The modest truth I speak to you
While man, this tiny world of fools, is droll
Enough to think himself a whole,
I am part of the part that once was everything,
Part of the darkness which gave birth to light,
That haughty light which envies mother night
Her ancient rank and place and would be king-
Yet it does not succeed; however it contend,
It sticks to bodies in the end.
It streams from bodies, it lends bodies beauty,
A body won't let it progress;
So it will not take long, I guess,
And with the bodies it will perish, too.
[Mephisto from Goethe's Faust, 1346-1358, First Part of the Tragedy]
While man, this tiny world of fools, is droll
Enough to think himself a whole,
I am part of the part that once was everything,
Part of the darkness which gave birth to light,
That haughty light which envies mother night
Her ancient rank and place and would be king-
Yet it does not succeed; however it contend,
It sticks to bodies in the end.
It streams from bodies, it lends bodies beauty,
A body won't let it progress;
So it will not take long, I guess,
And with the bodies it will perish, too.
[Mephisto from Goethe's Faust, 1346-1358, First Part of the Tragedy]
The sons of chaos have been busy at work, while the people still think myth and magic only occupy the film screen and not their real, day-to-day lives. How tragic! If only more individuals could realize their creative power, shake off the dust, and step into a new light, out of history's shadows, to finally attend to the tremendous troubles that are afflicting humanity at the present hour. Put your toys away! the angels are shouting. This is the age of revealing, another stage in humankind's destiny, making sudden illuminations possible, or I could be premature, and we could experience one last descent, this time more intense, before an even greater crash that paralyzes us even more. Whichever account is true, our struggles will not be without reward, lest our efforts are next to nothing.
"With man, who is always an inheritor and who has always a past," said Ortega Y Gasset in Historical Reason, "every historical birth is a renaissance." The delivery will not be achieved by alien intervention, but by human labor, by active participation conceived in each of our individual, and independent will. As Spengler would say, by "Faustian responsibility instead of Magian resignedness." To act from consensus in our infotainment world is to act from a foundation of lies, from a script not by us, but for us, so it is best to renounce any consensus and act out of our own fruition, because only that is our saving grace, and not the limitations of public opinion. Oswald Spengler, even before the appearance of television, and McLuhan and Chomsky's pronouncements about the media, made clear that public opinion is manufactured, tailored, and produced by the most dominating machine to ever come into being, The Press. In The Decline of the West, Spengler writes:
That 9/11 was a conspiracy is not a matter of belief, or an unfinished theory, it is true according to the facts on the ground, and the circumstantial evidence surrounding the event, both before and after. As Ortega Y Gasset articulated, "a theory is not something we believe or do not believe. It is instead a question of whether or not certain ideas fit together, and whether they match the facts." To label the 9/11 truth movement as crazy, composed of disoriented nutcases, and to dismiss us to the sideline of history is a great underestimation of our power and our sense that we have a historic role to play. I regard Alex Jones as one of the greatest reactors in history, an agent of change comparable to past revolutionaries. He has created a platform for truth-tellers, and has accomplished a great deal in a short life because of his instinctive vigilance, and sheer ballsy-ness.
While the 'left' is pondering their forces, and the 'right' is squandering their resources, there is a mass of people in between who no longer inhabit the false left-right paradigm, and are responding to this historical crisis with a deep sense of purpose. The situation in America, and the West at large, is almost equivalent to the totalitarian regimes of Eastern Europe before their ruin. I say almost because America has the largest police-military force in the world, and a gang of private guards to boot, gearing up as I write to squash any form of physical rebellion. But the resort to repressive measures by the corporate state will only make our historical climax sweeter.
I don't take part in the false worship of heroes because I try to remember what Jung said about great men; that they have a negative side to them which must be understood. Still, regardless of their drawbacks, I have a tremendous admiration for great men. Men of weight rise against the gravity of their times, while the inert slaves, empty-headed, and soon to be empty-handed, are drawn to their masters without any reflex. Those who assert that it is depressing to learn about the many crimes committed by the U.S shadow government have not really committed themselves to finding out the truth, if they did, they would suddenly realize how uplifting it is to know that you share some piece of the truth.
It is a joy to know that received opinion is deceived opinion, and that you are no longer under the influence of manipulators of current thought. It has the feeling of finding and holding onto a rock before a long waterfall, and you are grateful for whatever source that saved you, whether it was because of your instincts, your own personal research, a friend informed you, a man on a radio show, a clip on youtube, or whatever. Again, to quote Ortega Y Gasset, "while the discovery of an error seems at first glance an entirely negative event, on further consideration it is also, ipso facto, the discovery of a new truth. You would naturally think that the discovery that something was false would be like a light going out; nevertheless, it has just the opposite effect: a new and brighter illumination." A new light, cast out of darkness where everyman is abandoned, for us to enter, not guided or directed, but led by our own personal will; each of us a trailblazer. Some of us walk forth leaving behind the thickest line of light, like a Ron Paul or an Alex Jones, and all of us are gathering at the same blinding spot, without the help of societal guideposts.
