Ka minul on selline tunne - tunne, et just hiljutine eskapism ei ole enam sobilik. Sopp ujub pinnale ja see on minu, kui sõltumatu mõtlemisega inimese, kohus seda seal pinnal ka hoida, vähemalt seni kuni kõik ennast kokku võtavad. Mulle tundub idiootne mingit sci-fi'd teha, kui on võimalik reaalselt ajaloo kulgu muuta
Work in progress 2012:
"ELU PÄRAST SURMA"
Siinkohal sisust on vara rääkida.
Räägime kontseptsioonist.
Märksõnadeks on DEZOMBIFEERUMINE - ma ei tea kas selline sõna on olemas, ma ei ole googeldanud, ei huvita - a kõik saavad ju aru mida see tähendab.
Alati kui hüppab välja mõni noor idealist peas mõte maailmamuutmisest, naeravad vanurid nad välja - iga fakin jumala kord (seni kuni õnnestub...)Kuulge võtke ennast kokku, ise olite noored, kes tahtis muuta see sai sellega hakkama, ülejäänud seisite suud ammuli hoidsite kätest kinni ja imestasite - müürid langesid, sõjad lõppesid. Saage üle.
A nüüd olete tänu sellele suurele tõusule kaotanud valvsuse ja veel sügavamale mutta vajunud ja seda seekord gloobaalses mõttes palju suuremas ulatuses.
Teha filmi, mis suudaks mõjutada inimesi, mitte mõtetele (ä äää, sellest mulle ei piisa) vaid tegudele.
Uuuh, ma ei suuda enam järgi jõuda sellele, mida minust tahetakse ja sellele, mida ma vajama peaksin.
Ma ei taha ühtegi reklaami näha. Ma ei taha vajada seda, mida mulle serveeritakse.
Mul on kõrini kõigist inimestest, kelle ajupotentsiaali asemel on raha.
Ükskõik, võib-olla olid kohutavalt nutikas ja tegid mingi hea äri, lõid teenuse, mida tegelikult keegi ei vaja (aga pandi vajama)....ei huvita - mõtle, kes sa oleksid ilma selle rahata ahh???? Samasugune nagu mina!! MITTE KEEGI
Saad sa aru me kõik oleme see sama lihahunnik, posu teadvust, posu pealesurutud uskumusi.
Mis faking maakler?
Mis modell??
WTF, kes sa oled ilma selle kõigeta....haridus on suhteline, ilu on suhteline - kui neid tehisideaale ei oleks, tehisvajadusi - mis oleks siis???
KES SA OLEKSID???
Tee tööd, sest majandus on vaja jalule saada??? AHHHH! Keda ma toidan???Mis kuradi pärast ma pean maksma mingeid huinja makse selleks, et sponsoreerida mingit idiootset lõputut kasvu, idiootset ärimudelit, mis teenib tegelikult mingite ajutute ihnurite huve!
HUI! Sööge ennast surnuks!
Ma ei ole idioot, ma ei ole hall mass!
Te ei suuda mulle pähe tampida asju, millesse ma ei usu ja te ei suuda mulle õpetada asju, mis mind ei huvita - te olete abitud. GUESS WHAT??
SEST MA EI USU MITTE MUFFIGI!
Olen siin ja praegu... ja siin ja praegu ma vaatan sulle otsa, paks siga ja sa oled mitte keegi - ma ei tea, mida oled teinud, mida õppinud, kellega käinud - ei tea ja ei hakkagi teadma!
So are you following??
Et tahaks teha filmi, mis suunaks tegudele, sest kõik on võrdsed.
SIIN JA PRAEGU.
Ei ei...käige pekki oma sõdadega, oma streikide ja protesti marssidega, ma ütlesin: ma ei ole idioot - see massipsühhoos ongi selle jama põhjus. Teeks nii, et see enam ei korduks, iialgi - oleme juba gisillion aastat samal režiimil - uus kord- sõda revolutsioon-uus kord, sõda revolutsioon - aitab küll, mu hamstrikesed rattas. Aeg ENDALE otsa vaadata - keegi ei tee midagi sinu eest ära, ei ei mitte massides ei ole jõudu (massipsühhoos) sinul on ka aju. Kes sa oled? Päriselt, ilma tiitliteta?
Kuningas, talupoeg??
Valed vastused mõlemad.
Mitte keegi.
See kõlab masendavalt, sest sulle on niimoodi sisse söödetud , et sa pead olema "keegi".
TO "BE SOMEBODY"?
