Treading Matter

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It’s taken a load of concentration ….

or rather, no, quite the contrary.

I have gone inward and blown the fog thereto 

gathered, clumped, and lumped → the lot of all that has

clogged me ← and purged it thenceforth.

— then below I could tread

where-from I observe the whole 

(known Universe) 

and clearly see the mycelia networks …

— now I can connect the structures

of me, by me, about me, with me, from me, to me, not me, 

micro to macro 

the referent remains the same

being that → buried beneath the many constructions we are apt to find each other intertwined only with deep matter. All from everywhere all in somewhere all … all. 

Come tread Matter with me. 

Dear Family: Don’t bury me!!! -- Why I don’t want a graveyard

I’m only 29 and this subject has long been on my mind… how I lay to rest. For my age and experience it seems a bit cryptic. It is. Regardless, when I pass:

Dear Family and Friends, 

I don’t have many phobias, but being buried alive seems to be the only one I can identify. Waking up and being caged and then screaming and scratching and scratching and scratching… until you really die. Truly, it’s not really the being buried alive part but being buried in a box. It’s our contemporary burial process that just doesn’t feel right. Pumped full of chemicals, dressed in our Sunday best… it’s creepy. It’s damn creepy. Again, it just stems back to the “it just doesn’t seem right” thing for me, i.e. it’s not natural.

I’ve always just wanted to die with the boots on, as they say. It could be an accident and I go quick but if my life is to drag out and I am nearing death to the point where I am to die in a bed I say, “fuccckkkk that, I’m going on a never returning walkabout. If you want to remember me put a gravestone in the yard, peace.”

One day, when preparing a lesson for a class, I came across this video: Jae Rhim Lee: My mushroom burial suit

The gears in my head started to spin and, “Wow”, I thought, “this is actually possible”. I go on my walkabout lay to rest and quick decomposition takes place. I’m no poison to the earth but, rather, quick the refreshing intake. 

 Neil deGrasse Tyson put it best when he rebutted an odd inquiry (go to minute 1:12:01) asking what he would request at his time of execution: “ I would request that my body in death be buried not cremated, so that the energy content contained within it gets returned to the earth, so that flora and fauna can dine upon it, just as I have dined upon flora and fauna during my lifetime” ….

Now that feels natural. That feels right. That I can be at peace with considering how I will remain “ Requiescat in pace”. Thing is, I don’t want to be a dirty meal. I’d like to be gourmet. I enjoyed the loin of the deer my family hunts and the potatoes, tomatoes, etc. that we grow in our garden. I would like to be a delightful meal but with all these toxins currently in my system and then the embalming toxins that just isn’t possibly. Luckily, Jae Rhim Lee presents an ingenious solution for that. 

So don’t stand in the way of my walkabout in my mushroom burial suit. I’m going into the mountains and I’m not coming out. Don’t delay my cosmic journey with chemical embalming and lacker covered coffins. My energies and content are going to be dispersed properly in this life cycle — the thought pleases me so. 

Love, 

Draegohn Kihn

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Also, if you love mushrooms: Paul Stamets: 6 ways mushrooms can save the world 

Stop Watching Us -- articles/photos/vids

Stop Watching Us action on Oct. 26, 2013

It was exciting.  It did much to draw attention to the fact that the NSA and affiliated programs are a form of censorship.  When we know someone is watching and thereby are afraid to speak our political minds, this is censorship.  It imposes on our Freedom of Speech, the 4th Amendment, and our right to not fear our government.  The question remains, what direct actions and alternatives will this protest spark?  I'm getting excited again for our future.  

For those of you that missed it...

Link to a petition you can sign to demand from Congress the revealing of the full extent of NSA programs.

