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I was out there poking around last night and happened upon Dooce, again... which is billed as a humor blog at many joints in the system of tubes. It's a glib blog and has been fantastically successful. Since the last time I had the misfortune to land there, they have landed themselves a very generous corporate sponsor. Verizon. And they are more than proud to flaunt it. It's horrifying, outright horrifying.
And for all you regular visitors of Groupthink—Kos, HuffPo, Crooks & Liars, TPM, more—I would like you to take note of the stuff I bring up here that you never see in those places, and ask yourself why.
For all you regular visitors of the spate of nonprofit corporation blogs that feature some of the main truth tellers upon whom we have relied in years past, ask yourself the same thing.
Max Keiser has been giving a lot of space to a new thing called "Greenbook" to topple the evil Facebook, something that will appeal to "eco-friendly" investors and it appears to be a wildly successful idea already... except, I guarantee, they're already on the Board of Greenpeace and they will get their mitts on Greenbook the moment it really appears to be grabbing sharecroppers from Facebook.
The trouble with our liberal friends is not that they are ignorant, it's just that they know so much that isn't so.You know all those conspiracy freaks who insist that everything successful gets coöpted by the power elite? They're right. They make it too profitable not to let them. What are there, maybe five people on earth who won't go there? No. That's too cynical. Ten. There are at least ten. And you can't judge by the people who swear they won't. We've seen that with politicians over and over and over and over again.
&mdashRonald Reagan
You don't want to call it fascism? "Neofeudalism" works. "Oligarchy" works. "Plutocracy works." Even "democracy"—now that it has been turned into code for all these things—works.
When the nodes of chaos start cropping up too frequently, as with the case of the guy who will revolt when he can't feed his family, that's the latest date for WWIII, though there's every reason to believe they—the controllers of the control system—will preëmpt most of that and just go straight to it.
If you won't rise up in person, I'm trying to help you see how you can do it in spirit, because if enough of us do that, it will work even better than regular Earth type revolutions. But you gotta get to it, and you are handicapped severely, because your ego, the very thing you rely on to keep you alive, has been made to see awakening to your true self, your real sovereignty, as too dangerous to life and limb. It usually takes decades to get clear on that, though not always, and you don't have decades.
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I suggest a crash course in fear. Ain't that hard. 1)Pick your biggest fear. 2)Square up, cojones of steel, forward into the beast. 3)Oh, fear is only an emotion and I can control it 4)Congrats, you grew up...congrats...see one, be one, teach one...change the world.
ReplyDeleteI started rock climbing b/c I was petrified of heights. Took a year to get over it. Climbed 25 desert towers in UT, including free climbing Washer Woman(5.11A).
Scared people clinging to the ground never see the view from the summit, they just see the sides of their hole.
ps- How will you know when you have really faced your fear?
ReplyDeleteThe process of facing irrational fear, if done correctly, will destroy/expose any false ego...false ego can't face real fear, because it has no effective weapons...awareness, intuition, knowledge. Once the false ego is destroyed then, and only then, can you grow with awareness, intuition, and true knowledge.
So quit carrying all that useless shit you damn surrender monkeys.
I realized, all by my little bitty self, decades ago about the toxicity of fear, the adulteration of its sole benefit—keeping us from getting hurt or killed—into something quite more useful to space lizards. I swore to put this back into its right perspective inside me at that moment. Of course, I have been a pretty fearless creature since toddlerhood, so it wasn't that hard for me to best, but I have noticed that ever since my spine surgery five years ago I have had more moments of existential terror again... and it seemed to increase with the serious ailments that followed on the heels of that surgery. It has diminished again now that I am feeling well, but it still crosses my mind too often for me.
ReplyDeleteThis seems to be common in aging. I saw my grandmother go from completely fearless to afraid to take a taxi for fear the driver would rob her. I saw my mother go from someone who NEVER locked her doors to pathological about locking doors 24/7/365... getting all pissy and jumpy if I dare open a window in the evening to get a little air.
All this manipulating us through fear has TERRIFIED old people, and it's working pretty well on younger ones too.
Well, it isn't really a "false ego". It's a "pathological ego". It's so determined to save your life that it will actually KILL you to save you.
ReplyDeleteThe Zen dudes call this "The Guest" and talk about how this guest has taken over the whole party from "The Host". They also speak of it in terms of your horse riding you.
So it's not really killing it that is involved... though it will THINK you are trying to kill it and it WILL scare the living fuck out of you, as though you aim to kill it, to keep from ceding its primacy in your life. Instead of being a tool to help us negotiate the world in a lucid and positive way, it's been turned into something SO rabid to uphold us that it's taken over for the true self, and is ruining our lives and our world.
"Surrender monkeys" surrender because their egos are telling them this is the only way to survive. It's the way to kill off everything.
well said, the guest is no longer invited.
ReplyDelete300 ft. up, on the side of a rock, there is no surrender. there is up. up and succeed or not. that is where WE ALL ARE.
C.P Snow telling it like it is...
" A good many times I have been present at gatherings of people who, by the standards of the traditional culture, are thought highly educated and who have with considerable gusto been expressing their incredulity at the illiteracy of scientists. Once or twice I have been provoked and have asked the company how many of them could describe the Second Law of Thermodynamics, the law of entropy. The response was cold: it was also negative. Yet I was asking something which is about the scientific equivalent of: 'Have you read a work of Shakespeare's?'
I now believe that if I had asked an even simpler question — such as, What do you mean by mass, or acceleration, which is the scientific equivalent of saying, 'Can you read?' — not more than one in ten of the highly educated would have felt that I was speaking the same language. So the great edifice of modern physics goes up, and the majority of the cleverest people in the western world have about as much insight into it as their Neolithic ancestors would have had. "
Did you ever read Tim Cahill's First Fear Fandango? I think he wrote it for Outside to begin with and it's also in his collection of essays entitled And Jaguars Ripped My Flesh. Even though I don't think he got into the spiritual benefit of such suicidal activity, or not THIS one, it is a spectacularly entertaining read and you would probably love it.
ReplyDeleteYou know when you have really faced your fear when you go right on ahead and do whatever it is you fear. I'm not talking about going ahead and walking right next to where you see that rattler coiled. Nope. That's just stupid. I'm talking about when you fail to do the right thing because doing it is too frightening, too risky, apt to lose you your job or whatever it is of yours your sick ego feels is more important than doing right.
ReplyDeleteI'm not talking about going ahead and walking right next to where you see that rattler coiled
ReplyDeleteI did that once in Pariah Canyon Utah.
Taking a picture of a lizard on an old corral rail. Looking through the view finder I took a step closer to get the right frame crop. Suddenly the brush just in front of me "exploded". I looked down to see my foot sitting right beside a set of rattles nearly as long as my size 12 boot and about 2" wide. The 6 foot long diamond back had tried to strike me but hit the bush instead.
Now that's real fear - trying to extract myself from that situation. It was as if there was a snake in every bush. Bushes that were 2 or 3 feet apart and I had about 50 yards to go before I could get to a spot that was open to where I could see any snakes.
I never did get the lizard picture!