The Fruits and Profits of Life

Kicking and screaming
I was dragged into this world;
naked, toothless and bald.

And when this shadow world
drags me, kicking and screaming,
through the carnival of life…

I contemplate in the mirror
the fruits and profits of a life:

the naked smile
the balding mind
the raw nerve of a true heart.

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Listen to the Scientists, not the Politicians

When you have all those voices all around playing their narratives over and over, how can we discern truth? Or, if truth is not easily discernible, what is the best strategy to navigate these troubled waters?

First, let’s understand that we find ourself in the middle of a war of ideas, submerged in propaganda from all sides. In addition, we are dealing with situations that are unknown. In this chaotic ocean of opposing views and dark unknowns, we hear all things from “hoard all available toilet paper” and “civilization is about to end” to “nothing is happening, it’s all a hoax.” We hear some saying “it’s less dangerous than the flu, so I’ll just ride it out.” While others plead, “it’s okay for you to not worry, because you are young and strong, but please do not put those of us who are not as healthy at risk.”

Let us, like Socrates, humble our thinking center and accept that we do not know everything about what is going on.

Whether believing that there is a conspiracy somewhere, or that all media manipulates for political or financial reasons, we can see that we won’t know what is going on simply by looking at media.

So, “I only know that I don’t know.” (Plato)

What to do in this situation?

Listen to the scientist, not the politicians.

At the very least, take the precautions scientists are telling to take: wash your hands, avoid large crowds, stay home if you are sick, inform yourself on the symptoms, use a mask if you are sick, and be prepared for a scenario where you have to be at home for two weeks. Outside of that, avoid the panic and remember that whether we know it or not, we are all connected in this eco-village called Planet Earth.

Why Calls for Unity Don’t Work for Democrats.

A big difference between the parties is that most Republicans are happy with their party, and winning is what matters. The Democratic Party is not as homogeneous. There’s a strong contingency that is very unhappy with their party. So, while the Republican hears “let go of your favorite candidate so we can get what we want as a group”, the progressive branch of the Democratic Party hearts “let go of the changes you want so we can elect the guy we want.”

To the center, it sounds like the message is the same, but to the left, it sounds wrong. Party unity can’t be achieved until the vision is shared. The republicans achieved this by going hard to the right. The Democratic leadership think they can keep their base and gain undecided moderates by staying around the center.

As a result, the left keeps feeling left out. The moment that best shows this difference is when during the last convention Sarah Silverman told “Bernie or bust” people they were ridiculous. No one bothered with that call for unity in the Republican side. “Lying Ted”, “small hands”, and all kinds of attacks and low blows are allowed, because in the end they rally around anyone who wins the popularity vote precisely because their agenda is homogeneous.

Democrats don’t have a unified vision, and so they demand the candidate is someone they can love. Unification is not possible. If they want that, they have to make sure all voices are heard. Most likely, a third party will necessarily emerge with a true left wing vision.

Whence Do These Rights Come?

From a “social contract” perspective, the source of rights is often seen as relying on the ability to enforce them. This does not necessarily mean that they have to be enforced by violent force, all the time. There are other means of coercion, depending on the situation at hand (e.g., perception control, belief manipulation, persuasion, economic threat or incentive, etc.). Nonetheless, when all the surface factors collapse, force is posited as the deciding factor under this view.

However, there is also the Kantian perspective to be considered. From a “there is no god but man” perspective, the source of a right could be a logical necessity of sorts. For example, the idea that “Thou hast no right but to do thy will,” as in Liber Oz, could be seen as implying that the right to do your will logically emanates from the pure will itself. Especially if we consider the idea that the pure will is identical with one’s true nature.

Now, continuing with a Kantian perspective, and Crowley’s discussion of this topic in the magical theorems presented in Magic in Theory and Practice, to assert one’s right to do one’s will is logically and intrinsically connected to accepting everyone else’s right to do their will. In this sense, the source of rights is the acceptance of the Law in its innermost sense. To assert my own right is to accept the rights of others, and vice versa (per Liber Nu). Of course, it could be argued that “there is no god but man” equates the “god” with one’s true nature. Viewed this way, the inner god is the source of Thelemic rights, but at the same time it can be said that there is no external source for them.

Susurra a mi Oído.

Cada palabra surge del silencio, y de cada frase emerge un suspiro, un aroma, un pedacito de conciencia.

Así cada memoria surge del olvido, y de cada conjunto de vivencias encadenadas en la serpentina ondulación de vida y experiencia, de ensueño e historia, emerge un yo como emerge el aroma de la flor, el esplendor de la luz, y el amor del sentir.

Bésame pues cataclismo. Roza con tus ojos el oculto centro. Toca con tus dedos de seda las notas que surgen de mi voz. Mírame, y déjame conocerte en los brillos y destellos que despierta tu mirar. Escucha el clamor que brota; manantial de rezo y poesía del olvido.

Susurra en mi oído abierto al misterio y recibe de mí todo lo que puedo ser, disolviendo cada memoria y transformando en silencio cada uno de mis actos de amor, de rabia, de angustia, y de orgásmica visión.

–Koyote

Burning My Light

In the vastness of time I stand in this brief moment between a dream and a dream with no name, no face, no past and no future; alone and naked, giving the light of not-being to the false dreams of prophecy and the path; breathing hope to the hopeless hearts; narrating the stories of the void; burning my light over and over until nothing remains of me.

Blaming the victim

How did we get to a point where so many people actually believe that the economy and political system is rigged in favor of the poor, the oppressed, the undocumented, and the racial minorities?

How did we get to a point where, intellectually, we know the billionaire class has created an oligarchy that plunders, starves, and enslaves the people, but emotionally we keep blaming each other; and where we act as if peaceful protest is rioting, as if insulting the downtrodden is speaking honestly, and as if being part of the class that destroys humanity, and the planet that hosts it, constitutes a successful life?

El último destello

¿Acaso tengo que cerrar los ojos, dejar atrás la luz del día, entregarme al vacío y dejarme llevar por la corriente del olvido, tan solo para poder besar con el último destello de conciencia tu remota presencia nocturna?

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Do I have to close my eyes, leave behind the light of day, give myself to the void, and let the current of oblivion carry me, only to be able to kiss with the last spark of consciousness your remote nocturnal presence?