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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Preview of "Anarcho-Tantric Hedonism: Addendum" (Sect. 13: Essential Differentiation and the Intrinsic Sin of Global Homogeneity)

In the wake of a lack of new (or, rather, published content), I have decided to give you all a preview of what I've been working on as of late (neglecting a scholarship essay worth $3000 in the process). 

It's been 7 months since I wrote the first draft of Anarcho-Tantric Hedonism: A Treatise, and since, I've had plenty of new ideas stewing in my brain which are now finding expression in an upcoming Addendum treatise. 

Enjoy Section 13, my fellow counterculturalists:


The homeless man of the Pacific Northwest, in a climatological respect, is in worse straits than the homeless man residing in Los Angeles where, despite the occasional rainstorm, the climate is fair enough year-round to facilitate a satisfactory sustainment of the physical body. In respect to social forces and the rate of violent crime for a myriad of mingled and networked reasons, however, the homeless man of the Pacific Northwest is (speaking generally despite the thesis of this particular section) in a better place. In particular I make reference from perspective in my own life, imagining myself homeless on the streets of Powell River, where, despite being satisfactorily fed and clothed, the climate would permit little in the way of bearable living through the winter months. Los Angeles, in a statistical context due to the sheer amount of intermingled lives forced into social co-dependency, would be more likely to house psychopaths with an itch to kill and eyes likely to see the homeless as easier prey than the named and average middle-class white male residing at a physical address, easily located via ZIP codes and other documents of social reality.

The modern world, although on local levels making attempts to address such problems, is of an intrinsic inability to solve them due to its rootedness in conceptual generalization in all fields of thought and action. Coupled with this, globalization represents a trend of attempting to economically homogenize the planet as a whole despite organic circumstance and existentially essential differences which, unallowed to develop in themselves both on collective and individual levels, has lead to the deprivation of something requisite within each of us, represented on a collective level by the economic deprivation of sustainable existence for certain 'kinds' of people known in the dangerously general sense as the 'lower class.'

All of the above is an illustration for the sake of analogy; although truth is represented, the whole truth regarding such issues as homelessness is infinitely more complicated in all respects; from climate to food availability to psychology to appearances to social context in all forms, the world is networked in such a way as to make even my generalization for the sake of description nearly completely null and void, thus proving my point.

Nature in itself is made up of what is similar-but-different; not necessarily inevitable, but inevitable only in the sense that it is.
If we imagine the globe as a wheel representing the colour spectrum (fig. 1), we can clearly see what nature is in its different-sameness; each colour, although different than the next, fades into one another as it is. This isn't to assert that this occurrence was ever a philosophical inevitability, but regardless of such speculation, it is inevitable as it is what it is. From space, too, the same phenomenon can be witnessed. Although the paints added to the Earth by each of our individual personalities, cultural mind-models, political standings, and spiritual beliefs are an invisible paint only available at ground-level, they are still as consequential as the fading of deep jungle flora into desert, and the upwards jut of ocean into land. For the sake of expediency and economy-of-line, we will refer to this different-sameness as the 'natural fade.'



Fig. 1

The requirements of life in the desert are radically different than the requirements of life in the rainforest or the requirements of life in the Arctic. Modern nation-states are a chunky and inefficient expression of the natural fade which, instead of blue sliding into pink and slowly into purple, or Algerians fading into Libyans and slowly into Egyptians, opt for an arbitrary line at an arbitrary point designed and calculated with obsessively microcosmic accuracy.

This obsessive microcosmic accuracy represents an antithesis to the natural fade in which it is not top down or bottom up, but a mutuality between the two with neither taking exclusive reign. It is the compartmentalization of preexisting generalizations into smaller generalizations based on certain areas in certain spaces at certain times. The globalization of economy, although by implication leading to an overall reduction in terribly catastrophic world warfare due to economic interdependence (for example: the Golden Arches theory of Conflict Prevention states that no two countries with a McDonald's have fought a war with one another since the introduction of the franchise into each respective nation), has led to an all-pervasive generality which threatens to homogenize the entirety of the world as if attempting to erase every colour from the spectrum and expand it all into a solid red (which, by analogy, may very well occur in blood as individuals, races, and cultures of all different colours, in both physical as well as spiritual terms, are violently squeezed out of existence as they are not red enough to appease the oppressive artists painting in stiff brush).

What is being illustrated throughout this section is one of two things: the essential differences of populations and as such, cultures, economies, laws, and customs, as well as the way in which these differences are not static or binary blocks of area or thought, but connected and interdependent fades into one another in the same way that a lake flows through a river, down a waterfall, and into the greater scheme of global ocean.