Mis selles masendavat on "MINGI KEHA" - see sõna ei sisalda ju tiitlit??? Miks seda vaja toppida on!
Tee mis tahad, ole ise - teed haiget teistele, teed endale... või noh, mis kuradi kasu sa sellest saad kui sa kellegi maha koksad, kellegi röövid, kellegi vägistad? Mida türa sul viga on üldse??? Keegi ei käsi sul mingis roosas mannas ringi hõljuda ja SISENDADA endale, et kõik on hästi, kõik on suurepärane, kõik on ilus.
EI OLE ILUS!!
See on oleks endiselt ajupesu motiiv. (Enda aju loputada on ikka veel eriti idiootne.)
Lihtsalt sa pead hakkama vastutama enda tegude eest - kui maailm on putsis, siis on see sinu viga! Mitte valitsuse, mitte rikaste, mitte keskkonna ...SINU!!!!
Et kui vaatad ringi, mingid kassid tänaval, lapsed näljas, delfiini nälgivad - siis too ära see kuradi kass sealt, ära söö teiste toitu ära ja ära võta elu, mis ei ole sinu oma! Kui on sõda siis on see sõdur, kes inimesi tapab, mitte president või valitsus! Must töö tehakse alati meie "väikeste" poolt. Käsk on täitmiseks? Kas on?? Kas pole ka aju mitte kasutamiseks??
Oh, kui vaid kõik teaksid et nad on võrdsed mittekeskid....
Sina lood endale keskkonna.
EI, ja ma ei räägi sellest tarbimisühiskonnas "ole sina ise!" Snikersi reklaamis või mingitest XXXXL riide firma loosungitest "love yourself the way you are"....see ei ole SINA seal reklaamis, see oled SINA, seda toodet ostmas...tähenduses: "ole see kes me sulle ütleme et oled"
My spine and leverage
Were not mine
Some items borrowed
And now gone
Pick me up, animate me, render me
Take me back, to the ghosts
Of the day
Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Define, define me ‘yonderhead’
My plots and purposes
Were not mine
Just items borrowed
And now gone
Hook me up and ignite me, play the coarse
Bring me back, to the ghosts
Of the day
Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Define, define me ‘yonderhead’
Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Just spine me up for liberty and hopes
Liberties and hopes, and liberties and hopes
Define me
And bind me
And I’ll crawl the pretty path
I’ll crawl the pretty path...
KAS SELLEKS, ET HÄSTI ELADA PEAB SUREMA???
Past all imaginings of light and love, past all mythologies of heaven and hell, past all dreams both collective and personal that we have futilely plastered over the black hole of the fast-approaching singularity, past all hope of some deus ex machina saving us from our fate, past even the peace of pain-free reflection on our destined demise, can we at this last moment in which there is still margin of separation from the failed death of mere unconsciousness, resign our attention to the Absolute, and attain the Liberation that some unknowable nucleus that is beyond Being, yet within us, still pulses valiantly to realize?
Text by: Shunyamurti
MOTIVATSIOON:
Mul on hea meel, et järjest enam leian materjale, kus toetatakse minu mõtteid:
"The majority will stand up and decide that they have had enough of repeating the cycles of the past where we accept a capitalist system which abuses all life just so that some may become rich."
No nii, siin ta on:Meet Brian Willson, kes heitis rööbastele et peatada relvi vedav rong: "Before, I had spent many months in Nicaragua in the war zones and I had been to El Salvador talking to guerrillas and to talking human rights workers. Understanding incredible extent of murders that were going on and maimings and displacements cause of fear of being murdered," Willson said. I decided that I had to "at least escalate my own non-violent occupation, if you will, of the tracks. ... "Well I regret that I lost my legs, but I don't regret that I was there. I did what I said I was going to do. ... Following orders, I discovered, is not what I'm about."
AMNEESIA RÖÖBASTEL SAI VALMIS!
https://vimeo.com/70055400
küsi paswordi siit: sistersants@gmail.com
UUS.
NOVEMBER 2012
EI, ja ma ei räägi sellest tarbimisühiskonnas "ole sina ise!" Snikersi reklaamis või mingitest XXXXL riide firma loosungitest "love yourself the way you are"....see ei ole SINA seal reklaamis, see oled SINA, seda toodet ostmas...tähenduses: "ole see kes me sulle ütleme et oled"
Thomas Feiner - Yonderhead
My spine and leverage
Were not mine
Some items borrowed
And now gone
Pick me up, animate me, render me
Take me back, to the ghosts
Of the day
Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Define, define me ‘yonderhead’
My plots and purposes
Were not mine
Just items borrowed
And now gone
Hook me up and ignite me, play the coarse
Bring me back, to the ghosts
Of the day
Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Define, define me ‘yonderhead’
Lend me a life
Put me on a loop again
Just spine me up for liberty and hopes
Liberties and hopes, and liberties and hopes
Define me
And bind me
And I’ll crawl the pretty path
I’ll crawl the pretty path...
