The End of BAU

For the last six years I've made it my business to understand the plethora of fibers that compose our modern day reality. We live in a society that requires the rest of the world to function. Our modern industrial civilization has engulfed the entire globe. Our oceans are acidifying as we busy ourselves with destroying the last bastion of oxygen production, the great lungs of Gaia, the Amazon. Our species is very sick, but just like a patient with pancreatitis, hepatitis C, and cirrhosis we can't put the bottle down. No matter how much pain it will cause us, we can't bring ourselves to stop drinking. The fun has long since past, and now we just do it out of desperation; we do it because we don't want to feel the immense pain that we have and are creating. We also continue drinking because we are scared of the future. The bottle we are drinking from does not contain liquor. It contains a fermented liquid that the Earth concocted using lots of algae, high pressure, and millions of years. Like liquor, this liquid had the ability to produce a great delusion for the human race. It's this delusion that is responsible for our reckless destruction. It's this same delusion that has us destroying the only home we know of in this infinite expanse of space. We are hopelessly addicted to this magical substance that might as well be the Earth's blood. Like vampires we stick our fangs in the Earth and suck it's blood to quench our addiction. We don't care who pays the price so long as we can get another fix.

Our children are the ones who will pay the price. They are suffering from our debt in this toxic environment that their physical brains must mature in. Trying to figure out why this has happened is about like trying to figure out why a drunk continues to drink. His addiction has him homeless, laid out in the freezing cold street in his urine soaked stitchless rags, and yet he doesn't care because that's what his dark substance provides him. He's in unfathomable pain, and yet he can't feel any of it. Not until there is no liquor left will he finally be forced to face the reality. He wakes up in the cold street, piss soaked pants, peels himself off of the sidewalk, and begins begging for more. Death would be much better for him. This is our species. Drunk on oil. Until that oil is gone the delusion will remain. Business as usual. We don't even care that our children will pay the price for our recklessness.

Maybe the irreversible damage is done and there is no point trying to repair our diseased organs. In which case, I suppose we might as well just stay drunk until we're dead. Maybe it's just going to be too painful to bear the sober burden waiting for us. Could it be that this pain has grown so monstrously large that changing is impossible? Is there a Rubicon that our collective pain has crossed? If this is true than we might as well get on with it and put ourselves out of this misery. Save our children from the misery that we are ensuring for them with every action of every miserable day. If we are to just continue this madness than I would prefer we put an end to it. Problem is, I'm a father, so I don't have that luxury. I've got to find a way to conjure up some hope for my sons to believe in. Yet every place I turn to find just a miniscule fiber of hope I'm met by the blindness that is a pervasive aspect of the holograms programming. It's hard wired into the falsity that the hologram projects. How our species got to this point can only make sense metaphysically. It can only make sense in the quadrants of existence that the Matrix cannot detect. We have collectively lost touch with spirit. In our quest to conquer knowledge and nature we have lost our connection to the natural processes that are created by that spirit in the first place. We need nature to exist, but nature does not need us.

Those who control the work at the power plant that burns the Earth's blood to perpetuate the Matrix's hologram programing are not to be trusted, nor is their message. They are the catalysts that keep this drunken delusion disseminated to each and every human mind. Their intoxicating message must be ignored. Unfortunately everything about BAU is designed to continue perpetuating BAU as an endless positive feedback loop. Communication technology has become the great controlling opus of BAU. Cell phones, the internet, and television are how this great evil ensures it's continual existence within the human psyche. These things ensure that the message is being projected and received. If there is to be any hope, it will be found in learning to use these things to reverse this destructive process. The solution to our problems is staggeringly easy to understand. However it won't be easy to employ. I'm positive that it's going to be painful. We just have to accept that fact and move forward regardless.

