we are playing in echoes and there may be no way out

The title sounds frightening, but I feel it may be true. In whatever organ contains my philosophical heart, I am concerned. No one shares my concern.

We are playing in echoes, proverbally psychic feedback loops. 

Since Greco-Roman times, an obsession with cycles has blossomed into a bouquet of flowers that give vent to peal upon peal of circular experience and has caused humanity to desire a life lived as a cycle. From the ritual to the process, the control of the narrative echo is being derailed as it frays; It is as if the repetition of old philosophies and psychological functions has worn thin like an old silk cloth. 

This is causing irreversible psychic trauma on the entire world, and no one can figure out how to end it. Everyone seems to be very smitten with the hypnotic social engineering they've been enduring for so long. The needless abuse of the people when better systems either exist or can be made to exist with adequate focus. That isn't the point though, that previously mentioned topic deserves it's own time. This need to control a narrative to favor a group is permanently damaging our universe as we perceive it.

I am praying for Bashar al-Assad this night, and I am praying for the people most affected by the onslaught of vice that we are experiencing. My mind is deeply engraved with the events that are almost carbon copies of what is happening in Syria at this moment. All of the Western excursions of the Middle East, Africa and the Americas that seem ever so slightly familiar in hindsight are all linked to the same game that has been played since Greco-Roman philosophers put the idea into language to be passed down through time.

The philosophies of the Greeks and Romans are a very lucky system of process, and rely on a series of process that insist on degradation. Greco-Roman philosophy always insists on it's own destruction and inferiority, on it's inevitability of becoming an expired sense of thought. Yet, we treat these philosophies as timeless, relying on them for our ideas of our own mind while treating them as ideas once expired. This paradox of perception causes the cultural echo, a reverberation and therefore degradation of the same or similar.

To this day, without us knowing, the illusion is just sloppy enough for a few folks to understand the game being played. That, ultimately, we are reliving the echo with decreasing power every generation. Everything becomes more extreme, more distorted, only to fade suddenly leaving only the sensation it's pulse left when it rushed you. By the time it fades, the next pulse is initiated and the echo sequence begins again. With each repetition of the same sound, the ripple increases in size but decreases in quality. This describes, in my mind, the cyclical nurturing our societies have endured since the beginning of Catholic Imperialism. If our culture expresses ourselves as, first, an echo of increasing quality that peaks at some point, only to begin experiencing repetition-levied degradation into the cosmos.

These folks do not want to let go of the habit. That goes for consumers and elites. At this point we all echo the things we hold closest, even if they are the worst things for you. We're trapped in the comforting essence of the one-and-the-same and our only visionaries are bound by the feral needs of this global economy. We are drowning.

Everything happening now is a rehash of yesterday, we are playing in echoes and there may be no way out.

repetition as magic: the power of good and evil actions

Is anyone actually a good or bad person? 

Yes, this does mean, in a way, comparing yourself to Hitler. I feel as if everyone does that automatically when thinking of what aspects make someone morally evil or just and whether that particular person is capable of change. He seems to epitomize the worst of the worst in our minds, though far more eccentric crimes do exist in the world (and we all know that). I do ask you, though, for a moment, to consider this and to consider the question beneath it: What makes one a doer of good, and what makes one a doer of evil? 

Consider with me, a moment, the idea of an action. An action can be considered a way of describing one's personhood, one's reflection of their fellow man, a wish, or a sense of will. An action can be ascribed to a lot of things, and is a form of execution. I'd go so far as to call it a sort of magic: A thing that comes from that which is imaginary, or, removed from the realm we can universally perceive. 

So, now that we have action established as a form of magic: Could we go so far as to say that the perpetuation of a particular magic is the only thing that can truly gesture outwardly to someone being of harmful or disadvantageous (bad) nature? Could we say, even, that the perpetuation of action is the only thing that truly makes someone bad or good? 

The thought is the target in an era of information, an era of unrealized potential. It begs the question, naturally: Do certain thoughts make someone bad or good? 

In my humble opinion: Yes and/or no. This is a grey area mercy to the subjectivity of moral and whether the topic ever sees the light of day. Someone can have racialized thoughts, but if you never know, does it affect you? There are many who would say no, and in some instances I agree. This is, though, a dangerous presumption to take into our scientific era. It has been proven that emotional dispositions can be woven into DNA, including an inclination towards dynamics created by man (such as racialism and misogyny). 

My conclusion is as follows: An individual is only as bad as the repetition of magic dictates. Their knowledge of the action is not always required in order to validate the badness/goodness of the act but outside knowledge is not always an indicator of an unjust action. The magic bends to your will, bends to your sense of intelligence, your sense of good, bad, and truth. Like an echo in a brilliant cave, your actions are naturally inclined to loop and shape your personhood.

