Lucid Glow

Beyond ill at ease

2011-12-20T18:00:00.000-08:00

Watching skin and bone size zero Zoe Saldana in the film Colombiana makes me virtually ill and very, very angry. I couldn't stand watching her more than a few minutes.

You can see her bones sticking out everywhere. Her arms are hardly more than sticks. Even her thighs, damn it.

Luc Besson is one of the creative forces behind the film and we know he likes them skinny (skin and bone skinny). Others do as well, but should we allow them to propagate such disgusting preferences?

Of course not.

Thousands, even millions of young girls look at Zoe playing this cool, assertive and confident woman with no meat on her bones and want to be her, want to be this unhealthy creature, this ideal advertised by a thoroughly, beyond wrong and destructive multibillion dollar industry with far more power than governments.

What a fucked up world.

The tyrants' bullies

2011-10-28T15:44:00.001-07:00

Most people are brainwashed to trust the police. They don't realize or don't want to realize that the police are the tyrants' bullies. Basically most people believe anything or fool themselves into believing anything the various governments and authorities tell them, in all important matters.

They deny that the police are bullies and inherently violent and brutal, until they experience the violence themselves. This is also true with the Occupy movement.

One voice exemplifies this in excellent ways:

«I am someone who did say ‘The police are here to protect you. They’re here to look out and make sure nothing happens to you’.

But after today I’m very much changed in that opinion. I’m starting to believe some of the things I hear about police intimidation. It makes me feel like we are living in a police state.»

My thoughts on the novel Dreams Belong to the Night by Amos Keppler

2011-10-05T07:28:00.000-07:00

This isn’t really a review, as it isn’t detailed enough for that, but more like a burst of excitement.

It’s a great, engaging story. You can hardly put the book down until you’ve read every single word.

Added to that is this:

It’s a story of extreme awareness, for everyone that has ever taken part in protests and have had their skull bashed in by the police. If you are anything like me, if you have suffered years and years of frustration in an effort to achieve true and powerful change in society this is the book for you.

I feel like a part of the story. It speaks to me. I can relate to the characters and to their situation, and the burning in their gut driving them forward.

To those protesting in the UK, United States, Cairo and every other place these days: you should really read the book, to find a focus for your justified anger and rage. I know I have.

Keppler doesn’t just write about ongoing rebellion, but the history of rebellion as well. This is even more precious since those in charge of the current tyrannical society do their best to eradicate all radical information, all critical thought and belief.

This story isn’t just about rebellion. It is rebellion.

We sat around the bonfire at night, not far from what is usually busy city streets and read from the book. I tell you, it was an event, so powerful and engaging.

I feel, in a strange way that the story truly speaks to me and my situation, and not just because the story is set in Copenhagen and Northern Europe and is about politically aware people there.

It speaks to the core of all humans, striving to break free.

Priorities

2011-10-01T09:33:00.000-07:00

I overheard the following in a music and video store recently:

- Mom, I gotta have this one, gotta have it NOW.

The teenage girl had picked up the recent season collection of one of the most mindless current TV-series, one of those filled with pretty young people and made to celebrate the empty mind, form without content.

- I don’t know if we can afford that right now, honey, the mother said. – We hardly have money for food and won’t get more until next Monday.

- I must have it, the girl whimpered, - must watch it today.

- It costs almost everything we have left, honey, the mother persisted, somewhat patient, but almost as whiny as her daughter. – We won’t have anything to eat for five days.

- I don’t need food, the girl snapped sullenly.

I left. I just couldn’t listen anymore. If I had stayed there a second longer I might have offed both the daughter and her relenting mother.

Case closed. Further comments unnecessary.

It's worse than we dare think

2011-08-06T12:33:00.000-07:00

According to The Nation Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA), we have an immense amount of change to look forward to in the future years due to climate change. Some of the potential future effects will include frequent wild fires, an increase in number and length of droughts, as well as a increase in the intensity and duration of tropical storms. Some of the major effects will not only impose on humans, but plants and animals too. Droughts, extreme weather, and wild fires bring extinction to plants, animals, and their habitats. With plants and animals becoming extinct our resources will become scarce.

This is nothing new. It has been known for decades, but it's about to take a dramatic turn for the worse. The future is already here. The dire prospects for humanity’s tailspin suicide run grow even dimmer.

The absurd and ridiculous

2011-05-26T16:20:00.001-07:00

Why do supporters of the official JFK story or official 911 or any other major conspiracy always say "why hasn't anyone talked"?

I mean, if you read about the JFK assassination there are all kinds of people who have "talked" about evidence being ignored, or covered up, witnesses being told to change their stories, the WR whitewash, etc.

I mean, books and books and books have been written on all the lies and cover ups concerning the JFK case and they are full of reliable upstanding people saying these things.

So why do you people who defend the official story say "why hasn't anyone talked"? That's absurd. Hell, Howard Hunt made a confession a few years ago. For years he denied being in Dallas despite the fact that he was there, then he finally admits he was there and was involved in the "Big Event" and yet you people still say "why hasn't anyone came out"?

Oswald was killed before he could talk or his confession wasn't recorded, or he wasn't involved at all, except being the patsy.

The trigger men sure as hell isn't going to come out and say...."Hi, by the way... we killed JFK and set Oswald up to take the fall".

It's absurd.

To me and every other sane person it's obvious that the Military-Industrial Complex was behind it. It was powerful before the assassination and has grown beyond all sane proportions afterwards.

Quite the bad choice and event

2011-04-02T12:46:00.000-07:00

I read a blog recently, where a writer is bragging about reading «the rulebook on storytelling» as her reason for getting published, for being accepted by an established publisher.

People like her are actually proud of being good at repeating the dull and average and mundane.

Of course she was accepted. She used the template for what every established publisher consider acceptable storytelling.

Not a very great and admirable feat, if you ask me.

I would have asked her what the point was about it all, if I had bothered, why she didn’t become an accountant or something similar. It would be just as well, since she became a copyist instead of a writer.

I would have rather written something original and refreshingly different myself, and taken the hard road and approach to writing and publishing. If I can’t do that I see no point in living out my creative urges.

This is how it should be done.

Wasteful

2010-12-23T07:47:00.000-08:00

The Danes throw one fifth of the food they buy this year according to a recent study, a sharp increase from previous studies.

Perhaps I shouldn’t complain. I and fellow house members always find a lot of good stuff in Copenhagen’s garbage cans. It also makes me almost appreciative of the cold. Garbage cans are excellent freezers this time of the year.

But, no, I see it as yet another insane expression of the modern society. It’s founded on waste, on a beyond wasteful existence, among several other things, founded on mindless destruction of nature, of life and resources. Most people today have no awareness of their surroundings or their place in it. There is no deliberate viciousness in them throwing away perfectly useful food, since there is hardly any awareness at all, no matter the act or lack of one.

In a better society people would own no more than they were able to carry and not inhabit giant homes able to house dozens of people. Current society is fucked up to the max, quite simply. That point is simply driven home even more than it usually is during Christmas.

As for Christmas: People’s «decision» to celebrate it isn’t taken in a vacuum. Their «choice» has consequence for many others, making it that much harder to expose the deceit making up the oppressive society.

Governed

2010-10-05T17:06:00.000-07:00

«You know it, and you permit it. To be governed is to be kept in sight, inspected, spied upon, directed, law-driven, numbered, enrolled, indoctrinated, preached at, controlled, estimated, valued, censured, commanded, by creatures who have neither the right, nor the wisdom, nor the virtue to do so.... To be governed is to be at every operation, at every transaction, noted, registered, enrolled, taxed, stamped, measured, numbered, assessed, licensed, authorized, admonished, forbidden, reformed, corrected, punished. It is, under the pretext of public utility, and in the name of the general interest, to be placed under contribution, trained, ransomed, exploited, monopolized, extorted, squeezed, mystified, robbed; then, at the slightest resistance, the first word of complaint, to be repressed, fined, despised, harassed, tracked, abused, clubbed, disarmed, choked, imprisoned, judged, condemned, shot, deported, sacrificed, sold, betrayed; and, to crown all, mocked, ridiculed, outraged, dishonored. That is government; that is its justice; that is its morality.»