KAS SELLEKS, ET HÄSTI ELADA PEAB SUREMA???
Many people still want to waste time arguing over how serious a crisis is this really; or, whether any leader can be trusted to guide us through the transition; or, whether the vaunted goal of transcendence of the ego is even more than a mirage; or if renunciation of egoic jouissance is useful, healthy, and a necessary part of a redemptive path; or whether grace will simply descend upon us all one day, no matter if we are meditating and fasting, or drinking beer and watching tv.
Thankfully, there is no more time for such barren debates. Civilization is breaking apart; unpredictable catastrophes are occurring daily in every part of the world; the ecological die-off accelerates, murdering our oceans and our lands; the climate continues to morph our sacred planet savagely into a world that is uninhabitable; while armies and bands of guerrillas everywhere continue an irrelevant armed struggle, either to defend or to overthrow a system that is doomed, no matter which side wins.
Thankfully, there is no more time for such barren debates. Civilization is breaking apart; unpredictable catastrophes are occurring daily in every part of the world; the ecological die-off accelerates, murdering our oceans and our lands; the climate continues to morph our sacred planet savagely into a world that is uninhabitable; while armies and bands of guerrillas everywhere continue an irrelevant armed struggle, either to defend or to overthrow a system that is doomed, no matter which side wins.
There is no winning any more. There is no narrative that can grasp the enormity of this situation that is self-created as a karmic backlash to our existential malfeasance as a species. How can we explain the worthlessness of our lives to our children? How can we face them and admit that we do not leave them a future, that we have destroyed our home? There are no words deep enough to express the shameful feelings, were our hearts open enough even to have such feelings as we deserve to suffer.
/.../
All our projects aimed at the approval of some Other are rendered laughable, even those intended for an extraterrestrial Other or a divine Other, let alone a human Other. The ego can do no one any favors except by dying. There is no possible justification by works any more, except to provide a space in which egos can come to die in peace, to offer a requiem for souls in torment. All we are capable of understanding is that there is no way to understand all this, and the only payment acceptable is the renunciation of the ego. Silence is the final refuge.
Acceptance can result, acceptance not of future death, of the ending of a world, but acceptance of the unbearable truth that nothing ever was: only a dream in the vast emptiness of cosmic mind.
Acceptance can result, acceptance not of future death, of the ending of a world, but acceptance of the unbearable truth that nothing ever was: only a dream in the vast emptiness of cosmic mind.
/.../
who is here -- behind all your own most tenderly cruel masks -- what last edge of subjectivity is there to witness this final denouement? What holy or unholy ghost really runs the soft machine? Are you ready to discover That?
Past all imaginings of light and love, past all mythologies of heaven and hell, past all dreams both collective and personal that we have futilely plastered over the black hole of the fast-approaching singularity, past all hope of some deus ex machina saving us from our fate, past even the peace of pain-free reflection on our destined demise, can we at this last moment in which there is still margin of separation from the failed death of mere unconsciousness, resign our attention to the Absolute, and attain the Liberation that some unknowable nucleus that is beyond Being, yet within us, still pulses valiantly to realize?
Text by: Shunyamurti
MOTIVATSIOON:
Mul on hea meel, et järjest enam leian materjale, kus toetatakse minu mõtteid:
"The majority will stand up and decide that they have had enough of repeating the cycles of the past where we accept a capitalist system which abuses all life just so that some may become rich."
No nii, siin ta on:Meet Brian Willson, kes heitis rööbastele et peatada relvi vedav rong: "Before, I had spent many months in Nicaragua in the war zones and I had been to El Salvador talking to guerrillas and to talking human rights workers. Understanding incredible extent of murders that were going on and maimings and displacements cause of fear of being murdered," Willson said. I decided that I had to "at least escalate my own non-violent occupation, if you will, of the tracks. ... "Well I regret that I lost my legs, but I don't regret that I was there. I did what I said I was going to do. ... Following orders, I discovered, is not what I'm about."
Laul siin üks, venekeelemõistjatele
AMNEESIA RÖÖBASTEL SAI VALMIS!
https://vimeo.com/70055400
küsi paswordi siit: sistersants@gmail.com
UUS.
NOVEMBER 2012
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