dollars to go play Battleship Galactica with the world.

One of the beefs that I have with America is this whole idea that there’s a code to follow in order to find your place in the sun. So in order to get to this place in the sun, before you even know whether or not you want the kind of sun their adverstising, you’re herded into these little blips and spaces on a pre-sketched map and it really is like a cartographed map because the set doesn’t move but rarely. It has a Euclidean progression that we’re all supposed to follow along. Try throwing an aeloian cadence in the structured harmony and see how quickly the attack dogs are put out to restore order.

If you have “in the know” contacts you may bypass some of the coordinates but a disproportionate don’t have that privilege. And if we’re paying attention, the ones that do have that privilege can teach us a lesson, more of a warning really. By the time they make it to a much more prized coordinate the propaganda of success begans to look a lot less appealing to some of the rest of us. Folks are progressing up the social ladder, getting their paper slips and plaques, becoming “thousandaires”, and we notice that they are losing something vital in the process. If they are not losing it outright, they are forced to put it down in order to participate and get along.

What is it? Soul, spirit, spark, morality, humanness, energy, love, self-realization. Was it Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, based on biological necessity that was supposed to lead us there? It’s apparent that mass production of food and other needs has been no benefit to culture. Folks are more screwed up than they’ve ever been. We have too many attorneys and too many laws to understand living. There are too many psychologists, just as psychically split as their “clients,” trying to instill the religion for whatever is the current clinical model.

The symbol has replaced the substance and we are content with that. It is the brand that governs our ideologies, the cliches and colloquialisms that we repeat to one another that provide us a bit of security. A lesson can be found in that which was supposed to provide a uniform leisure has enslaved us and the only thing that has become homogenous is neuroticism. Aren’t we ever tired of being sadists to ourselves to prove the value of our existence through toys and trinkets?

Even with all of its casualties, the system, the establisment, whatever flimflam name we give it, is not without its apologists. They get a bit jumpy when there’s talk about “herding” and such even when they themselves are moving right along the grooved coordinates. “How dare you call me livestock? I’m doing what I want to do! I’m living out my dream!” This is said, quite astonishly, as they move from one fenced-in enclosure to another, the approved grazing areas.

And not to disbar the dream but the question to consider is would you want to be a journalist? an engineer? a lawyer? a stockbroker? if it hadn’t already been included in the bag of pre-picked options? For those who think they are creating their own reality while picking suits and dresses that are already in the closet there’s no harm in reflecting on that a bit. It takes no true creavity or ingenuity to choose from outfits that are already there for our persusal. If we look around we’ll see that there are already a million other mannequins all vying for the same hat and scarf.

It’s not a matter of criticism, it’s a clarion call for our very awareness, to reflect moreso on ourselves than on the state of things. The Aristoliean rationalist and the Newtonian mechanic will be hit with a sharp curve. A place of no codes, no absolutism and complete anarchy. The unsustainable structures of our society are forcing us to rework this whole cultural schema. We don’t have the ability to revert back to the old state of things. We don’t have the holding capacity or the ecological advantage.

We can’t afford to put all of our hopes in the promise that centralization of all vital necessities is best in the hands of the demonic Leviathan that is responsible for bringing us to the brink. Anyone who puts their hope in the most vile among us to lead us back to economic and social harmony is fooling themselves. There was no harmony to begin with. Mankind has bullied and bulldozed the world. It has not sought to find a balance and cooperate with the universe; it has been bloodlustful for dominance. It takes just a bit of Sophia to understand that the next illusion of harmony will find innocent folks sucked right back in to an unsustainable model and fleeced once more.

Through our self-empowerment the structures that have arrayed themselves as enemy of humankind and truth will be disempowered. There may be a balkanization of the renewing vital energy as we began to understand the song of our ancestors who found relevance in the greater world, not as a place to enslave, but as a vehicle for purer understanding, higher vibrancy. No longer will the structures of control be granted our uncontracted consent. No longer do we throw empty votes into a ballot box. No longer do we demand or grant authority to the least among us to do our bidding.

We are our own authorities. The false authorities have misrepresented us from jump street and for a little bit of security we should not be intent on preserving the charade. Propping up the dying institutions will lead to our disaster, not our liberty. The dark content of our culture is foaming on the surface, the waves are lapping up on top of one another. We are being forewarned that the big one is coming in. But the beach chairs are cushy, few fireworks in the distance, a juggling clown, a rock band playing old covers, a nice cold 6-pack and our attention is shot.

The hints are being dropped in for our personal reconnaissance. The MSM is telling us a piece of the prophecy by ommision. A few artists and musicians have articulated it in brushstrokes and soundscapes. The conspiracy theorist and the revisionist historian have filled in some of the spaces left blank by the artful dodgers. But we shout them down, write them off as deluded, paranoic and schizophrenic.