Pierre-Joseph Proudhon - the first to use the word an-archism (no government) in modern times

Review of «the Defenseless» by Amos Keppler

2010-08-08T12:21:00.000-07:00

This is one of the few reviews I’ve written, one of the few I’ll ever write.

Most of my few reviews I do because they’re worth it, and this is worth it beyond my ability to describe.

It… grabs you from the very first sentence and never let go. It grabs you harder, and painfully so, as the story progresses.

It’s about growing up in today’s brutal and beyond destructive society, about alienation, the beyond powerful desire for freedom and everything in one, boiling package.

I can guarantee you one thing: you’ve never read anything even remotely similar before.

If the reader’s eyes are closed they’re forced open quite fast. If he or she has any illusions of the world, they’re quickly deprived of such.

We follow three siblings and their friends through adolescence in a typical American suburb, but it could be virtually anywhere in the modern Western world. The stench of the blood flowing from open wounds is impossible to ignore. This isn’t a book for small children. Thank the Goddess!

I had the pleasure of reading it the first time several years ago. It only gets better the second time around.

Amos is a self-publishing author, and they’re the best kind, almost the only kind in today’s inhuman world worth reading.

We get honesty from that kind of author, that kind of artist. In this story it’s pervasive beyond belief. This is the world in all its horror and «glory». Be welcome to it.

No human being calling himself or herself radical should miss this book. No one should, period. Everybody should read it, and perhaps learn something crucial about the world they live in, about themselves, and be forever changed.

It is that explosive, that powerful, so filled with substance and fire.

And the best news of all: This is just the first of 12 - twelve - novels from Amos’ hand that will be published during the next three years.

Look out, society and tremble at your rotten core.

A good thing

2010-08-07T14:22:00.000-07:00

It is great when Gisele Bündchen speaks out in favor of breastfeeding. There is too much propaganda today for the formula shit people can buy at stores. Artificial is better, it says, than doing it the natural way, a statement used often today, in many areas. And many people listen when Gisele speaks, inevitably. A lot can be said about that, but at least in this, one case it’s a good thing.

Of course natural breast-milk is healthier and better for the child than that other shit. In fact that other shit is clearly downright harmful, because it’s woefully lacking in essential ingredients.

There are those women that for some reason or another are unable to nurse their children. I’m not going after them at all. I’m just pointing out yet another crucial truth present day humanity seems to have forgotten and misplaced.

Emphasis wrong

2010-04-22T20:57:00.000-07:00

One of the many issues where mainstream pseudo-environmentalists and supporters of «green capitalism» get it wrong is energy, the entire topic yet another diversion from what everything is truly about.

Their focus is mainly on energy production, hardly even considering what it is used for. As long as the energy production itself produces less pollution it seems to be all right to these people. All kinds of new energy sources are being discussed, solar, thermal, wind and even the bad old nuclear, which is the very worst imaginable. This discussion is a diversion, a deceit, or at best: a totally wrong emphasis. To me the worst case scenario here, in this context would be the day we could literally draw energy from the very air. Then the Earth and all life on it would be doomed beyond salvation. The worst use of energy today isn’t the use of a few light bulbs here and there, or less water in the shower, which the discussion seems to be focused on, but what is used for the massive, constant Destruction we witness every second we live. More land is gobbled up by what Amos Keppler calls the World Grinder, more wilderness is covered by concrete, asphalt, glass and plastic. The modern, current human society does that, marching on to its mad tune, destroying everything in its path.

As Keppler and others are pointing out; it is humanity’s energy needs that must fall to virtually nothing, until we, literally speaking don’t leave more than a few footprints on Earth again during our entire lifetime.

As we see how Virgin America, Bravo TV and other grand polluters have had a sponsored top spot on the #earthday hashtags and Earth Day trending topic on Twitter today we know yet again what a massive propaganda machine is out there, even today, on Twitter and everywhere, especially today to fool people into thinking recycling, light bulbs, showers and other equally useless smoke and mirror undertakings are important, distracting them from the real issue.

I would say about 1 percent calling themselves green on the Internet and in human society as a whole is genuine. The rest is just out to make lots of bucks, to make a killing on Earth’s destruction, or they are playing useful idiots to them.

I don't know which the worst is of those two groups making out those 99 percent. It's about even, I guess.

Nothing is more important today than this, to see beyond the illusion and start fighting the true fight for humanity's future.

Gestapo is alive and well, and living in Denmark

2010-01-29T16:00:00.000-08:00

At the protests during the Copenhagen Climate Change meeting in December one policeman was particularly brutal to me. He kicked me to the ground, stepped on my arm, kicked me in the ribs so I couldn’t breathe or move, bent down, grabbed my arm and pulled it so hard that it broke. Then he striped me and dragged me off to The Cage with a lot of other, unfortunate victims that he and his colleagues decided to make a project of.

I was kept in The Cage with a lot of others during most of the day, while the pain in my arm just got worse and worse.

It was a particularly bad fracture the doctor told me. He found splinters in it, and he feared for long term damage, and he told me flat out he had never seen anything like it, and he had been with the Red Cross. What should just take a couple of weeks to heal took six, and I wasn’t certain I wasn’t permanently damaged until my last visit to the doctor earlier this week.

I filed charges against the policeman, of course, but I have done so before without any result, except for the fact that the harassment has turned worse. This time they have stayed away, though, probably because of all the general media coverage during the protests. We expect that the stalking will pick up again soon. It always does.

No journalists have covered my story, of course. I’m used to that, too. The established media is the tyranny’s lapdogs, an obvious fact everybody should realize.

It has taken me some time to digest this. I’m writing it down in a feverish rush, without thinking too much about it. I’m fine, though, even if the above described event is slightly worse than even I and my friends and tribe members are used to. It makes me more dedicated to fight on, not less.

The language of oppression

2010-01-28T19:58:00.000-08:00

Ways to dissuade children’s interest in science, technology, engineering and math

There are several children in our squatted house. Some of them have also reached the time where they would start school if they were a part of established society, and we also have teenagers. We keep them away as much as we can from that, of course, not letting that society teach them its language, the language of the oppressor.

That language is many things.

Children are taught greed from an early age. They learn how to place value on things, on trinkets and baubles. But most of all they learn a language alienating them, both from their own instincts and from nature, from Earth and life on it.

That language is science. Science has long since become the new religion, and among its many bad qualities is the fact that it teaches that the world and life on it is a Petri dish, one where an aloof humanity may poke and hurt any creature, including other humans for the sake of «knowledge», money and power.

We, the adults of the squatted house, being quite the resourceful bunch in many ways teach them differently, teach them about ancient humanity, about the value of life and unspoiled nature, how we hardly had any footprints then, and how we for countless generations left the Earth pretty much as it was when we were born. We tell them about the language of the oppressor, of civilization, but we certainly don’t teach it.

Civilization is many things, also about the insane need to build, to construct and destroy. We teach unschooling, deconstruction, independence and a diversity that is very far from the narrow chinks of civilization. Advanced technology is uncool, we tell them. Civilization is a Machine, forming all humans in its own image. We tell them how to avoid the pitfalls during adolescence, how to avoid being drawn into the maelstrom of society, how not to be dumbed down by a system of government doing its best to educate people to dependency and stupidity. They know, from an early age that science and advanced technology, engineering and math are inherently bad for us all, a part of an artificial construct destroying everything making life worth living.

We instruct them in ways to recognize the signs of brainwashing in the other children they interact with, an interaction we encourage, and give them feedback, in turn teach them the alternative to civilization, something that has yielded quite remarkable results. Other people’s children are visibly happier among us than they are among their own parents.

Civilization is a construct, we tell them, a Machine, and the Machine wants everybody to be its servants, its wheels within wheels. Science is about taking a tiny piece of reality and present it as all of it, a lie, a deception of the worst order. Building and expanding cities, constructing giant buildings of concrete, metal, glass and plastic is killing us all. Studying the language of death isn’t a noble pursuit. Rebelling against the Machine and all its works is.

