To break the ice, I thought this might be a great live journal question to answer in the midst of my fellow opinionated community friends.
Before I answered this question, though, I thought I better do a quick google search and find out the topics that SocialWayne.com recommends I avoid on social network sites (just to see if I’m on track socially).
Here are the 9 topics he recommends I avoid…
1. Politics 2. Race 3. Sex in general 4. Gay Marriage 5. Sexual preference 6. Religion 7. Porn 8. Past Jobs 9. General complaining on the Job
So, how do I measure up socially?
I have some very strong opinions about each of those topics, but on most of those things I keep silent, unless specifically asked.
There is, however, one thing on which I will not keep silent.
Okay so i'm going to take a minute here and ask out a quick plea of new coming for live journal. i personally hate it when you see those unaspiring mindless son of a bitches whiners begging and demanding for you to come see and read their latest blog on their site on every community, well known writer or celeb, or whatever their grubby NYC black nailpolished fingers can rape their keys.
but before i steer off track and rant on that..
i just wanted to say
please. as a new comer who is trying to a get a mini movement, a mini revolution if you will started and pumped up. Gimme a chance and go read. Ima curious soul who needs to know your opinions on this mega fawsome idea i'm toying with.
so it would be supa bonified badass if you would scamper on over to my entry.
ДИРЕКТИВЫ, УЧИТЫВАЮЩИЕ ПРОЦЕСС ДИССОЦИАЦИИ Располагая соответствующей теоретической рамкой, позволяющей нам принять диссоциацию как нейтральный процесс, лишь потенциально приносящий вред либо пользу, мы легко примем точку зрения, исходя из которой данный механизм представляет интегральную часть терапевтического процесса, направленного на изменение индивидуальности. Клиницисты, не сталкивавшиеся ни с теоретической, ни с практической стороны с концепцией гипноза, рассматривающей его как модель коммуникации и воздействия, не вполне отдают себе отчет в том, что диссоциативные состояния (именуемые “трансом”) являются стоматология , клиника , лимфа , глюкоза биохимия , ишемия , аорта , инфаркт неотделимым элементом процесса личностного развития. Однако, без сомнения, любое изменение связано с отказом от используемого до сего времени комплекса реакций (т.е. шаблонов поведения), целью которого является создание реакций нового типа. А следовательно, независимо от того, ин- дуцирует ли клиницист формальное, легко идентифицируемое состояние гипнотического транса, или же он применяет иные терапевтические техники, руководящие процессом обучения и приобретения клиентом опыта (т.е. “неформальный гипноз”), основной целью такой процедуры будет отделение пациента от прежних схем и одновременное конструирование новых.
Have you heard about the Kirstin Blaise Lobato trial yet? I found out about it years ago, and it has troubled me ever since. An 18-year old girl defended herself against a rapist. Because she had apparently struck him in the "groin area," a detective named Thomas Thowsen arrested her for the murder, mutilation, and sexual assault of a homeless man she had never met who had suffered a "groin injury" post-mortem.
How many years has it been since you looked into your own eyes? Do you see the shades that hang beneath those eyes? Did you know that the dead and dying can hear your speak in the shades of the past. Do you ever wonder why nothing acts like it should, and the time between what is now, and what is later, isn't as quantifiable as you might think?
Everyday we conduct the tests that reassure ourselves of how our lives are real, and that the people that enter them and exit them are real. You sit on the bus, and sometimes you just want to reach out, and touch that face, touch those hands. You drive past the same windows, and you look into them seeing life unfold. But past the windows, that world disappears to the never more. Was it just your imagination that saw the old man looking for a card, that young woman talking inanely on her cell phone? Do you ever get the urge to run head long into a brick wall to make sure it is still real, that your legs still move, and that its not simply a delusion set forth by the mind to ward you from places unknown?
Could you mind simply lock up that darkness, those pitfalls that you could find yourself breeding in, because it cannot see what is on the other end? How do you really feel when your heart cannot find its own place, when it crawls into the mind to escape the tingling pain of irreverance and ignomity. We set about trying to define what is real to us, and try to take a part of us and place it before the light. Trying to sear it, seal it, but it burns in our hands, in our eyes, and we call it truth because nothing is left of it. When everything else has been eroded away by the contact, the conciousness, that prevades this quiet imagry, what will there be left?
How can we know in any given point which way we are headed when every head never turns our way. We enter buildings as ghosts, and we leave them as such the same. Everyday we see millions of people moving around, but how faint is their connection to our lives, to our candles, to our flames. Do we have to constantly pinch them to make sure they truly are real, keep fighting them into little boxes because we do not understand them? Keep finding this the way that it is meant, as the deluded escapades that touch upon nothing in itself.
