Transcendence is Escapism

Life is significantly easier when you don’t give a shit.  Not only are you spared the physical, intellectual and emotional effort of caring, you are also spared the spiritual effort of sifting through the good and shitty people and things in your life.

When you don’t care, you don’t care if others don’t care either.  You don’t build up any resentment to their lack of care.  You get to feel comfortably numb in blissful ignorance.  You don’t have the added social cost of having to mask your disdain and disapproval.  You can chuckle, rather than wince, at their callousness and cruelty and disregard.

The spiritual effort of discernment is so taxing that many religions have successfully spared their followers of it, naming it ‘Judgement’ and leaving the dreadful task to God, or similar distant entities.

Discernment is in fact so precious it’s innate in all sorts of species, not just mankind. 

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Sunflowers discern which way the sun is glowing and turn themselves to face it.  Plants can actually discern and communicate all kinds of things about their environment, even things like where their trellis is, and other survival instincts—this is absolutely true, and now that science ‘proves it’ you are allowed to believe it, even though those in tune with the natural world already sensed it aeons ago.

http://www.bbc.com/earth/story/20141111-plants-have-a-hidden-internet

https://e360.yale.edu/features/exploring_how_and_why_trees_talk_to_each_other

Birds of a feather do indeed flock together, even domesticated ones all raised together tend to stick with their own kind most of the time.

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Human babies are so highly discerning they recognize their own kind from the most tender age, reaching out automatically to other babies, or puppies, or other young or small things, as if they are already quite conscious of their current place in the universe.

What are the emotions which humans make such concerted efforts toward escaping or transcending?  Sadness, weakness, loneliness, illness, vulnerability, anxiety, fear, pain, discomfort, failure.

But rarely, apathy.  Apathy, as dangerous as it can be, is of another category.

Apathetic populations serve an important purpose in civilization.  Not only are they the perfect minions of any corrupt power structure by never questioning their surroundings or roles, but they also serve brilliantly in undermining the efforts of the relatively few who do actually give a shit.

Apathetic slaves are the best sort.  The less you care about those around you and your environment, the easier the masters have it.  It makes for better order followers, because you’re still smart enough to never bite the hand that feeds you, but passive enough to go along with anything told to you from above.  Hand over your children?  Ok, what can you do, and besides, you can just have more.

The culture-shapers have been breeding apathetic populations as long as man has been breeding domesticated livestock.  Obedience, docility, positivity, faith, industriousness are in the category along with apathy, as with all the other desired traits that make the livestock more manageable, desensitized, acquiescent and profitable.

The “Namaste Billionaires” (a phrase I’ve borrowed) say they give a shit, and they want to fix it all.  They know how, because they say so.  They’ve transcended, and they’re billionaires, so of course they know how. They’ve reached the pinnacle of materialism and spiritual ascendency in tandem and they’re going to create order from the chaos.

These are the latest brand of culture-shaping snake oil salesmen and if their predecessors had not been breeding in apathy for centuries the populations would still have the discernment to see this as clearly as if it were pulsing in neon from the heavens.

How can you tell, as easily as if you were discerning white from black?  Look to nature.  Order already existed.  It still exists even now, though the perpetual tinkering makes it less and less obvious every year.

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These false prophets create the chaos in order to save you from it, so that you then confirm your role as indentured servant to their system.

So, don’t give a shit just a little bit longer.  This Thanksgiving, show the proper gratitude to your betters for the relatively comfortable free-range servitude they’ve granted you.  Raise your children right—to jump when the master calls— ‘front and center!’ To bow when your master gestures, to serve courageously at his side when required, and cower silently in the corner when ordered.

Drugs and distractions, or enlightenment, take your pick.  If you’re truly blessed you might even be able to kiss their feet someday.  Dare to dream!

Still, if you don’t make it quite that far on the righteous path, as your just rewards you’ll still get all the baubles and accolades worthy of your slave station and gain the admiration of all your enslaved peers.  Congratulations and . . . 

Long live the Queen!

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Shades of Deception II

Scene II: Moving to the culture at large . . .

Me: “That’s abuse!”

Them: Chorus of Flying Monkeys and Power Worshipping Apologetics

Normalizing: “It’s called discipline, and we all turned out just fine.”

Reframing: “It’s an ‘Adverse Childhood Experience’.” (And there’s a drug for that.)

Repression: “I just don’t see what good it does to dwell on it. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.” (And let’s have another cocktail!)

