People For Arts Molestation Rights manifesto
In the darkness of the future a warrior comes
up fighting with the haze of recollection & the rage
of being alone & the hardest thoughts to pen are the
ones not directly sensed. They must be stalked,
tracked through a forest of words, thrown from voices
& pens across great distances, recombined & replied &
compliantly beseeched like lovers & friends. The
words must resonate to the hidden meanings &
subconscious doctrines of language. They might beg
you to dismiss them, they attempt to obfuscate the
truth with their syllabus of studies, thrust you
through a lifetime of scholarship only to arrive @ the
wrong conclusion. Words dance on the tips of tongues
& sadistically laugh @ the efforts of the mind to
decipher what was encoded within the heart.
The warrior knows this. It is by his warring
nature that truth is unveiled. His struggle unlocks
the secret divine handshake of a millennium of magical
knowledge. Before the warrior was, there was only
primordial void, chaos of nothingness devouring
itself. The Icon of an Age given voice by the spirit
of memory.
The sexuality of Time. The hatred of Space.
The Tao of Deification. All resides in the sacred
heart of the warrior.
As the warrior drains his essence into the
battle, holding aloft a sword of blooded iron, the
true nature of agony is revealed. Stains of the past
mingle with the blood of the future. Scars long
forgotten throb purple in rage. The cancer of silence
is metastasized throughout the echo of a battlefield,
long after the pogrom & the confusion have bled away
into the night. Only the warrior remains, his fever
reaching a new musical vibration, sweat acting as a
solvent which devours his personality. From the cold
heart of the slain the spirits of the dead rise up,
dancing harsh movements in the night air. The warrior
recognizes his victims after the rage of battle melts
from his mind, & greets them as friends. To do
otherwise is to be named madman without the catharsis
of release there is no true future. There is only the
past, reinvoked, and reoccurring, forever & ever amen.
Then the confrontation of soul against soul,
the stabbing murder of a condition of thought, the
decay of truth & the slaughter of ignorance &
innocence. Without fear, there can be no future.
When the passion of existence, when the fever of
being, arises wraith-like from the heartache of
monstrosity, the traces of times passage are most
assuredly felt. Watching the muse gather her tools of
teaching the night owls of the great goddess speak
slowly & softly in the forest, chanting old proverbs
to each other. The muse, her work for the moment
complete, returns to her lover in the skies above. A
castle of dreamstone & lightning mortar hidden amidst
the great cloud continents, where the muse & her
sisters relax amid concepts given substance by the
creators who take up the great work, willingly giving
voice to the mysteries, breathing flesh onto the bones
of old stories, incurring the wrath of the rulers &
the praise of their fellows.
It is there, in that castle, that the muses
hold sway. They demand only the freshest of minds, a
dictatorial empire ruled from on high, from time
immortal, by the religion of ART. Music can be heard,
glorious aria & discordant crashing, waltz & nursery
rhyme all intermixing. & The colors are more like
flavors for a feast of the senses. To be present in
this realm is to be enchanted eternally.
When mankind gives birth to a poet, through a
conscious selection of events by the zeitgeist,
mankind forces the poet into this realm. The poet
returns & gives forcible voice to the visions endured,
& by doing so heals the time in which he is thrust.
By fate or design, the outcome is equally the same.
No mere mortal, these poets & warriors, they see
spirits & fictions where the sleeping masses sense
nothing. They dance like madmen, like whirling
dervishes where there are open glades & raging rivers,
while ordinary mortals retire to their cozy chambers.
They laugh @ the world, rather than strive to fit into
its framework. They are marked eternally, whether by
the hardened claw of the devil or the luminescent
finger of God, by the whips of the Norns or the drums
of the Manitou, it is hard to say.
The first taste of freedom usually kills.