Tyranny isn’t really about letting uniformed thugs loose on protesters, isn’t about making ever more oppressive laws. That is just the end product, the final touch when everything else is already in place. The main token of a successful tyranny is its language, something integrated into society’s foundation. Children today are tricked, more or less forced to give up a piece of themselves, one piece at the time. By the time they reach adulthood there is very little left of their humanity, and they are fooled into policing themselves, making the magistrates’ job fairly easy, a mere formality. It is practically a miracle if any of us, living today reach adulthood with any true cognitive thought left. The language of civilization shunts nature and all reality outside human perception and builds an ivory tower where almost all of us reside.

We simply teach children about the vast reality outside the tiny construct, that’s all, teach them how insignificant the construct truly is, and how glorious is the Universe outside the construct’s bubble.

Why?

2009-12-22T17:39:00.000-08:00

About a week ago (how time flies) I asked my followers on Twitter and others I know, on and off the Internet, quite a few of them fairly aware people usually standing by their convictions, why atheists or radicals or anti-consumers and similar celebrate Christmas. I did it for obvious reasons, since it most certainly flies in the face of everything they stand for, and because I was indeed curious, and I have always seen it as an irreconcilable contradiction.

I got quite a few replies and answers, all very polite. The reasons I was given were pretty much what I expected, family and tradition and habit, and a few prejudiced questions in return. There is no need to be specific, using names or aliases here. All and any response I got was pretty similar, except one, saying it appealed to his sense of irony, which was different, at least.

At least no one brought up Scrooge from Dickens’ A Christmas Carol this time. Thank the goddess for small favors. But there were people that insisted on claiming that I had had a bad experience of Christmas as a child, even if I repeatedly told them the opposite several times. Why should there necessarily be a bad childhood experience? There are plenty of reasons to loathe Christmas without it, on its own «merit».

One important factor was that my laidback, even polite question received far more replies and called far more attention to itself than my heart-wrenching story from Copenhagen, which says a lot about even the fairly radical and independent followers I keep on Twitter and friends I have on the Internet in general, and the world at large.

Is this a grave matter, you may ask. In my opinion it is. Sorry, guys, in my opinion celebrating Christmas, in any form, anything even resembling the Christian way or the consumer insanity or as a glue for society or encouragement for nationalism and an even longer list of additional negative factors is just plain wrong, a way of appeasing all the bad forces driving the «celebration». It is far more than an innocent get-together with family and friends. Some of you were clearly embarrassed, and you should be, and more. Christmas can never be reformed, can never be anything else, can never be justifiably defended. It’s just a bad thing.

The fact that most of you hadn't even been asked the question or didn't seem to have considered it before should tell a lot.

Habits are a thousand strands of a spider’s web later to become chains. Christmas is a dangerous and oppressive tradition that should be broken. It’s justifying so many bad things, and cementing both religion and consumerism in current society, and almost more important: It’s a part of the treacherous ongoing process pulling people back into an oppressive society they want little or no part of. It is training children, ruining them, if you like, to accept and even be excited about many things in life they should shun like a plague.

Say no to Christmas, now, and for all time, and crucially: to what it represents.

Gitmo Copenhagen

2009-12-14T17:25:00.000-08:00

I sit here, in a friend’s house, writing this down in a fairly relaxed manner. They're rounding up a lot of my friends, right now, in Liberty City, attacking them and dragging them off to The Cage, but I am fairly safe, since my friend isn’t on Gestapo’s list over my friends or even acquaintances (I hope). My arm is in a sling. It hurts, and the painkillers cloud my mind, but I am pleased to say that the Burning inside is still there, stronger than ever.

I can say, with confidence that I have lots of first hand knowledge of the events I’m about to describe to you. During the last week I’ve spent so much time in the cages in the «temporary» prison in Valby that it almost feels like home.

There is so much to share about my experiences the last few days and nights that I could write a book about it (and perhaps I will), but let me give you all a little taste, a few facts, a brief look into government terror against its own population.

This is a selection of what the police, the current Gestapo in Copenhagen has done to us and other protesters in the last few days.

They are bugging us, always harassing us. They have done that for years, and also increased the level of harassment weeks before the summit began.

When they attacked the protests they did so completely without provocation. They striped us (modern «handcuffs» made of plastic), took a random selection of the 100 000 people big protest rally and made people sit on the cold sidewalk, not allowing us to pee or shit or anything, and many of the inexperienced victims did it in their pants. We didn’t, having some idea what to expect. It was below zero, and we quickly felt like ice pickles, hardly able to move or feel our arms. Some of us tried to get up and walk away, but we were pushed back down. A boy hit his head and lay still for minutes. We screamed at them to help him, to get a doctor, anything, but they ignored us. When he woke up he looked totally out of it. We were separated from him later and never saw him again. The pee and shit in people’s pants froze. A girl was beaten harshly by a club. She had been screaming, or rather howling with an almost gone voice for minutes. They took her away eventually. We kept quiet. When you are threatened with brutal violence, unable to defend yourself you stay quiet.

Then they finally took us to The Cage, a number of cages actually in what they call an interim prison in Valby. It is basically a storage facility that would make a butcher proud. We were stored, like sardines in a box. People in my cage began throwing up. Several of them showed telling and dangerous signs of extreme fatigue and brain damage, the blood in their faces and the diluted pupils among them. I’m not a doctor, but you don’t need a crystal ball to see the obvious. It’s beside the point anyway, as I hope you will understand.

Twelve hours can be incredibly long. All sense of time disappears. This is the very essence of torture. You take victims to a place, both real and imagined where all safety is gone and the inconceivable becomes commonplace. Then, after a while you can make them do whatever you want. I’m somewhat hardened, in the sense that I have experienced a lot of this shit through the years, but I’m not ashamed to say that this was the worst I have ever experienced.

And it has happened every day since Thursday. I have had the pleasure of spending two nights at the hotel facilities in Valby. And if you didn’t realize that this was sarcasm there is no hope for you.

Others have spent at least three.

This is no longer a question of only Climate Change, and in truth it never was. Society must change dramatically, not only releasing a little bit less greenhouse gases to an overtaxed atmosphere.

They lie to us, lie to you, making you believe anything, while you sit safely in your chair, in front of your television set, and are deceived 24/7. Do you think you are safe in your ignorance and fear and non-participation? Many of those passing by the last four days believed that, too.

And you aren’t safe in your living room either. The tenet of a tyranny is that no one is safe. Everybody is living with the Damocles sword above their head, whether they acknowledge that or not.

Is it random, you say? That is the point. It’s supposed to be random. People are trained to police themselves, out of fear, because they are conditioned to do it, or quite simply because they want to avoid even considering the implied threat of violence.

Tonight they went after those independents still protesting, charged into Liberty City like a hot knife through butter. They have wanted to shut down Liberty City from its very start, and made an effort out of it the last twenty years. Tonight they are making another effort.

A nice man out of uniform

2009-12-14T15:56:00.000-08:00

Wednesday wasn’t that funny, not compared to the rest of the week and weekend:

We were standing by the globe, «the new symbol of unity» in Copenhagen the other day. The place has been filled with cops for days. We treat them like flies and basically ignore them. They want their presence to be intimidating, but it isn’t, not to us, not when we are used to seeing these nice people with clubs and shields in their hands, and their heads covered by a huge protective helmet.

The uniformed thugs, the current Gestapo is visible. They have a presence in the streets, as they like to call it.

But that isn’t enough for them. A lot of the tyranny’s soldiers trail us out of uniform as well. If they aren’t intelligence or something they are usually easy to spot, though. They aren’t very bright, and they are lousy actors. We don’t allow ourselves to be bothered by those flies either, unless they become really troublesome.

And sometimes we have a lot of fun with them, and on rare occasions, such as this one, we get the opportunity to really enjoy ourselves.

He called himself Karl. Karl wasn’t new. He had stuck around for weeks, and we could almost feel his excitement, his bold desire to take the next step, and be the hero of all his Gestapo comrades.

After he had barked against his comrades in arms for some minutes to impress us he asked if he could join us at our squatted house. We shrugged and told him our home was open to everybody, playing along.

These encounters usually go like this: They know that we know that they know that we know it’s them.

Or something to that effect.

I noticed that he paid me a lot of attention out of the corner of his eyes. He seemed very determined today. I felt a little queasy, but I was a little bored, and decided to play along, to give him rope.