Articles:

1. Thousands gather in Washington for anti-NSA 'Stop Watching Us' rally
2. NSA 'Stop Watching Us' Protest Draws Thousands In Washington
3. Edward Snowden’s Statement Read at ‘Stop Watching Us’ Rally in DC
4. ‘Stop Watching Us’ rally in DC pulls off the impossible

Vids:

1. Part of the march here (jump to minute 9:00 to feel power of the march. Jump to minute 12:30 for Inspector Gadget remix!). 
2. The Rally and it's speakers/performers: here
3. Stop Watching Us: Video Of Protestors Marching In Washington Against NSA Spying

Other:

Pics:

1. Stop Watching Us: Thousands Come Out In Washington To Protest Against NSA And Mass Surveillance (Photos)

SuckIt NSA: My encryption coming-out party

Dear NSA and affiliates,
I am no longer hiding from you.  I am demanding you dismantle your unjustified surveillance.  I am telling you to go away.  I will no longer encrypt my activities because I fear using my right to free speech.  I am no longer afraid of Big Brother, because Big Brother must and will go.  Here I am... fuck you.
Best regards,
me.
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I have long functioned with the assistance of VPN services and also TOR in order to protect my privacy and not help institutions in our Surveillance State conglomerate my identity and participation in activist events, movement culture, radical politics all into one cute package.  Basically, I encrypted my movements because I did not, with the knowledge that the NSA and affiliates DO spy, want that to stop me from practicing free speech.  The knowledge that one is watching you does effect to what degree you are going to be honest with the current going-ons in our corrupt governments, corporations, police forces, military, etc etc. etc.
This week I have decided to have my encryption coming-out party.  No longer am I going to fly underneath the radar and guise my Twitter handles, blogs, emails and other accounts.  Not that I am even completely sure my VPN and Tor protected that in the first place.  Basically, I'm saying, "Fuck you NSA, here I am, you want my identity then have it!".
Now let me explain something else in addition to that.  I have promised myself that I will continue to unabashedly participate just as much as I previously had done with encryption protection.  I understand the necessity for others to continue encrypting their activity ...this is just a personal decision for me.  The greatest power of coercive governments and institutions is 'Fear', and that fear for me has been hiding and not connecting all the beliefs I have placed in cyber reality with the singular individual I am in physical reality.  I just want to figuratively stand up on the internet and say to the Surveillance State, "It's only a matter of time before the world dismantles your corporately interested spy engines."

a short preview of something

 an slice of pie from an ongoing project (fiction). Please leave suggestions, etc. in comments.  I would love some constructive criticism.    ------->>>>>>>>>

Day ?: I met an interesting character today.  One who seemed to have short-wired… experienced permanent damage to the neurological design.   Often though I find glimpses of genius in such characters.  This individual constantly repeated phrases related to mycelia networks.  Naturally I was intrigued being that I contain a huge amount of interest in mycelia structures.  Easy to observe in the Fungi Kingdom, human-made technological structures, the brain, summarized perspectives of the Universe, etc. but more difficult to observe in mobile and sentient organisms here on Earth. 

I believe this man is able to perceive the mycelia networks not transparent in the 3-D reality similar to how we frequently only observe the fruit of the Fungi mycelium network and do not take the time to consider the much larger complex structure that lies below the soils surface.  This is just my hope and I feel it is supported by what most consider rants of a homeless madman.  But if one would take the time to sit with a homeless "madman" and learn their coding and vernacular as best as one could they may begin to appreciate the insights from a mad mind… they run ever so deep, ever deep.  Yes, I think I shall return.   

It also made me regret not bringing my personalized mushroom burial suit, what if I am not to return from this journey?  I would appreciate to be buried with my spores, I should be sure and motivated to return home for the suit.

Day ?: He has passed to me in-outward-in foci … it makes sense.  It is as if the exercise was previous muscle in my mind and he merely awakened and massaged that muscle.  The memory was there but I was not aware of it's presence.  I only needed the catalyst to respark the processes.  The mycelium pattern replicated throughout the Universe, from micro to macro (the Universe measured as 'one unit'), is one hell of a ride.  To trace the pattern in all known areas and to perceive that in my mind's eye is an exercise that seems to help me perceive all the ecosystems in which I participate as they exist not only in the 3D but as they exist in all dimensions.  It's as if I'm, literally, beginning to see things that could have only always been there but to which I have remained blind. 

