Dear Journal, I am 29 years old now and I think I have finally spoke my first words of a truly Solar Tongue. Communication - like Nation - n. a shared divinity, a shared reality; a shared motion. Can only occur in the Dreamtime. Dreamtime - The place of intention divine, rhythmic, shared and real where there is no you nor I - only WE. Everything occurs in the Dreamtime, where all dimension lowest to highest meets itself. See also, Genesis. All things breathing equal, the person is the path. Call this my ode to faerie. Call this your magic, and call me your bard for this moment in time, cushioned as IT is between the luminous folds of what we are and in where we are forever going - a "lineament of gratified desire" (blake). As a written work, Conscious Culture has evolved in sprite of myself and to a tune that is not of the time we customarily call reality. That is, there is truth in story, and reality is true - the face the countenance of Eternity smiles whither we go and whence we come, like the wind. Therefore, a vision or the vision of culture of our very Earth needs utilize, like us, time as ITS greatest and most wondrous resource ritual right, Her right. Be your Self. I've seen you do it in a past that rises up to meet me every where I turn. Where cliche meets the mystery of being human, the future is now and the sun is rising in a place all too familiar to a part of each of us hugely politic and friendly beyond the bounds, any bounds, save those we reserve for that motley territory that we call even as IT calls us - imagination. Eternity is an empty canvas - blank as She is infinite, spiral as She is spired through halls of Eternity we do not walk but that walk us even as we breath this life this death through eyes of seen that peer into the mind of god and watch the shadows dance, faeries of the eternal moment, America. "The traveler must be born again on the road, and earn a passport from the elements." Henry David Thoreau "The car has become a secular sanctuary for the individual, his shrine to the self, his mobile Walden Pond. Edward McDonagh American Journalist We must conclude that technology and media have had as much or more influence upon modern man and woman as did the world embodied by the goddess/woman of ancient palaeolithic. Therefore, we must treat tech/media with the same regard/disregard as one would treat any man or woman. Technology is sexy - it effects every aspect of our being and, therefore, in structure, conveys more information as a psychosexual (and even biological/ecological) phenomena than does the totality of its content. Therefore, the only way to make use of tech and preserve our modern sanity/freedom is to alter the way we respond to media and even our perception of it. This, of course, is the same as saying that we must reinvent the individual. Midwife, matchmaker, our grandmother, our grandfather, Xpiyacoc, Xmucane, let there be planting, let there be the dawning of our invocation, our sustenance, our recognition by the human work, the human design, the human figure, the human mass. The Mayan Book of the Dawn of Life (The one small leaf of divine will the fire didn't find) Thank you... This is a psychotropic response or even a psychedelic response as technology's effects reach right down to our sexuality, making the 21st century body and enjoyment of it as ritualistic and sacred an art as cave art was to ancient peoples, especially since psychosexual response to modern/primitive times or the lack thereof has a direct influence on the fate, destiny, morality, sexuality, and mortality of the planetary culture which worldwide communication/entertainment makes possible. I woke up in a damp dark cave, trembling to the last remains of my will and being, resonating between the end of what seemed now like a dream - a very deadly beautiful dream. The walls were coloured an even deeper shade of black, of red ochre. Beyond I heard the breath of some rough beast, and my beatific terror drew me further. Greens and oranges flashed in my eyes as they adjusted to the dim light, my will slowly moving to the end of a fingertip as I touch the wall, which seems to be breathing. It feels as flesh and responded to my touch. A thick damp steam emitted from above me, burning my skin even as the beast receded back into the low ceiling above me. My sheer arousal and terror reached up above me and found an opening and, pushing my way inside I discovered that I wasn't pushing at all, but being pulled completely by its undulating rhythm from which I could not distinguish my self from the life pulling me in. I felt at home for the first time in my life (and what was that life but everything here now?) as a warm elixir of what must of been this body's flesh and blood engulfed me. Drinking, hungrily, I too, then, became as a beast, moving forward to the escalating rhythm and writhing of what felt, now, like my body. Transformed before I would be aware, from my tomb to my womb, I raged against my sheer dumbness. The blood and water welcomed my rage, fed it even, as with every breath of my movement I became more, now seeming to envelop my home, this other body, into my own. Nothing could stop me until I met the face of my terror once again, and kissed it on the tongue. All at once, I was inside and out. We warmed and fed each other from above and below, the two being indistinguishable to either of us, two lovers, two bodies of flesh and light rocking back and forth for what seemed like forever - there was nothing else but us... --Sun and Earth. A spontaneous story of creation, a spontaneous myth/fable of the late 20th century - the story of my blood - psychotropic artifact. To make clear how I use the word, culture, as it is distinguished from the now cliche object of mind and reason which is synonymous with, "who am I?", or, as I use it, "culture", the suspension of the awareness of active participation with that of the illusion of participation sold by corporate culture, or "culture of reason", which assumes, incorrectly, that knowing can be separate from feeling, or feeling simply relegated to moments of collective empathy and sedation - "we all know this is good" or "we all know this is bad" - buy a Coke. I include in "culture", "subculture" as well as "counterculture". Culture is the mythology of a group of people as it is related to their geographical and temporal place in history - mythology being the language of their everyday subjective experience and even the rhythmic forms of all their cultural expressions as they resonate with all past and all future as well as the entire state and dynamic of the whole planet - a language, like the people, that shapes and is shaped by their interaction with the world both within and without, the height of a culture, if one need measure it, being the lack of distinction a people find between the two or the objective and subjective (I say, "if", because only those in that culture can know one way or the other and I say "need" because cultural or soulful heights are an elusive thing, as elusive as say the question of whether or not you and a mountain are standing on the same ground.) I'll leave it to the reader to decide at what height we are at...or could be at very easily. In fact, I will take the liberty of saying that we are on the precipice (yeah) of an incredible and unending height. (Expecting Mr. Cynicism perhaps?). It is only by interacting with a culture's mythology that one can "learn" about that culture or find relevance of that culture to one's own life or culture. Cultural mythology is the means to see culture and culture itself - it psychotropicsexualecological - metaphorically linked to one's own life and everything, to the sun and stars, that affects it. Its closest cultural form being poetry, music, and rituals of intoxication (whatever gets you high in heart, mind, and body) - man, and most importantly, woman, who and which will always embody the desire and expression of that desire to renew the living and passionate waters of a culture's mythology or collective sense of divinity or creative destiny, as well as all opposition to that desire, which is usually institutionalized caricatures of purpose: elite systems of "culture", political, corporate, military, religious, and educational from which each individual may draw as desired or, at times, is forced to draw identity from. Culture is, in essence, religion; it is how people enjoy each other in every way; it is how they perform the primary realities of their lives in form and feeling and keeps morality relevant to the senses, including one's sense of memory and imagination, included in which is both one and all's sense of the past and of the future as well as the perception and ability to perceive the forces and elements which create and change both the world ever within and how much those elements and forces can and are embodied by the individual and by collective cultural forms. Culture is how people unify cultural forms (including ideas and beliefs) into mind, heart, and body. Culture is, in essence, soul; Spontaneous cultural artifact. "Our lives are a film that no one will ever produce except all the stars in the sky." The Spontaneous Creation of Cultural Artifact. Red Lunar Skywalker
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