This has led to a belief by some that death is
freedom, one following the other so quickly it was
hard to make out the difference, & the confusion was
understandable. Freedom, by necessity, can often
leave traces of itself in the path of those who exist,
beckoning them to an encounter with it & those who
survive that first taste are forever scarred by the
encounter. By necessity, for without leaving traces,
there would never be a path to follow, nor signs to
stop one from walking down past freedom. Freedom may
often kill, but one chooses to the taste, the taste is
not forced upon, & reality is the condition of having
no hands.
Thrust fully into the sensual, enraptured by
the experience of being whole, & complete, rather than
a separate identity influenced by surroundings, a
person comes to grasp with his/her true self without
hands, without appendages, merely the direct sensory
apparatus, the self becomes a part of the
environment. There are no ego/I-not I boundaries to
maintain.
It is sex with the environment, coitus with
the world, drawing together divergent elements into a
seamless montage of being. A collective of self,
surroundings, & sensations that define a cognitive set
of experience that leads to the first taste of
freedom. (Transubstantiation of humanity into
deity.) Like the warrior becoming friends with the
shades of those he has slain, like a poet making love
to a muse, there is no difference. God says “Before
me there was nothing,” & the sleepers worship nothing
& in this there is no sin.
Is it true that there is only the warrior &
the poet? What of the trickster, the clown, the
leader, the magician? What of the dancer, the
scientist, the healer? Are these not also wholesome,
proud archetypes that resonate within the soul of
man? When we sleep, do not these spirits also invade
our dreams? The war of the mind demands a multitude
of players, dreamers, all of us, sense truth in a
fiction given flesh by the lies interwoven by a gifted
storyteller, we sense the truth that underlies all
things. See the truth as it echoes from within in
tune with the harmonies we are exposed to & because of
our resonance’s, we find our path.
Reality occurs @ the intersection of
archetypes. Where reality is generated, the refuge of
the society becomes the harbinger of hope. The decay
of our present is based on the interjection of our
future into the failures of our past. We are
immortal. All of us exist beyond the flesh. The gods
we worship in our youth can never be explained to the
old. The world was a larger place before we grew, for
we were smaller in experience & understanding, & an
omnipresent God was a thing to assure us as we lay
down to sleep in the darkness. Now we see
omnipresence as a tyranny of egoism, an invasion of
privacy tantamount to evil in its presumptuousness.
Thus, our concept of God changes, as we also change.
There can be no pristine & pure concept that is
divorced from its originator, yea verily do I state
that there is no concept that is not manipulated by
the thinker’s history & experience & knowledge base.
Even a statement thought simultaneously by separate
individuals, acquires difference in meaning even if
the syntax is identical, due to the varying input of
meaning given to specific words by the individual
thinkers. So, it is with this preconceived notion of
God.
To despair in this change, this face of
mutation given rampaging destruction of the old
coldness we once established as our existence, is to
miss the point of the change itself. Embrace death,
lest it obsess you until there is no you any longer.
The darkness of hate confines the black soul to the
farthest reaches of the inner life, where there is
only the ego & its personal mythic landscape projected
outward across the template of reality.
So it is that the phrase “we the people” has
talismanic power, for it bridges the gap between the
self & those that bring the self-its purpose. We the
people is an anthem, a demand, a reinvigoration, a
construct. It brings the fire of freedom to the
heart, it drags out the dark shadows where they can be
identified, it was a fist of defiance to the Kings &
Queens of the world, the birth cries of a new form of
religion masquerading as a government, an artistic
collective, a Masonic plot given form. We the people
has the essence of communism & capitalism both twinned
in its mix. It invokes the spectres of a country; it
demands respect merely because of its authority, its
boldness.
To speak against the people is to be believed
a madman, a tyrant, and a heretic. There is no
greater good than the people, lest one be thought
demon. Thus, we return to the question of the demon.
