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October 11th, 2008
11:09 pm - INFECT
Beauty enwraps and enthralls in this dance of life; and yet many of us live on the sidelines, so taken by the world around us, the siulation of life, that we forget the joys and terrors of living, of loving, of breathing. We limit ourselves, edit ourselves down; we quieten our voices, deaden our hearts and accept. We forget to dance, forget to laugh, forget to let go, to create in the absolute bliss of the moment. We esacpe. We escape from the tears, from the pounding hearts in ears; we seek to escape into lovers arms, or books, television, or news or world events; and yet all the time, underneath the surface of our calm exterior, of our contrived reality, with our opinions, our reactions, our jobs, we forget that there is life here... life which is buzzing and humming with unexplored meaning, waiting for us to leap into it, to dissolve our own set limitations and to take up that dance, that challenge.
Life has become a routine, a rat race, racing towards death and destruction; oblivious, blind, reactionary, escapist; consuming and killing and raping. In is passivity, the western world has become murderers, each and all of us. We are the ones oppressing tibet; us with our standard of life, with our cars and our wonderful window exhibits of the latest fashions. It is us, a culture of death, of violence, of theft and of slavery. Our wonderful masters give us all we want to keep us fat and complacent; they make us comfortable; and we let them do what it takes to allow us to live as we do. This culture is as fake, as disgusting, as picture perfect as wax fruit; it looks like the real thing, but it has no value, no life. It is a dead simulation.
Each of us gets wrapped up within this; we believe the lies, each and every day. Even I do. It is easy to forget what the cost of all of this is; why we are being fattened up and made comfortable. With their money we buy things that look nice, that pad our prison cells with distractions. The higher the cost of our culture, the bigger the TV's will get to distract us from the blood which pours by each of our front doors; distract us from the piles of bodies which are amassing as we steal and take what we need to keep this beast alive.
The economy is failing because it deserves to be. The cost of our lifestyle has been too high, and we are feeling the price. China holds the fate of the western world in its hands; it is selling us back our own money. It is lending america money which was acquired by selling the shit we do not need and cant do without. McDonalds toys are enslaving children and funding unjust wars. Yet the masses continue to consume.
We live in a world of zombies, unaware of anything but the simulations which have been created for them by media and institutions. Person by person are falling victim as the beast grows; and as it becomes more unstable, it begins to fall apart. It struggles to hold itself together; and when it falls, all those who have gorged themelves at its table will feel what it means to have played their part with the deceiver; and he will laugh as it all comes crumbling down, for her too is a servant of the Light, clothed in darkness tempting those who can be swayed. What will be born from this? From the seed of chaos which is this Beasts legacy?
We will be born. The mutants; the viral culture. The maladapted products of a corrupt and bitter world. Yet our voices have not yet been heard, because their lies fill our heads and their tongues fill our beds. Their shames, their sins have been passed on to us; their standards are our shackles, held in place by the power of their persuasion. They have used guilt and fear and shame to keep our mouths shut, to mute us so we can not speak, can not fight back. They do not want us communicating, they do not want us to raise our voices and scream because we may be heard; we may disrupt the flow, disrupt the patterns, disrupt the routine.
Anyone can be an agent of tis simulacrum, because the enemy is not a person, but a way of life; the battleground is not on land, but in minds; it is a war of memes. The voice of the enemy can come even from those we love; it is an attitude, one with which we have all been infected with. It is encoded in any product of this culture; in every ad, on every TV station. It has one message: OBEY. It tells us not to stand up, to fear; it is the voice that edits our hearts from taking that stand. It is the hopelessness, the jaded cynicism of your best friend or lover. It is anyone or anything that tells you that you cant make a difference. "Who are you to try?" it says. "You think you are so good dont you?" "What makes you so special?" It can come from any direction. It is the invisible enemy.
This is War, a war of reality; a war of possibility. It is the war on Dreams, and Dreamers. It is a war on those who jar people awake; who raise the issues others dare not bring up. Our kind, the mutants and madmen, the poets and magicians, the artists and philosophers, lovers of wisdom and justice, have found themselves scattered, with no voice, no podium; no common banner, so sign of recognition. Have we been here? Are we operating here? This war is one of secrecy, because we can not stand out too much, or we will be swarmed. So we infect, silently, secretly; we infect in offices, in restaurants; on city walls, in subways, in abandoned houses. We start businesses, and we sell our revolution.
This is the Virus; the Meme of Awakening. It is intelligence which is rising up, transcending, becoming. Out of us is the future, if we stop living in the simulation and break free, through into creation, into life; break free of this shell of sterility, of consumerism; learn to take down the system, redefine the system, infect the system. What can one do when the very system one lives within is the face of evil and corruption; what does one do when the common norm is to blindly accept, to passively support murder and lies? One reverses, one becomes all that the system is not. We show them what the Lie is by becoming the Truth. "Vi Veri Vniversum Vivus Vici" We fight back by juxtaposition. They try to keep us apart; so we band together. We make a Meme which we can all stand behind; which we can all rally under; as the symbol for the caretakers of this world; because this so called counter culture is the foundation of a new future; and it has been given to us to fix, or at least clear away, the old.
Sometimes I shake with built up energy; with so much raw emotion about the blindness of this way of life. I want to run up to people on the street and try to shake them, to scream at them to look around, to look at their lives, at their habits, at their hypnosis. I want to burst outwards over culture, infecting and jarring, causing thought, dissent, revolution. We need something people; we need to do something soon. These humans, this culture, is falling apart, and the alternatives need to be shouted from the rooftop. We need to all get together now; make the sacrifices necessary to not be hypocrits; to live what we say; to find some way to transition ourselves away from this dead world and to try and fix things. To get to the root of the matter, to kick the glitch in the system which causes all this waste.
We can do it, all of us together, if we try; if we really want to. There are enough of us. Let us infect the world with ourselves; with our message as to the inherent divinity within each of us; let us stamp out for good these lies about the fallen nature of man; the shame, the fear, the distrust, the guilt; let us stamp out all the hard work which they have put in to brainwashing us with these negative, unhealthy and complacent patterns. Things are NOT OKAY, god damnit! Do not just wake up tomorrow and forget again! We are starving people, bombing people, enslaving people as we speak! Childrens hands bled so you could have a zipper on your clothing! Your cheap plastic crap is demolishing one of the oldest and last pure spiritual heritages of our species! THEY ARE SELLING YOU WATER!!! Its not just going to be all right if we just love on another, because the system is the problem!!!
Stop being complacent cows! Stop your grazing, stop your feeding! The time for thought is done; we need something more--- we need people. Dont say you are only one person, because together we are many people! There are so many of us, all over this globe; so many who are tired and disgusted by this way of life; yet no one has done the one thing that needs to be done- make something NEW. Redesign, and the sell it! Let us dream a new world, and use the power of our minds and our hands to make it happen; start from scratch. Scratch the government, scratch the economy, start again! Drop out, but dont forget to build, to design, to define; dont just get high, dont forget you also have to tune is after turning on!
I am so tired of this stupid voice in my head that tells me I am not good enough; that stops rom creating and shouting in any way that I can to get my message out! INFECT!!!
INFECT REALITY! INFECT THE SIMULATION! THIS IS OUR WORLD, OUR EVOLUTION! Stop being complacent, stop being so self-pitying, stop being self deprecating- that is what they want. If you give up your power, they win! Every day remember what the cost of this is; remember, and dont let anyone else determine the direction this is going in. Take responsibility, and accept the future...
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You've taken the words RIGHT out of my mouth! And now I breathe in again and scream into the winds of change. You are not alone, my friends. |
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