Dissociation: “Can you believe this horrific X character on the news?!” (X=but is not limited to: Jeffrey Epstein, Jimmy Savile, Harvey Weinstein, Charles Manson, and I won’t bore y’all with even a partial list, cause it goes on . . . And bloody on, and on.)

http://dauntlessdialogue.com/systemic-pedophilia-part-3/ 

http://dauntlessdialogue.com/evidence-of-the-mass-arrests-of-pedophiles-a-master-list/

Spanking, the gateway to control through violence. Just discipline. Fine and natural.

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Yes, clearly, they did the best they could. And still are.

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Right?

 

 

 

 

It’s a Life Skills Problem

I couldn’t agree more with Max Igan when he repeats that losing our life skills is assuredly one of the most serious vulnerabilities of modern civilization.  

Of course, I can’t agree with his ‘no private property’ stance, but that’s another post.

Igan’s outlook reminds me when I was first introduced to the theory of Spiral Dynamics, when my fellow students (mostly middle-aged women of a relatively superior income class) immediately ‘recognized’ themselves in the ‘highly evolved’ stage of ‘Turquoise’.  Big surprise. 

I was far too polite when I refrained from pointing out what was obvious to me even as a novice, having already been ploughing away on the wee homestead by then for several years.

Your Turquoise is built on a house of cards, Madame,” is what was obvious to me immediately, and which I longed to express.  If it were built on a house of sand you’d be far safer, I’d then add.

Even my favorite synopsis of this social theory fails to highlight the significance of ‘Beige’ — the foundations of civilization.  This stage is considered to be subsistence living, hand-to-mouth, barely advanced to basic tribal existence.

The theorist here, Don Beck, demonstrates respect, even some reverence to their ancient wisdom, but with the assumption, it seems obvious to me, that an evolved civilization has technological immunity to such bio-psycho-social devolution that would accompany this exceptional vulnerability of modern life.  

You think butchering and gardening, farming and foraging are skills beneath you, Family Silicon Valley?  

Or, in the tolerant, nostalgic age they are, at best, quaint lost skills to pine about and imitate in your Petri dishes? Ya’ll can’t possible recognize your feeble attempts bound to fail as you attempt to fit all of creation into your teensy-BIG Smart World?

Think again, former friends.  Here are the real skills armies and resilient cultures are built on.  

Here’s your reality, Family Turquoise, if the grid goes down, you can’t survive, not even for a fortnight.  Psychic breakdown would occur almost immediately, due to lack of any authentic earthly connections or spiritual foundations in your personal or family or community unit.

Then the true reality of your vulnerability would hit home for real.  You have NO LIFE SKILLS, at all! Not spiritually, not physically, not emotionally. 

Most Americans these days can’t even cook from scratch.  This skill was lost in barely two generations.  And what’s worse, they can’t even fathom what happens to the individual mind, let alone the family and in turn the collective consciousness, when faced head-on with annihilation.

The more ‘superior’ one calls themselves in the modern world is directly related to how vulnerable they really are.  Perhaps that’s what the well-quoted Bible translation meant in claiming, “The meek shall inherit the earth.”

As a wise woman in an era of uncertainty, who are you going to put your confidence in—the wealthy CEO of Fiction, USA with a San Francisco loft worth a few million on paper—or the ‘poor’ man who can trap, shoot, butcher and even cook the meat for your table?

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That the ‘A Class’ woman chooses poorly in this situation doesn’t surprise me at all considering our current state of affairs and the fact that of the many supporters as well as volumes discussing this social theory of Spiral Dynamics, I’ve yet to find one who gets the full nuance of Beige.

Modern folk just don’t want to go there.  It’s like the old lyrics, “How ya gonna keep them down on the farm once they’ve seen gay Paris?”  It’s hard work after all.

It’s not just whistling Dixie in your Tu-Tu, thanks anyway, Grandma.

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Yeah, that’s Granny, the gorgeous one, 4th from the left.

 

So we get Soy-Boys who are good at sales, rather than competent men who can bring home the real bacon.  The ‘elite-class’ calls this ‘evolution’.  This is ‘spiritual’ advancement.  

Why might they promote this among the plebs and their entertainers? Heaven knows!

If one isn’t capable of hurting a fly, then we’ve evolved to societal sainthood, according to these shysters. This is their Utopia. 

As for the adult-children bolstering these Pied Pipers?  How long shall the competent among a functional colony support them, I wonder?

http://www.alt-market.com/index.php/articles/3969-why-is-the-elitist-establishment-so-obsessed-with-meat

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall . . .
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall . . .

And I said, “Serves ya right, fat ass in fantasy land.”

 

 

 

Unpacking the Hustle

When unpacking the role of the hustle in modern American life, it helps to start with some categories.  So far, I’ve found three.  There’s the GoodSort, the BadSort, and the AssSort.