Prior to the age of satellite imagery and the internet, ones experience and point of view within the world were understandably limited and fragmentary, thus leading many to draw lines around what they knew and saw in order to properly orient themselves and give grounding to their consciousness on all levels. This illusory fragmentation, represented in the form of a 'worldview' walled-off from a dauntingly greater terra incognita, stuck around despite the advent of global and somewhat universal awareness, just as often expanding its borders as manning the walls and preparing to fight the now encroaching 'everything-else' outside.

In this day and age, it is often encouraged that one expand their borders and worldviews beyond their traditional outposts. It is unlikely, in modern generations, to find walls built in defence (as their parents and grandparents had done before). Instead, many employ the haranguing and lonely border guard of scientific objectivism to question all immigrants and tourists into their developed sense of reality, denying entry to any who cannot properly satisfy its interrogation.

Although this is a step forward from previous states of mind, it still exists within binary borders which do not completely accept the existence of the natural fade. In fact, it is simply as was stated above; microcosmically reduced generalizations in a blocked and neatly ordered spectrum all revolving around an objective centre (fig. 2).

 Fig. 2

Granted, there is an element of fade, but it is not a progressive flow, and is instead a logical continuity, almost a chain of causality between colours. Some borders are blurred, which in analogy could represent the slow and inevitable disintegration of humanity into proper unity over time, however others stand clear and concise against their neighbours as if there is a relation, but the water in their particular cup cannot be trusted to the ocean. 



Thursday, January 10, 2013

passionate thoughts on the bus to work.


Life is what we make it. And through collective decision.. both conscious and unconscious.. humans have made life a tragedy.
A daily grind in the name of 'progress' and symbolic monetary subsistence/ hording.
Does the Safeway employee look absolutely ecstatic at the prospect of a days work?
No. Perhaps he will flinchingly say that he is thankful 'to at least have a job,' but only perhaps 1 in 100 would say, 'yes, I'm honestly glad to be here.'

If money were no object, how much of the current job market would exist?
I could see nobody wanting to work in fast-food (as it was no longer a necessary last resort in the name of subsistence), thus causing the industry to plummet into the mud and disappear forever. The same thing would happen to 3rd world shoe shops, 7/11's, and large grocery stores. All there would be is mom and pop shops established and propagated by the truly passionate of the field, no longer salted with armies of secretly resentful wage-slaves submitting to the fact that they have no way out, and thus will probably abandon their dreams due to the incredible amount of resistance standing in their pre-defeated way.

If the world did not subsist and exist.. at least not entirely.. upon the foundation of money-the-moping-middle-man, society would still be running. And not only running.. it would be a passionate circle of true love where you could look to every shop and artists studio and know it rose from a love of life and that particular profession.. a gentle, burning passion.. and not from the near-death experience of having nothing but $20 in a chequing account while trying to establish ones ideal life.

It would be a loving circle, one that reinforced a true success and pursuit of ones passions and dreams, as opposed to the vicious circle we live in today, where it just keeps degenerating.. falling, falling, falling.. until the human spirit is beat to a loveless pulp save for those who bow down and co-opt and look for their niche in the current system, giving up plenty of their ideals and dreams in the process in the name of a comfortable familial subsistence.

Fuck us. Fuck all of us for our 'rational, reasonable' existences.


Our irrational human passions should be of a much higher stature than any scientific worldview.

Follow those irrational passions, you near-dead sleepy head.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

I'm not sure if the angel just smiled, or flipped me the bird.

In the end, a democratic society tip-toes upon the very precipice of a light, flimsy branch against all laws of physics and gravity, constantly snapping to fall to a concrete bone-bust slow-death below.

The concept of a Head of State stands as the subconscious manifestation of Judaeo-Christian monotheism.. only one can lead. Not two. Not three. Not five, nor five million.

Just a single, fallible, ego-float wanna-be messianic man-deity with a superiority complex either pre-imbued or created during a term of office and, in the rare instance when this superiority complex does not appear due to a shred of political and humanistic humility, the very idea that a President, Prime Minister, King, Queen, Sultan, or state figurehead is required acts as the symbolic reminder of its implicit existence within consensual reality itself.

And it seems strange that anyone, including myself, decide to use the term 'consensual' when it is only 'consensual' in a roundabout psychoanalytic it's-your-fault-because-you-do-nothing-about-it sort of way, again harking back to another subconscious manifestation of the Judaeo-Christian cultural mind-model: the 'guilt complex.'

