Lookstwice

Thoughts on ‘Community’ and the ‘Hopi Survival Kit’ and ‘Animistic GODS-OF-PLACE’ and whatever other Assistance needed to get our collective asses thru this Collapse of "Civilization".

    I have no confidence in the ability of this system to fix our situation, thus my feeling that there is no future to look forward to.  There is no program, no politician, no technology, no religion to cure what ails us.  I seek a solution of the spirit, not for a better ‘life after’ but to handle the ‘life here & now’ better… Because day-to-day, earning yer livlihood… Well.  It ain’t pretty,  it’s - at best - a ‘controlled folly’.  To live life the way the wasi’chu have decreed, but to know it’s a lie and a path with no heart, is a folly, a fools life.  To walk in balance on that razors edge, and not go crazy, is a controlled folly. To me, ‘crazy’ in this sense means that you buy into this doomed world-system, hook, line and sinker.  Crazy as the wasi’chu define it simply means that you’re of little or no use to them in that system.  You’re a broken cog, a misfit gear.  I call that kind of crazy simply ‘broken‘ (as Watchman Nee defined it in The Release of the Spirit), and its a good thing. Then you’re ready for the spirit to live thru you.  You don’t want to, or can’t, participate in the lie effectively anymore.  The Truth must be lived instead.

    So the truth is, I don’t think I can live like this much longer.  Of course, I know none of us are going to be living this way very much longer, but not necessarily by choice.  For most of my life (certainly the ‘adult’ portion) I’ve known I didn’t really want any part of this system I was born into.  I couldn’t find a lasting way out of it tho.  I’d have my hands around a certain sense of freedom, and then it would slip away.  I know now that my intent was misplaced, divided by the cultural programming that everyone is talking and blogging about these days.  Trying to live a personal story/myth that runs counter to the ‘prevailing cultural paradigm’ is damn-near impossible.  At least without community it is… and I left the Native community I was living with to see if I could ‘walk between the worlds’ and not be eaten alive.  Heh… wonder if I was tasty?  I’m definitely diminished in some sense as I age and feel ‘parts is parts’ nibbled away with the time. 

    So, these are some of the mental gymnastics I’m going thru to ‘get ready’ (how absurd) for the collapse.  I’ve been aware that it’s coming for a long time, and up until very recently thought that I still had time.  Well, time is up now folks.  Take stock of your situation, and see your next move.