I haven’t seen the latest film of that name, but it looks to be of the modern AssSort. This plot has never been done, I’m sure.  Except constantly for the previous 50 years or so.

Here’s an old example of the AssSort: Social programming your parents and grandparents to never grow up.

Here’s an example of the BadSort: Another profitable small farm being fleeced to death by taxes and regulations.

And to end on an inspirational note, the GoodSort: Another angry woman taking serious and righteous action, to the very end, if need be.

Upgrade to Vocation

I like the old adage: “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”  I think it’s true.  I’ve actually said it before to Handy Hubby and it makes for a pretty effective guilting tool.

But there’s an equally true non-adage I think to be more fitting to most folks in this country currently:  All play and no work makes Jack a jackass.”

Don’t get me wrong please.  I do know there’s plenty of fine folks working multiple meaningless jobs just to keep their family afloat.  I’m not talking about them.  I’m also not talking about those who are seriously mentally and physically suffering, because there’s plenty of those folks around, too.

But I do mean those of us who are in the majority, like me, relatively mildly mentally and physically suffering, still able to get up each day and do stuff.

Here’s my point.  There are three main stages in life between birth and death as far as I can tell so far.  It begins with Service to Self (infancy, childhood, adolescence), it moves to Service to Others (family, friends, community), and these stage are both motivated primarily by a ‘will to power’.  Then, as the third and most crucial stage, we mature into Service to the Greater Good.

Bush’s answer to Americans when starting another insane war was: “Go shopping!”  Hillary Clinton claimed: “We have a huge fun deficit in America.” They were appealing to Service to Self.  

JFK’s famous quote, encouraging to his future Peace Corps volunteers for decades to come, was an appeal to Service to Others:Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.”

This is where too many of us are getting stuck.  And our rulers have designed it this way quite deliberately.

The coup d’état in slow motion we are witnessing unfold now at a rapidly increasing clip has been in the works for many generations.

“Contrary to common belief even among the educated, Huxley and Orwell did not prophesy the same thing.  Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression.  But in Huxley’s vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history.  As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacity to think.”  Neil Postman Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business (1985)

Instead of wisdom years filled with . . .well . . . wisdom, we’ve got Alzheimer’s and chronic fatigue, and a dozen and one other ailments of mind, body and spirit.

The middle aged and elderly, those still healthy enough to have a life, are devoting it to a retirement filled with meaningless pursuits—gambling, cruises, the Shopping Network, or latest sport, game or craft craze, looping right back into Service to Self or Service to Others, without ever maturing into the final, and by far most crucial, stage of life.

Without our wise elders we are doomed as a culture and a society.  We don’t need them getting plastic surgery and posting their new faces and evening dining choices on social media.  We need them learning from their mistakes, seeing reality through the lifetime of a mature adult, sharing their hardest lessons as well as their greatest gifts.  We need them to realize it’s not a popularity contest anymore, to take off the masks once in a while, to call out the bullshit they see, to relentlessly speak truth to power, and truth to youth.

Retirement should not mean a decade or two of crossword puzzles and golf.  Service to the Greater Good—that means greater than self and others. Not following orders, not following trends, following the highest calling of the divine Self—the vocation— the will to meaning.  It’s not ‘do what you love and the money will come’ it’s ‘do what matters, beyond the money, beyond the need for approval.’

Without examples of this, with so few mature adults modeling this 3rd stage, what do we expect to happen?

Do most of us in middle age now have examples of wise elders in our lives?  I have a few, but that’s only because I consistently seek them out.  I’d say the majority don’t even know what a vocation is, they see the ‘o’ as an ‘a’.

In fact, a vocation is far more precious.  It’s the secret garden where your skill, your joy, your wisdom, and the humble desire for a better future to leave behind, all magically coincide.  It’s the sweet spot of life’s greatest magic that only you can offer.  It’s the quilt, or the tapestry, or the garden, or the painting, rainbow, symphony—whatever metaphor suits you most— as the scene moves from seemingly random splotches of design and craft, to the point where the image takes shape at last, nearly ready for show and tell.  

It’s your life as the willed ephemeral expression of the divine.

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But so many are missing this, as it’s been systematically stolen and replaced by entertainment, endless material pursuits, silly vanity, diversions of the Order of Bread and Circus, that if I were a kid today I’d be saying: “Grow up, Grandpa!”

Conspiracy Theorists’ Theme Song Vote, or something

1. Baby Got Back

Whaaa?  I like big buts . . . Get it?

