"I Believe in the Revolution for the Freedom of the Mind"
As a child coming of age in the Washington DC area, I wanted a revolution, and participated in various pathetic and deluded attempts at "revolutionary" activity, thankfully always stopping short of actual violence, and when I reached the point where I might have been recruited to some of the more reckless and desperate "small-group actions" of the far left in the early 80s, instead I found hard drugs, or they found me, The drugs did what they were there to do, leaving me depoliticized and truly nihilistic (without even the political connotations of nihilism to justify it).
I "escaped" in 1985, vowing to never again live in the eerie swamp-vortex that helped to create me, and only returned for brief visits that decreased in frequency as the years went by.
I learned in my travels that what C. P. Kavafy implied in his poem "The City," that your city follows you, travels inside you, and in that sense truly cannot be escaped, was true( at least in my case).
Now I'm back in DC, the specific reasons why are related to practical matters, and as with all things, to money. There is still money here, lots of it, and people are still spending. I've fallen back on one my recurring occupations through the years, simply hauling objects from one place to another. The competition is heavy, yet the demand still seems to outstrip the supply at times. This is not what I came here to do however; it's just what needs to be done.
The greed, the corruption, the political and economic turmoil touches everything here, to the point where the drivers on the infamous Capitol Beltway, I-495, surpass New York and New Jersey drivers in suicidal and vicious haste.
After less than a month back in this environment I find myself sinking, the air around me draining the life from me and seemingly reaching in to strangle me, and while this period of underemployment has left me with time to pay attention to what's going on around me, to think, and to write, this certainly hasn't improved matters.
As I look at the results of my own failure to act, along with the majority of my generation, wondering what can be done, I realize that I still want a revolution. I will make it clear here that I do not advocate direct action of a violent nature against any structure or social institution, governmental or otherwise. This is not merely because I wish to keep my head attached to my shoulders for a bit longer, although that is certainly a major consideration; it is also because it just won't work!
This does not mean that there will be no revolution. I believe revolution to be not only possibility, but at this point in history, a necessity. We have reached the "end times," not through the fulfillment of prophecy or any other deterministic mechanism, but through human stupidity alone.How does one face an enemy in possession of nuclear weapons and trillions of dollars to spend? We can look to the Global Elite's primary weapon and control system, "Mindwar" or PSYOPS, for the answer. All of their other control systems depend on this one; which can be seized, and turned back on them.
Quite without warning, through a series of coincidences, a message came through over the internet, from a pair of artists who are still willing to speak the unspeakable, ugly, truth. Independent filmmakers Anais and William "Billy" Yeager are making a stand, with their film "Jesus of Malibu." Both in and out of character, Billy speaks as Jesus the Anarchist, overturning the tables of the money changers in the temple, and speaking with the certainty of a true and fearless heretic against the "Belief Systems" (BS)* of all comers. Anais speaks spiritual truths at the most basic level, quoting lines from "The Little Prince," 70s rock lyrics, and the truth of her own heart. The couple packs a powerful one-two punch, hitting at a cerebral and visceral level.
The mainstream media may dismiss them instantly as Quixotic anachronisms, speaking a long forgotten and discredited countercultural polemic against the dominant culture. The politicians and pundits championing America's final descent into a new high-tech dark age will condemn them as dangerous political and religious blasphemers. Anais and Billy don't give a crap, speaking from an allegiance to the fundamental and indestructible nature of truth, and freedom, even at a time when, in Billy's words: "Nobody is free, and that's the truth, and the truth is that people don't want to know the truth."
These two truly dedicated and fearless artists have a
message so basic, so simple, and so powerful that it eludes nearly all
intellectuals and scholars operating with a purely political and economic model
of reality. I for one will be watching
their work closely. I strongly suggest that all dedicated to the cause of
freedom of the mind do so too. Check it out:
* Belief System = BS --Robert Anton Wilson