He stuck to me like glue, eager in his condemnation of his secret pals, like he would always be one of the first to throw stones at protests. As I said he isn’t that much of an actor and doesn’t really want to be either. Like all members of Gestapo he enjoys his power, and without the ability to exercise it he is nothing.

The two of us slowed down, walking a little behind the others. They would soon disappear ahead if we didn’t pick up speed. I felt alone, just for a moment.

- You aren’t doing anything special tonight, are you?

- I guess not, I shrugged.

The others turned a corner. The two of us couldn’t see them anymore.

We walked through a dark alley. He grabbed me and pushed himself at me.

- What are you doing? I chuckled.

- Just stand still, he breathed in my ear. – Stand still, goddamnit. You would want to be a good girl, now.

I tried to pull free, but he held me hard.

He tried to kiss me on the lips. I turned my face away from him. He grabbed my head and made a serious attempt at keeping it in correct position from his point of view.

I heard steps. He did, too, when he saw me look behind him.

- He wants you to be nice to him, Lotte said, her voice thick with sarcasm.

The poor guy suddenly seemed to get it, to notice everybody else standing around. I don’t want to think too much about what would have happened if they hadn’t been here.

- I think it’s about time to put a stop to this, now, I told the scowling man calmly. – Don’t you agree?

It ended quickly, almost before it began. His scowl changed to a snarl and he pulled away, walked off, and faded into the city night. «Karl» stopped existing there and then, and we wouldn’t see him again, except behind a helmet visor and shield and a raised club.

This is only one of many encounters between us and the Gestapo in the Copenhagen streets. Day in and day out they do their best to entertain us, to keep us on our toes.

The same old false song

2009-12-12T08:29:00.000-08:00

Radio Baghdad from Copenhagen today:

I'm scribbling this in haste, before returning to the streets of fire.

We see it every time. There is a man with a bomb or a suspicious suitcase somewhere (as if a suitcase can be suspicious). Protesters are planning sinister acts. Terrorists are gathered in the community house where protesters are gathered. And so on. Pure bullshit and lies and deceit are filling the headlines and the subsequent text. All of it to justify BAD treatment of the dangerous protesters. It's quite okay to knock their heads bloody and their bodies blue and black.

Everything the government says about their true opponents is passed on by established media, their loyal, yapping dogs. The true protesters are never given a voice, except as a beaten-to-a-pulp (and dangerous) villain behind bars.

And the power-loyal «protester» is defending Gestapo's action, like his kind always is.

And the adoring public is eating it up, like the stupid, mindless slaves and zoombies they are.

When the local branch of the modern Gestapo is charging us with bloody clubs we defend ourselves. it is as plain as that. The sheep bow their heads and take whatever the pigs dish out, but we don't.

And the men and women behind the fences, in their palaces are let off the hook, relieved of any true criticism.

Clear like the purest of water.

Welcome to Copenhagen

2009-10-24T07:30:00.000-07:00

10 000 rebels and protesters are expected to come to Copenhagen during the official Global Warming meeting here. Very few of them will have a place to stay, but that’s okay. There are lots of buildings to squat, many which have been empty for years. It’s a bout time they are put to good use.

The border police will do their best to close the border, of course, like they are usually doing before such events, to keep people from exercising their right to protest, but we are used to that, and know many ways around it. My guess is that most of our ten thousand brothers and sisters, and possibly more, bent on spitting the so called world leaders in the eye will reach the Copenhagen streets these cold and hot days and nights.

I look forward to meet you, to scream and sing with you and join you in giving the people sitting on their asses a just reward. The police will most certainly try to arrest me and other «troublemakers» well before the event, like they always do, but by then we will be long gone from our usual haunts. We will have gone underground, so to speak.

See you all in December…

Jesus has never existed

2009-10-15T12:23:00.000-07:00

There have always been those opposing the lies of the so called Jesus Christ, both concerning his origin and his very existence, both as a man and a god.

Right from the very start, the very creation of the prevailing myths, people have exposed the lies. Those sharing what was then the present with the first Christians could easily expose it for the fairy tale it was, since everyone or at least a lot of people then knew them to be right. They exposed it as bullshit, what everybody should do today as well, when it has long since become such dangerous and insane bullshit.

I’ve had the pleasure of reading Archaya S and others’ writings on this for years. They expose claim by claim Christianity’s most fundamental lies.

There is no proof what so ever that Jesus has existed, in any form. On the contrary it becomes ever clearer that the Christians invented him. One of the church fathers, Eusebius of Caesarea is even bragging about it in his books.

«We shall introduce into this history in general only those events which may be useful first to ourselves and afterwards to posterity.»

Eusebius of Caesarea - church father of Nicaea 325 - Ecclesiastical History (Vol. 8, chapter 2).

«How it may be Lawful and Fitting to use Falsehood as a Medicine, and for the Benefit of those who Want to be Deceived»

Eusebius of Caesarea - church father of Nicaea 325 - Praeparatio Evangelica (title book 12, chapter 32).

These are merely a few of the «highlights» in his writings.

The early Christians picked and chose between ancient pagan legends and myths in which they created their savior to deceive the world. They didn’t emulate one particular story but a little from many of them, from the story of Zeus, Mitra, Buddha and Horus, to mention a few.

Non-Christian historians living in the first few centuries after the professed crucifixion don’t mention Jesus or Christ with a single word. Either the word Christ (or Christos) means something completely different where they used it, or historical documents were quite simply changed and forged by later Christians. The entire so called Testimonium Flavianum presumably from the writings of Josephus, a Jewish general and historian is probably Eusebius’ doing, his insertion.

Thinkers and researchers like Archaya S and the rest have studied the material thoroughly, and with far more critical eyes than officially sanctioned scientists. Doing elementary cross-checking and true scientific methods they have pieced together a picture quite different from the accepted story, exposing established scientific circles for the deceivers they are.

Because the fallacy continues today. The Christians and their apologist supporters have the power and decide what should be held as truth. The established scientific circles work with something they call the «zero hypothesis», which is basically what is currently seen as the most probable «truth». Then they defend that against any alternatives, and have the gall to claim that they are seeking the truth and nothing but the truth. Two thousand years after everything started the hustlers have convinced almost the entire world, with disastrous results. Fortunately there are those that won’t be fooled, people seeing religion for what it is: opium for the people and a pox on mankind.

Another great victory against censorship

2009-10-13T14:40:00.000-07:00

Our page Crossroads, an art site about Transgression, rebellion and life on the edge of society is finally up and running again.

It has been down for some time, now, since it was removed from its last server "due to its offensive content". It isn't the first time that happened and probably won't be the last. A few years ago we were also censored, pretty much with the same "reasoning".

I looked for a useful free webspace for a while, but it is increasingly difficult to find such a beast these days, so since we often have to search garbage cans for food because we can't afford to buy it we couldn't put it back up until a friend paid for space for us.

We'll see how long it will stay up this time.

Urban Prose

2009-08-09T18:01:00.000-07:00

I recently started something in my head I call Urban Prose. It might be something to consider actualizing, pursuing. I report from the urban landscape, its horrors and alienation, as I walk, sit and watch. There are a thousand things happening even in a quiet street, and a million in one filled with people and machines, with four-wheeled coffins. It feels like a moving painting. The insane modern condition is unfolding and crunching in my head.

Strasbourg burning

2009-04-04T19:37:00.000-07:00

Radio Baghdad broadcasting from hot Strasbourg nights:

We use gas masks and have covered every piece of skin. It’s quite unpleasant, but nothing compared to the teargas and all the other sinister stuff the Gestapo is throwing at us. Today is sixty years since NATO, the attack alliance was formed, and the war continues, both against defenseless developing countries and all of us protesting and fighting NATO’s ruthless militarism.

Strasbourg is burning and it is a great sight. Strasbourg and every other place where tyrants meet should burn.

Western governments have for a long time done everything in its power, used the most despicable methods to crush all opposition. It’s great to know that they have failed miserably.

Rebels have for so long been struck by clubs and closed fists every time they have attempted to express themselves strongly against the insanity ruling today’s world. We wake up with bruises for weeks afterwards, also bruises we are not aware of at first, but we decided long ago that we won’t just lay down and die, like the sheep do, like the majority of the world’s population does faced with what they see as the superior power.

