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The OA (2016-2019)
But what if psychic just means your mind is able to pick up on even the subtlest cues in the world around you? You’re gathering information the whole time. You don’t realize it, but you are.
- I thought i was losing my mind.
- you are not. you are just finding new rooms inside it.
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13yo Octavia Butler
the following are quotes from her novel “parable of the sower”. Part 1 is loosely a collection around holding your body in a certain way and gaining knowledge. Part 2 are quotes that are more about the difference between thoughts and thoughts that turn into actions (incl. spoken words)....
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“We can get ready. That’s what we’ve got to do now. Get ready for what’s going to happen, get ready to survive it, get ready to make a life afterward. Get focused on arranging to survive so that we can do more than just get batted around by crazy people, desperate people, thugs, and leaders who don’t know what they’re doing!”
“I realize I don’t know very much. None of us knows very much. But we can all learn more”
“Well, today, I found the name, found it while I was weeding the back garden and thinking about the way plants seed themselves, windborne, animalborne, waterborne, far from their parent plants. They have no ability at all to travel great distances under their own power, and yet, they do travel. Even they don’t have to just sit in one place and wait to be wiped out.”
“…my survival notes…”
“Teach me to read and write…”
“I’ve finally got a title for my book of Earthseed verses—Earthseed: The Book of the Living. There are the Tibetan and the Egyptian Books of the Dead. Dad has copies of them. I’ve never heard of anything called a book of the living, but I wouldn’t be surprised to discover that there is something. I don’t care. I’m trying to speak—to write—the truth. I’m trying to be clear. I’m not interested in being fancy, or even original. Clarity and truth will be plenty, if I can only achieve them. If it happens that there are other people outside somewhere preaching my truth, I’ll join them. Otherwise, I’ll adapt where I must, take what opportunities I can find or make, hang on, gather students, and teach.”
“We weren’t strong enough to survive slowness or stupid mistakes”
“There was a long silence. Then he asked, “What do you write in your book every night?” Interesting shift.“My thoughts,” I said. “The day’s events. My feelings.”“Things you can’t say?” he asked. “Things that are important to you?”“Yes.”“Then let me read something. Let me know something about the you that hides. I feel as though … as though you’re a lie. I don’t know you. Show me something of you that’s real”
“A lot of it isn’t very poetical,” I said. “But it’s what I believe, and I’ve written it as well as I could.” I showed him four verses in all—gentle, brief verses that might take hold of him without his realizing it and live in his memory without his intending that they should. Bits of the Bible had done that to me, staying with me even after I stopped believing.I gave to Harry, and through him to Zahra, thoughts I wanted them to keep”
“I filed the knowledge away for future use.”(in her head)
“We want to find work that pays money.”
“She taught me to read and write,” Travis said. “Then she taught me to teach myself. The man she worked for had a library—a whole big room full of books.”“He let you read them?” I asked.“He didn’t let me near them.” Travis gave me a humorless smile. “I read them anyway. My mother would sneak them to me.”Of course. Slaves did that two hundred years ago. They sneaked around and educated themselves as best they could, sometimes suffering whipping, sale, or mutilation for their efforts.“Did he ever catch you or her at it?” I asked.“No.” Travis turned to look toward the sea. “We were careful. It was important. She never borrowed more than one book at a time”
“We’ll have to be very careful how we allow our needs to shape us.”
“We made sandwiches—dried beef, cheese, sliced tomatoes—all on bread made from wheat flour. And we ate grapes. It was a shame we had to hurry. We hadn’t had anything that good tasting for a long time.”
“Fixing the world is not what Earthseed is about.”
“The trees had been robbed of a great number of branches, no doubt by people needing firewood.”
“Everyone’s tired and everyone’s hurting,” I told him. “Everyone, not just you. But we’ve managed to keep ourselves alive by working together and by not doing or saying stupid things.”
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“I thought I could see where he was headed now, but he was going to have to get there all by himself. His land; his choice.”
(All the internal dialogue, strategy, allowing the other person to put in their work, waiting for being offered something, rather than asking for it. Clear red and green, no compromise. I want you to offer this to me without me having to ask for it, i give you my silence so you can take action)
“I looked at him. For a moment I was too angry to let myself speak. When I could control my voice, I said, ”��
Oh, yes,” he said. “I intend to marry you once we’ve settled.”