Wipe it away because the thoughts are always going to be ok, they're going to be left at your doorstep, they're going to be open to your perusal, and you can tend them however you wish. Stretch yourself to the other end of the earth, and you will find nothing holds you back from floating off into space. As much as we bring the reality to bare, as much as we keep making sure its still there, we're forced to change it to ourselves, to our kind, whatever kind that is.
We cannot allow gay marriage because then we lose the final facade on this great american way. It's where everything can be incorperated, and all people can combine to form greater forces, in the hopes that they can better affect change. Theres nothing stoping any couple, any number of people, from simply incorperating their families. Nothing stops it, except the laws that have been specificly crafted for the marriage instead of for the corperation. But every day even that thin veil is being removed piece by piece, till we find ourselves in this conglamerate mess. If we legalize gay marriage, then we lose the last true sanctity, and that is of the mass is better than the individual. We no longer can claim that america stands for individual ideals, individual laws, rules.
We suddenly have a new class of people, and now anyone can be apart of that class. Those unwilling to marry, unwilling to grasp either side, will be forced out. Those that do not need to keep checking reality to make sure its there will be put into the caves, cornered into the back, and stared at till their abject failures are accepted, and they have no choice but to make themselves known as individuals, by strapping bombs to their chests.
This is what america truly does want, but they have to put up the fight anyhow, they need to widdle away any truth to the marriage, to the ideal that two people will work better for the community than one alone. They need to burn off everything in an effort to put a pretty face on a corrupted concept. Take a look at our corperations, and you will see that they rarely benefit the whole of our subsistence. They're cornered beasts and act like whatever you do, is going to feed them regardless. They've found their niche, and they'll be damned if someone else takes it.
You know it's a long road to the shadow of your hearts content. It's a long road till we start seeing that these words are made with the pure power of will, and the perception of that which makes us stronger, makes us unique, makes us whole. Tell me what your problem is, tell me what you tried to do to solve it, and tell me of how it failed, or how it succeeded. Tell me that you know that while we're adrift in the incoherent daze, that you know it can never be that way till the end. Till we've climbed the last surmise, harnessed the last bit of energy, and brought it to the greater part of the whole. In the mean time, we're still stuck in fixing what has broken in the culture, what conciousness has brought to the baggage that we keep saying we're going to fix. That we keep exclaiming is only and illusion, while every day we don't see the rain that grows the plants. We see the destruction of the earth changing, and we claim we can catch up.
Perhaps you can realize that in our efforts to fix all that has gone wrong, we're just as likely to create more problems than there was before. In our haste, we burn more gas to get to a destination that is just some flagrant ideology that has no substance. Be wary of the man who claims to know the steps it takes to get to god, to float among the universe, and to act good and true in every circumstance, in everyway. No one has found that, if jesus had, if mohammed had, if buddha had, We would have recognized it for what it is.
Why can we not see this obviousness, this complete truth, and still the world keeps suffering, it keeps limping along, and we throw regard for reasons and actuary to other people. We lay ourselves on the ground, but we cannot try to get up to help where we can? I understand all this to well, and I know the road that its leading to, but no one can really show it to you. You have to keep following something to find where it hides, and instead of following it, you run away.
Theres no martyrs left, we'e killed them all, and we are living in a world where nothing is worth dying for. This is the substance of the truth, and it's frightening in how little it actually gives us. Thats the painful truth of what leads into the deep, into the unknown. Do you realize that as much as it pains me to say that theres no defining characteristic to reality, it needs to be said because of its truth? The veracity that any of this has only comes from when you are living outside of this reading, when it sinks into your everystep, and your analysis takes upon an object that you crave understanding over.
While you're out defining the whole of existence, I'm left wondering why you've decided to forget about your own existence. Why everyday you have to prove you exist, by interupting people, introducing yourself, putting yourself into verification, constant verification that people acknowledge you, that you are real to them, that they're not figments. You understand, because you've followed this long enough to know that those extroverts, they're the ones who need the most help in this world, because they lack a center that affirms their existence. They constantly need the validation from everything that crosses their path, and alone they struggle with an identity that is not themselves. It is an amalgamation of everyone they know, everyone who has entered and changed their lives.
These are all memories, vague, unformed, unmolded, and molested by the person. The true war being waged around the globe is on how to shut up those of us that do not wish to acknowledge their validity. Those of us that do not need to remind others that they exist, that you exist. We don't need the constancy, because we already feel the constancy, whether we found it, or whether it has been inborn matters not. The affect is certainly the same. We're pelted with being alone, and as if thats something abnormal or wrong. Constantly it's wrong to be left in silence, constantly it's wrong to not grab the girl and fuck her brains out. To piss on her and claim her as your own, constantly the girls get mad if you do not do this. If you do not shit on them, push them around, or bend to their will as if thats the only will in this nature.
