A good Sunday to all of you: I hope you’re all good with the IRS, whichever road you’ve taken. ;o) You might enjoy listening to Tracy while you read.
I put up a diary the day before yesterday about the spreading realizations that these hard days are about to bring a big shift to the consciousness in people all over the world. Some days it’s hard to feel; on other days, you can practically smell it and rub the glimmering energy of it between your fingers.
Today feels like that to me, and I wanted to share this game-changer with you. The Culture Jammers at Adbusters, some of the key midwives of Occupy, have this editorial in their coming issue that made me positively crow with glee.
I can only use a few paragraphs, so I’ll paraphrase a bit. At the beginning they spoke of their (and our) awakening to the black hole our world is in, ecologically, financially, and spiritually; and that under the thrall of the Corporatocracy’s propaganda and advertising, we have been sleepwalking into insanity. Then:
“We awoke one morning to the dark realization that humanity is being dragged into a black hole of ecological, financial and spiritual catastrophe … that our democracy has been seized by a corporatocracy … that every day two hundred species of plant, insect, bird and mammal become forever extinct … that a deluge of advertising is sleepwalking our civilization to the brink of insanity … and that unless we fight back in the most visceral and creative way possible all will be lost.
And yet, what sets our struggle apart in 2012 is that we are not fighting to save a distant future. We are not trying to prevent some terrible event that is still to come. This is not about our unborn grandchildren. Instead, many of us sense that the threshold has already been crossed; the tipping point has already happened and what we are fighting for is our present. We are living in that tragic moment of eerie stillness where the fatal damage has been done, widening cracks can be seen, yet the edifice still stands and business as usual continues … but for how much longer?
Our days may be shadowed by this dark realization, but there is reason to be deeply optimistic for “where danger is, grows the saving power also.” Never before has the tantalizing possibility of a Global Spring, a worldwide people’s insurgency for democracy, seemed as close. For perhaps the first time in human history, we just might be on the edge of an everywhere-at-once revolution against the financial fraudsters, corporate lackeys and the ideology of consumerism that has brought the Earth to the precipice of collapse.
In this, the era of the total and transcendent indignato swarm, we look to each other, not to the masters above, to find out what it will take to pull off the ultimate culture jam: spiritual insurrection.”
for the wild,
Culture Jammers HQ
Much like Cornell West, ‘I am not an optimist, but I am a prisoner of hope.’
Love all those you can, and create community…wherever you are. Having each others’ backs will be increasing crucial in the months to come.
(h/t to realitychecker, who left the imagery from John on my diary.) ;o)



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Oh, so now I’m the inspiration? Imagine that lol. Recommended.
Mais oui, monsieur; sacre bleu!
And…you wrote of crows just as I was writing…of crows. My stars; can you feel how The Mystic is seeping its way into your fine soul?
It will even further open us to our dreams and imaginings; you will share yours with us, no?
love,
wd
Loving you back, you marvelous creature. ;-)
Damn, I feel like an eavesdropper, but I’ll poke my head through the curtain long enough to say hiya and hit Recommend.
Carry on.
LOL. There’s always room for you, friend.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7gyusc7QBc
I replied in the previous thread but… here it is again.
In one sense, I share the Culture Jammers optimism; in another, not so much.
It seems increasingly clear to me that we have crossed the Rubicon. Power and wealth have become so perversely centralized that nature’s sustaining systems can no longer endure. They have poisoned our soil and our water and our air and the very food we eat… and they have poisoned our hearts and our minds.
There will be a “spring” and the power elite, however long it might take and however bloody it might be, will be vanquished. To this extent, I share the author’s optimism.
But, sadly, I’m afraid that if we keep cooking the same stew with the same ingredients, our next meal might well taste quite a bit like the last one.
We know injustice when we see it; that doesn’t mean, however, that we have the wisdom and the compassion to architect anything better. We only need to look at our daily interactions with so many around us to see that our problems are far deeper than an oppressive ruling class.
We suffer from all manner of ignorance and selfishness and callousness. Therein lies the rub.
It is not the global spring I fear, but the summer… and the fall… and the winter.
There will surely be a new beginning; we are ill-prepared for its arrival.
Ah, shucks, rc; I’ll bet you say that to all the llamas. Prolly to the crows, too. ;o)
Well sufferin’ sailfish, my friend. This is a big boat fulla love from the Culture Jammers, plenty o’ room for you. Mr. Reality is just soakin’ up a bit of it, silly man.
For you, with love. ;o)
FYI, it works better on the llamas than the crows. ;-)
Can’t think what much to say about such a gloomy outlook, welshT. I reckon if these folks can feel what’s circulating in the air around the planet, it matters, and it’ll spread further and faster now that they’ve given voice to it.
And the point of all this sea change is exactly that the new world we’re dreamin’ won’t be the same old ingredients, and that’s why so many Occupies are workin’ to learn new models in so many different directions.
Stop thinkin’ of it as a political movement; it’s a social/spiritual movement, in which we all matter, the planet matters, sustainability into the future matters. There are so many folks experimenting with whole life ideas; we just never hear of them. I bookmark sites now and again to see what’s poppin’, and I am heartened.