In ages of extremism, the ponderance of such magics is crucial to making positive and socially enriching choices for both yourself and your fellow human being. Truth reveals the reality of good and evil, and how they are a matter of your actions and thoughts. Seek the truth, and you will never be confined to being a "bad" or "good" person, since at one point we all are and may be right now.

At one point, Adolf Hitler was a good person and, perhaps, even a likable person. Just as you, at one point, have been or will be to someone an unlikable person. 

Flexibility in this world will always decide what makes you good or bad.

between matrixes: all consuming silence

I cannot help but get the feeling, after all this excitement, that even very assured people are feeling weightless. Not a good, freedom-bringing weightlessness either; no, it's more of a wayward vacancy of information blindness. The American public, and world audiences second-handedly involved, feel caught between two matrixes. One group expected an inevitable movement of the status-quo, the other had no expectations whatsoever. Both groups are simultaneously jarred by both the very act of a decision being made, and what that decision was. For countless, including myself, a very different outcome was anticipated. Regardless, we all find ourselves in a void between two gauche concepts of reality. We're stuck in a spiritual elevator, waiting on the fire department.

To say that this is simply the elites "switching hands" seems far too easy, and almost seems a defeatist's argument. "No matter what, the puppet masters always have control..." There are, for me, some fundamental international ties that are speaking in a way that imply an unsuredness amongst their US involved elites. No one is actually sure what a Trump term will bring, especially after he is properly informed about how all the stuff works. The illusion of him being an outsider is more like a translucent screen: Surely he's not a dope, but he's not Warren Buffet either. In fact, a majority of this election has been woven together for our viewing pleasure via half truths and white lies. This just seems too obvious for people who have this sort of stuff planned decades in advanced, this as in "Using populism and manufactured unrest to get people to vote for the puppet".

 Here's where even clever people fall short: We expected this to be a bid for globalism. Populism and nationalism tend not to fair globalists unless it is a bid to isolate and control a nation and keep it away from the rest of the world (Ukraine?). Unless they plan to move the Western strong-arm power elsewhere this quickly, there is no real reason to turn America into a Populist driven state. This is really not making sense, unless there was a rebellion within the electoral festivities. If the narrative of an FBI rebellion proves to have any merit, this could tell us what happened in there. If this is not the case, then, perhaps, the puppet masters truly did simply change the hand they use to act. After all, they could always kill Trump, install Pence, and pardon Obama/the Clintons and everyone would be happy. We'll see.

I shrink into my two-sizes-too big sweatshirt, like a turtle, and just like may others simply wait to see what is left when the dust settles.

practicality, persistence: my mission statement

In what feels to be an endless, entrapping dance, winding depictions of impulse, confusion, failure and anxiety cycling around me, I am grabbing blindly for some arm in which to take up against my invisible captors. My panic increases as I engage this drama every single day of my life, my energies being frayed so terribly that i'm afraid I will truly disintegrate into damaged wisps of fabric and become useless forever. I am desperately fumbling for something, anything, to save myself. 

What have I found, you may not be asking? The idea, and birth in my mind, of  persistence, and practicality. 

These seem like no-brainers to some people. For me, I was not so lucky. Born to an unstable, emotional, cluttered and impractical household, there were no rules to existence. No expectations for my future. Nothing but day to day living, hoping the future would yield some sort of bounty. This life, hardly worthy of being called one, is in constant impulsive chaos. Retention of long term goals is zilch, no sense of commitment exists within my DNA. I felt defective, and still do. 

I realized though, that no one is truly just born properly persistent and practical, unless they are some sort of messiah. They are taught these skills. 

When I came to terms with this near universal truth, after reading endless internet comments from people struggling precisely as I am now, I knew I had no choice but to pick up the only weapons in sight: Persistence, and Practicality. 

Wait though, what does it mean to be practical anyway? 

To be practical is to put knowledge and learnings to practice. That's all. When I heard it that way, I felt blown away. I felt that being practical was finally something attainable, although not yet in my grasp. 

How about persistence?

Persistence is the act of perseverance, despite difficult positions, in completing a commitment, activity, or goal. This one holds the biggest learning curve for me to overcome. 

I have chosen to teach myself how to cultivate these two virtues. The anxiety, the fatalism, the impulse, the social atrophy, the aversion to commitment and deep thought, I intend to slay it all with these two beautiful, powerful tools. 

The mastery of persistence is within the very act itself, repeated endlessly. Through this, practicality will shine. Persistence and practicality both welcome routine, and that is where this blog comes into play.

Mission statement: A single topic, a single post, every day or at least every other day. Creative projects will also be parked here. This sanctuary is also a mental training field. I have no choice but to master these weapons, lest I will perish and become bothersome dust in this disgustingly sovereign vision of reality we have been subjected to.