The guilt complex in itself developed through the concept of 'original sin' and the essential darkness and redundant stupidity of Earthly man. It is the reason many still feel irrationally ashamed of themselves after a session of self-stimulated orgasm, and why we awkwardly kick the ground and say 'thank you' to industry for the 'privilege' of ultimately enslaving ourselves to the monetary treadmill against our will.*

There is no such thing as a 'human nature' beyond the natural 'involuntaries' of consumption of food, consumption of water, sleep, exercise, and sex. Man is not inherently guilty, selfish, imperialistic, nor competitive. Each historical era, characterized by a 'historical horizon' in which the cultural mode of the mass of the race has been programmed slowly over the course of preceding eras is what is observed to be 'human nature' by the intellectuals of every time. The mistake these individuals make.. the mistake that the giant Sigmund Freud made.. was to take his observation of the humanity of his time as the humanity of all time.. past, present, and future.. adding his opinion as a dominant ingredient to the mix, thus assisting in the perpetuation of what caused him so much pessimistic angst, as those observed as selfish and outwardly imperialistic were now validated by a theory given the stamp of authority, unburdening them of a potential guilt to the contrary.

Although much can be seen in common throughout the course of human history between the men of 'then' and the men of 'now,' this observation is only made in relation to the common thread of what makes one human. The fact remains that there was a time when people truly believed a King to be divinely ordained, and there is still a place where the female is subconsciously manifested as 'less' in the minds of the both sexes due to the overwhelming pressure of ones cultural mode of existence.

It is not 'human nature' that makes someone who they are on the subconscious level.. it is culture.

The human nature of today is overwhelmingly one of manipulation, egotism, competition, anxiety, and a pursuit of a happiness represented as material and monetary wealth. This is not the same nature of island nativity or contemporary agrarian societies of the third world.

The bottom line is that what is known as human nature is manufactured, and if it is only now beginning to be seen throughout all cultures, countries, and clans it is because of the blatant imposition of free market economics coupled with Western scientific objectivism (to which the arrogant theories of psychoanalysis are now a part).

On an individual level, one is able to 'manufacture' aspects of their own individual reality. This is snuffed and/or defined within an archetype by the manufactured reality of ones overarching cultural mode of mind.
The cultural mind, however, is not an inevitable state and is 'democratic' by its very nature. It is nothing more than the result of billions of voices speaking into the void since the dawn of human awareness, and one can add to the mold as competently as any intellectual giant has throughout history.

The game is only as rigged as you let it become.


*The bare fact that it truly is against our will is masked beneath the societal smorgasbord of career opportunity; were one to attempt to explain that they did not wish to have a job in the first place, the reply would invariably be one of two things: 1: 'you did not have to work [at this particular career],' or, 2: 'well then, you can go starve to death in the streets..' unaware that the only thing starving the homeless is the fact that we not only collectively disagree with their freedom, but also rob them of practical self-sustainment by appropriating every single nook and cranny of the means of bodily (as well as spiritual) sustainment and growth, thus causing them to claw at our feet begging for our scraps. Modern society, if it were truly free, could potentially exist in its current form, but would not appropriate and monetize the organic materials which are the birthright of each and every living creature on any planet gardened with life.    

Friday, January 4, 2013

Sunday, December 30, 2012

and water once said to the wall
"Man is a crushed being. Floats like logs on an empty river in a wild with no predators,
because, Man knows, a predatory wild is immoral."
no regrets.

and water once said to the wall
"Can I speak? And if I speak why do I speak this particular language? Beyond my reflective frailties and your broken back, there really isn't much to be said for the anglo-saxon remembrance of loss, now, is there?"

and the sleep in the corner of her bedroom was like a feminist strike for equal wages
there was a resentful bitterness to the way she spat her measured love.

often, she would say nothing as a means to everything,
and everything as a means to nothing,
but either way the only one listening was every one of us, so we couldn't really hear a word she was saying.

some mornings, I awoke to the curious wondering of subject versus object, and sad endings versus no endings, and you know what?
not once did an answer appear and if it did, no way was there a syllable empty enough to describe our lack of a point
so I stopped calling I, I
and started calling I, we
so we slept until 1 in the afternoon with the only shame being that of novelized continuity with its great big book on the cons of finitism we tried to return for store credit only to realize it wasn't Chapters selling, nor the writ of the holy ghost, but instead that particular angle of our face that can only be witnessed if one mirror is placed in front of another with a third to the left

and suddenly, 'I' made more sense,
what a shame?

and water once said to the wall
"all things are all things," and the wall listlessly agreed to nothing.

so we walked to the water and agreed on behalf of the wall
and the water swooshed kindly as we lay out a towel
sleep on the beach.

and the sleep in the corner of her bedroom was like a feminist strike for equal wages
there was a resentful bitterness to the way she spat her measured love
so my nervous flinch began to wonder why the real world teases with stillness, distant mountains, open roads, warm kisses, sunrises, and cold rain
when I still have to get up for work in the morning.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Low Light, Low Life

Hello blue planet!