Some new awareness will be forced on people as they learn that doing with less is…more. Others will need help, but they are almost too well-practiced in surviving poverty. Like so many of the folks in N’ Orleans. We can do it, but folks like you need to see the possibilities, and allow folks to grow and heal and expand. Eh wot?
Be well, and love,
wd
LOL! I’m hip; some folks down the road keep llamas and those tiny donkeys (their brayin’ oughtta be illegal, lol!) They must be higher than the crows, who are scared of their own shadows. Been tryin’ for about five years to get a good portrait of one for my cards and whatnot. Nope. They hate me, the asshats. Kinda disproves Casteneda’s theory that they’re spirit guides. Or…does it…? (grin)
This is late but I have to say that this is how I have been looking at it. We are too full of spirit for it to be crushed, too creative to be captured for long. This is what we are
http://youtu.be/KgoapkOo4vg
We are beautiful
thanks Wendy
Not late in the least, Maddy; and you go girl!!!
Maybe because I raised myself as a hippie, but I reckon our job has always been to keep everything flowing out: love, food, help, community betterment, and in the end, we feel better and more hopeful because of it.
So glad you’re feelin’ it, Maddy, and thanks for stopping to say it. Spread the love, and keep some for yourself,
wd
Sublime! I wasn’t prepared in any way for that!!! Damn, what fun. That’s a keeper, for sure; grinnin’ ear to ear.
I keep this one on my RealPlayer; for you. ;o)
Wendy; wanted you to see this comment I made to dear old pee shooter:
In response to shooter242 @ 23
Societies can be better designed than ours in which people are not allowed to ‘fall’ into poverty. We know that, for instance if we do not punish a high-school drop out with a label and poverty, that we can get 100% through school and find work for everyone. It really is a matter of what you expect. If you want space rockets to make it into space every time, you have to plan for and anticipate all the possible ways in which the darn thing might fail in advance, and then plan in enough redundancy and safety mechanisms to insure success. Imagine if instead of accepting that 80% of our population should not get a decent liberal arts education, we planned for 100% to complete post high school education of some kind. If we did that and insisted on providing jobs to all those who completed, then I think we might have an 80% happiness rate, instead of the 20% of those elites who have access to a first class education that exists for them now. It really does depend upon our capacity to endorse a higher standard for inclusion of everyone in our schools and in our workplaces. Societies which have set the bar high, have not been disappointed (Sweden, Finland, Norway, Germany). We can do so much better to help each other to achieve lives worth living; as long as we are willing to leave conventional thinking behind, do with a bit less material wealth, and see each other’s lives as important as our own.”
I thought that you might like the ‘spirit’ of the comment.
And you, Maddy; it’s hard to stop watching that one. I’ll send it along to our son; he has an affinnity for Russians, even took a Russian course last year. Figgers he’s a Communist; dunno. One of his profs gave him a hat made in Russia, big old dark green fuzzy wool thing; he loves it inordinately. ;o)
“Love all those you can, and create community…wherever you are. Having each others’ backs will be increasing crucial in the months to come.”
It is easy to be distracted from this important bigger picture, the one that really matters. The other day we, being us and another couple in this complex plus a six-year-old, pretty much decided that, sometime this summer, we need to sidewalk-chalk our walkway in art. Oh sure, we will leave the walls alone but the sidewalk is nearly a done deal. Should anyone ask, of course, none of us will know the origin of the art. Little things, you know! Rec’d.
It’s a grand comment, TomThumb. Hope he hears it, or at least stores it away in the files in his mind, and takes it out when he’s ready. Next time, you can even give him this; stands your comment on its head, but…a similar message.
I read a piece this mornin’ about a German manufacturer being asked why their workers were doin’ so well. He said, ‘We look at our workforce as an asset, not a cost.’ Whoosh. In a world where labor is seen as a necessary evil to be bought cheap with no care to train or share in the profits, that was a cool thing to hear.
Thanks for bringing your comment over. ;o)
love to you, and stay well,
wd
Thanks Wendy, for letting me post that here. I am just amazed that I am beginning to be able to say what needs to be said; I am amazed at the words that are coming out of my mind!
Great idea. Send photos please. May 1st, May Day, No work, no banking, no shopping, no problem. Dog and I are going to hit them with haiku:
3×5 cards, check.
old Smith and Corona typewriter, check.
Self and dog, check and check.
You are so much fun, C-S; wish you were my neighbor. ;o) Can ya get fixative for sidewalk chalk art like ya can for charcoal drawings on paper? I’d almost think so; it’d be nice if it could last after a rain or two, some feet skuffling down the street.
Mebbe you’ll turn into KY Bankseys. ;o)
This is for you; I love these kids; Dying Is Fine is fun, too; the one with graphics. The bass player uses a pick. Pretty kewl…and fast. ;o)
love and love,
wd
Well, ya got some game developin’, dear. ;o) I wonder if it’s a multi-disciplinary outcome. I have a file somewhere on my laptop of great female authors telling would-be authors what helps them. One of my faces (can’t remember who at the moment) said: Draw. Draw. Draw; it helps. Of course, I don’t, and haven’t for so long.
