Dry air, crisp and imbued with heat. With the strong breeze its beautiful, though wild cactuses hint come August few and far between will be the visitor to drink it all in. Dead pines stand like abandoned sentry posts, silent watchers burned alive a few years ago. The wind brings with it the rustle of palmettos though at one point it sang through trees. Wildfires took the dirt away from the forest and gave it firmly to the prairie.
This is a place outside of time, or at least I’m being told that. My vision shifts off of the cornmeal poured below me and into my Wizard sight.
“Can you tell me what this place is for, what power it holds?”
The voice of the land slithers into my head, parched and barren. “I cause things to be dry, thin, and brittle.” It’s speaking of gates, boundaries. I’m told that this strange clearing is betwixt worlds, and given the right words and rattles can be opened to other realms and experience. Special attention seems to be paid to the night sky, as if the stars themselves were keenly aware of this place.
What had the shaman said at the party? “Something’s out there alright, something’s out there…”
The most often lobbed insult at radicals of all stripes is the notion that the world they desire “sounds good in theory” yet never seems to work on paper. There is this idea that whatever happens to exist now is natural and good and anything that might come after is doomed for failure because the idea is “flawed.”
We look upon the world around us, ruled by notions and concepts ingrained in us since childhood, and figure we’re pretty sure how things “really work.”
I counter that more often than not what you think “reality” is exists as nothing more than a convenient fiction in your head. Take gravity for instance. Everyone can agree that we at least understand how gravity works. It’s a constant force, right?
The oldest of the constants, Newton’s Universal Gravitational Constant, known to physicists as Big G, shows the largest variations. As methods of measurement became more precise, the disparity in measurements of G by different laboratories increased, rather than decreased.
Between 1973 and 2010, the lowest average value of G was 6.6659, and the highest 6.734, a 1.1 percent difference. These published values are given to at least 3 places of decimals, and sometimes to 5, with estimated errors of a few parts per million. Either this appearance of precision is illusory, or G really does change. The difference between recent high and low values is more than 40 times greater than the estimated errors (expressed as standard deviations)…..
In 1998, the US National Institute of Standards and Technology published values of G taken on different days, revealing a remarkable range. On one day the value was 6.73, a few months later it was 6.64, 1.3% lower. (The references for all the data cited in this blog are given in Science Set Free/The Science Delusion.)
In 2002, a team lead by Mikhail Gershteyn, of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, published the first systematic attempt to study changes in G at different times of day and night. G was measured around the clock for seven months, using two independent methods. They found a clear daily rhythm, with maximum values of G 23.93 hours apart, correlating with the length of the sidereal day, the period of the earth’s rotation in relation to the stars.
Gershteyn’s team looked only for daily fluctuations, but G may well vary over longer time periods as well; there is already some evidence of an annual variation.
I assure you this is not the only rogue in the scientific record. The rabbit hole goes mind-numbingly deep: proof of nuclear war on Mars, CIA psychic spies, people vanishing under circumstances similar to the fairy stories of old, and of course phone calls from the Dead.
But you don’t think about these things. You’re busy believing in a theory called “reality” that sounds good on paper but turns to absolute shit in the “real world.”
Take for instance the Moon. Every night we look up at a foreign object that not only seems to influence the rhythms of life(both occult and mundane) but that rings like a bell, is far older than Earth, and may very well have structures on it. It is a gigantic enigma that we can barely explain, one we’ve actually visited yet seemingly stay away from.
All of that tosses everything we know about “history” and how the world works out the fucking window. The most you’ll get out of some people is a shrug.
Question: how does your fucking Anarchism, your magick, deal with THAT?
We have been indoctrinated with a new kind of religion, one as inescapable and foolish as the teachings of the Catholic Church were back in the day, that tells us what history is and how human beings supposedly get along.
They’ll tell you(making very clear they are NOT referring to Original Sin) that humans are flawed creatures who can barely keep from killing one another; that we are deranged cattle gnawing on each other’s backs, fit only to be ruled lest we destroy one another.
But that’s just a story isn’t it? Fake news run amok. The truth is something you don’t see regularly.
Shanidar Cave’s most famous second inhabitant is an elderly Neanderthal male known as Shanidar I, or ‘Nandy’ to its excavators, who displayed a mosaic of health problems and deformities. He was aged between 40-50 years, which was considerably old for a Neanderthal, equivalent to 80 years old today, displaying severe signs of deformity.
He was one of four reasonably complete skeletons from the cave which displayed trauma-related abnormalities, which is his case would have been debilitating to the point of making day-to-day life painful (Trinkaus et al., 1982, 61). At some point in his life he had suffered a violent blow to the left side of his face, creating a crushing fracture to his left orbit which would have left him partially or totally blind in one eye. He also suffered from a withered right arm which had been fractured in several places and healed, but which caused the loss of his lower arm and hand. This is thought to be either congenital, a result of childhood disease and trauma or due to an amputation later in his life (ibid.). The arm had healed but the injury may have caused some paralysis down his right side, leading to deformities in his lower legs and foot and would have resulted in him walking with a pronounced, painful limp.
All these injuries were acquired long before death, showing extensive healing, with little or no sign of infection. The condition of Shanidar I is particularly notable because it suggests that Neanderthals cared for their sick and elderly, often prolonging their lives beyond their usual age expectation and making allowances for injuries and illnesses that would have left them huge burdens on the social group
A person that few survivalist groups in the US would bother to keep alive for one winter was cared for till a ripe old age in the kind of conditions that give Green Berets a hard on. Human nature, so glibly thrown about by both the Right and the Left, what do they know of it?
How much do we really know about this world, this world with ancient lunar structures orbiting societies based on currency that have worm holes to other realities hidden away in public parks?
By the gods, how much was missing from our equations?
Any talk about “Green Anarchism” makes me laugh. Have they heard about zero-point energy? How about fusion energy, the same currently being funded by the world’s wealthy? Orgone energy and William Reich? The radicals of the world are carrying a history they’ve been handed, a mythology they’ve been told, and a technology they’re openly sneered at for believing in.
Maybe this is where we wizards and witches come in, we hidden few who act like deep-sea divers into realms only vaguely hinted at in folklore.
“Of course you should set up the protest camp here! This is on a ley line! We’ll hang voodoo dolls from the trees and get to crushing red brick dust in the ‘morn.”
And so it goes, or at least it should.
What makes me laugh is the same people who can tell you details about worlds and beings they may never have touched have a hard time believing that the world they live in every day might not be “good.” They believe it’s impossible that maybe their boss DOESN’T actually care about them, that maybe this entire fiction of realty properties they threw a fucking flag on isn’t worth dying for; the sheer thought that everything they’ve been told to believe is good and right in human affairs is actually nothing more than an implanted tumor lodged at the base of their fucking spirit all to get them to serve somebody else goes against everything they know.
They are sure, just as sure as every Catholic and Baptist is in the literal divinity of Christ, that the world of Capitalism and Big Macs didn’t just “arrive” but is sanctioned in some way, perhaps even ordered. Everything that is must be. Tweaks are possible here and there but sweet Jesus, who will pave the roads?
The world that you think exists, even at is weirdest, is but a fraction of what’s really going on.If there is one thing you CAN be sure of it’s that everything visible is a god-damned lie, a costume for the world to wear.
And just like any other piece of clothing it can be changed, altered, or thrown in the trash.
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