Poetry, Psychedelics, and Voluntary Solitude

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“I live in my dreams — that’s what you sense.
Other people live in dreams, but not in their own.
That’s the difference.”

― Hermann Hesse

Most of us never become who we are.
We’re strangers to our own existence.

Like you, I am born into a highly politicized
society that “educates” me and molds me
and forces narratives upon me
and tells me who I’m supposed to be
and what is good and what is bad
and what is expected of me.

Most of my desires are manufactured
by people who greatly benefit
from my attempt to
satisfy them.

I follow the rules and dictates of this society
because that’s all I know and I’m told
that trouble and derision awaits
if I waver from these ideals
set for me.

An obedient citizen I become.
And I’m proud of this.
And the people wave flags
in celebration of the
illusion of their freedom.
And they sing national anthems
as a way to infuse their life
with value and to transcend
their sense of tininess.
And their hate is disguised as love.
And they preach peace as they
sit as undisturbed bystanders
of violence. And they preach unity
as they flock to their own.
And they fight against
anything and everything
they know nothing about.

Their lives are stagnant
and restrained
and their vision
narrow
and their days
consumed
with soul-sucking activities
in an attempt to prove their worth
to neighbors they
barely know.

Most of us are dead before we die.
And our deaths come in the form
of blind certainty and
unconditional
obedience.

Most of us never become who we are.
We’re strangers to our own existence.

We become subservient to the society
and the institutional systems
we live under — we become
well-adjusted disciples
of the status quo.

As Rousseau understood,
“Man is born free and
everywhere he is
in chains.”

And we are sick
because of this.
And we know it.

We’ve lost touch with our ‘inner being’,
our instinctive depths, and find
ourselves caged in a world of
every day consciousness,
or, “in the world
of other people.”

This is by design.

Most of us never become who we are.
We’re strangers to our own existence.

This is where poetry, psychedelics, and
voluntary solitude comes in to play –
the three pillars of self-discovery.

(I know, I know — the word “psychedelic”,
which actually means “mind-revealing”,
scares the living hell out of you. It’s a
conditioned fear, tho. An irrational fear.
A taught fear, like most fears, which is
utterly crippling your life.)

They are the contradiction to the everyday life —
poetry, psychedelics, and voluntary solitude —
which is why they’re stigmatized
and feared and unheeded.

To experience the pillars of self-discovery
is to see the other side, the beyond, the
hidden place of true harmony.

Society doesn’t want you to find the other side,
of course, it wants you to remain a faceless cog
in the wheel “on this side” that doesn’t ask
too many questions.

And you do it
because
you’re a good
citizen.

And you’re proud of this.

Most of us never become who we are.
We’re strangers to our own existence.

Poetry, psychedelics, and voluntary solitude
carries you to the vast fields of contemplation
and you’ll reconsider the old values and traditions
that’s been force fed to you since birth,
and you’ll discover a whole civilization within
that’s been buried under the heavy muck
of cultural decrees and dictates
for far too long.

Poetry, psychedelics, and voluntary solitude
aren’t used to escape reality, but to create
our own reality and to discover realities
beyond the reach of our normal senses.
They tend to disarm our ego which allows us
to melt into our unconscious and tap
into that mysterious but intense
power that lies within.

Poetry, psychedelics, and voluntary solitude
shatters the distorted glass
that lies between your inner reality
and the outside world
and you’ll discover patterns unfolding
and you’ll realize that life
is part of an infinite mosaic
and the world of “time and space”
is just a tiny facet
to our cosmic existence
and you’ll feel love love love —
that all-encompassing life energy
pour from your spirit into
every fiber and cell of your body
and the cherubim will smile and
finally lower their flaming swords
and you’ll be free free free
to return from that ancient exile,
and pass, once again,
thru the gates of
paradise.

Sitting In A Coffee Shop Reminds Me Why I Don’t Go To Church

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“Is man merely a mistake of God’s?
Or God merely a mistake of man?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche


I was sitting in a coffee shop the other day and I overheard a conversation at a table behind me. There were three skinny jean wearing young men with bibles laid out in front of them. Their demeanor seemed to be pretty serious and somber and they were extremely convinced of the religious clichés they were spouting to one another.

Their little discussion reminded me why I stay FAR FAR FAR away from church and organized religion in general. I cringed with every statement these religious folks behind me were making. I asked myself why so many people fight so hard against the truth as a way to defend their outdated beliefs? It’s a question I concern myself with often.

One of the men was just sitting there sippin’ his coffee listening to the hogwash that the guy holding the highlighted bible was espousing. I don’t think he was totally buying in to the rubbish preached at him. His mind wasn’t completely gone. Continue reading

New York Chronicles: Man in Exile

 

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“We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,
begin no day where we have ended another day;
and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.”