In a world of situationist ethics, where there are no
absolutes, what constitutes a demon? A God ignored is
a demon born, as the chaotes say, the idea being to
suppress & repress causes negative manifestations of
viral thoughtforms. Few would argue that Nazism is
evil, for it has become a given fact. It needs no
argument. There is no opposition. Thus, there is no
argument. However, many argue that abortion is evil,
merely because there are those who maintain it is
not. Thus, there is a demon of Nazism, because the
very nature of the suppression of the arguments has
created the thoughtform of the demon, while there is
only a spiritual force of abortion. The power of the
appropriation of symbols by the nazis also contribute
to the energy manifestation of the demon itself,
giving a sigil in which it can reside, lending a force
that originated long before the term Nazi ever came
into existence, and assuring a continuation of the
entity long after the term Nazi vanishes from our
language. We see this occur over & over as cultural
exchange becomes more & more manifest, symbols, which
pre-exist their current meanings, give a subconscious
power to the movements they have come to represent.
Colors themselves are given meanings, which in
turn throw strange, confusing light on ancient
illustrations. Primary shapes, such as a square, are
imbued with attributes of meaning that they never
before held. Language is reinvented based on
political agendas. Lograms are deposited in the mass
culture through a process which appears random, but
which is systematically becoming a new universal
language. Before a child learns to read, he/she
learns that a square on a VCR means stop, a forward
pointing triangle means play & a double forward or
double backward triangle means fast forward or
reverse. Is it any leap of imagination to imagine a
symbolic language that transcends the spoken word or
written text of the past? A shrug is a shrug the
world over, an indication on the part of the shruggee
of a lack of knowledge. The yawn is a sign of
weariness, be it weariness of the body, or of the
events occurring. Where do these indicators arise?
Are they simply taught, or do they pre-exist within
the mind of all men? & If they pre-exist, what does
this teach us?
The concept of a meta~linguistic circuit in the
primary genetic code of mankind would indicate that
there are countless other pre-existing circuits, that
perhaps all knowledge already lays dormant within each
& every one of us, & that, in turn, indicates that we
might be simply floundering about with our un-unified
cultures, & that only by unifying all cultures are we
to progress as a race. Just as the phrase we the
people implies both a democratic & a communistic
society, a capitalism & a socialism, so too does the
idea of lograms & color-coding imply a deeper unity of
subconscious interaction between humanity as a whole.
When delving into the archetypes of myth, the
reoccurrence of similar personalities & the subsequent
similarities of storylines & plots indicate that, not
only do events repeat themselves, but that people have
a strongly imbedded understanding of what is good &
what is evil. While the murder of gods & the stealing
of magical talismans become metaphors for societal
change, there is also the structure for social mores
presented. The death of Baldur, through the mechanism
of a dart made of mistletoe, engineered by Loki, is
equivalent to the death of innocence by the mechanics
of cruelty. It is a lesson, a warning, not a fable,
but a FABLE. It has a repetitive value due to its
depth of purpose. The trickster, who appears
throughout culture, defines the role of fate & the
ideal of change, & who, without which, the world would
remain in a stasis. There must be a trickster. There
would be not great deed without a prodding, a geas, an
injunction. There would only be the static, non-
changing, non-evolving reality of a million years of
hunting & gathering.
True, the techniques of hunting & gathering
would be greatly streamlined & well defined given a
millennium, but there would be nothing else. Instead,
because of war, we have increased our knowledge of
peace, & how to maintain peace, & how to accomplish
cross-cultural ambassadorial missions. Because of
disease, we have developed medical techniques.
Without these catastrophes, we would still be crouched
in the firelight, staring into the darkness, fearing
shadows.
No scientific study would be where it is today
without heretics & tricksters. Before the dawn of
history, we have the legends of a great civilization
and the archeological data of primitive tribes. What
is the truth? Both.
