by Nowick Gray
“Learn resistance from the example of Indian and African peoples: we have been and are exterminated. But we never stopped singing, dancing, lighting a fire and rejoicing.…
“When we cross the threshold, we have a new worldview because we faced our fears and difficulties. This is all you can do now:
– Serenity in the storm
– Keep calm, pray everyday
– Make a habit of meeting the sacred everyday.
Show resistance through art, joy, trust and love.”
—Hopi Chief White Eagle
We are the human, who remember our Nature. We embody her, honor her, worship her, hold respect.
We are the unvaxxed, the unrepentant, unapologetic.
We are the First Nations; the Scots, the Palestinians, the unlocked. We are tribes of the Amazon, Sonora, Kalahari; We are the unforgotten: Basque, Hunza, Inuit, Druid, Ainu, Huichol, Menehune. We are Luddites, libertarians, patriots, free.
We reject your schools, your doctrines, your mandatory rules. We hereby unfollow you.
You can ban us but we won’t go away. We recognize your parents, your children. We love your babies too. But we don’t remember you. Where did you come from, and why are you obsessed with taking us all away from our home?
We want to live in peace. We let you do your own thing—isn’t that good enough? Now go away. Leave this sacred place. You are fouling the temple.
Are we too harsh, unforgiving? Forgiveness is after the fact—not before. So take your act elsewhere, if that’s what you desire—to the emptiness of space. Just leave our planet be, please.
Is that more polite? No matter—you do what you will. We persist, resist. We belong here, entrusted with this place, holding its beauty in our heart.
Respect Your Elders
Forestry management is a field trial for human management. The “tree farm” is the precursor to the digitized human. It’s a 1957 policy still going strong today: Take the Old Growth while we can. Condemn the seniors to nursing homes—save big on health insurance payouts!
No worries, we can build back better! You humans, forest defenders, antivaxxers, you’re a threat to our transhuman future. You’re either with us or you’re a terrorist.
Your consent is not required at all, it turns out. Only your compliance. And our power to enforce, protect. It’s for your safety. You do value your safety, is it not? We decline further comment. There will be no further questions; is that clear? I didn’t hear you.
It’s settled, then. In the next phase…
The trees grow and bulge, pregnant with possibility. They hold utter silence. They abide the roar of a distant jet, tarnishing the soundscape of literal tweets. Yes, what a concept. Living birdflesh, now on a wash of tires on the road. The green light redeems. The palette satisfies. The insect undertones enlighten. Oxygen pervades the ineffable air. We need to know this. The wisdom of the native elders, seven generations before conquest. Before Vikings, Romans, Mongols, Huns. Not to go back there, but to find out and remember what we can give to the seven generations to come.
“The third issue of 6G Waves magazine was published in Spring 2021. In it, we read that “the role of 5G/6G is to cognitively connect every feasible device, process, and human to a global information grid.” Its articles paint a picture of a nightmare world into which scientists and engineers are leading us:
“The Hexa-X project promises ‘seamless unification of the physical, digital and human worlds… Whereas 5G is significantly enhancing our ability to consume digital media anywhere, anytime, 6G should enable us to embed ourselves in entire virtual or digital worlds.’ This article talks about ‘massive twinning,’ ‘telepresence,’ ‘cobots,’ ‘the internet-of-senses,’ and ‘ubiquitous autonomous systems closely interleaved in every aspect of our lives.’
“’Massive twinning’ is ‘the creation of a digital twin from humans, physical objects, and processes.’ ‘Telepresence’ will allow people to ‘interact with, or experience the physical world remotely with lifelike fidelity.’ ‘Cobots’ will be ‘collaborative robots’ in homes and public spaces.
—Arthur Firstenberg, “6G – Closer than you think”
* * *“The truth doesn’t mind being questioned. It’s lies that don’t like being challenged.”
—”30 Questions that expose Covid for what it is… fraud, genocide, and murder“
* * *
“And so begins the epic conflict; a tale as old as civilization itself. There are two types of people in this world: Those that want to control others, and those that want to be left alone…. At this point it is going to be us, or them. They will not stop their pursuit of dominion and we will not comply, so we are at an impasse. Our two tribes cannot coexist within the same society, maybe not even the same planet.