Day ?: I fear that these exercises come with a price. It's not only that I now can clearly understand the short-wired character's rants as cognitive connected ideas; I think I may also be hallucinating to the point where I see physical manifestations of ideas I once considered only were delusional thoughts coming from the associate.

The exercises he considers the ability to access something he calls, 'Kaza'. I do not where he learned this term or if it has is just a sign he constructed from his own mind. I cannot argue with the referent of said sign… it is as if through the practices I truly tap into a power (for lack of a better word) that runs deep and is part of everything around us. Let me refer to it as Kaza so as to be able represent this referent. This 'Kaza' feels not invented, nor discovered… how does one discover something that exists outside the framework of time and space? It just is. All I can perceive at this point is that whatever the source of this Kaza is truly does run deep. It's as if you are standing on mountain and attempt to sense the foundation of that very same mountain and you can only sense that it runs profound and the deeper you go the stronger it becomes, the surface and greatest culmination being the frailest appendage of it's existence.

He has also countless times mentioned the 'Belsars'. Belsars are what we are to fear and what creates our fear. Belsars want our Kaza and Belsars are what parasitic humans are doomed to become … he names them 'intergalactic feeders'. To him they are alien invaders. I used to chuckle under my breath or mention to him that I haven't noticed any alien invasion. At those times he would simply treat me as the others that pitifully look upon him with disdain for his madness -- he would ignore me. I found myself apologizing for my insensitivity but also lately feel I may have to apologize for doubting him… that is if I myself am not going mad. Have I gone to far in these practices of I-O-I Foci? Have I cut myself too much from my 1st reality that when I attempt to return I merely am partially here? I cannot tell if the alien and foreign objects which I see in my physical realm are objects that are actually present or projections from my brain clouding my 1st reality vision. Arguably this could just be considered life -- distorting reality to fit your needs and desires. But it seems beyond that. I say this because the physical properties of those things I'm seeing do not change from day to day. The only variance is their location.

Maybe I should rest. I may be going mad… I have previously, in this life, questioned my sanity as I do now. What concerns me is that never before have I had such vivid visual hallucinatory perceptions when doubting my sanity.

Yes, maybe I should rest… find some tea. 

cancerisch fuckdat!

This is my cancer...
and it slowly gnaws and creeps my inner Mycelium
perverting the network
corroding necessary functionaries
and piece by piece I disintegrate
so long as I let this cancer creep
and acknowledge it's existence.

You are my cancer
or so I thought to tell myself
until I realized the vehicle is driven
by none other than myself
and you hold no power to make me hate...
What was done by you may perpetuate
and at times it felt too late
until I once again and again epiphany 
that I have sole manipulation
of my Mycelium's fate.   

So I must sever the variables
that corrupt my inner workings
for it is wise to not spread this to others
but rather evoke create rather than hate
and that begins in my inner workings,
my beautiful Mycelium's fate.

Free ------ dum.

