Election destroys Labor Party?
Brexit destroys Conservative party?
Trust me as an astrologer, the whole disintegration of modern power will not be complete until 2025 for various reasons.
But let go of your ideas of safety if you want to have peace I say as a sane individual.
Our cultural clashes are due to the increase in the ability to travel at fast speeds. This has precipitated the sharing of once geography-bound cultures to all parts of the globe and the mass standardization of culture as business professionals live ALL over the globe at once. Therefore, brands that cater to ubiquity gain in market share as they are convenient to the global mobile class. It is a filter down from the ruling class and bourgeoisie who work from a more global, generic culture that is heavily informed from the cultural center which is at present New York City. This upper class in the capitalistic, neoliberal environment has disproportionate power over the individual culture because of computer based industrialization.
This is reality.
Election destroys Labor Party?
The origin of my suffering was the pursuit of a life without pain. Acceptance of the element of chaos within every moment of my life taught me that I cannot build castles and towers of Babel to remove myself from pain. Pain is my teacher and should be befriended and listened to so that I might grow. A modest life in tune with nature seems to me to be the path or way. A life of poverty has been instructive to me.
One might ask “how do you know what is modest?” If you are not lying to get wealth through manipulation or directly stealing wealth, then you can do as much with your time as possible to build defenses against calamity. Unfortunately, our American lives are built on stolen wealth, and that wealth should be returned so that our lives are closer to Earth and closer to pain.
Our cultural notion that a “primitive” life, close to the Earth is a miserable existence is so baked into our collective consciousness here in the West that we cannot imagine a simple, anarchic existence of living in tune with nature. The very influential philosopher Thomas Hobbes described the primitive existence of humans as “nasty, brutish, and short.” And yet, now we have constructed lives that are nasty, mind-numbing, and longer.
Within our beings is a plant called wisdom. In order for that plant to grow, it needs to be watered by the tears of pain and lighted by the sunlight of humility or it will never mature. This is the present that we find ourselves in, a present without wisdom because we have vanquished pain and eschewed humility.
This life exists so that we might grow from children into adults. There is a seriousness that needs to be achieved in order to live a fulfilled life. That is my experience. Seriousness saved my life. Life need not be serious all the time of course, but until one can look life starkly in the face and have true acceptance for one’s part in what’s gone wrong and be able to make changes to correct the situation, you are not there. You can live without wisdom, but you will miss the point entirely and probably will need to distract yourself with shiny things until you die, unfulfilled.
I don’t have to be
the spinning cog
or lifeless machine of greed
to be worthy
And yet I’m spinning round
in capitalism’s glove
atop the earth
I am like the moon
debased and gray
and yet although my darkness lives
the light has won
the sun it never dies
it only gets obscured
and one day it will come back home
the rising over mountains
a great new sun eruption
Pluto lets Persephone fly
and golden Apollo gets her high
and from the darkness rises
a queen beleaguered
but here to SCREAM!
The people need their fix
gotta get up to the tower’s rent
the perfect people
that’s what I want!
take this pain, dissatisfaction
replace it with
a blissful reaction
I’ll sell my soul to pharma’s lore
that all my problems
will one day bore me
it’s the end
the judgment’s here!
A pill a day
will make me clear
But it’s just a fool’s parade
phony props and cellophane
smiling, photoshopped creations utter
on TV like horrid clutter
There is no left great white hope
there is only stolen makeup
plastered onto meth burnt bones
I never liked this show
please change it
Life will always burn
will always be too cold
or too blazing hot
the table’s always tilting
sending scrambling gentries galloping gaily
at some new white windmill in the sky
you’ll be back here when you die
you’ll be back here when you die
So I sit and stare
out the window with no glare
counting beads to win a dare
that a sloth could beat the hare
They measured love in numbers
crying Grow! Economy
And ticker-taped their leaders
in wreaths of profit-seeking glee
where hopeless homeless zombies wandered
pacing past commercials bleating
laughing, lost in our new sickness
a plain parade of soft depravity
They doled out love in numbers
tacking spreadsheets to their gifts
they said we’ve done the studies
and now we’ve got it roundly fixed!
where children stared at vapid screens
of blasting queens in big-wide smiles
leering fast-food drugs appeared
to then engender blank passivity
Where went our sane morality?
the word is now a sin
we’ve trod from God and made our own
from science, gears, and steel
Poor Jesus how his face is used
our god is numbers
sing the blues
Nothing reduces to single factors like so many want life to. The mind is a wheel of mutually arising possibilities. Yeah that might be more complicated, but what’s more complicated is trying to live according to a fairy tale notion of simplicity that is obsessed with singular root causes. This applies to people and personalities too. Some people are drivers, some people are riders, some people are sages, some people are artists. Very few are all of these things. Everyone will be all things at some point thousands of lives from now, but right now it’s best to find your individual purpose and true will and accept your limitations instead of lusting after the lie that “Everyone should do these 8 things!!” Modern materialistic science wants to reduce everyone to fundamental and universal factors, but then we just end up with a lowest common denominator society.
When I worked in tech, I had access to the purchase history of over 100 million people because I worked in online banking. There are and were hardly any regulations with respect to this data, not like HIPPA. I could see how many dildos you bought and how much you gamble. I never really looked because I’m not an asshole (mostly!), but I could have easily.
You need never feel alone, someone is always watching you!
I also developed a way of predicting companies’ stated quarterly revenue by analyzing the data. I’m not really a gambler, but in my opinion, the stock market is mostly rigged. Not that you didn’t know that, but the people with the data know everything. You know when you use your “club card” at the grocery store. They’re measuring you.
And typically the lab rats don’t measure the scientists.