The first men were a great civilization. They
were the ones who decoded the stars, for they had no
other lights to hold back the night. They knew the
plant-life & animal-life better by the time they could
walk than most civilized people know @ age 80. They
could survive in barren deserts, arctic wastes, & deep
jungles better than an American today could survive in
a temperate forest teeming with wildlife. Thus they
were, in their own right, a great civilization. The
ancients knew that a tone corresponded with a color, &
a vibration could retain remanence across great
distances, merely through the technique of patient
observation, facts, which we learn today through
application of arcane technologies. They interpreted
their knowledge through a terminology born of
religion, magic, & superstition, while today we
interpret it in terms of science, politics, &
psychology. Ironically, when we refer to the
primitive cultures, we refer to a cultural existence
more harmonious & more artistic than our own.
The masks of a shamanic ritual still hold the
power to impress, to shock, to inspire that they had
when they were first constructed. This is a
technology of psychology in & of itself. The faces on
Easter Island, the monoliths of England & the
Netherlands, the sand paintings of Tibet & Amerindian
culture, the Cave of Dreamtime & the hieroglyphs of
Egypt, the caverns of South America & the calendars of
the Mayans, all speak of an artistic & architectural
integrity of these primitive cultures. The levitation
of objects using projected soundwaves, observed in
several cultures, can hardly be repeated by modern
science except in very specialized conditions. The
discoveries of ancient clay urns which could generate
electrical currents, the mummification techniques of
ancient Egypt, the psylocibin cults, the faerie lore
of the Tuatha De Danaan, all speak of rituals &
traditions that hide true understanding of the
internal makeup of man. The ancients knew more than
we do today, in terms of what makes a human a human.
Even the writings of ancient Greece are studied today,
as are the texts of Chinese philosophy & the religions
of ancient Egypt, not for their historical relevancy,
but for their modern importance. The I Ching & the
runes are evidence of the transcultural value of
lograms & the knowledge & wisdom that can be
transmitted through such systems.
The tarot itself, which may be older than any
other such divination system, (& may only date back to
the first industrial revolution in Europe, c.1400ad)
contains a wealth of symbolism only truly deciphered
by the psychological studies of C. Jung.
Is it easy to maintain the notion that ours is
a more advanced age in the face of these issues? Are
we now the pinnacles of knowledge, or are we in fact
losing touch more & more by our denial of worth in the
legends & lore of the past?
It is important to note that encryption, the
fastest growing scientific application of numeric
principles on the internet, has been traced back to
the Elizabethan mage John Dee, & his alchemical
counterparts & cohorts. Even the magical texts of the
day were encrypted, & likewise the language of the
angels themselves. The existence of secret orders &
fraternities as far back as the Order of the Assassins
(c.1023ad) implies an existence of encryption & codes,
which in turn requires the existence of individuals
intelligent & enlightened enough to produce the idea
of encryption.
Even further back in history there is the
creation of a written language itself, & the process
of converting words & the images the words represented
into a visual series of symbols. This implies an even
greater amount of intelligence, as well as an ability
to teach. A language invented must be distributed to
be of value, for a language that cannot be
communicated is without value. The Egyptians found
language of such great value that they deified the
inventor of language, as did the Mesopotamian & the
Norse. The code of Hammurabi still exists today, for
it was engraved in stone one letter @ a time, it was a
system of law that we can even now refer to, for it
exists beyond mere noises belched @ each other by
primitives. It is an artwork, an imprint of a
governmental body onto the society, which it was to
rule. Does this imply that even @ the dawn of history
there were geniuses, intelligentsia of such magnitude
as to rival Turing, Einstein, Hawking & Tesla today?
I SAY YES.
Genius does not mean modern, or scientific.
Genius is beyond & above society; it resides in a
different sphere of humanity, that arena of thought
where everything is infinitely worthy of evaluation.
John Dee spoke with spirits by his own admission,
conjured lead into gold, brought smoke into forms &
faces that others could interact with, all
superstitious rubbish by today’s belief systems, if
not outright heresy in the eyes of science &
theology. Yet, he also completed masterworks in the
fields of linguistics & encryption.
Do we discount his genius because of his
apparent unscientific superstition? Or do we accept
his superstitions due to his apparent genius? Do we
compare his sketches of enochian entities with those
of current UFO entities & because of the incredible
similarities, accept both as fact or dismiss both as
nonsense? Does the addition of the sketch by A.