Right now I'm listening to Lenin, not the man, but the song by Arcade Fire, whose music has brought more joy to humanity than any social revolutionary has, or will. I wonder if Lenin had ever went through a period of intense introspection, and what he might have discovered.
"With man, who is always an inheritor and who has always a past," said Ortega Y Gasset in Historical Reason, "every historical birth is a renaissance." The delivery will not be achieved by alien intervention, but by human labor, by active participation conceived in each of our individual, and independent will. As Spengler would say, by "Faustian responsibility instead of Magian resignedness." To act from consensus in our infotainment world is to act from a foundation of lies, from a script not by us, but for us, so it is best to renounce any consensus and act out of our own fruition, because only that is our saving grace, and not the limitations of public opinion. Oswald Spengler, even before the appearance of television, and McLuhan and Chomsky's pronouncements about the media, made clear that public opinion is manufactured, tailored, and produced by the most dominating machine to ever come into being, The Press. In The Decline of the West, Spengler writes:
The Press today is an army with carefully organized arms and branches, with journalists as officers, and readers as soldiers. But here, as in every army, the soldier obeys blindly, and war-aims and operation-plans change without his knowledge. The reader neither knows, nor is allowed to know, the purposes for which he is used, nor even the role that he is to play. A more appalling caricature of freedom of thought cannot be imagined. Formerly a man did not dare to think freely. Now he dares, but cannot; his will to think is only a willingness to think to order, and this is what he feels as his liberty.Thus, the deception surrounding 9/11. "Three weeks of press-work, and the 'truth' is acknowledged by everybody," said Spengler." In our day, it has become three days, no, three hours, for lies to be accepted by the majority. But some of us were unimpressed by the government's conclusions, and because of the free-flow of information on the web, a movement has spawned that is the antithesis to the operations of this thought-numbing industry known as The Press. It still remains to be seen whether our force, formed out of a realization of the facts, will outweigh the huge influx of propaganda about 9/11.
That 9/11 was a conspiracy is not a matter of belief, or an unfinished theory, it is true according to the facts on the ground, and the circumstantial evidence surrounding the event, both before and after. As Ortega Y Gasset articulated, "a theory is not something we believe or do not believe. It is instead a question of whether or not certain ideas fit together, and whether they match the facts." To label the 9/11 truth movement as crazy, composed of disoriented nutcases, and to dismiss us to the sideline of history is a great underestimation of our power and our sense that we have a historic role to play. I regard Alex Jones as one of the greatest reactors in history, an agent of change comparable to past revolutionaries. He has created a platform for truth-tellers, and has accomplished a great deal in a short life because of his instinctive vigilance, and sheer ballsy-ness.
While the 'left' is pondering their forces, and the 'right' is squandering their resources, there is a mass of people in between who no longer inhabit the false left-right paradigm, and are responding to this historical crisis with a deep sense of purpose. The situation in America, and the West at large, is almost equivalent to the totalitarian regimes of Eastern Europe before their ruin. I say almost because America has the largest police-military force in the world, and a gang of private guards to boot, gearing up as I write to squash any form of physical rebellion. But the resort to repressive measures by the corporate state will only make our historical climax sweeter.
I don't take part in the false worship of heroes because I try to remember what Jung said about great men; that they have a negative side to them which must be understood. Still, regardless of their drawbacks, I have a tremendous admiration for great men. Men of weight rise against the gravity of their times, while the inert slaves, empty-headed, and soon to be empty-handed, are drawn to their masters without any reflex. Those who assert that it is depressing to learn about the many crimes committed by the U.S shadow government have not really committed themselves to finding out the truth, if they did, they would suddenly realize how uplifting it is to know that you share some piece of the truth.
It is a joy to know that received opinion is deceived opinion, and that you are no longer under the influence of manipulators of current thought. It has the feeling of finding and holding onto a rock before a long waterfall, and you are grateful for whatever source that saved you, whether it was because of your instincts, your own personal research, a friend informed you, a man on a radio show, a clip on youtube, or whatever. Again, to quote Ortega Y Gasset, "while the discovery of an error seems at first glance an entirely negative event, on further consideration it is also, ipso facto, the discovery of a new truth. You would naturally think that the discovery that something was false would be like a light going out; nevertheless, it has just the opposite effect: a new and brighter illumination." A new light, cast out of darkness where everyman is abandoned, for us to enter, not guided or directed, but led by our own personal will; each of us a trailblazer. Some of us walk forth leaving behind the thickest line of light, like a Ron Paul or an Alex Jones, and all of us are gathering at the same blinding spot, without the help of societal guideposts.
Right now I'm listening to Lenin, not the man, but the song by Arcade Fire, whose music has brought more joy to humanity than any social revolutionary has, or will. I wonder if Lenin had ever went through a period of intense introspection, and what he might have discovered.