He had managed to surprise me. I stared at him with my mouth open.
“A genuine spur-of-the-moment reaction,” he said. I’ll have to remember it. Will you marry me, by the way?”
“He took that in with no sign of how he felt about it.”
“How many times did you die?” Mora asked me.
“Three at least,” I answered, as though this were a sane conversation. “Maybe four. I never did it like that before—over and over. Insane. But you look well enough.”
His expression hardened as though I’d slapped him. Of course, I had insulted him. I’d said, Where were you, man and fellow sharer, while your woman and your group were in danger. Funny. There I was, speaking a language I hadn’t realized I knew.”
“Testing him, I let myself stumble. It was easy. I still had little feeling in my feet and legs.
Mora stepped aside. He didn’t touch me or offer help. Sweet guy.
I left Mora, went over to Allie, and walked with her for a while. Her grief and resentment were like a wall against me—against everyone, I suppose, but I was the one bothering her at the moment. And I was alive and her sister was dead, and her sister was the only family she had left, and why didn’t I just get the hell out of her face?
She never said anything.”
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Michaela Coel, James MacTaggart Lecture, Edinburgh TV Festival 2018
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odusP8gmqsg&t=20s
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Franco “Bifo” Berardi on the future possibility of living well (2019)
https://open.spotify.com/episode/15xETaae26eWMUsr5Nn2ZN
audio file at 12 min
14min: we have the impression everything is working. trains, rent, banks, salary, everything is perfect, except life, except the body, except the soul, except out ability to be happy. we are totally destroyed from a psychological point….
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she's beautiful when she’s angry (2014) 2
We live in a country that doesn’t credit any of its radical movements. They don’t like to admit, in the United States, that change happens because radicals force it.
To take away the history of how change got made helps to cut down on activism because people don’t think that I, an everyday person, could make a big social change.
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sense8 (2015-2018)
I quit trying to fit in, trying to be one of them. I knew I never would be. But more importantly, I didn’t want to be. Their violence was petty and ignorant, but ultimately, it was true to who they were. The real violence, the violence I realised was unforgivable, is the violence that we do to ourselves, when we are too afraid to be who we really are.
We exist because of sex. It’s not something to be afraid of. It’s something to honour. To enjoy.
Your life is either defined by the system or by the way you defy by the system.
Did you know what Angelica called Brandt? Whispers. She told me, the voice in your head that tells you to cut your wrists, or to take a handful of pills, or to jump from a height, that voice never shouts. And only whispers.
“We are healed of suffering only by experiencing it to the full”. I wonder if monsieur Proust was ever shot...
It is in this unfamiliar realm, we find new possibilities. It is in the unknown, we find hope.
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cloud atlas (2012)
Well, the question he does pose is - if God created the world - how do we know what things we can change and what things must remain sacred and inviolable?
Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness we birth our future.
These forces that often remake time and space, that can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish.
Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. ... each point of intersection, each encounter suggests a new potential direction.
I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so. In moments like this I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own and I know that separation is an illusion.
My life extends far beyond the limitations of me...
To be is to be perceived and so to know thyself is only possible through the eyes of the other. The nature of our immortal lives is in the consequences of our words and deeds that go on apportioning themselves throughout all time.
I believe there is another world waiting for us, Sixsmith. A better world. And I’ll be waiting for you there. I believe we do not stay dead that long. Find me beneath the Corsican stars when we first kissed. Yours eternally, R. F.
- In your revelation, you spoke of the consequences of an individual’s life rippling through eternity. Does this mean that you Believe in an afterlife? In heaven or hell?
- I believe death is only a door. When it closes, another opens. If I care to imagine a heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And behind it I would find him there waiting for me.
- If I may ask one last question, you had to know this union scheme was doomed to fail.
- yes
- Then why did you agree to it?
- This is a general Apis asked of me.
- To be executed?
- If I had remained invisible the truth would stay hidden. I couldn’t allow that.
- And what if no one believes this truth?
- Someone already does.
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