If so, if they are crazy, it is no embarrassing thing. R.D. Lang once wrote that “insanity is a perfectly natural adjustment to an unnatural and negative environment” and his words are prescient for our times. Insanity is not the end but rather a nexus, a synaptic firing pointing us to something more. The official lines and the accepted truths are losing their prominence. Because of it, the dastardly villians vying for world control are using all types of media, legislative and authoritative tactics to divert attention from the awakening, from the revelation. Our world is too information rich and they are losing their grip on the false code they have established. It will fall to pieces and shatter. Those closest to the center of it will feel the worst of its effects. The useful idiots who think that nice-sounding words should be praised more than good deeds will come face to face with their stupidity and know true freedom.

 

The Delphi Hoax


The Delphi technique is used to bring incoherent ideas to a general group consensus. It’s a significant strategy to be aware of us as we go from here on out. A forum, panel or meeting is given the gloss of democratic dialogue but this is only a sham. Invididuals are encouraged to air their views but those that don’t fit into the grander scale of things are distorted in a clever way to bring them into agreement with the group consensus.

The solution, we discover, has already been predetermined. Experienced facillators use group dynamic tactics to play individuals against one another to make certain ideas seem unpopular. At the end of the session, after slick herding to the predetermined ideas, it is hoped that the most adamant defecters will accomodate what is thought as the emerging group personality and scrap their own views to preserve group unity.

The MSM because of its ubiquitous role in American homes use this technique effectively. It has been apparent when there is a narrow web of support for war. A bit of inquisitive research will show time and again that wars have been in the interest of a small invested group of persons and in the disinterests of the public at large. The MSM can successfully move a good portion of the population into support of the war by 24/7 demonization of the suggested threat(s).

The dissenting voices are staged as being the minority view and caricatured by evasive talking pundits. A thoughtful pacifist is made to look like a bumbling idiot through repeated interruptions, fear conjuring and biased scene selection. The outcome is that many Americans because of the onslaught of supportive programming are led to believe that the majority of the population are in favor of immediate action. Instead of disrupting the harmony of what appears to be the group consensus they fold to it. Charles Lindbergh, after giving one of the most empassioned anti-war speeches in 1941 quickly turned in favor of the US entering World War II after the Pearl Harbor incident.

It is because the Delphi technique can work in a slow, methodical fashion so as not rise any suspicion or it can be instantaneous that it is so effective. The trauma of disaster is a conducive environment for Delphi facillators to implement their agendas. The built-up defenses and rigid moral armor one might have with an unpopular program are unfrozen by a sudden, radiating and traumatic experience. During the period of disorienting shock an individual’s personal “code” is broken, vulnerable and under seige.

With the weakening chips in the armor the code is reworked to favor what might have been opposed to before. The traumatized person is not aware of what is taking place as the ability to think critically is suspended in a period of shock. They do not resist suggestions coming from outside their frame of reference; they are willing to be led to any place that alleviates the extremity of the perceived threat. Once the traumatizing experience begins to give way to some semblance of equilibrium, the “new mind” is reinforced through encouragement, support, reward or social acceptance. It is further cemented through contempt, ridicule or rejection if one deviates from the syllabus of the “new mind.”

The technique is pervasive and taking place all around us. A familiar example is the case of 9/11. A society in relative symbiosis, with the normal strain of corruption and crime, is never gung-ho for war. War is not an activity that is on our daily periphery. Most of us naturally are morally opposed to war. The state of the American collective psyche before 9/11 was not rabidly war mad. A decent part of us had never heard the name Al Qaeda or Taliban. But all it took was a couple of buildings collapsing and the moral hazard that is war became not only inevitable but reached a religious cacaphony.

Sensibility was crushed, wisdom was choked and careful, thoughtful deliberation was not an option. We were mixed up and under vertigo. The facillators immediately went to work filling us with the “new mind”: Muslim hi-jackers, Al Qaeda, bomb threats, patriotism, unilateral war, unwavering support, “you’re either with us or against us.” All of this was not really a new mind at all but just the next segment of the predetermined plan. And any one who opposed military aggression was seen as aiding and abetting our new enemies. If they did not fold to the emerging group personality, their Americanism was threatened, their citizenship was called into question and they were systemically picked off by being branded “traitors.”