But that power is brittle. The thin surface keeping the rotten blood inside is easily cracked. Cut just a bit and you reach its rotten heart, and the entire corrupt society falls apart, like it should have done long ago.

The new strongman

2009-04-04T19:24:00.000-07:00

The Danish prime minister, Anders Fogh Rasmussen was Saturday named as NATO’s new general secretary. «Fog», as we call him is one of those having participated actively on the oppressors’ side during the false «War on Terror». He has made sure that Denmark, as a country has been one of the most eager beavers when it comes to implementing new, oppressive laws the last few years, and is the only one of George W. Bush’s comrades in arms after 9/11 with a little muscle left. To just call him a Bush-puddle is way too positive, though. During Fog’s tenant as Prime Minister Denmark has undergone a transformation from being more or less open and immigrant-friendly to become racist and closed, especially towards those originally farthest removed form the Danish society in the first place. Poverty has exploded among the disenfranchised and underprivileged.

NATO takes yet another step in the right direction.

Wolverine the movie downloaded and watched a month before official release

2009-04-01T20:17:00.000-07:00

I’ve just watched the new Wolverine movie after having downloaded it from the Pirate Bay. This post includes detailed descriptions of the story, so consider yourself warned.

It was a fairly good movie. It revealed Wolverine’s life from childhood to close to the moment where he joined the X-Men. He killed his father and ran off from persecutors with his brother Victor, aka Sabretooth. We follow them through many wars, as they survive them all without a scratch, follow them to after the Vietnam war, where Wolverine, fed up with the killing attempts to start a new life with his girlfriend Kayla aka Silver Fox, but the past catches up with him and Kayla is seemingly killed by Sabretooth. Later that is revealed to false, a deception, instigated by the mutant hater William Stryker, of X-men fame to make Wolverine fall in line.

We experience the suffering hero’s entire life, painted with a broad stroke, way to broad, really. Everything is tied nicely together, and fairly faithful to the comics, but the story is way too short. 150 years are covered in less than two hours. It’s an insult. It should have been twice that long. As stated it’s a fairly good film, but superficial to the point of it ruining a lot of it for me.

A fact making me gloat even more because I am able to see it for free, one month ahead of the official release. I would have been able to make a far better film, especially with all the great back story available, for far less money. Fox is thoroughly superficial company, generally speaking making superficial movies and insane news broadcasts, a bunch of conservative assholes deserving of far more kicks in the face than this one.

But let’s celebrate: millions of people will watch this before the official release date. It’s not often we are able to totally screw a major capitalist venture like Fox.

Finally, we have treat, a very threatening letter sent to an American writing about the film in his blog. They are very fond of sending such letter and they are always funny to read.

Twentieth Century Fox Films
Sent by: [Private]
Baker & Hostetler
Los Angeles, CA, 90017, USA

Sent via: Electronic Mail
Re: Unauthorized Use of Twentieth Century Fox Properties

Dear ****:

We are writing to you on behalf of our client, Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation ("Fox"). Through our Internet monitoring program, we recently discovered that you acquired a copy of "X-Men Origins: Wolverine," which is owned by Fox. Attached are logs of relevant internet activity.

Fox has dedicated tremendous time and resources to create quality entertainment programming such as "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" and greatly values the comments and suggestions of fans who enjoy Fox's films. However, the development and distribution of Fox's films require a collaboration with many different entities, including guild organizations representing actors, directors, and writers. Based in part on these relationships, Fox has a legal responsibility, including many contractual obligations, to prevent the unauthorized distribution of its film material.

Therefore, while Fox tries to support its fans whenever possible, we must repsectfully ask that you delete all video files relating to "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" from your computer as soon as possible. If you do not remove these properties, we may be forced to take legal action to have them removed.

Thank you for your cooperation in this regard. Your interest in "X-Men Origins: Wolverine" is most appreciated. Fox will continue to do its best to bring you quality entertainment.

Nothing contained in this letter constitutes an express or implied waiver of any rights, remedies, or defenses of Fox.

Very truly yours,

*****
for BAKER & HOSTETLER LLP

Gulag

2009-03-07T04:36:00.000-08:00

Now, with the pressure from the top gone, soldiers previously serving at the Guantanamo-base step forward and say that the conditions there were worse than people could imagine. They bear witness to the systematic torture of the close to 250 prisoners.

Susan J. Crawford, leading the committee deciding whether or not charges shall be brought against the inmates says that Mohammed al-Qahtani, among others was heavily mistreated, and that his confession, among others have to be considered totally without merit.

Last year Sami al-Hajj, a photographer for the Arabian new channel Al Jazeera was released after six years in depraved captivity, in a severely weakened condition. He had practically become an old man during those years. He was thirty-nine.

All this was and still is justified with the thoroughly fake «War on Terror», a deliberate misconception creating misery and terror on a vast scale, brought to life and executed by western countries.

Nights of rage and fire

2007-06-03T12:33:00.000-07:00

Radio Baghdad broadcasting from Rostock nights:

Heiligendamm is surrounded by tall walls. Nobody, except those living there or the dogs faithful to the world’s elite can possibly get past the high fences and wire there.

So we go to Rostock, to protest against the destroyers gathering in Heiligendamm, for this version of Smoke and Mirrors, for this G8 meeting. But the storm troopers, the current version of the Gestapo attack us even there. There is no pretense, really, no attempt from the cops, the «riot police» to come off as benevolent. They are after us from the moment we arrive at Copenhagen Central Station, and when we arrive at the German border that presence is doubled many times. They harass us and attempt to intimidate us at every juncture on the journey to Rostock. When we arrive there they greet us in their warm and pleasant manner. We are roughed up and searched, and they do their utmost to make it pleasant for us…

But still thousands of people gather in Rostock, in spite of their efforts. And we see how that frustrates them, how it infuriates them. They attack the gathering almost immediately. First there are a few «exercises», limited excursions into the crowd. We know this pattern well and know what to expect.

Then… it begins. They attack us with a viciousness and brutality that quite frankly scares the shit out of me. But we have long ago decided not to let us be intimidated or scared by these people. Their beyond cruel methods and systematic terror just give us one more reason to stand up against them.

They attack us with their clubs and everything. As stated there is no pretence here, in the streets of teargas and coughing and screaming and pain. We fight back, and I’m pleased to declare that more of us fight back this time than ever before. We meet Gestapo with a force easily overwhelming theirs. This is different, different from all the times we have been easy prey. We strike back, and these soldiers of tyranny begin to fall, begin to lose. They drop in the dozens, in the hundreds. We do, too. Wails of pain and horror rise from these streets of fire, but this time we aren’t helpless victims. There are sufficient numbers of angry protesters to stem the advancing tide of tyranny’s brutal thugs. Hundreds are injured and for once they are mostly cops, and we shout in triumph. We know we haven’t really won anything, that this is at best, just another illusionary victory, but it feels good, and it might yet again be the beginning of something new and dangerous and great, a great omen for the future.

We cough again, in surroundings of teargas and steam and body fluids, and cry out in pain and rage, and it is a wonder to behold.

A runaway elephant

2007-05-19T19:22:00.000-07:00

Ekstrabladet writes about an elephant running away from a circus on Jylland, Denmark, where he had been held captive. It ran off and created chaos on the highway when it decided to stop on the road and rub an itch it had. What a fabulous sight it must have been. Chaos is always great to behold.

Unfortunately as it is the story has a tragic end: the elephant returned to his keepers. It has clearly been too ruined during his time in captivity to seek freedom above all else.

That it is still allowed to keep animals in any circus and in cages on pelt farms, and in laboratories is certainly yet another tragedy elevating the insanity of today’s society. The poor elephant experienced briefly the freedom that should have been a given, to him, to all of us.

This story is presented in a cheerful way in established media, a tiny slice of today’s reality designed to make people chuckle a bit, to make them tell themselves that existence is bearable, after all. Very few think much about the deeper aspects, the horrible consequences of it all.

Damn it, how I loathe the world’s jailers and torturers. My contempt for them is as deep as the ocean.