Constantly, the hatred seethes, and we're pushed further back, further into obscurity, by people whose voices do not extend for others to hear. We're constantly bombarded by people on cell phones that have no better way to remind people that they exist, and to be validated by others, all in the same fucktastic stroke. It's amazing what that psychologically compells me to do, which is to mentally piss on their graves, and hope they go away. I don't need reminding that they're there, I don't need reminding that the only way to get someones attention is to grab them by the wrist, and force them to hold me in some higher place, the constancy of acknowledging that I am a human, and I need my validation.
All this, and more, is regardless of the point, because it is simply an anger at the breeding of more of these sowers of pain and destruction. All these tools simply can be wielded for good, but none of them seem to be finding that place in reality. Do you really need to tell someone you're on a bus? I don't know, but certain, I know i'm on a bus, and why should anyone care what bus you're riding, or what shoes you're just bought. So many tripe statements, i'm left aghast to wonder about how much they truly know. Should I be them, make it known that I am here?
No. I shouldn't, as they care so much about their validation, I won't proceed to give it to them. Not because i'm cruel or heartless, but because I know they exist. Thats the whole point of this, I don't need to keep testing and retesting the waters to make sure everything is alright, everything is alright if you'd just shut the fuck up for a moment and listen to that silence. You can call him jesus, you can call him mohammed, you can call him courtney love, I don't really care what you call him. All I do really care about is that you realize that you exist, that you are apart of this conglomeration, and that you let it into yourself.
You truly are a beautiful creature if you'd stop having to look into the mirror to make sure it's true. The constancy you desire matters not, because that mirror you keep fucking with is tarnishing at every touch. The photo luminescence is destroying things whether you want to believe it or not. Take no pictures because those too will disolve the world around you, your voice will too create the dissonance. Everything that absolves you of sin is that sin itself. We have to be in this world, but we don't have to be the world. We don't need to find that greater conciousness, because all that means is the constant feedback of a mirror thats getting darker, and the more tainted it becomes the uglier you look, and the more god damn attention you want, making the cycle endlessly destructive.
You see this by now, simply because most people wouldn't read past the first paragraph, most people would fire of some die hippy communist manifesto as if they've just found the single greatest thing to hate, and probably will go off and call their friends about the stupidity. Irony at it's greatest is rarely glimpsed by man, it's more mysterious than lochness monster, grey aliens and the yeti combined. I think if one were able to see this irony, that would shatter into a million fragments, perhaps that explains spontaneous combustion.
In the end, the validation comes from within. As we keep trying to sow our seeds into the greater part of the world, to have more people look up to us, we end up destroying that reflection, we means we need to keep moving faster. We need to keep changing more, we need to foil that great fear that the world is a delusion. All the while that we bring it closer to that edge, closer to the end, and one last scream shatters the glass that reverberates with the chaos that ensues.
Ensnared by the self validation, ensnared by deep resolving form that we are alone. Endlessly, we are along. Say it with me, we are alone. We cannot pick and choose how alone we are, and if we could some how all admit that we are alone, then we could simultaneously be a part of the whole. This is how it works, this is the only way it works. You follow yourself, into yourself, and you make it out whole. You validate yourself the good ole fashion way, by using the tools that surround you, not the flesh, not the blood, but the bones. As long as you never get past skin deep, you'll never know that you are beautiful. You will never know the sensations of love, and you can hardly be said to be anything but a tool.
This is why we have to consider gay marriage far more carefully than anything else in this world. We allow this merger, we're fast tracking the commodity of society. That people are some how better together, bound by the wrists, than they are seperated. It's a devolving conudrum, and should be considered beyond any moralistic stupidity, a philosphy of trying to find the closest aproximation to a higher ideal.
These ideals are incomplete, the ideology is not ever complete, and thus we have to be pragmatic to them. We cannot simply be agnostic. There is a greater coherence out there, but simply saying that isn't true leaves you in endless cycles of validation that has no end, no beginning, and all thats left in that is emptiness, lost spaces, lost cultures, lost minds, and a psychosis of the man with the button.
National Public Radio is reporting that the Department of Homeland Security has placed electronic monitoring bracelets on the ankles of 1,700 immigrants as part of an experimental programs that allows the government to track them 24 hours a day. The bracelets have been placed on a group of immigrants who have never been accused of a crime but whose immigration status is being challenged by the government. In one case, an immigrant from Belize has been ordered to stay in his house from 6 at night to 6 in the morning. If he tries to sneak out of his Minneapolis home, his ankle bracelet sounds an alarm at a national computer center in Indiana. The experimental program is expected to last six more months. After that the Department of Homeland Security will decide whether it will order all non-citizens applying to stay here to wear the electronic monitoring device.
star of david on the shirt, ankle bracelet on immigrants... seems to be the same nationalist and racist concept