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.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Still here
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.
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.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Smoke
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.
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.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Spring Dance
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
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
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Santa Clause doesn’t exist
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:
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?
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?
Monday, December 04, 2006
The existence of mud...
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...
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...
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
The war of information
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.
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.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Long Shadows
The days grow shorter. The sun casts 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.
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.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
The Broken Circle
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.
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.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Too fat to move
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.
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.
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