Crowley of the entity which allegedly contacted him,
which is also nearly identical to both other
aforementioned entities validate the other two, or
does it also get tossed aside due to its inability to
be reconciled with what science has demanded that we
believe? When one pours through the history of
metaculture, one is continuously confronted with
strange & bizarre scraps of information that cannot
help but reinforce the idea that there is something
cyclic about our collective cultural mindset. The
same ideas & thoughts reoccur in slightly different
forms throughout humanity’s existence.
The gnostic uploading of mankind’s body of
information into the datasphere is so akin to the
ancient doctrine of an Akashic Record that @ times the
similarity is uncanny. It is as if the very idea of
the internet existed always, in the first stories of
mankind, & is only now being realized. The very act
of telepathy can now be performed, not with the
techniques of meditation or herbal potions or
crystals, but with the technologies of mediation,
liquid crystal displays, & radio frequencies. The
power of information is no longer regulated by
industrial means, but through satellites & copper
wires & virtual libraries. Interlinked text has
replaced static knowledge, & likeminded individuals
have synergized across oceans & continents. All forms
of knowledge are available to any individual with
access to an interface & an online connection. This
was predicted in the occult doctrines of an unseen
reality coterminous with our own that retained an
imprint of all events, ideas, beliefs, & experiences
that have, would, or could have existed. Now we see a
non-physical, non-local construct, which follows this
ideal already manifest. It is the invisible college
of the Rosicrucians, the dreamtime of the Aborigines,
the MAAT of the Egyptians, brought about by both the
scientific application of technology & the work of
secret societies of elite priesthoods.
&, Just as all ancient religions had their
prophecy of the End Times, so also does the priesthood
of this virtual space have their own prophecy of the
end of the net. The viral meme of y2k has leeched out
into the cultures, which spawned this neo-akashic
record, lending an aura of consternation into the
current reality. The idea of a world-wide upset that
affects torment upon established societies in the form
of power loss, economic disruption, & electronic loss
of information is just as powerful today as the
doctrine of revelations was during the middle ages, &
the story of Ragnarok was to the Norse. We are still
a race of myths, & despite our sciences, we rely upon
myths to define our existence. Perhaps, because of
the inherent logical structure of science, we rely on
myths even more today than our primitive ancestors did
a millennium ago. The logical construction of society
along technological lines represses that deep-seated
need for spiritual & intuitive perceptions, & causes
myths to resound ever more powerfully when they are
encountered, much like a desert can become a fertile
valley with the introduction of irrigation. What had
lain barren for so long springs into life through
sheer alchemy.
As the future happens, we will learn to master
new technologies that we have only recently begun to
explore. The creatures of legend, chimeras, centaurs,
unicorns, trolls, giants, elves, dragons, werebeasts,
vampires, homunculus, golems, gargoyles, elementals,
dryads, nymphs, satyrs & things which never were will
be only a genetic manipulation away. The
transformation of lead into gold a trick of
nanotechnology. Voyage to other worlds could become a
common phenomenon; the colonization of those outer
spaces a daily occurrence. Magic will reappear in the
form of science, & so will creators become deities,
for as history marches on, those inventors who imprint
culture will become legends, & legends have a way of
becoming worshipped.
It is not unusual to hear today of some tale
of a historical figure that cannot be proved or
disproves. George Washington smoked pot, President
Lincoln was homosexual, Hitler a black mage who used
peyote, Orson Wells actually reported a real invasion
of UFO’s. Is this true, any of it? Very soon it will
no longer matter. It will all seep into the belief
structure of culture, true or not, & from there will
become a part of the mythic folklore that defines
modern society.