Okay, this time around, it has been a significant lull of time between this post and my last.. I haven't even gone so far as to update my 'weekly song pick' in about a month.

However.. this isn't without reason or downside.. I've been working pretty diligently on a big project exclusively for my blog. I won't give much away.. but I will tell you all it's a short-story that, at this rate, isn't going to end-up being very short.

I was hoping to have it done by last Sunday evening, but I ended up lacking much motivation and instead opted to sleep, eat, and read for the 2 precious days off.
I was also hoping to have worked on it during the 3 split-shifts I did this past week, but I ended up spending all three days Christmas shopping and running errands (like picking out a sweater that would actually keep me dry and warm in the chill of a Pacific Northwest winter). I apologize for my lack of dedication to the work as of late.. but it will be done and up for viewing by mid-January absolute latest.

Promise.

It isn't really the season to be all that 'jolly,' I suppose.
I have been quite satisfied with my material bounty given of the kind hearts of others this holiday season.. but other than that, a majority of my life has been a little down for the past week or so.

Between working at the hospital psych ward with my client (no further details will be disclosed for confidentiality reasons), the lack of light, the abundance of muggy rain-soaked days, and my overall exhaustion and lack of energy from all of the above causing me to avert most chances at socializing (save for the first time in awhile last night with a friend who is visiting for the holidays after having moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for college), it's been a very lonely holiday season for me.

Not physically.. physically speaking, I've had plenty of people around me. My mom, my brother, my dad, coworkers, the occasional friend, and virtual connection via Skype.. but spiritually, I've felt pretty solitary and drained.

A very large part of me is in a passionate mood for romance right now, which my circumstances can't seem to satisfy, at least for the time being.. and I've had few people with whom I'm able to share all of my feelings, both positive and negative, since 95% of my friends moved away in September.

And I feel like I'm extroverted enough that a healthy social life with some real depth is a very big 'must' for me.. hence why I thrived so brilliantly throughout high-school, and have been quite up and down since.

I apologize to everyone who reads my blog about how down I have seemed in the past few months; it's been a hard year so far, and I only expect it to slowly let-up it's pressure over the course of the next 8 months until I'm finally on my way to Victoria (and this time for real; I've been officially accepted to Camosun College for the Arts and Science program starting September 2013).

I'm also very much looking forward to my European adventure in March; the itineraries are almost complete, and I've got $2000 in the bank as of last pay-check with another $1,500 for the trip alone still to be stashed away over the course of the next 3 pay-cycles.

So, to wrap up.. my life is looking very very bright and promising over the next couple of years, and will be getting brighter with the start of classes at the local Vancouver Island University in just under 2 weeks, as well as the lengthening of the days until the arrival of summer and my epic jaunt to what I consider to be the 'far-east' considering where I'm geographically situated.. but it has been hard over the past 4 months, and that's alright, because that's just the way that life is sometimes and we all have to accept that and also remember that it really does get better.

Keep your eyes on 'It's A Friendly Inferno!' for my upcoming long-short story.. as well as updates as to how things are going.
Sooner or later, my blog ends up housing the most intimate details of my life.. so if you're into that kinda shit..

read my blog.

Peace out, blue planet!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

"18 Thought-Provoking Questions," courtesy of HighExistence

1. If you could make a 30 second speech to the entire world, what would you say?
I would probably appeal to relaxation (which, strangely enough, is completely not where I've been coming from as of late, although it is still the basis of who I am in theory), and tell everyone to listen or read Alan Watts at least once in their lifetime. Even if it's only a 1 hour lecture online, or a single book.. much of it would assist the world on a road to collective enlightenment in the strangest and most honest of ways.

2.If you were going to die at midnight, what would you be doing at 11:45 pm?
You know, I'll never know for sure unless it actually occurs to me, but I could see myself doing one of many things. Perhaps making love, or spending time just having one last intellectual conversation with friends or loved ones.. perhaps simply saying goodbye, advising on how to deal with my passing.. maybe I would meditate until I faded away. Or, I could pull an Aldous Huxley and go on an LSD or mescalin death trip.
As of right now, I see myself simply writing one last song, jamming on my own with a guitar.
Perhaps an intimate loved one would be present.. or friends and family. Who knows?

