It’s not lost. We can still make it. It never died. The wave never broke, it just pulled back for a second round.
Here, listen to this:
It’s like a big trip you see; there are these moments when everything seems to be sober and lucid again and you swear you never ate any mushrooms to begin with and it’s all just an ordinary Saturday night; but then you catch sight of the fraying on the edge of the rug and your eyes get pulled over towards the patterns on the corner and before you know it you’re flying weightless and unencumbered through alien vistas of fractalline beauty which seem to go on forever and ever and ever without end.
And this moment is like that. Leary and Alpert’s mad divergent dream hasn’t run out now that both of them are pushing up psychoactive daisies: Maharajji ain’t finished with this world yet. McKenna is right where he said he’d be, in the black space behind your eyes, waiting for you to turn up and meet him. We just got distracted that’s all. A bunch of hyper-squares came out of the cosmic woodwork to test our resolve; even more boring and stupid and lifeless than the last bunch, earthbound emissaries of the banality of evil Arendt spoke of in her reflections on Third Reich. They got us doing a double-take, because after all what kind of human being would reject peace of body and mind and the freedom to explore the universe in favour of a forty hour work-week and a manicured lawn?
It’s never too late for 1968. Or 1977. Because it’s always Now. And we’re always Here.
These morons in their mansions have got us chasing a future that will never arrive, looking back to a past we can never return to, got us all sprinting on hedonic treadmills while the pleasure is fed out through pipes into their living rooms. But what we wanted, what we always wanted is right here, same place it’s always been. All we have to do is wake up and be here, now, fully.
I don’t know about you, but a privatised future where we all toil and trade our spirits for a bunch of corporate kings and lords to make a mockery of our species isn’t one I want to live in. I don’t want to consume endlessly, to be fed a constant stream of titillating “content” to ease my dis-content with the murder factories that shudder and creak on through the night. I don’t want to forget the feeling of moss, or the sound of a stream, or the warmth of the sun on my skin so I can pay for a simulation of its beams.
I want life. And that ain’t it.
I want a fully sustainable, fully conscious egalitarian anarchist utopia. A wild Buddhic libertarian partnership culture, with indigenous values and a deep felt sense of the interdependence of all things. Fully enlightened luxury earth communism.
And I don’t think it’s a pipe-dream or a fantasy; I think it’s a project for anyone who feels like this current grey purgatory isn’t enough, for anyone that dreads going to work on a Monday, for anyone that can’t stand to look at the news anymore because it hurts too much; for you. I know you dream of a kinder world. Well, it’s not just a dream; it’s in you, waiting to come out. You’re it.
It’s not lost. We can still make it. It’s like a big trip, y’see? And what do you do when you get into a bad way in the midst of one of those? Sit still with your back straight and your chest open, palms up, body relaxed. Put your right hand on your heart and your left on your stomach and breathe, deep and gentle; and smile. In through the nose and into the heart; out through the mouth and down into the stomach.
Stay here for a while, get to know this feeling.
And then,
take it with you into the world.
I’ll see you there.
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