The solution to all of our problems is to begin ignoring BAU, but in order to successfully do that, we must extract ourselves from its clutches. Ultimately, BAU is kept going by the electricity that is created by burning hydrocarbons. The electrical infrastructure is the Matrix's Achilles tendon. Electricity is magic, and by itself is neither good nor bad, but the system uses it to keep us all enslaved. This magical force used to be the product of nature alone by way of what might as well be called lightning, and our species seems to be proving that it should have stayed that way. We proved incapable of wielding that one...fire on the other hand. It's starting to look like the Amish were at least correct about the nature of electricity. I want to make it clear here that I'm NOT saying electricity should not be used, or that it's even evil by its own nature. What I am saying is that it should not be used if it's coming from the Matrix's infrastructure. This one step would ensure our extraction. Simply put, in order to fight the Matrix, we must remove ourselves from its physical clutches. Our species flourished long before the grid, and it will flourish after it. But if we do not begin taking the necessary steps towards extraction than our species will lose the chance to flourish.

Our spiritual amnesia must also be addressed. Unplugging from the grid would allow each one of us to once again remember sacred and natural divinity. The white noise emitted from the hologram blocks our spiritual receptors. The incessant drivel that is audible beyond the white noise is about nothing of consequence and is projected to every mind plugged into the grid. The last time I heard about that drivel, I was enjoying traditional Mexican cuisine, and it was intrusively going on and on about some poo poo cruise that the entire world was watching...and for some reason it was considered normal that those poor souls had to continue eating onion sandwiches and shitting on the deck. Some vacation...at least they got to shit in the great outdoors...albeit on the deck of a cruise ship. I bet those processed loaf bread and onion sandwichs were some god awful smelling turds . Come on people, my chickens have more dignity and sense than that and they shit all over the damn place 24/7.  

I was talking about spirit. That noise from the machine...it's function is to ensure we don't get the chance to contemplate spirit. Our minds and bodies are being filled with corporate programing when they need to be filled with sacredness. Yet they are so full with the former that there is no room left for the later. The cup has runneth over with the hologram. It's far beyond the mental realm. We are controlled on a physical level as well. Man made chemicals are ubiquitous in the very cells that compose our bodies. You need electron microscopes to even study that level of control. Some of these chemicals are prescribed to us by the Ministry of Health, others we willingly ingest, but the majority we have absolutely no control over. Our bodies absorb those toxins autonomically. Between the Matrix's mental control, and the physical chemicals pervading our biosphere, we are left almost hopeless. This is why we must begin extracting ourselves from these horrible mechanisms of control and destruction.

I understand that advocating for the avoidance of hydrocarbon fueled electricity seems excessive. That's because it is. It's excessive, purist, anal, unrealistic, idealistic, and probably impossible, and yet it's our only hope. Unless the amount of petroleum we are capable of getting at is less than what will be needed to bring the Earth's biosphere to it's catastrophic environmental threshold of chaos. We can pray that this will be the case, but just hoping is not good enough. We must begin turning our backs on the way we have done things for the last 200 years. The only successful strategy we can have towards righting our wrongs is to begin ignoring the Matrix and it's delusional hologram. Protesting does not produce results. The machine simply does not care what we think. Its got it's own momentum now, and it views itself as unstoppable.

Fact, our way of life is going to destroy the biosphere to the point where it will no longer sustain human life. If we continue BAU that will be the outcome. That being the case, I don't think there is anything that is too extreme if it can reverse that outcome. If the solution is unrealistic should that matter? Should it stop those of us who have identified the problem from trying to correct it? I don't think the solution being unrealistic should matter to us. Maybe it is too late. Maybe there really is nothing that can be done at this point. Yet without hope there can be no point to existence. If we are just doomed to failure as a species than we might as well destroy ourselves and get it over with. I don't think that is the case. I want to believe that we can fix our biosphere so that it will once again become healthy for our children. 

There is a great spirit that has all of the answers. In Druidry we call it AWEN (pronounced Ahhh Ohhh Ennnn). Funny how that word sounds like AMEN isn't it? I wonder if that's just a coincidence?  We have lost touch with that source. Unless we learn to once again sensitize ourselves to the stone, we will destroy all current life on Earth. This is the message that needs to be heard right now. This is what we need to wake up to. Our job is to awaken that spirit in as many people as possible. The only way to accomplish that goal is going to be to use the Matrix and it's hologram against itself. Somehow we are going to have to find a way to channel all of that Energy that is being created by burning the Earth's blood into consciously destroying the Matrix. I don't know how to do that, but that's what needs to be done. The solution may reside in enough people realizing that a different way is not just necessary and possible, but that it is most importantly desirable.  I happen to believe that the 100th monkey is about to wake.  But he won't if you don't.  That's the point...isn't it.  It's easy...wake up...