Gorilla on a rampage

2007-05-19T12:54:00.000-07:00

A 180 kg gorilla climbed out of its enclosure at the Blijdorp Zoo in Rotterdam recently. After climbing up the enclosure wall it «ran amok» and bit a woman and injured three other people. The place was evacuated and closed while the gorilla was ganged up on by its keepers and sedated with a dart from a safe distance. The zoo that was filled with visitors reopened later that day.

People are again seemingly shocked at this display of savagery in captured animals, similar to the outrage they display when humans escape from prison. What do they expect? What part of «born to be wild» don’t they get? I certainly feel very antagonistic against anyone who would want to imprison me. So would any sane human being. Unfortunately sanity is in very short supply in today’s world.

Green

2007-05-11T18:41:00.000-07:00

Green is here. Weeks of warm weather didn’t quite cut it, but days of rain after that did the job.

I love spring. Life is undeniable, irresistible then. No amount of oppression anywhere can hide its violent outbreak. Growth itself is wreaking havoc with our bodies, senses and mind. I see green in even the grayest of concrete, of Death. Loss, the loss of spirit is all around us, as it always is in civilization, but muted these days, not nearly as powerful as it seems in the death-sleep season.

The petrol vapor still lingers in the air, its bitter taste reminding us where we are. All the poison, mental and physical, released by current destructive human society is very much present. But its bite is less. These days, briefly, we can easier imagine a different world.

I see trees, and I see the forest. I see it as I walk up and down streets and alleys. I even see it in people’s eyes, briefly, this time of year, as many open their eyes in wonder, as they taste the forgotten and forbidden and catch the scent of life in the wind.

I love spring. People turn wild and daring before my eyes. Chains don’t break, but they turn brittle and weak… at least for a little while, and I enjoy the brief respite from the cold.

New life

2007-05-06T18:34:00.000-07:00

We held a small party for the tiny addition to out tribe recently, the son coming to us seven months ago. Why celebrate that he is seven months, you may ask? I say and we say why not?

He isn’t my biological son, but born by my sister across the table. I have previously written about how we see things concerning children and family in our Circle. Feel free to read it.

We are many around the table. The ruckus of the last few months has actually increased our number, and that pleases me, pleases me greatly. We celebrate and are enjoying ourselves, and the new life in our midst is filling us with joy and fire.

No one knows who his biological father is and no one cares, because all the males around the table are his father, just like all the females are his mothers. It is possible, possible to live a different life. There are countless examples of that. Societies like ours exist all over the world, societies where people live in a world of living dead. We are laughing heartily where we sit, where we toast and eat and sing and dance, and the tombstones surrounding us are fading in our hearts.

We walk through the streets

2007-04-07T06:02:00.000-07:00

We walk through the streets as if we own them and we do. Not in the stupid sense that we have any legal claim on them, but because we’re dominating them. People stare at us with their lowered eyes, in their fear and shame, while we, holding our heads high, declare our pride to the world. Hundreds of us have been imprisoned and beaten by the police, by the tyrants’ bullies, and we’re still here.

We’re actually more here, now, than we used to be, than we’ve ever been. It’s remarkable, but not strange how liberating it is to stand up for ourselves, and to rise against oppression. They did their best to break us, but achieved the exact opposite result. Right now we’re not doing anything, anything overt to provoke them, except by our very presence. Justified pride has no place in today’s world. No true human emotion or humanity has.

A house is gone, but what it represents won’t go away. We carry it with us, forever. The authorities achieved nothing by brutally assaulting us, except alienating a bunch of young people. The older among us have found a lot of new friends on the radical venues throughout the city lately.

We sit there, in the smoke, in the mist, exchanging looks, men and women thrown together by coincidences and Fate. What doesn’t kill us or turn us into zombies, make us stronger. We feel it, in every single spot on our body and in our mind. They beat us up and believed they beat us, but we survived, not only with our mind and independence intact, but enhanced, with the fire inside having grown even stronger than before. We have grown and become more than we were. Thank you, Denmark. Thank you, Copenhagen.

We walk through the streets and we see fear in the police officers empty eyes.

Still here

2007-03-16T16:05:00.000-07:00

The smoke clears and only a ruin remain. The Youth House is gone.

We, a bunch of us, stare at it with running eyes. But our tears are of defiance and rage. It is said that the ruin in front of us was just a house, and that is true. Even though it represented ideas and ideals it was merely a building, a material expression of something that the material can never express. What is inside us isn’t a place but a state of mind. It’s true. That evasive place of freedom is everywhere, in all true warriors’ heart and core.

Hundreds were arrested and jailed. How many will probably never be quite clear. I’ll certainly not trust the police to tell us the correct number. Many were arrested. Quite a few of them only passing by, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was among those not caught this time. But I have been arrested before, and I know how a cell looks like and feels like, both because I’ve seen the small cell from the inside and because I walk through the bigger prison of society every day.

I know what my friends and fellow warriors feel. I would, even if I hadn’t heard their cries of pain and desolation.

They threw everything at us, and we’re still here.

«We made a mistake», Information Officer Fleming Steen Munch in the Copenhagen police stated today, to Danish TV2.

They fired Ferret 40 teargas grenades at us, a brand that even the manufacturer, Defense Technologies describes as lethal, «if fired directly at people».

Our pal Fleming doesn’t mean it, of course. Police forces all over the world have a long history of coming up with insincere apologies after street battles. It’s one of their methods of softening the blow when facing a public at least partly seeing through their propaganda. Even a text-TV message on Norwegian television, in a rare show of honesty co-revealed, confirmed that the uniformed thugs attacked peaceful protests. Everybody knows what’s going on in the world, even the most thickheaded average citizen and watchdog. They know deep down. They have eyes and they can see. They have minds and they are able to think… even though they are not exercising that ability very much. They know what freedom of expression means, at least in a muddled part of their brains and core.

Workers are afraid. The religious zealots «legally» owning the ruin have a hard time finding people willing to work there, to build their house dedicated to intolerance and insanity.

Very good. The servants of tyranny should be afraid. They should look under their beds a dark night. The new, shiny house will in all probability be raised, under heavy guard from the thugs in armor. Experience tells us that. Their masters, in their smugness think they have won… again, but they haven’t, not really. This is merely one more battle of the thousands that have been, of the thousands to come.

They fired death at us, and hammered us with their clubs and viciousness and glee, and took us away in chains. We’re still here.

We’ll always be here.

Smoke

2007-03-01T17:44:00.000-08:00

Radio Baghdad from Copenhagen today:

I’m coughing constantly. I have been coughing all day. We were given word quite early that «something was up». The behavior of the Copenhagen police has gone from bad to worse lately. The people ruling these bullies, those sending them on their missions have turned ever more aggressive both in language and use of power the last year, even more so than during the last twenty years.

So, when the bullies, also the «anti-terror police» charged Ungdomshuset (the Youth House) in Copenhagen none of us was surprised. We’re just wondering why they waited so long.

They threw out the people living there, using water cannons and a helicopter, and all the equipment the bullies of tyranny generally has at hand.

I don’t have much time. I’m sitting on an Internet café, scribbling something. There are rumors that the bullies will close down places like this soon. The situation has exploded all over the city in such a short span of time. Traffic and streets have been closed. Street fights are happening everywhere. The train connections in and out of Copenhagen have been stopped. The police are holding Ungdomshuset, but they are besieged by an enraged gathering.

There is smoke everywhere, and I’m coughing, but I’m laughing, as well. I’m enjoying myself, not because Ungdomshuset has been cleaned, but because so many refuse to take it anymore, refuse to accept that society’s cleaners act the way they do. They have been getting away with so much. Hopefully they’re gonna get it this time. I shout at them and stand against them, like so many others. The clueless ordinary people we’re passing on the street look terrified at us and at their surroundings. One of them shouts that World War 3 has begun.

I fervently hope he’s correct.

Radio Baghdad from Copenhagen tonight:

Smoke and teargas are lingering in the air. There are fires everywhere. Garbage and ruined, burning cars and buildings with broken windows surround us wherever we look. We fight the police using our meager tools, but we fight and we keep fighting. Did they expect this, this much resistance? I think they expected a bit and planned for it, and even wanted it, wanted to teach us a lesson, but even though they will retain the upper hand, of course, with their superior numbers and armaments, and a corrupt society behind them, they have clearly overreached themselves today, tonight. We shout our triumph from the rooftops.