But maybe your art frees up what you imagine yourself saying? Then…you say it in words now, not drawing?
Do watch the Russian video Maddy posted; it will sincerely tickle yer innards.
That’s a cool idea. Multidisciplinary outcome. Bonzai!
WD, you’ll like this lady.
Thank you, ubetcha; I think I know her from…before. ;o) Don’t have time to watch just now, but I will tonight or in the morning. Great face she has, yes? ;o)
Hope you’re well; you’ve been a stranger, and I’m glad to see you back around. Hope all is well with you.
love,
wd
Thank you! and @TomThumb, I have already asked if I can take photos and share. The 6 y/o is talented, her mom is an artist. Management said sidewalk ok, just not walls. Will ask about a temporary fixative. I have seen the girl wash her art, like a slate, so she can do more. Little things give me hope, thanks Wendy!
Thank you, dear WD for another post that grabbed me by both mind and heart.
“social/spiritual movement” … though some may object to that phrase, it is how I have been framing things.
And a thank you, as well, to each that commented – what a great way to end the day and to fortify myself for the week ahead.
I read the Adbusters editorial, I had not read the comments. When I went back this little gem jumped out at me…
“We need to DREAM first, then figure out how to get there. When we first dreamt of flying we didn’t know how to make an airplane. Only through hard work, perseverance and countless trial and error did we succeed.” It was written by an “A J”
As a woman, far wiser than I will ever be used to tell me,
“start with your heart – if you wish to know what it is you are yearning for, watch where your mind goes when you are not thinking. Then will it be time to figure out how to get there.”
Good night. May sweet “dreamings” be ahead of us.
Endless love to you, sweet walkinboots. You were fortunate to have a heartful and mindful teacher; most of us had Life as an instructor, and blazed our own trails, through trial and error, poetry, and literature, I guess. Pretty nice how so many of us ended on similar ‘walks’, if not ‘places’. I really like that, and the soulful kinship we find, even here in the Virtual World. ;o)
Sometimes, like tonight, I am almost overwhelmed with the potent complexity of life, and all the tasks given us. Tomorrow’s another day; thank the gods I still love waking up, and find renewed hope even before First Light, as I sense,do you, as we cast corn pollen to the dawn…in our minds.
All the best to you, bootsie,
wd
I come back and find I left off an intended smiley-face, the absence of which imparts a certain unintended grimness to my comment. Ouch.
Maybe I should have gone with my first impulse which was to tell RC I was gonna steal his line for use at an opportune moment LOL.
:)
Use it at will, Grim Darlin’. I won’t mind a bit, lol!
Figured you were having a bit of fun in the face of pretty over-the-top- rc-regard. Hope you might like Joan; Obey sent this to me awhile back,and I love her. She’s not Cyndi, but still… ;o)
Sleep well; may your dreams be lovely,
wd
” . . . another post that grabbed me by both mind and heart.” How perfectly that phrase captures what is so special about our wendydavis. ;-)
Harumph. I’ll do the deciding about who is a “marvelous creature” around here. (adjusts monocle)
LOL! Aaaaand…a new career opens up for our realitychecker: ‘Proprietary Creature-Calling’; you can copyright it, then charge altID and others every time they use the phrase. My usual online rate for anything is $1.99; you can charge whatcha like, of course.
Company motto: ‘I have a monocle, and you don’t!’
Filing the paperwork for the IPO right now lol.
Thank you for this post, Wendy. I love this song!
A wise man once said, ” The greatest sin is the sin of Despair.”.
I had to think about that for a few days, as I untangled the threads of cynicism and despair I’d wrapped around my head. !
I think he’s right. Despair is the greatest sin.
Outstanding diary and comments.
That is one of the first things that made me love rc. He is inclusive. His heart is open.
Hugs to you, rc. So proud to count you among my friends.
Wendy, thank you for this hope-filled, beautiful diary. I just commented somewhere else that I was despairing…..I feel ashamed that I wrote that, after reading this.
Recommended, with so much gratitude and love.
ohmmm
Goodness, openhope. Thanks for the great comment addition; I hadn’t even come back here, figuring it was a dead thread.
I fight despair at times, but most days, as the sun rises, I greet the day…I’m ‘open to hope’. ;o)
love,
wd
So kind of you, TarheelDem. Thank you for reading and liking. ;o) I know others join me in being grateful for the fine work you’re doing on alternatives in so many directions; understandings that we’ll need soon, hopefully.
Ah, sweetie; please don’t be ashamed. Imo, we need to feel the feelings we feel, even weep them, curse…then see what the next day might bring. When I bumped into this message from the Adbuster Culture Jammers, it lifted my day’s despair over my blogging life here, and I just had to post it with jubilation. ;o)
Just remember, you are not alone.
much love,
w
Aaoooooooohhhhhmmmmm.