Daniel Boon & Paul Bunyan have already fallen
into a category of heroic myth that blurs fact &
fiction into a traditional folklore that ignores such
trivialities, & likewise the lore of the Salem witch-
trials. There is no defining feature that demands
that a certain individual should become venerated or
defamed by folklore. Amerigo Vespuci, who our country
& continent is named after, has generated no myths,
while JFK, not even a half-century after his
assassination, has become the hub of countless mythic
tales.
The traumitization of the spirituality by
science has created a fertile desert, in which such
myths have free reign to mutate & spread. Witness the
success of Art Bell, the rebirth of paganism, the
civil & artistic movements of the last 100 Years.
This century has seen the death of empires, the rise &
fall of communism, the rise, fall, & rebirth of
economies, & the generation of a new form of addict,
the media addict.
The media addict was born into a world where
color television already existed, where stereo sound
systems were common place, where children’s
programming created a feeling of comfort & trained the
media addict to fixate on one object to the detriment
of the media addict’s sensual education. Two senses
only, sight & sound resolved Media. All that was
important to master were these two senses; the others
left to atrophy. Over-stimulation of these senses
naturally arose as the media addict grew older, for
the senses of taste, touch, & smell had become numb by
the lack of use. The concept of time became an
indoctrinated reality, through the standard scheduling
of media events. Media events occurred on a regular,
hourly basis. Information of one nature was intercut
with information of a secondary nature, short blasts
of information condensed into one-minute, 30 second,
10 second, and 5 second slots. These bits intercut
the longer information periods, which themselves used
rapid scene changes & lackluster plots to convey
societal mores.
The media addict was a connoisseur of certain
types of information, using records uploaded from
centrally provided documents to predict & analyze
future media events according to information content.
The media addict knew that certain events would occur
because of these uploaded documents. The future was
certain, there could be no surprises, & thus the media
addict was eternally suspended in the safety of a
predictable reality.
With the advent of interactive media, in the
form of video games, videotapes, & videodisks, the
media addict attained a greater ability to immerse
himself into this reality. He could control the
environment in which his imagination resided. Through
the video games, there was a direct correlation of the
media addict’s movements in a physical environment and
the activities displayed in a virtual setting.
Using recorded information, the media addict
could decide on his own terms what activities would
occur @ any given time. Future & past were equally
accessible, & time itself became a fiction.
Private mythologies became acquired, utilizing
icons & ideals & archetypes presented & recombined in
ways that had never before existed, false
personalities and real world events commingled, wars
were televised, assassinations broadcast alongside
sporting events, technology showcased, weather
prognosticated, & musicians immortalized.
Then computers became commonplace, allowing
the media addict to become a kind of creator in his
own right. There was a form of magical interaction
between the input of the media addict and the computer
that went beyond the simpler video game console or the
VCR. The media addict could generate his own media,
be it visual, auditory, or physical. Media in the
form of television was suddenly a static reality
compared to this new technology. It was a dictator,
had always been a dictator, but until the computer its
dictatorial nature had gone unnoticed.
The computer, however, was a stronger
addiction than the television or the VCR or the video
game console had ever been, for it provided instant
gratification. The complexities of the computer
transcended the old forms of media in ways that had
been unimaginable only a few years earlier. It was
the perfect drug in every sense. Tactile, visual, &
auditory, creative in the sense of media, yet still
encumbered by limitations that the media addict
understood all to well, from the first moment the
computer appeared. Too Slow! Not graphic intensive
enough! Not stereo, not powerful, not realistic!
Yet, it was still thousands of years ahead of
television.
As the years passed, the television, the VCR,
the computer & the video game console became more &
more alike. The media addict rejoiced with each
innovation, embracing every technological advance with
true love, devouring ideas that sprouted from these
technologies as if they were a religious
manifestation. Even now, the media addict waits
restlessly for the next influx of new systems, dreams
of the day when he will be able to connect a media
interface directly into his body. The media addict
was raised, bred, & imprinted by a culture that has
arisen, itself only as old as the media addict.