And now a few years removed, a significant portion of the population is recovering from that vertigo. They’re waking up to the realization that they’ve been had. The fuzzy way of viewing the world is somewhat clearer and with the refocus comes the recognition that there are a few crooked pictures on the wall. And if you’re like me, you can’t walk by the same slanting picture before an anal retentiveness develops. Tilt it back and forth to make it linear. Might even bring out a balance to make sure that it is mathematically horizontal. It is easy enough with a simple picture. But it’s perplexing when there are a thousand slanting pictures covering the wall and when one is set straight the rest of them start to turn with it. It’s not immediately understood but each picture is connected somehow. The eyes dart back and forth between them and there are similar color patterns in some frames that line up with the color patterns in others; it is an overwhelming jigzaw puzzle.

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Any attempt to try and put this new revelation together is met with resistance from those who have contented themselves with the story long enough that it is beyond the statute of limitations. The character of the Inquisition is entrenched within this resistance. Questioning anything is shifted from a rational inquiry to an emotional insensitivity. One is abusing the memory of the dead, one is letting our enemies off the hook, one is challenging the pillars of country. This line of reasoning is an attempt to hold up the tale given as infallible. Pointing out contradictions, collusions, coincidences and synchronicities is nit-picking. To go beyond mere awareness and try to reconstruct a new reality around new evidence or evidence that was overlooked in the state of trauma is to practice a forbidden science. The earth will pause on its axis if we go searching for Persephone. It’s a way to poison the well with enough slander, salaciousness and downright stupidity that anyone else will see it as character assassination to go the way of curiosity.

Have you ever woken up to a house full of the peacefully dreaming? Even tip-toeing through the inert stillness of night is a problem because you’re sure to startle someone. But you’ve a midnight yearning and a glass of water sounds refreshing or a ham sandwich. Trying your best to be stealth and delicate with kitchen untensils something crashes to the ground anyway. The noise irritates some light sleeper and they call out to you to “Be quiet!” “Go back to bed!” “You’re making too much damn noise!” And so you’ve a dilemma now: an appetite in need of resolution but to satisfy it might irritate others. Not only will you have one person, you’ll maybe have a whole mob pissed off and demanding that you “Go back to sleep!” For many though it may inconvenience their own pleasure, it’s preferable to “go back to sleep” rather than having the whole house calling for lynching.

 

A Wrinkle In Our Time


One of the most sensible arguments against government culpability in some of the more appalling evils in the world is that they are not organized enough to pull off agendas with the magnitude of 9/11. There would be hundreds, if not thousands of people to buy off. There would be a number of different intelligence agencies, security companies, and the airline itself involved as well as businesses that operated in the Towers. It’s difficult enough when there are only a dozen potential whistleblowers but how could they orchestrate a plan with the potential of hundreds of whistleblowers?

I’ve considered it and disposed of the idea of government disorganization as a reason to take them out of the suspect file. Still I don’t believe that it’s possible for them to get together and decide a cohesive framework without multiple contradictions flowing out. If you review the statements of those who worked on the commission to investigage the events of 9/11 and comments of many decorated officials about their attempts to gather evidence, there is no real consensus about what took place on that day. Even if the assembly of opinions were more convergent, it would not put the official storyline in the realm of non-analysis.

But because the official tale is easier to accept over the growing probability that there might have been high-level collusion, to go the way of independent investigation is frowned upon. And the more one goes into the function of government, it becomes clear that it is not inefficient by accident. Its incompetence is systemically deliberate. The proclamations that have built an industry around its inception have long since been relegated to the back office. To the dustbin in many cases.

Any of the references to its Montesquieu vision are used now to preserve only an appearance of and for the utility of assuring the masses that “democracy” still works. Loaded with the debt of high-profile political assassinations in the ark of the previous generation of people trying to assert their “democratic” ideals and the glaring evidences of stolen elections and monetary fraud, it still fights the behemoth of disenchantment by cavalierly sustaining the myth of democracy. These traits that are leading to public unrest are the symptoms of a banana republic, not a democracy. If it consoles one to hold that pretension, I can’t half blame you. But to review the last fifty years of mass scandal while yet canonizing democracy and holding it up as the best possible world is to sell ourselves short in the present and to piss off our future.

This is the hard part for those who feel overwhelmed by how the obvious debauchery grandstands and refuses to acknowledge its evil disposition. We may even be dealing with our own internal evils. Or we may feel that our estate has left us with inadequate advantage. Or the conflict of not knowing whether we can be of service to the world by working within the system or without. Krishnamurti asks whether when coming along a snake on the road would we turn off to avoid it or would we continue into its path where the charismatic smile may throw us off the scent of the venom in its kiss. It is the George Orwell cynicism that “In our age there is no such thing as ‘keeping out of politics.’ All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred and schizophrenia.”

