https://medium.com/@organelle/the-problem-we-became-ea25d6f1cd29#.yx93w866d

I wish to speak very clearly about a problem I consider malignant, contagious and incredibly harmful. The problem is what I will loosely call ‘ascension paradigms’.

There is, in the modern social and social-media infrasphere, a ceaseless stream of sewage-like nonsense related to revolution, ‘spirituality’, human ascension, ‘re-wilding’, and myriad other charades that function specifically to enthrall spectators who are impressionable and ignorant. This toxic media includes endless calls to fake revolution, ‘a coming transformation’. ‘the rainbow warriors’, and countless reiterations of similar abject nonsense.

I want to make it clear that I generally detest this entire process, and all of the features of this charade, which I consider delusional, deceptive, toxic, predatory, and invented to take advantage of relatively innocent and hopeful people who, having little of intelligence and less of initiative, are prone to subscribe with endless enthusiasm to ‘divine-sounding’ quips, books, essays, memes, and other media.

It is my experience, observation and belief, that these forms of contagious lying deprive us of the absolutely crucial necessity of developing a direct personal relationship with nature, our origins, whatever it may be that the term ‘divine’ refers to, each other… and, especially our own possible intelligence. This latter aspect, our intelligence, barely exists for the vast majority of us in most of the moments and contexts in which we are ceaselessly engaged, and which we serve like willing slaves.

I care nothing for authors, books, memes, quotes or media that does not demand that we, ourselves, take up the urgent task of correcting the incredibly delusional facades that stand in the place of our societies, our nations, our jobs, most of our relationships, and an actual awareness of the urgent necessity that we presently organize actively to rescue the history and future of life on Earth.

There is no book on Earth worth the adoration and care than any single living organism demands, and there is no author who ever lived that I consider even modestly important when we notice how vastly they have failed to endow us with the necessary intention, purposive and relational intelligence, and active, momentous engagement that the possibility of recovering our humanity now demands.

I wish to make it furiously clear: I do not care who you read, or whether you ran with wolves on paper pages, or stood with revolutionaries in texts unnamed or spuriously founded. When we share electronic media that fails to actually endow us with the urgent perspectives, intentions and abilities necessary to enact sudden, radical correction of our cultures… we are funding those atrocities, with every meme shared and every book sold.

There is only one book that matters: the living world, and the endless beings, mothers, fathers and children, that suffered and died in the hope of preserving the absolutely paradisiacal planet upon which our societies presently shit. And I am sick of seeing this shit celebrated as if it were holy, revolutionary or divine. It is not. It is simply another symptom of the disease our species has become.

And this is a disease that must and will be cured. It falls to us to effect this cure, in any and every way possible, while we still have the luxury of the free choice to do so. And if we shall or do not, right now, it should be obvious that it will be cured for us, by forces terrible and horrific, which we have, with our long and delusional insanity, demanded.

There is only one book I trust, one author I truly adore, whose pages never lie and who brooks no charades and exceeds all concepts and language. That is the vital book of the living sky, the living places, and the living beings. And if you cannot read this book yourself, in person, with your whole heart and being, there is no other that will help you.