At some point the media addict becomes more
than an addict, the individual self asserts its own
unique nature through the template of culture imposed
by society, & learns to adapt to the reality in which
it resides. Moreover, the media addict learns to
manipulate the reality in which he resides, this
manipulation of reality, what was learned through the
mechanism of media, occurs in the physical structure
of consensual reality. It is the source of the
concept of Reality Piracy.
Bring on the end! Call the rituals & the
barbarous words & the darkness forth! Bring out the
words of rage & chaos into our mainstream world,
create a reality-wide autonomous zone of chaotic
rubble, pull down the edifice of our society & laugh,
laugh, laugh @ the destruction!
We the people stand on the rubble of a history
we were taught to admire. We were raised within a
culture & instructed to uphold its values without ever
learning what those values arose from, we were
expected to blindly swallow the information we were
presented. Those very attributes, which were to have
made this culture unique, are now despised & ignored
by the culture we have become. This country was
initially the creation of white male landowners, the
sole governmental body given voice by these
individuals, & it was this elitism that defined the
first hundred years of Masonic leadership. The very
fact that this country existed @ all is due to the
manipulations of the Masonic orders. Now even the
hint of social organizations run solely by men are
ridiculed, legislated against, & tormented by the
media. Not that this is a call for a return to that
earlier form of society, but rather it is to identify a trend.
When a culture is so far removed from its
origins that it begins to despise the structures which
brought it into being, it is only one small step from
despising itself. This is the culture in which we
currently reside. We the people hate our own nature;
it is the culture of self-loathing, the culture of
shame & guilt & apathy.
Is it any wonder that there would be a call to
chaos? A request for immanetizing the eschaton?
Bringing on the end? This culture demands a suicidal
technology, & investigates & researches, funds &
purchases the tools of its own murder. It is fear of
stasis in a way, fear that all will be forever
unchanging, unmutating, all things carefully
preplanned, scripted, & anticipated until the end of
time, that gives birth to these sentiments.
& So the poet & the warrior become one, they
are bound by the culture from which they arise, the
poet screaming truth from his place in the heart, the
warrior creating truth from his place in the spirit.
Together they refine truth, they observe & create a
collapse of the structure, and they are the catalysts
of reality, the klaxons signaling the collapse.
Without society there could be no atrocity, & without
fear there can be no end. There is no fear but the
fear of endings, & because of this there can be no
ending without fear. The poet is the embracer of
fear, the warrior the one who moves through fear.
Both are present @ the endings. They are the
witnesses @ the funeral, the midwives @ the birth.
For all endings are also beginnings, all deaths
births, all things change & die & change & are
reborn. The phoenix rises. Society evolves. Mankind
learns, even in the loss of knowledge, mankind learns.
These are the dark ages of capitalism, the
time when commercial viability becomes the salvation
of poor ideas, when governments are media controlled &
image conscious. No longer are we governed by ethics
& laws, but by advertising conglomerates. Speech is
not free, it is for sale & it is expensive & can only
be purchased by those who are capable of mounting vast
campaigns on prime time television. There are no
interests that are totalitarian in origin; rather the
interests are corporate masquerading as democratic.
Wars are no longer fought; rather police action is
instigated utilizing peacekeeping forces that protect
corporate investments. Mind control experts are hired
into corporations as consultants for political clout.
Entirely new sciences based on information infection
arise; creating new forms of academic study based
solely on the movement of ideas within the body
politic. Neurolinguistic programming & subliminal
conditioning, once the property of black mages &
secret societies, has fallen into the hands of
salesmen & advertisers.
The wars that take place are now on a level
divorced from human interaction, & are occurring in
the datasphere, & in the minds of individuals. Ideas
themselves compete for reproduction rights in the
brains of mankind. Soon xenoglossalia will be an
extension of public speaking, transmitting
neurological impulses directly into the subconsciouses
of the audience, bypassing cognitive thought
altogether. Ouranian tongues will leap from the
framework of magical practices & into the slang of
politicians, the triple speak of disassociative
information subversion.
Madness will not be far behind.