It’s a war zone. Even the established media says so. Princess Street, The Square and large parts of the city. Copenhagen is on Fire.

I keep coughing, and my eyes are flooded in tears, but they are tears of rage. The Square is filled with people, and we will continue to fight through the night, the weekend and beyond. People are coming to aid us from near and far, and I welcome them, welcome them all. This isn’t just about the house, this city or any, isolated incident. This is about us, and all people standing up for themselves against tyranny, the tyranny that is virtually everywhere today.

I hide out in a dark apartment, writing this. I will go back out soon. Don’t expect to hear from me again for a while.

Hopefully this will be yet another beginning of countless beginnings, to change the world. We can hope and do our best, for this to be the start of the one, true war: that against oppression and tyranny, especially the oppression and tyranny cloaked in benevolence and illusion. The tyrants and their watchdogs say people living in the western democracies are lucky and shouldn’t complain, shouldn’t go to so-called extremes like we do tonight.

They would say that, of course.

That is their pitch, their propaganda. They say protesters are violent merely because they are defending themselves. They say protesters are misguided or terrorists or whatever term is the current derogatory buzzword. I don’t believe it, believe them. And neither does anybody else gathered here tonight. Neither do millions of others in various countries seeing through their lies and conceit. This is an ongoing war, not constrained to a single nation or even a single string of events, but something happening everywhere, and I am very happy, extremely pleased to be a part of it.

Spring Dance

2007-01-08T18:20:00.000-08:00

The scent of spring burns in our nostrils. Feet hammer the ground. Drums beat our hearts. In the circle we dance. In the dance we sing. Our other sounds are blacked out. All other sounds are surrounding us. We hear the whistle of the forest in the crystal clear, misty air. Fire dances in our eyes. Our fire eyes burn through everything, echoing the molten sea in our veins. The Song of spring makes us deaf, and we hear better than ever. Naked bodies dance to the beat of the forest. I am Maxine the witch, and I fill myself. I drink from a cup never empty. The wolf is calling me home. I hear its call, and I heed its crystal clear voice. Voices of the circle dance respond, crying out in wild abandon, letting go of everything not life.

It's January. Branches are sprouting. The fields are turning green, here in the far, far north. We know the terrible and joyous song: The Earth is calling us home. The tribe dances to the rhythm of the noisy night.

The wolf meets me in the forest glen. My spirit meets me. I face it, I feel it, in every beat of my heart, every drop of blood flowing through my veins.

The Song thunders through the night, through the gray office spaces of current, half dead humanity.

We sing, and it is a song both silent and loud. Listen. Listen to the true voice of the Human Being.

THOSE NOT BUSY BEING BORN ARE BUSY DYING
THOSE NOT BUSY BEING BORN ARE BUSY DYING
THOSE NOT BUSY BEING BORN ARE BUSY DYING
THOSE NOT BUSY BEING BORN ARE BUSY DYING
THOSE NOT BUSY BEING BORN ARE BUSY DYING

Santa Clause doesn’t exist

2006-12-24T06:57:00.000-08:00

Today and tomorrow day are quite the ordinary days, or so one would have hoped.

A female supply teacher working at Boldmere Junior School was sacked in Sutton Coldfield, West Midlands, United Kingdom recently for telling the obvious truth: that Santa or Father Christmas doesn’t exist, and that the children, as ten and eleven year olds, should know that.

The calamity following this simple, healthy statement is both puzzling and horrible. What’s wrong with the parents, with people in general? I can’t help but thinking that this case is symptomatic for the world as a whole. Most people are evidently more comfortable living in the illusion than in the real world. Amanda Piovesana made this very telling statement:

- I am upset because it has taken away a magical part of Christmas. A teacher should not have the right to do that.»

Is this what she calls Magic, this… horrible conceit? No wonder the current human society is on the brink of collapse.

Your daughter can’t be very bright, Amanda. I saw through my grandfather’s disguise when I was five.

How long had you planned on keeping the truth from your stupid daughter? What other things do you keep from her?

The existence of mud...

2006-12-04T11:15:00.000-08:00

Imagine that God exists. I’m convinced he, she or It doesn’t, but let’s speculate…

Picture this: God is standing at the end of time (and that's where he must be). He has just experienced the entire universe from A to Z.

He didn't create the universe, but was just one of many forces being born into it. The "omnipotence", his boundless might, came later. He rose to the occasion, through many tough battles with various opponents, to emerge victorious.

So what does he do now?

He travels back in time to ensure that everything happens exactly as he remembers it, of course, to ensure that he indeed will become the most powerful entity in the universe.

Or perhaps he does want to change things. He's not happy with how things are and who he has become. But no matter what he does he's just ensuring that what happened comes to pass... again. He is unable to change anything.

A mass slaughter in the Andromeda Galaxy, the Holocaust, all the wars, all the suffering, all the horrible incidents are necessary to make the universe... what it is.

He's in a prison, a nightmare beyond comprehension, and can't get out.

So he becomes the christian Lucifer, rebelling at creation, knowing fully well that everything he does has already happened.

He has already seen it from the other side. That whatever he sets in motion, even though seemingly unknown to him will turn out to become something Known.

In time...

The war of information

2006-11-28T15:00:00.000-08:00

There is an ongoing war of information raging today, as it has for some time, since the first spires of tyranny rose towards the sky.

Information is power. Those controlling it control people’s mind actions, their very lives.

Since the dawn of history, the dawn of civilization the government and its people have lied, lied profusely to the people it professes to serve. This is puzzling at first, but once you consider it you realize that governments in general are alien to a natural life, the true rhythms and cycles of the world. So, the only way for a system to remain, to not crumble like the dust it is, is to resort to propaganda, to deceive and destroy even more than it is fated to do.

Framing fast forward to today. The tools of propaganda have grown beyond anything even imagined in the past. It’s its Golden Age. The system and its people construct and uphold a totally wrong and distorted perception of reality. Any method is used, of deception and brutality to make people stay put. And most people do, obey like good dogs, letting themselves be fooled endlessly, while ignoring the few, disparate voices seeing the world and reality at least fairly close to how it truly is.

Bad things and choices are highlighted as the one, true gospel. Good things are ignored or persecuted. War is peace. Oppression is freedom. Everything is turned upside down, inside out, until we don’t see the forest for the trees.

Open your eyes, truly wise men have said. Open your eyes and see truth. And doing so, it isn’t hard to see through the illusion, the lies of government and industry and other prophets of civilization. When they tell you to look here, then look the other way instead. When they tell you to hate a person, to detest his or her opinion, listen to him or her, and ponder deeply their words. When people in high places are praised, look beyond the veil to the sinister purpose behind.

I’m not saying you should automatically hate everything the masters love and love everything the masters hate, though. You have to do better and be better than that. The world isn’t black and white, but a rainbow of colors where festering spots may be very hard to spot. But that only means you’ll have to look and try that much harder.

Lies and deceit are fairly often exposed today, but they are still believed, to an uncanny degree. That says a lot about the power the power of deception has in this current insane society.

As long as most people allow themselves to be force fed lies, they will be nothing but puppets stumbling in strings. People should find their own truths, and let other people find theirs. As long as this isn’t the case, and people keep denying their own awareness, humanity as a species will keep stumbling towards that cliff not that far ahead.

Long Shadows

2006-10-15T05:40:00.000-07:00

The days grow shorter. The sun cast long shadows in the middle of the day.

A warm breeze caresses my face.

- What is wrong with the world, an old woman cries out. – What are the CLAWS I feel, reaching for my throat?

People look at her as if she’s addled, while it’s they that, in truth are not right in their head.

It’s a timely question, even though the beyond strange and uncommon weather isn’t really the worst of it.

What’s truly and horribly wrong has been so for a very long time. The human created Global Warming is merely one more symptom of that.

I and my fellow witches come together in our circle. We feel the growing imbalance of the world; the horrible imbalance humanity has created. We don’t even have to try.