~Kahlil Gibran~


We only have a few breaths on this unforgiving planet.  And I’ll be damned if I live this brief life like some domestic pet jailed up behind this white-picket-fence rendition of the so-called American Dream where everyone gets caught up in the same patterns and suffers the same damn fate — the death of the soul.

I want earthquakes, explosions, and fury comets across cosmic skies — I want to taste every aspect of this planet. I want to roam the unknown and float thru its heavens and trudge thru its hells.

Give it to me — you folks can keep your safe lives watching your nightly TV programs, sidelined on the field of dreams, vegged out in front of hypnotic screens all angry at each other — I’m settin’ out for the holy grail. Continue reading

I Don’t Want To Believe

“If the doors of perception were cleansed,
everything would appear to man as it is
– infinite.”

― William Blake

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Out of the eternal mouth
we arrive.

Who are we?
Who are you?

How much of your mind do you own?

Have you ever sat alone in the dark,
devoid and unplugged from the web
of constant stimulation & cheap
distractions that eat up so much
of your time, and really
thought about what
you believe in?

What if your beliefs
were shoved into your
head at a very early
age in an attempt to
prevent you from
becoming your
true self?

As the Jesuits proclaimed
many years ago, give us
your child for the first
7 years, and we’ll have
them for life.

And it’s true.

Since my high-chair days
it’s been pounded in my head
to believe, just believe,
believe, believe.

In Sunday school, with my vulnerable
mind in the hands of the devout, I
was taught that I only had to
believe in a particular story
of the past and I’d ride life
straight to immortality. Continue reading

Prove You’re Alive

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I do a lot of solo traveling during my time off from work. When you travel by yourself and you’re able to forgo certain comforts & luxuries of modern day life, you can travel very inexpensively.

Everyone should do it every now and then. It’s healthy, revitalizing, and you feel this deep sense of freedom like no other. I think it’s the best type of therapy in a world gone mad.

Anyways, for me, I like to fill up a backpack once in a while, grab my camera, buy a plane ticket, and just go. I like facing the unknown. This is how I beat death in life. Continue reading

23 Brilliant Mark Twain Quotes on his Birthday

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William Faulkner christened Mark Twain, “The Father of American Literature.”

The great Hemingway claimed that “all modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn. American writing comes from that. There was nothing before. There has been nothing as good since.”

America’s finest writer was born on this day 182 years ago. So it’s fitting to bring to light 23 of Mark Twain’s many brilliant quotes that show us his unrivaled witticism and piercing insights on human nature. Continue reading

Tragedy of Man

The most dangerous thing
to any society is a man
brimming with emptiness.
And it’s rampant, man,
you see it everywhere.
Empty men, too comfortable,
too stagnant, drive gone.
Unable to create, unable to
grow, these men lose the guts
to command their own lives.

They become resentful
and fall deeply into a
vicious type of despair.

I think we’ve all been there
a time or two but this particular
man gets stuck in it. He gives up
wanting and feeling, thinks it’s
all futile. His boredom eventually
yields to a fetish to destroy all
life around him, including his own.

Mass shootings, murder-suicides,
and snuggling up to warped ideologies
divulge
the sad finale
to all these men’s
sick stories.

you’re not gonna change it, darlin’

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the world is in disarray, darlin’,
and that’s the way it always has been
and always will be. this is its normal state,
it’s tragic and fascinating at the same time.

the vast fields of gold & honey
are encircled by raging rivers
of blood and tears.

you’re not going to change it, darlin’.

I know your college professors have
plagued your mind with subversive ideas
of change; change at a cost of yielding
your essence to the false idol of “equality”,
but’s it’s a lie, darlin’, I promise you…
the unintended consequences will be far worse
than the evils you’re trying to eradicate.

you have animosity & rage
building up within you,
you’re becoming corrupted by your beliefs,
this sometimes happens
when a belief system is in doubt,
can’t you see it, darlin’?

can’t you see what you’re becoming?

instead of listening and pondering the rationale
of opposing voices, you want them silenced.
you routinely inject a dose of ad hominem
as a scapegoat to divert attention away
from the debate, you erect a strawman, lumping
your opponents into detestable groups
to muddy up their character instead of
dealing face to face with the argument.

this is what you’ve become.

they’ve molded you into an instrument
in someone else’s symphony. a pawn in
someone else’s game. refuse, darlin’
don’t lose yourself to some odious ideology
that breeds resentment towards the
hierarchical structure you find yourself in,
it’s a no-win situation.