I've been so lucky in life to be the by-product of cross-culturing -- an interesting mix between sometimes paradoxical dichotomy.  I must admit it's been quite the fight and the tension experienced due to such a formula has, up to this point, left me void of processing identity and therein I find difficulty in those steps that follow with a fully (as near as one can get) processed identity.  That's not to say identity is static by any means, quite the contrary.
I suppose the point I'm attempting to reach is that I've been in slow in figuring out in life what is important to me and with which things I tend to identify.  And that brings me to one I find important after many experiences this remains ---->
Freedom is a symbol (as any word) with too many referents.  Unfortunately for humans our inefficient communication (symbols and referents) leads to an exceptional amount of cross-and-intra-cultural miscommunication.  Now dammit we need to neurological evolve and physically mutate to be able to communicate in sonar like dolphins and whales!  Anyway, that's a rant for another time, one I am taking time to research and hoping one day to deeply delve into the subject....
back to the point at hand -- freedom. 
I suppose a word to cross-reference my idea would be autonomy. 
Having lived in locales with no rule of law, others with little and mostly ignored, surveillance state, rigid European norms, rules, etc. for everything ... und so weiter.  I've found in all I've conducted myself the same and not according to the cliche that humans will act selfishly and somehow evil if there is no law or norm/standard for every act for every living moment of our day.  I behave as myself without the micromanaging by a police, camera, by-law, familial member, boss, etc..... and I think I'm far from alone with this. 
It's getting to the point where authorities in this world are feeling power shift; the imminent threat of losing what they deem "theirs".  Just like a stubborn and shitty parent who, rather than grant autonomy (and all the principles attached to this) to a "rebelling" teenager, strangles and attempts to smoother (i.e. control) their child... we all know how this story ends.  We also know the inevitable always happens and that teenager breaks free and processes an identity that they can consider their own.  Sometimes such a battle is indeed intense and dangerous.  Collateral in a battle of wills can extend horizontally and vertically bringing down much in it's wake. 
I know that is a shitty and undeveloped metaphor filled with holes but I think one can understand to which it is I refer...........
Powers-that-be are not a boogie-man metaphor.  They literally are institutions with groups and individuals intent on power and control.  Men and women with deep issues filled with skewed perceptions of reality and what it means to be human.  A few have the clarity to see the world for what it has become and the extremely negative consequences due to their actions and policies but are drunk on power and greed to stop -- filed with insatiable desire for adoration and gratification. 
My point... the harder you squeeze the longer you may hold and control but the larger the reaction.  As the pendulum now swings in it's critical mass, take heed, and be prepared for the pendulum to swing in it's opposite direction.
All I seek is autonomy for myself.  Autonomy for those with which I network.  A world where much is based on mutuality.  A Freedum of unnecessary bureaucracy and complexities... A simplicity...
Fuck me; I know such a thing is a paradise lost and not to be seen with my living eyes BUT knock me out and bury me alive if I ever stop attempting to form that world with those forces that I have in my orbital dance. 

empty

It's always easier to speak in code, cliche, etc. and organize syntax into a rhythmic beat so that a reader is better off getting lost in the melody of the writing rather than finding the true meaning of what the author is attempting to transmit.  That is when the writer is a cowardly poet such as myself.  At times I have the clarity of mind to communicate a direct and clear message...something with meaning.  More often than not it suites me better to speak in code so that none can directly confront what it is I communicate -- oftentimes I haven't the slightest of what it is I want to fucking say but feel the need to puke out some words so they are not crammed and repressed in my entity.  Other times I feel empty.  Many times I feel empty.  And I stop writing...like so.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

2 neu

1. For Sara -
It's a grind to channel the foundational which is void of the insatiable...
it's content avoids nonsense and quickly defined is,
"the engine for our motive; our metaphorical locomotive",
and down to the core where the naked is norm
we find no use for justification
and happily accept anything adept
to feel a life connection...
the dance with an unknown the grinding of bones
a realization, "we're never alone"
and that comes with a must:
never stop seeking my Kindred Stardust
--- alone a reason for living. 

2. When you change your position in relation to a "center" with which you metaphorically experience gravitational pull (e.g. relationships, occupations, etc.) there, if one gives heed, you find what/who you are -- that which you are made of; your history, genetics, biological traces (stardust), your evils/demons, your angels, traits, habits, etc. And as you find those new forces with which you will entangle a beautifully patterned orbit/gravitational pull you can be sure to control (if possible) those variables that are your own. 

Debt Tools

As the status-quot fails to recognize the major advantages and cures that would be enacted by a Global Debt Jubilee it would be wise that every human who is motivated to get off their figurative asshole to create as individual and group direct actions associated with the knowledge from these resources as well as others (I hope you can appreciate a RO sentence).

1. A must read: The Debt Resistors Operations Manual
2. A great example of how a group can create direct action involving fighting debt:
Citizen Debt Audit
3. Strikedebt.org
4. A 30 minute podcast: Thomas Gokey talks 'Strike Debt' and the Global Debt Resistance Movement
5. Jubilee Debt Campaign: UK 
6. A great list of articles from Strike Debt UK
7. Working on getting access to a couple articles in The New Labor Forum (I want the literature to be free to the public, not pay $32 to read an article). 
  


This is a start.  Please list your personal and group resources in the comments below.