“The truth is that if voluntarism was a valued ideal then this whole fight could be avoided. If the collectivist cult was willing to accept the notion that they can choose to live in a highly micromanaged environment while others can choose to live independently, then there would be no crisis. We could easily go our separate ways. But this is not how totalitarians think: To them, all people are chattel, we are property to be staked down and reeducated until we see the light. And if we don’t see the light, we are to be done away with and erased.
“This is why they are utterly to blame for the war that is coming. They cannot stop themselves from grasping for our throats and our minds. They are addicted to supremacy. They are living in a fever dream and the only drug that cools their veins is total oppression of everyone around them.”
—Brandon Smith, “Why Do Some People Support Tyranny While Others Defy It?”
Structure and Freedom
Neither satisfies without the other. Rigid 4/4, or free jazz. Dictatorship, or anarchy. Routine, or fly by night. Together is where we live: making up rules as we go along. They are never enough, so we honor the moment, the individual in tribe, the possibility to add something beautiful to the mix. To dance with it, to breathe.
Respect and Trust
Playing or working with others, ideally we get to choose, among whom we can grow in respect and develop trust. Or such groups choose themselves, organically. Musical group or community, even a family we’re born to, requires that mutuality, ongoing. The roots of love and common trunk hold widening branches in one living tree.
Listening and Expressing
In music and in life, we’re lost without listening. Expressing as we may, but to whom, and with what purpose? Does it resonate? What is coming back? What are others expressing? Listen to them… do they invite a response? Then there’s conversation, an opening. To what end? We find out.
Cherishing the Muse
The muse knows. The muse hears the news, birdsong or earthquake, makes its own birchbark canoe, stringed lute, campfire drum. Then what we know can be spoken, as if for the first time. It’s a song to sing on an endless road. It’s a tune that goes way back, to a time before song. It’s a dream that keeps repeating itself, a little different each time. It’s a prayer of gratitude, a walk down a country lane. It’s a giant cedar, a rumble of thunder, a pattern of splashes from duckwings on the bay.
Thinking on Our Feet
Walking in nature, down a long trail or a country road, thoughts take the pace of the whole organism, who you are, in the sovereign moment. Thought by thought follows step by step… or you can pick up the pace, even try to outrun them. Thoughts will follow, but for a while you’re in the lead, running free.
Back to the pedestrian tempo, thoughts return; perhaps renewed, refreshed; some unbidden, inspiring. Did I say unBiden? Intuition trumps intention.
Let your fingers do the walking on the keyboard, and some thoughts make marks you didn’t know were there. Or are you only covering the tracks of ones no longer there?
For a moment, feet rest beneath the chair. Awaiting the dancing shoes, the walking shoes, and what new thoughts they bring, from the ground up. We await the charge of sunlight in our eyes, on our skin, in our moving bones. We await the sound of all we experience, to call a melody, a song for now and tomorrow, of our making, expressing nature. Why? Because we are human. No more, no less. Is it not enough? Is it not sacred? Is it not worth our allegiance, standing with our family, our ancestors, our children?
(feature) dance: Nowick Gray
forest: Nowick Gray
CJ Hopkins: C. J. Hopkins
heartwood: Asnake Gbermeskele
tipi: Nowick Gray
spreaders: Janci Lindsay
elder: Nowick Gray
tree: Nowick Gray
respect: Autumn Skye
Now available in one volume, Nowick Gray’s collected essays from The New Agora, 2019-21.
Metapolitical: Practicing Our Human Future, by Nowick Gray
Facing an accelerating war on humanity, we break free of the narrative box of the old paradigm, and reject hierarchical power, for the sake of our sovereign human future.
Nowick Gray’s fiction and creative nonfiction crosses genre boundaries and bends categories, with unconventional characters on the margins of society, exploring the heart of nature and authentic human being (see NowickGray.com). Nowick is a regular contributor to The New Agora and also offers perspectives and resources for alternative culture and African drumming. He helps other writers as a freelance copyeditor at HyperEdits.com.
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