We suffer all of us, in this world of steel, and concrete and glass and plastic, the world of creativity gone insane, where people creating ever more destructive tools are considered geniuses. Hands seek hands, mind seek mind, as we sit there contemplating the insanity, the sick despair blanketing the world. The world is lost, and we are slowly, in pain picking up its pieces.

There is a glimmer here, some piece there, of the humanity, the life and fire we once knew by heart. We have to think about what was once as natural as breathing. It’s awkward doing what we should do. And that is wrong, so very wrong.

We seek deep into the forest, into the wild, wild areas of humanity and the world, to find the so very valuable, essential pieces of ourselves.

The Broken Circle

2006-09-30T13:21:00.000-07:00

I became a mother today. One of my sister witches gave birth. A boy was born into our circle, our tribe. It’s a cause of great joy, and we rejoice. We dance within the circle, and celebrate with wild abandon.

I have not yet given birth myself, but I am just as much the boy’s mother as my sister is. We see things like that in my tribe. All the members share equally the joy and duty of being a parent, like we share almost everything.

We are very critical to both the nuclear family concept and the kindergarten method, both so popular in the current world. They are imposed on us, like all the unnatural stuff demeaning us in the current society, in civilization. In the nuclear family parents are chained to so-called parenthood, removing their freedom for the next twenty years, while kindergarten relieves them of responsibility and reduces parenthood to a duty.

My sister can, after a while, travel the world, without her child, if she so wishes, knowing that he’s safe and warmed and cared for.

I like this, our third way better than any of the unfulfilling ways we have been taught.

Too fat to move

2006-08-13T13:48:00.000-07:00

An increasing number of United States’ citizens is too fat to be x-rayed. There is quite simply too much fat for the x-rays to penetrate. Not that the fact that this particular piece of technology won’t work on them is the greatest tragedy in existence, but it still says a lot. It is yet another symptom of a far worse condition: that of humanity distancing itself ever more from nature.

Sixty-four percent of United States’ citizens are considered fat, about one third obese, many so fat that they can hardly move. Beds must be reinforced to not collapse under the strain.

- The statistics will be even worse next time, if something dramatic isn’t done, and fast, James Hill, director of the Center for Human Nutrition at the University of Colorado Health Sciences Center in Denver says.

And this situation is far from being unique to North America, but is more or less similar in all «developed» nations or areas of the world.

Wrong diet, too much sitting still. Cars are used to cover the smallest distance or move up the smallest rise. Physical exertion is rare. Many people hardly take a walk anymore. There are predictions stating that eventually, in a few generations, we will never leave our home or even our chair.

I can believe that.

The Good Mother

2006-08-06T06:37:00.000-07:00

Mother visited me today, concealing it well, but brimming with the usual concerns for my well-being. Poor woman. She has never been good at hiding her numerous neuroses.

She always beat around the bush, but still manages to put forth her objections to my lifestyle, my chosen path in life. My blood relatives are basically christians, and they use every opportunity in their zeal to «save» me from eternal damnation. Some witches find similarities between themselves and christians. I can’t for the life of me understand why.

So mother is worried, and she tells me, in a thousand words or less to «leave my destructive life behind and return to the love of the family».

This wasn’t much of a problem when I traveled a lot and didn’t have a fixed address, but they have all taken advantage of the fact that I’m staying fairly put these days. Now, they often stop by unannounced and do their utmost to save me.

The sad fact is that she isn’t really caring about me at all, but about her own vanity. The rumors of me being a witch gets around, and returns to her, and worse to the nagging hags she call friends. My father loathes my choices in life, too, but at least he’s kind of honest about it with his open antagonism and hostility.

I tell them all, in return that they should liberate themselves from their own chains, that they should stop living in a prison of their own making, and stop worshipping anything, especially a mirage, and they get very upset and even angry with me, even more so when I patiently and not, make a last-ditch attempt to explain to them and confront them with the obvious contradictions of their «reasoning».

I’ve given them up, really. There is very little hope left in me that they will ever to be able to see the world even remotely like it is, but keep living their very dangerous and horrible fantasy. I have found myself a true family, among other witches, other practitioners of witchcraft, among political radicals and anarchists, people able and willing to take me as I am, and don’t want to form me in their own cracked image. We live and grow together, but we don’t live each other’s life and don’t try to.

«The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of the same family grow up under the same roof».

Richard Bach

Forget

2006-07-31T08:54:00.000-07:00

I haven't really been blogging for a while, but like with many others the recent events in the Middle East «encouraged» me to return to it.

I will cover something that hasn’t been covered so much.

The Israeli apologists say, in yet another desperate attempt at diversion that there are victims on both sides, and that is undoubtedly true, but let me state the obvious, what’s fortunately becoming obvious for quite a few people these days: Israel is the aggressor. Israel is the BAD GUY here. So let’s focus on Israel’s numerous atrocities, on Israel’s utter disregard for anything resembling humanity.

Let’s forget the ridiculously few Israeli victims.

The Good Neighbor

2006-01-18T16:28:00.000-08:00

The neighbors stare at me. I’m a practicing witch and the neighbors know this, because I have never made any attempt at hiding it, any secret of the life I lead, but on the contrary calmly explained it every time I’ve been asked, treating my craft as a completely ordinary thing, as natural as any craft, any way of life. Which it is. At least it would have been in a society approaching sane.

I work with herbs, a healer in my own right, using the ingredients nature gives me, without resorting to poison and unnatural compounds. I light fires in the night and dance naked around the seething and scorching flames.

Rumors are abundant. I sacrifice chickens when no one is watching. The children are restless and I am to blame.

I am to blame for everything, from disease to a boring life, for all the poxes mankind has visited upon themselves.

I’m alien to them to them, a curiosity, exotic, worrisome and dangerous. My confidence in self, my ability to stand out from the crowd, to seek what is unknown and different, is a threat to the Big Lie they have created to sustain their mundane lives.

So they stare, and Hunger for what they don’t dare grab, and their hunger turns sour, turns to fear, resentment and hatred. They see a person free as a bird, see it possess what they have lost, and they want to cage it, and if they can’t cage it, destroy it. Their distorted hunger is a horrible thing. The good neighbors stare at the witch with envious eyes.

At best they want to manage and tame us. At worst they want to burn us at the stake… and they will... unless we stop them.

The Path

2006-01-01T10:43:00.000-08:00

I’m Maxine. I am what others may call an eclectic witch. That means I follow my own path, not that of others or any other established, fixed path. The Path is Mist and Shadow, and that is also how it should be. Every witch, or any human being for that matter, should experience life and magick their own way, not conform to any preconceived tradition.

I discovered that I was a witch about fifteen years ago. I didn’t become a witch then. I have always been one. But I realized beyond doubt who I was that night. I had sought for years, for a way to change my life. It was Midsummer Night’s Eve in 1991, when I attended an unofficial, very unofficial celebration of life in London’s Hyde Park. We shared bodies and minds, and everything possible, the hundred or so of us, and my life, like that of many others present, was irrevocably changed.

Today’s world, the official part of it, is so indifferent, superficial, in all ways that counts. It’s an illusion, a mirage, in most meanings of the words, not in the sense that it doesn’t exist, but in its significance. Once you’ve learned to reject today’s world’s glitter, buzzwords like money and success, a much bigger world reveals itself to you. We opened up that night in Hyde Park, opened up to the world, to the vast Universe, its endless variety and depth.

I watch you sit there, yes, you, sit there in your tiny house, never going outside, hardly ever being aware of other houses, and certainly not those outside your tiny cluster of reality. You deny the Universe, deny yourself. Even when people show you the world beyond your limited understanding, you see merely the gray neighborhood of your house, because you are colorblind, and the slightest glimpse of colors scares you.

I am open. I reject the narrow chinks of your cavern. I am Maxine. I am a witch. I am the world.

Mist and Shadow

2005-12-24T21:16:00.000-08:00

Is there a wall there?

Is there a wall, there, at your fingertips, rough and hard, or is there nothing there, nothing but Mist and Shadow?

Such is Time, is it not, such is Reality? Can we touch it? Is is tangible, is it solid, a brick wall or a boundary we cannot cross?

Of course not!