But . . . How did the magic bullet get ricocheted from the high rise to the grassy knoll, through the driver then the head and then Jackie stayed in sticky, bloody cloths all day? Have you ever tried that, even for like, half a day?

But . . . How did their passports just appear on the pavement of serious destruction, like serious fire and brimstone shyte, while the rest of the rubble was being shipped to China? 

But . . . What’s up with building 7?

But . . . Who is John Galt?

I LIKE big BUTs, yo! You, no?!

2. You need us, Gilligan’s Island

So obvious already, right?  If I need you and you need me and we need us and all this fuss, well, clearly we are a happy needy collective stuck together on a tiny island singing crappy songs that were shoved down our throats since childhood.  

3. B-52s, everything they ever did.  Own private Idaho, is your mind, what, I’m not your little girl? Limburger? WTF is she screaming that we called music and lyrics? That played in our malls and on our radios and now reinstalls itself in triplicate on my current rainbow filters, you assclowns!  Induce psychosis, call this alternative music.

4. Back in Black Aka, Nihilism 3.0.  Take the black pill, everything old is new again, we can dissect JFK until the cows come home in 2525.  If man is still alive.

Nothing new under the sun, son.

Rock the crowhouse, casbah.

5. Trump

I met a girl, of about 7

Her grandfather loved to sit on her, and laugh

Her uncle loved to throw seaweed on her head, and laugh

She was such a funny odd girl, they all said.

Why not throw seaweed on her head?

How she screams and gets so cross!

Can’t she see it is but moss?

Little fool, join the games.

Your kin delight in your chagrin

Sensitive girl

you see the lies we buy

but you don’t understand

how we love them.

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Feminine Psychology (Part 3)

There are two ways your ruler uses to control: Love or Fear

In the traditional view of masculine/feminine roles love was the mom’s job and fear was the dad’s.

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We hear a lot of talk these days about ‘toxic masculinity’ and very little about ‘toxic femininity’.  Why might this be?

“Boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails; Girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.” popular British nursery rhyme

In the 1960s the British Invasion was strategic cultural warfare “Her” way.  But this ‘soft kill’ strategy goes way back and I seriously doubt it was the British who invented it.

It’s not out-right battle with bloodshed and causalities, resulting in clear enemies and much visible damage that then must be repaired at considerable expense.

Herway warfare is done undercover, using mind weapons like manipulation, plausible deniability, gaslighting, strategic defense.  It prefers enticement rather than open hostility, seduction rather than force.  It is the land of triangulation, conspiracy, witchcraft, word salads, cryptic codes and cunning smiles.

This is how most war and conflict works today, this is why it’s relevant and why I care about it.

Feminine vs. masculine tactics can be defined as simply covert vs. overt.  As the famous JFK quote goes:  “For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system that has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations.”  

He was speaking about Communism, a perfect example of a feminine worldview.

Nursery rhymes, day cares, music, movies, games, indoctrination camps calling themselves institutes of learning.

“If you want to beat your enemy just raise their children.”  Chinese proverb

https://www.theeventchronicle.com/video/hollywood-magick-and-social-engineering-robert-sepehr/

https://steemit.com/informationwar/@richq11/highway-to-hell-the-effect-of-music-on-popular-culture

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Michael Tsarion “The rise of Feminism is, as said, directly caused by this scenario. The devoured daughter must hide her pain, misery and hatred from herself. The truth about her envious, possessive, schizoid mother must be rationalized. So, to compensate for legitimate feelings of repulsion, a daughter entrains herself to see no evil in anything females think, do or create. It’s all good, and whatever evil there is comes from men. Most feminized women hold onto this fiction for dear life, and will not willingly relinquish it. There’s too much to lose by so doing. Living in the ashes as a half-self is better than facing the icy reproaches of a terrible mother.”

Weaponized protection. Mother’s gone, cannot protect juvenile as intended by nature.  State takes over her job.  It takes over the job to the tune of child/student as $$ and cares so very much about your child’s welfare they eventually install metal detectors and armed guards.  Perfect!

https://tabublog.com/2015/12/26/the-manufactured-invention-of-the-beatles-stones-grateful-dead-and-the-birth-of-rock-n-roll-by-the-tavistock-institute-a-jesuit-corporation/

Break down the family unit, starting at home.

Turn the home into a battleground and call it Liberation, Baby!

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Did it work?  If all this social engineering pushing a new feminine value system was meant for the good of the culture, the health of the family, the flourishing of the individual, then, it seems we would know them by their fruits.

I’m thinking that was/is not their intention at all.

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Celebrated comedian Sarah Silverman clues us in on the state of the culture.