That paints a dreadful existence. That our only way out is to go within the system is a devilish irony. But that is all it is. It is not a paradox with all of its contradictions flowing to a center point where truth is harmonized. Its contradictions cannot be harmonized; there are a dozen different symphonies playing at once and the sound is nerve-wrecking. Not only is participation an unbearable aggravation, spectating is also debilitating. To enter into the field of play you must accept a rule book that can only be changed by them. The rule book itself seems to offer you a few protections but because powerful men much like them designed the rule book in the first place, they can ignore your protections at will. Plea for constitutional provision and what does it mean? It means nothing, it is not a bilateral contract, there are no explicit agreements between they and I and they are not obligated to uphold its provisions. We’ve been invoking a rule book that does nothing but encourage the very smokescreen we wish to dissipate.

And so if your experience leads you to protesting their over-reaching power, be forewarned. The rule book is not in your favor. Consent of the governed has no implication to their agendas. Set up your artifices outside their chambers and they laugh within at your foolishness. You legitimize their authority. You continue to enter into an involuntary contract that extends their power every time you send a letter of greivance. What is it to the master that the slave complains about his dwindling luxuries? The very fact that you come to the master in protest demonstrates your powerlessness; you reinforce your abject dependency with each complaint. In spite of our most revolutionary poetry, it is not the behavior of the empowered to argue with their government; it is the behavior of the disempowered who feel so abused they must go to their very abusers and request gentler treatment.

I encourage becoming a wrinkle in our time. Not because its fashionable or trendy but because our very existence and livelihood depends on it. Don’t agree? There is no controversy. You are not obliged to accept my mutterings. But we are in Camazotz, accepted or not. And we can parody the group delusion that says let’s stay on the train that leads humanity over the precipice or we can be Dr. Murry and refuse to succumb to the groupthink processes happening around us. Many have and have been persecuted for doing so. But if anyone is to find freedom, fear of evil, danger, death and prison must subside. This is an almost unbearable task and even for the most experienced warriors, the remnants of fear are sure to creep in at times. But many have held up the sceptre of truth under the unrelenting propaganda campaign by the Uniformity League that seeks to squash opinion and perspective inimical to their plans.

I don’t believe that any of us have a responsibility to preserve the system as we know it. Our only real responsibility is to ourselves and as we learn, become, drop out, and let go of the entanglements we come in to contact with our continuous initiation into the universal holograph, and understand our connection to others, family, friends, strangers and enemies alike. Those who are only encouraged about making anything happen in the world because they might fall into the favor of some prestigious businessman or they only want the bubble economy propped back up so that they can keep their Hi-Def TV or luxury sedan are ignoring this emergency koan that is here to instruct us in a better way. Being consumed with these things is the very reason we are here at this moment; it is both a warning and an opportunity.

Simply being positive while we endure abuse will not be our salvation. Stepping outside of the studio set that’s been set up to keep us away from any real living has been the missing birthright for some and may be for others. It’s agonizing to digest the new reality but fortunately that is only part of the process, for the reality is not an ultimate blueprint and though the Black Thing may be operating, it does not dictate our own vitality and resonance. We do not have to be reprimanded by the control operations. The control operation is based on mechanistic clockwork. It is a concept for subjugation, a black and white formula. Tactics that are utilized can be painful and subversive. But if Ewen Cameron’s mind control experiments in the 1950s and 1960s are any indication, even the most collaborative and brutal techniques are incapable of subduing the spirit that has tasted and knows freedom and wishes to remain in its presence.

We are not stagnant vehicles of energy. We are not pieces of furniture to be moved from factory to factory. Where ever the launching platform was I can’t ultimately say. But the bow was drawn somewhere and the arrow (us) is projecting across an infinite spectrum. The Uniformity League wants a frozen pictogram absent of momentum. Unthinking, unquestioning, always accepting new laws, clauses, regulations and restrictions, always for our protection and safety, rarely for our benefit. Trying to understand the arrow from the frozen pictogram that the Uniformity League has produced is fruitless as its very active element is lost; there is no longer a living, breathing, vibrant, fluctuating human being.

Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle tells us that it is impossible to measure both the position and velocity of an object with any accuracy or certainty. How many times do we approach a friend under the assumption that they will be the same as they were when last we saw them? We must release each other from the tyranny of our assumptions. It plays into the schemata of the Uniformity League that has crushed self-actualization since its inception. As the institution is a corporation, it is fictitious and the only way that they can conduct any business with the real, living, pulsating beings that we are is to enforce a system of artificiality and stagnancy.

As we our rediscovering ourselves at each moment, we must show others the same mercy. T.S. Eliot wrote in his poem Four Quartets, “There is, it seems to us, at best, limited value in the knowledge derived from experience. For knowledge imposes a pattern, and falcifies. For the pattern is new at every moment and at every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all that we’ve every been.” Receptivity to the change that we are incapable of putting off and embracing the unexpected blasts that rattle the skeletons of a dead past, the Uniformity League’s apparitions will vanish into oblivion.