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Showing posts with label My Philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Philosophy. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Lovely Loyalty




Lana Wachowski used to be Larry. Sometime in the last decade she completed her transition. Last month, Lana was honored by the HRC with a Visibility Award. Her acceptance speech was honest, and moving, and my favorite part is when she recalls her brother defending her to reporters.


That's a good brother.


None of us is ever really alone. It feels like that sometimes. Sometimes it feels that way a lot of the time, but it it's never really true. It's cliche as fuck, but we need rainy days to appreciate the sunshine. The world can be brutal, and it's easy to give into feeling weak when it knocks you around.

But the other side of that is knowing that your will to be free, and to be happy, is infinitely stronger than the world's projections. And coming out of your dark place enables you to give more light back to the world. We're light beings, after all, so giving light is like our nature.

Friday, November 16, 2012

The Fighting At Gaza Is Not Okay



There's no humane, or truthful way to slice up the conflict in Gaza.

Just because you have a bigger gun doesn't mean you need to fire it to be right.
Sometimes laying down your arms is how you show that.

The truth about this conflict is that the idea of nationalism, the idea of religious supremacy, and the idea that individual lives have different  worth, are being administered to the world's psyche like bad medicine.

Earlier this morning, closer to two or three am, I was toying with an essay on abuse. I wanted to explore the subject as it relates to my novella, This Is Growing Up. I formulated a few notes on how abuse doesn't need to be physical, and how emotional and mental abuse is actually an act of education. Abused people learn to adapt to their abuse. They learn to accept certain truths, or lies, in order to deal with their abuse. And they develop behavioral patterns based on their "education".

"Citizens" of the world are being abused.

Once upon a time it was very necessary for us to form tribes, and city-states, and nations. But that time is over. It's been over for a long time, but only in the last couple hundred years have individuals begun awakening to that fact. There is too much accessible knowledge to our capacity for compassionate, love-centered existence to allow us to ignore or rationalize continued conflict.

We are, as a collection of souls and one race of species, smarter than this. And we should behave better than this. Why is it okay for us to sit by and read the papers, and the news sites while innocent people die because neither side wants to share? Is there really just one bad guy?

If you know for a fact that a child, or adult, or animal is being abused, and you never ever do or say anything to stop it then you are just as guilty as the abuser. A lack of intentional action aimed at ending the abuse communicates a clear message to the abused that you believe they deserve it.

Inaction reinforces miseducation, and unless the governed peoples of every single "free" nation start putting serious pressure on the expensive military to stop this now, we are sending are two messages: First we're letting our governments know that we think it's okay for them push murderous agendas, and secondly we are saying, as humans, to one another that human life is not valuable separate from its applied and unnatural monetary relations.

In an ideal world, we'd all throw away our money, and operate solely on a currency of love and compassion. We would do like the Amish and band together to raise a barn.

This is not an ideal world. We are trapped by our refusal to release ourselves.

Or maybe I'm missing the bigger picture, and it's true what they say. Freedom is not free. In order for me to able to lie in bed and type my ideas, and  for you to be able to read them freely without the terror of gun fire, or the cries of children in a war zone, or whatever sound drones make, it means other people must die for having the courage to live.

That must be it right. Or is that just a lie an abused person would develop as a belief to justify and accept their abuse?

Blatant sarcasm aside, how do we stop this?

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I'm Not Here For This




It sometimes feel that society's put this lifelong stigma upon women that we should feel so lucky, and honored to have a man.

I will pass. I will pass so fast.

While I think it's super great for people to fall in love and find love and to love one another, I think it's much more important to apply Love liberally to all living things in acknowledgement of our connection and interrelation to one another as living beings.

Love is not limited to man and woman and their sexual and romantic relations, and their nesting tendencies, and procreation. That's the absolute most basic way to see it.

And therefore I resent all implications and pressures and suggestions that that should be something I aspire to, and that for whatever reason that I don't fit the mold, or tow the line, or manage to stay within the societal constructs that I'm doing something wrong.

I'm more than a woman. I'm more than a human. I'm a spirit. I'm in a human body, in a female's body observing the material landscape but the essence of what is within this body is not this body and it is not a woman, and is not bound to any of those things.

The spirit in the body that's typed this little sputtle of hot water frustration is just here for observation, process and re-transmission. I want to transmit and share with you, I desperately desire to share and transmit, but I can't do that so long as you box me in.

If you can't understand the language I'm speaking then just let me alone!! Let me alone. Just let me alone!!

This is how bitches become recluse. I swear.