Some Piedmont Hope from the land of the Fox.

 

The Faustian Shanghi

 

The time has come for the collective consciousness of our planet to take responsibility for our predicament. Pointing the finger and exclaiming who's fault this mess is has lost it's point. Yet what exactly does it mean to take responsibility for our global mess? How does one take responsibility for the colossal clusterfuck we find ourselves in? Is it possible to change business as usual? Anything is possible if you have money, because everything on our globe has a price and at any rate the IRS requires it of us. Unfortunately money has an affinity towards not going anywhere once it's created. The money changers create it and then give it away to themselves while the rest of us blindly service the hologram that tells our brains that our highest purpose is consumption and acquisition of useless throw away uselessness. The money that we do manage to get our hands on is already spoken for by the same ass holes who created it in the first place. When we aren't working at acquiring money to keep the hologram active, we're anesthetized by all manner of mesmerization by way of fukitol franken pharma chemicals and the idiot panel. Anything to distract us from how stupid and pointless our existence inside the hologram has become.

Is this our fault? If not, than who's fault is it? There is nothing new here. The only difference between now, and when we first started with agriculture, is that the ass holes creating the money have had over 10,000 years to figure out how better to control us. They figured out, probably around the first year, that whoever controls the food can control everything and everybody. Since that day there has been slaves and masters. Now our masters are invisible entities hidden behind corporate non-persons and government bureaucracies. They all have one thing in common. They are concerned with our bank accounts and want every worthless penny to return to them. They were just loaned fiat pennies after all. It's their money. This is the real meaning of the 1% versus the 99%. Of course only in the empire do we have the time to sit around and contemplate how badly we have it. Everywhere else they're concerned with scavenging some useable refuse to construct a roof to keep their dirt floor from turning to mud, finding some calories to stop their child's grumbling bellies, and looking for a way to get plugged into the hologram where they too can get fat on petroleum sugar. That's why it's not their responsibility to care about destroying the hologram. We, those who have enough leisure time to read this must begin taking responsibility for the clusterfuck.

Ideally it's the responsibility of that lucky class of people whom have money beyond a month to month basis. If you don't know whether or not you'll have money to pay the next round of bills, and you have no health insurance, and you have kids to think about, than you can hardly be held accountable towards changing anything... right? But if you have money than that money convinces you that there is nothing wrong and in fact there is no hologram. There's just your comfortable life of leisure and plenty of excuses for you to use to explain away any problems facing the world. The money you have is yours and you can do whatever you want with it. You earned it! Since there is a price for everything, you can keep yourself supplied in it regardless of availability. If gasoline, food, and healthcare cost twice and three times as much as it did before than you can simply throw more money at it. You are an ass hole no better than the ass holes belonging to the ass holes you busy yourself with sticking your nose in. It's time to wake up because there are a lot of us who no longer have any money.

The energy is running out and you've painted us into a corner. You've made it necessary to have that energy to feed us. Some of us are dealing with the reality, but you aren't. A lot of us want to deal with this reality but can't because we have no money. All we can do is watch and wait to be discarded into the same dump we cart our pointless consumer trash to once we're done with it. The only meaningful action available to us is to continue fighting amongst our peers for a better position next to the table where your food scraps fall from. Or maybe that's just what you want us to believe?

Maybe you don't matter anymore. The time has come for all of us proles to stop giving a shit about you and what your incompetence is capable of. You've proven that all you are capable of is destruction for powers sake. Money doesn't really matter to you, just power and how much of it you can get. In your psychotic egomaniacal state your willing to consume and destroy everything just so that you can one up your peers. It's fun to you isn't it? You'll destroy everything in the name of vanity.

I told you a little over a year ago that I would find a way out of your game. How long do you think you can last once we all stand up at the same time because we've realized we've been Shanghied. Nobody signed up for this. There is an emergent consciousness that is growing exponentially now. It's growing right along side the population of 8 billion. That consciousness is aware of the appetite that will have no bottom once your GMO's self destruct and reign terror down on the human race. Once your radiant energy and mutant chemicals morph into an extinction like event that trickles down into the 1% of Gaia's fresh water supply. You'll choke along with the zombie hordes, and it will be on the flesh of your own progeny. Nothing will save you once the Cartesian 1's and 0's stop mattering. They will stop mattering.