I certainly don't.

3. How do you really know anything for sure?
You don't.

4. If you had all the money in the world but still had to have some kind of job, what would you choose to do? 
Investigative journalism a majority of the time.. however, I would partake a more in-depth pursuit of my artistic endeavors.. writing, music making, etc.

5. When you’re 90 years old, what will matter most to you?
Probably whatever family I have at that time. Perhaps I will be an old, silent Bodhisattva. Perhaps I'll just be me.

But yeah, I'm going to assume my family.

6. What do you regret most so far in life?
My inability to sustain long-term relationships due to my own deeply entrenched insecurities which eventually boil above the attempted spectacle of my bravado.

7. How can you apply the lesson you learned from that regret to your life today?
By being honest with an intimate loved one about said insecurities and leaving it up to them to take it or leave it.. as well as not allowing said insecurities to ever compromise my base self or future relationships.

8. What would you change if you were told with 100% certainty that God does not exist? Or if you don’t believe in God, that he does exist?
Probably not a whole lot, to be honest (I being one who does not believe in the Judaeo-Christian God, per se, but I do think I grasp what 'God' is meant to represent).

9. If you lost everything tomorrow, whose arms would you want to run into? Does that person know how much they mean to you? 
I don't think I'd run into any particular persons arms at this point in my life.
I'd appeal for a little help from friends and family, perhaps.. but I wouldn't want to lay the burden of my subsistence on any individual person.

I honestly don't have an individual I would run to even in a sentimental sense. I'm not sure if this implies loneliness, or independence.

Perhaps a little bit of both.

10. Do you fear death? If so, do you have a good reason? 
Well, I fear death as much as the next person. Not that I don't accept it as I don't have much of a choice.. but I'm certainly nowhere near ready to let myself fall to death quite yet.. even as someone who sees reincarnation as a very likely possibility. There's still plenty I would like to do as Kyran Paterson-King.

11. What would you change if you knew you were NEVER going to die?
I probably wouldn't worry so much about long-term goals and the like. I would work without much of a worry for the future, seeing as I'm not victim to finite time.

12. If you were at heaven’s gates, and God asked “why should I let you in?”, what would you say? 
I am just as much God as you are. You lose a part of yourself in denying me.
(Although I know that what God is meant to represent cannot, by its very nature, deny anything).

13. When will you be good enough for you? Is there some breaking point where you will accept everything about yourself? 
I have no idea when I will be good enough for me. I like to pretend I am.. and at a base point, I obviously have no choice (not that I mean that in a submissive 'victim-mentality' sort of way; I certainly am happy to be who I am), but there are times in my life when I am more accepting and whole-hearted towards myself than others. This is a time where I feel a little off, for whatever reason.

As for the breaking point; perhaps there is. I can't really say.

14. Is the country you live in really the best fit for you? 
Not with the current Harper majority government; of course, that's only speaking in a political sense. In all technicality and honesty, I don't believe in nation-states. I do love the Pacific Northwest, however.

I do, however, see myself living in Europe someday, even if only to try it on for size.

15. What would people say about you at your funeral? 
I'm not sure. Ask them.

16. What small thing could you do to make someone’s day better? 
Many different things. 'Smile' is the cheesy and obvious one. Offer them assistance, start a conversation.. who knows. The options are infinite.

17. (If you believe in god) would your relationship with god change it all if you were told with 100% certainty that he was actually a she? 
God is neither a he nor a she. To assume either, even in the employment of convenient metaphor, is an ignorant and archaic practice.

18. What do you believe stands between you and complete happiness?
My 'solipsistic' anxieties about existence.

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The world is meaningless,

there is no God or gods, there are no morals, the universe is not moving inexorably towards any higher purpose.
All meaning is man-made, so make your own, and make it well.
Do not treat life as a way to pass the time until you die.
Do not try to "find yourself", you must make yourself.
Choose what you want to find meaningful and live, create, love, hate, cry, destroy, fight and die for it.
Do not let your life and your values and your actions slip easily into any mold, other that that which you create for yourself, and say with conviction, "This is who I make myself".
Do not give in to hope.
Remember that nothing you do has any significance beyond that with which you imbue it.
Whatever you do, do it for its own sake.
When the universe looks on with indifference, laugh, and shout back, "Fuck You!".
Rembember that to fight meaninglessness is futile, but fight anyway, in spite of and because of its futility.
The world may be empty of meaning, but it is a blank canvas on which to paint meanings of your own.
Live deliberately. You are free.