Today has been a strange day. For about 24 hours I have been feeling this extreme distress and bad taste in my mouth about life and existence here in planet USA LA. The below blog posts confirm this mental state that I had found myself in. A few things kind of contributed to this bewilderment. The main one talking to a friend of mine who got back from Somalia and hearing about how existence was there compared to here. She said people believe all these amazing myths of the overall comfort and ease that we exist in. Sure we’ve got some cool stuff and we have lots of things to do but, I think our souls are getting a little jacked up.
Like kids over there growing up in villages without electricity or phones asking about 50 cent? What’s up with that? That’s how we’re viewed out there. . .50’s cool but, really? He’s able to transcend to this level that reaches people’s consciousness and they’ve never heard his music. Just the idea of him is able to go to the deepest reaches of the world. That’s the power the United States has. But, on the flip side have you seen T.V. lately? Because, of the writers strike everything is reality T.V. or stupid game shows. It wasn’t very different before. It pains me to watch this shit. It feels like such a waste and distraction and it’s sad that other people in this world want to aspire to this level civilization. Jared Diamond wrote a great article that spells out what’s going on.
Here’s what I say. Let’s start checking ourselves into reality. Turn off some lights. Don’t check email from 9pm to 7am. Hang out with our friends. Read books, climb mountains all that shit. I know we all do that in our own ways but, it just feels like it needs to be said so hopefully it’ll be done more often. The revolution needs to occur in our consciousness and then it will spread to our actions. What revolution? The revolution that’s going to need to happen or this world is fucked! Read article above and watch Al Gore's movie.
I realized today that collective consciousness of this world moves in waves. I think all that energy from Pakistan, Kenya, Turkey, Iraq, and everywhere else hit the Los Angeles region around 10:30am yesterday. My blog homey Employee, was feeling this maybe a lot of you were. .. the waves have finally moved on. . we’re on those little humps now.
I’m glad I felt overwhelming emotions, anxiety, and confusion. . .Sure it's intense and isn't for everyone. That's what makes me who I am. . . For me it means that I’m not totally invested in this shit. I can go write poems now and do all kinds of other things I find beautiful. . .it feels good. . .I don't know what it is but, I've been feeling this energy a lot recently and it feels like something new in my life or that I'm starting to see this world with new eyes. ..
Much love.
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I love my flush toilet, I love my parking spot, I love that every time I turn on the faucet, only chlorinated water comes out, nothing else, no earth worms, no dysentery, no errant little turd lumps from the pig farm next to the perpetually burning tire pile. I dig all of this basic shit, and out amazing comforts are not a myth at all, but they have a steep price, which I'm feeling more and more. And I think your idea of turning off the machine and turning on the light inside is appealing. My problem is that I love, absolutely crave all of the distractions that I complain about.
My car broke down on my way to work yesterday morning at 7. As I sat on the shoulders waiting for a tow, I thought about how often I had experienced this moment as a teen, but less and less as an adult because I earned more and I started buying nicer, more reliable cars. Sitting as the cars blew by, I realized that I was in fact an adult. As a teen, it was not a big deal to break down on the side of the road, as an adult, people rely on me to be where I say I am going to be, on time, all the time. This pressure to perform, to show up, can be a bit much. And I do it day in and day out because I love my electricity, and my comforter, my toaster oven, my internoodle, my cars, and everything else that has me plugged in. These things are not me, but I forget this, and that's why I keep churning away. I could not comment on this blog if I weren't such an active participant in this game.
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