The apocalyptic date has past already. Nobody noticed. They watched the movies and were entertained by it's passing, but they once again forgot once the black out ended and the American Hologram was restored. The black outs will become more frequent, and each one will bring with it the demise that's waiting for you. You won't be able to print your way out of the final black out. You already don't matter and yet you have no clue. There are those amongst the hordes that your information gathering machine doesn't recognize. They are anonymous. They are invisible like the fox because they have stopped caring about your 1's and 0's. They are beginning to remember what they lost when they got on your Faustian ship and entered into your Shanghi arrangement. They are small now and they reveal in their invisibility, but they will live to repopulate once you are gone. They are learning that the Earth and the Sun provide for them if they only believe with enough Faith. What does a tree care about medical insurance and mortgage payments? It still produces meat that falls to the earth as concentrated energy waiting to be absorbed in the human gut.

What will you do when enough people figure that out? What will you do when the goats eat your poison and shit it out? When the fungus transforms your gut rot carbon and neutralizes it. We are legion and we will inherit the Earth once your Matrix goes down and the Hologram dissipates into the same nowhere it came from. We are waiting for that day. We are silently preparing for your obsolescence. We have become anonymous economic non-persons whom you have long since forgotten. We are migrating to the margins of your machine and into terrain it cannot go. We are protected by our own anonymity. Watch as our signals disappear exponentially. The 100th monkey is about to wake.

Fateolysis and Destiniogenesis

Can one change one's fate? I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and I've come to some conclusions on the matter. Before this question can really be answered there are some perspectives that must first be fermented to produce a living understanding. I think we are guaranteed a certain amount of fate regardless of our actions or inaction's. There are miniscule roots that run for miles from our DNA that were forged in a cauldron located in the millenniums before us. There are aspects of our fate that require magi status to do anything about, and even then I'm not so sure they can be gotten to and manipulated. This isn't to say that there is an omniscient God who cares about the outcome. It's more a matter of interconnection emanating from the proverbial butterfly's wings. Simply put, fate will happen and requires no consciousness on your part. This might as well be a metaphysical law. It probably is, but I don't have the occult background to know if there is such a law. I'm sure some of my readers might be able to illuminate the subject.

There is magnificent alchemical work that can be done to accomplish a chosen destiny. Achieving destiny requires your active participation and much discipline. It requires foresight, focus, and fateolysis, because in order to achieve destiny it requires the building blocks of fate to be teased out and manipulated. Fate must first be broken down in a conscious cauldron of change using all catalysts and enzymatic agents at ones disposal. Without this process destiny becomes a blind process subject to the whims of DNA and flying insects. I think the conclusion is that fate can't really be changed...just broken down and altered. How much fate has happened before you even become aware of it? What age where you when you started thinking about attempting to change it? Until one becomes conscious of the process it's all produced by fate alone. The nature of our existence, on this plane at least, is to constantly move forward while growing older. The adept's apprentice knows that he must become consciously involved in this process of reality manipulation if a chosen destiny is to have any chance of descending and solidifying into reality.

The trick is to become responsible for your choices for movement in this fluid field of existence. Then all agents concerned with one's movements must be identified and studied. The more of these agents that becomes successfully ousted, the better your chances of a chosen future. This is the act of Neo seeing the agents for the programming that they are and receiving the ability to stop bullets in response. He performs fateolysis by entering into the frame of the agent and exploding it from within. This is the point where Neo adds the final enzyme into the cauldron of his fate and destiny to create a manageable merger of the two. Fate can't be ignored and destiny must be maintained.

I've become very interested in the fate of my children. Realizing the workings of these matters in my own life has allowed me to consciously manipulate them for my sons. DNA can be changed. I believe that my offspring's DNA is slightly different from my own. Well at least the half that I'm responsible for. I think it's possible that innate abilities can be created and passed on. I want to be clear here because I'm NOT saying that I'm going to attempt to change who my son's are. It is however my ultimate and prime responsibility as a parent to manipulate their fates. Things are operating now that they have no control over. But I, and my wife, do have control over them. We are responsible for their existence. That responsibility is a heavy burden that must be cherished.