I promise you, darlin’
you’re not going to smash the system
you’re not going to alter it
you’re not going to level it out.
your time & energy are too precious
to waste on such a futile endeavor.

because in truth, we’re all just thrown
into this chaotic catastrophe as lost
transients who take on a few
decades of its infinite expansion.

endless suffering, prejudices,
and inequity are part of the game
darlin’, they’re inescapable
in a world of duplicitous hearts,
where that fine line rifts between
good and evil.

so go ahead, clamor for more laws,
shun your neighbors and cling tighter
to your predictable politics, give up
a little more in exchange for the illusion
of security, write your congressman,
join the trendy campaign, hashtag
your way straight to utopia, darlin’

sermonize to us all on social media
like you do so well

keep it up

tell us the way of the world,
tell us what the philosophers
neglected to inform us
tell us our proper role
on this unforgiving planet
tell us your bland ideas
tell us your irrational fears
tell us your cunning pleas

however, darlin’, you’re not going
to change it, your groupthink,
herd-minded viewpoints are voiced
loud and clear, but it means nothing.

your resentment of the flourishing
makes you a victim of a deep-seated
nihilistic despair, and instead of trying
to rise through the muck, you yearn to bring
everyone down to your pathetic level.

you were taught this to be virtuous, noble,
you’ve come to despise the individual,
you’ve come to hate him, which is
why you mimic the masses and castoff
responsibility for your own miserable life.

you’ve been caught up in the cobwebs
of your culture, darlin’. you’re too weak
to push through. they’ve got you.

this is why you’re bitter and saturated
with an anti-realist belief system.
the way you perceive outer reality
is just a reflection of your inner world.

the only REAL thing you can do
is change who you are.

behave in little ways
to make yourself a
healthier, wiser
more creative
person.

you have to go at it alone, though.
the majority, the crowd, is never right.

think bigger, reflect deeper, speak truthfully,
take on a bigger load, put some skin
in the game. find out who you are,
fix your unlived, broken self
first, before you attempt
in some vain way
to save the
world.

it’s the only way.

So, You Think You’re A Patriot, Huh?

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You think you’re a patriot, do you?

You think being viciously angry over an individual taking a knee during the national anthem makes you a patriot?

You think being an armchair warrior venting your disgust over trivial matters on social media makes you a patriot?

You think slinging around “patriotic” memes all over the internet makes you a patriot?

You think that waving a flag around and loudly singing ‘God Bless America’ makes you a patriot?

You think being an obedient citizen makes you a patriot?

You think blind and unwavering support of the military, the police, and the national security state makes you a patriot? And do you really think you’re pro-military when you sit back silently while corrupt politicians send them overseas to fight illegal wars based on lies?

My friends, this everything against what a patriot is. Continue reading

Carl Jung on the State

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Carl Jung was a Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst who founded analytical psychology. He had one of the most brilliant and imaginative minds of the 20th century.

Jung, during the mid part of the century, started to observe that societies were moving in a direction of mass-mindedness and state worship.

He saw that men were becoming “subordinated to ideological considerations [that] must serve the State, and not truth and justice in men’s dealings with one another.”

He goes on to write that the “mass State has no intention of promoting mutual understanding and the relationship of man to man; it strives, rather, for atomization, for the psychic isolation of the individual. The more unrelated individuals are, the more consolidated the State becomes, and vice versa.”

Here’s an insightful description of what one of the most beautiful minds of the last century thought about the state:

Quoted from Wikipedia entry on Carl Jung:

“Jung stressed the importance of individual rights in a person’s relation to the state and society. He saw that the state was treated as ‘a quasi-animate personality from whom everything is expected’ but that this personality was ‘only camouflage for those individuals who know how to manipulate it’, and referred to the state as a form of slavery. He also thought that the state ‘swallowed up [people’s] religious forces’,and therefore that the state had ‘taken the place of God’—making it comparable to a religion in which ‘state slavery is a form of worship’. Jung observed that ‘stage acts of [the] state’ are comparable to religious displays: ‘Brass bands, flags, banners, parades and monster demonstrations are no different in principle from ecclesiastical processions, cannonades and fire to scare off demons’. From Jung’s perspective, this replacement of God with the state in a mass society led to the dislocation of the religious drive and resulted in the same fanaticism of the church-states of the Dark Ages—wherein the more the state is ‘worshipped’, the more freedom and morality are suppressed; this ultimately leaves the individual psychically undeveloped with extreme feelings of marginalization.“

To add to that, in his profound little book called “The Undiscovered Self,” Jung writes:

“Only, the suggestive parade of State power engenders a collective feeling of security which, unlike religious demonstrations, give the individual no protection against his inner demonism. Hence he will cling all the more to the power of the State, i.e., to the mass, thus delivering himself up to it psychically as well as morally and putting the finishing touch to his social depotentiation. The State, like the Church, demands enthusiasm, self-sacrifice, and love, and if religion requires or presupposes the “fear of God,” then the dictator State takes good care to provide the necessary terror.”