The Music has Already Started
Solar Wave is what Simon Haiduk the creator of this month’s cover names his creation.
And what a painting! A powerful and appropriate work of Art to grace The New Agora this month. No doubting that this Fire Monkey Year has been just that: filled with potent awakenings and energizing transformations, fiery, flamboyant and foolhardy fun, of that I am certain. We felt it an auspicious moment to grab opportunity by the forelock and see where this mad flaming monkey of a time will take us next. And so we are renewing ourselves within Fall’s bounteous and beautiful bosom, allowing for that which must fall away to do just that, while embracing our own metamorphosis and source of nourishment. Our new logo/masthead and soon to be renewed website are delightful aspects of this change.
Birth of a New World is what I feel when enjoying Simon’s painting. Of course many of us are working towards that these days, and it not being a moment too soon either. That we are honored to be here right now with you sharing and participating in this experience is good to remember. But let’s not fool ourselves, let’s see it and call it as we do. From there, that perfect place of honesty, healing and change become manifest. The realization that such must occur for growth to unfold its wisdom in our souls is there for everyone to grasp. Still loads of work, mind you, the cleaning, the honing, the laughing amongst the tears. Trying, demanding, heavens how demanding! Yet, interesting times. I suppose this is what evolution looks and feels like on the seas of human folly.
The Social Contract: A vague notion to which no one has explicitly agreed but that supposedly authorizes a certain class of people to steal, imprison, and kill in order to benefit the greater good, however they define it. Not sure who wrote that but it does inspire.
In my opinion there’s way too much square insistence on a broken and unnatural dream’s continuance, far too much of that sort flowing through the mainstream, clogging up the flow with detritus of a questionable variety. Let ‘er go folks. That’s a corpse you’re holding onto. Ya gotta let go to let grow. There’s more to this mystery than bills and taxes. We can do and be more than consumers caught in our own consumption. Let’s dream up something new, something grand. Let’s dream of freedom and awaken to make it so! Nothing is beyond us. Well, maybe some things but not that. Look, truly look and see how far we can fall. No hiding it. That sight is everywhere. Surely to fly as high in the other direction is within the realm of our possibilities? Stands to reason. Or at least pushes it around enough to make some room for what can’t fit within reason’s boxed and jarred perception generating system.
“The first person who, having enclosed a plot of land, took it into his head to say this is mine and found people simple enough to believe him was the true founder of civil society. What crimes, wars, murders, what miseries and horrors would the human race have been spared, had some one pulled up the stakes or filled in the ditch and cried out to his fellow men: “Do not listen to this imposter. You are lost if you forget that the fruits of the earth belong to all and the earth to no one!”
― Jean-Jacques Rousseau, The Social Contract and The Discourses
How does it go again: “History is a lie, Money is a hoax, Debt is a fiction, Media is manipulation, Government is a corporation, the SYSTEM is an illusion.” Covers a lot of the bases. And “if you want to achieve greatness stop asking for permission,” gives good direction. Here’s a devastatingly honest one from Voltaire that puts ‘em all in their place.
“ So long as the people do not care to exercise their freedom, those who wish to tyrannize will do so; for tyrants are active and ardent, and will devote themselves in the name of any number of gods, religious and otherwise, to put shackles upon sleeping men.” – Voltaire
Ah, so what does one do when surrounded by such folly as that wrought by man? Martin Luther King stated that nothing in the world was more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity. We’ve seen it to be true folks, yes indeed. Yikes, don’t feed crazy. But we’re still here. Still doing our best for one another. Our community is an odd one, I admit. Often times it feels that we’re all so incredibly spread out just to cover more space, making up for in heart what we don’t have in numbers, maybe. This last month though I’ve had some great experiences with new people, some terrible one’s too, some at the shows and festivals we’ve attended and some just down the street. The skies have been mad with that crazy pollution known as chemtrails, but my home’s been filled with Orgonite and love. The New Agora continues to attract worthwhile folks and businesses, casting off others better suited elsewhere. And we keep on keeping on, encouraging one another through a tough slog, with humour and patience.
Elect To Govern Yourself. We put those words proudly on each one of our covers and wherever we put our name. We do so for a reason. The intent behind it is to effectuate a simple one step maneuver of consciousness, a shift of awareness if you will, in the reader, the beholder, the beloved. In one simple read, followed by the realizational seeing of an achingly obvious truth, one is invited to quickly embody wisdom itself. What could be more natural and quite frankly more joyful than seizing one’s own destiny? The answer to our problems is to take responsibility for ourselves. Elect to govern yourself, already. One can’t give away one’s responsibilities. Not possible. But be of good cheer: that’s where the fun is. Alternative’s no such thing. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: if you’re not evolving what are you doing?
“To be GOVERNED is to be watched, inspected, spied upon, directed, law-driven, numbered, regulated, enrolled, indoctrinated, preached at, controlled, checked, estimated, valued, censured, commanded, by creatures who have neither the right nor the wisdom nor the virtue to do so. To be GOVERNED is to be at every operation, at every transaction noted, registered, counted, taxed, stamped, measured, numbered, assessed, licensed, authorized, admonished, prevented, forbidden, reformed, corrected, punished. It is, under pretext of public utility, and in the name of the general interest, to be place under contribution, drilled, fleeced, exploited, monopolized, extorted from, squeezed, hoaxed, robbed; then, at the slightest resistance, the first word of complaint, to be repressed, fined, vilified, harassed, hunted down, abused, clubbed, disarmed, bound, choked, imprisoned, judged, condemned, shot, deported, sacrificed, sold, betrayed; and to crown all, mocked, ridiculed, derided, outraged, dishonored. That is government; that is its justice; that is its morality.”
– General Idea of the Revolution in the Nineteenth Century, translated by John Beverly Robinson (London: Freedom Press, 1923), pp. 293-294.”
No thank you. I’m with Freedom. I elect to govern my self and encourage others to do the same for themselves.
“They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.” –Kahlil Gibran.
And so we bloom despite the storms, the torrents, and the furor. Heck we do it in part because of them, the challenges I mean. We bloom and we shine and we dance and love. We sing out our joy because we are alive. We take up our tasks because to do so delights us, in a sense makes us, and returns to the All of Everything that which we are grateful to give of ourselves.
There are great times ahead folks, great times all around. And to heck with time anyway, just another artificiality. Time is fluid, just so you know: expands, contracts; it’s in the hands of our attention. Amazing stuff once you start exploring awareness as a medium. We are so much more than what our captors have led us to believe that it frightens them still. Look at the lengths they’ve gone to martial law us into their corner. Luckily the windows are wide open and wonderfully inviting. And what a sweet wind I feel.
Were we but to stand in our own mirificence, the worst would seem the passing of a dream; become a cautionary tale. Were we to claim our strength, grow into the fullness of our imagination, we would grow wings and fly free. We would become freedom itself.
So let’s get on with making this awesome adventure we’re sharing an experience to be proud of, one worthy of sharing amongst the heroes we asked to come here to be. I know the company I’m in is up to the task. The music has already started.