Take my in utero son, whom we have named Harper Tribann McCarty (although my wife want's to drop one of the n's and I'd like to keep it for authenticity's sake...marriage is a continual act of compromise), for example. He has no choice about the types of chemicals that are accompanying this critical time of his physical development. It is true that man has made a mess of the planet where health of life is concerned. Man has been a chemical making monkey for the last hundred years or so. Those chemicals are so ubiquitous in our reality that we develop in utero with them. This part of my son's fate I can do little about. The quality of food that my wife eats is something we can control to an extent. The nutrients that we give him for development we can do something about. In forging my own destiny chickens have arrived. They poop out happy backyard chicken eggs for my family. My wife eats those happy chicken eggs with their brilliant deep crimson yolks swimming with the building blocks of life. Those eggs nourish Harper's environment and provide his cauldron with quality natural resources. This is just one example in a universe of examples where my destiny is contributing to a better fate for my child.

My wife makes bread with pure, simple, natural ingredients; flour, salt, water, and yeast. The final product is influenced by natural alchemy and imbued with her intentional love. The final product removes a trivial amount of those malevolent chemicals, but it's yet one more act of us influencing our child's destiny. My 2 and a half out of utero son is beyond my comprehension. I'm obviously biased here, but this is not about being megalomaniacal or hyperegoic. He is an amazing human being that has his own destiny to contend with. I get to be a part of that process. He can do nothing about his fate while under his mother and fathers care. We can influence his fate, and we must do so. If my children are to have a chance in the long descent than I, and my wife, must do all that we can to better their fate in that climate. Chicken eggs, occasionally happy chicken meat protein, homemade bread, homegrown organic veggies, fermented foods made from pure and quality ingredients, compost, lots of tolerance and love, and an eye for the reality of reality will all help assist my son's in their journey through this anthropogenic clusterfuck of an environment.

In return, my son, soon to be sons, have influenced my destiny by their very existence. It's largely symbiotic. My own dysfunction in life has allowed me to access a moral compass that is derived from wisdom. Many of the problems that are a product of my own dysfunctional psyche have been outed, dealt with, and banished. It's a good thing to, because those things are all a product of my fate and they could have easily created a negative fate for my sons. My wife has done this same work. This past year she has been vigorously scrutinizing her fate. She has picked it apart and placed it in that cauldron. We are consciously manipulating this reality landscape with our wills. There are many factors tethered to our fate that we must learn to deal with because they will not go away. These factors were solidified into place before we even knew about them. They have already interacted with the future in ways we can do nothing about. Such is the nature of fate. It's irrevocably present. The best one can do is to identify it's parts and workings. This is how fateolysis is produced. One must know the proper enzymes to place in the cauldron to produce the desired destiny.

From my fateolysis comes the raw parts of a new destiniogenesis. My destiny is to be a Druid. Nature must be embraced by man. Our desire to control nature is destroying our biosphere. If we are to have a chance of continual survival on this planet than we must honor nature. We must stop this psychotic control, which is nothing more than an illusion anyways, and begin the process of making nature sacred again. This is something that can only be done one person at a time. I'm largely trapped in the matrix. At least for now. I'm trapped because I can see no other way to maintain a healthy family in our current world without access to money. I have to play the game in our nations "academic" business to earn my position in the outer party at the ministry of health in our dying empire. By 2015 I'll have a piece of paper that will say "Registered Nurse" on it. That piece of paper will give me access to a job that will pay me good money. Money that will allow me to maximize the environment to raise little druid sons. A safe environment tucked away from the madness of man. An environment surrounded by sacred nature. Nature that will influence, guide, and illuminate my sons Ayden Zen and Harper Tribann (or Triban depending on the compromise involved in marital negotiations). This is my chosen destiny. The destiny that will influence the fate of my sons. I only hope that when they reach the age of reason they will agree with me that nature is sacred. Hopefully enough druids will rise up to the challenge and begin the process of relinquishing that delusional and illusional control over nature.