#Energie tangen

[bettinaschott69]

Neues Jahr 2023 - Willkommen!

Hallo du Liebe*r! Wer hat an der Uhr gedreht? Ist es wirklich schon der 30. Dezember – schon so spät? „Dann wird`s jetzt awwer Zeit!“ DAS ALTE VERABSCHIEDEN – Neues Jahr 2023 EMPFANGEN! Bist DU bereit? Nutzt DU die Rauhnachtstage zum Reflektieren, Loslassen und um Neues zu empfangen? Nimmst DU dir Zeit, also für DICH und kommst zur Ruhe? In der Ruhe, die dich erfüllt und auftankt mit Energie –…

[bamf-jaskier]

RE: Your post. Here's my two pence as a WOC who grew up outside of western media culture and is engaging with it only now as an adult. I feel like a big part of it is

a) that there are POC in more visible and important roles. Most POC tend to get sidelined ALOT and dont tend to get enough screen time and promenence to challenge racists perception of what's 'right' according to their little self-absorbed bubble. You see this most visibly in MCU etc. With the reaction to black panther, Sam Wilson and the like. Even in a diverse film or show the main character is always white and their love interest (if not white) is always an acceptably light skinned person (colourism is A BIG problem even in non western media)

2) alot of these characters are WOC who pretty much ALWAYS get the short end of the stick and get basically a double dose of racism and misogyny. Especially if they aren't light skinned enough or suitably white looking. (Tangen but related is the way that Disney cast a half white-half Indian actress as an Arab princess even though there are so many talented middle eastern actresses for the position and the use/exploitation of actors with mixed white heritage as basically [insert race] lite [tm] which is unfair to everybody involved except for the system the profits from this whole thing). WOC are more vulnerable to harrassment, racism and criticism because we arent protected and supported the way white women facing misogyny tend to be black women especially bear the brunt of this. Companies especially wont bother to protect their POC actors look at all the star wars sequel trilogy actors who were harrased and threatened off of social media and had their characters and work ruined by white fans using shipping as an excuse for their internalised racism.

Personally I've left the fandom after season one and tend to move on from fandoms pretty quickly because I just don't have the energy to deal with all the casual racism anymore. Sorry for the long rant! I've just been bottling this up for a long time. Thank you so much for doing all you do and bringing up and challenging racism in fandom! I really appreciate it and follow you even after having left the fandom behind! Sorry if some of my explanations don't make much sense. I've tried my best to explain things in English but it isn't my first language and it's hard to verbalise these concepts without making it seem like I'm hating on people or being stupid. Much love x

First, thank you SO MUCH for sharing your thoughts. I read every word and you are right on every count.

I’ve loved fantasy since I was a kid and The Witcher was the first time I saw woc being centered in the story. And it was the first time I saw so many woc in a fantasy show, and the fact that they keep adding more woc to the cast is amazing!!

And we absolutely see backlash when any characters of color get starring roles. The abuse that Anthony Mackie had faced as Captain America is disgusting.

And you are SO right. The fact that there are so many woc in prominent roles puts a target on their back.

I am so disappointed in the executives and media team behind The Witcher and even outlets like Redanian Intelligence because they do NOTHING to protect their cast who constantly get shit on. Lauren tried to make a point about diversity but she ended up falling into the tolerance paradox and engaging with racists. And she did apologize and learn from it…but one half-assed attempt from a show runner is not nearly enough.

And the colorism point. SAY IT LOUDER. Because the show itself has some serious colorism and texturize problems when it comes to characters like Triss and Francesca. And to be honest, some of that problem comes from the fans demanding actresses of color conform to a white standard of beauty.

I totally understand you leaving the fandom. I’ve had so many fandom friends leave one by one because they couldn’t handle the racism anymore. Almost all of them were woc or poc and it fucking sucks and it’s sad but completely understandable. Honestly I feel really humbled and grateful that ur still following me despite leaving the fandom —- so thank you 💛

Also this was INCREDIBLY well verbalized and written!! You know exactly what to say and how to say it in a concise and knowledgeable way.

[pinealperspective]

Life & our world is to us, what a forrest is to a spider

Some have decided that the definition of philosophy is "the study of the fundamental nature of knowledge, reality, and existence, especially when considered as an academic discipline".

Anyone can, and should do that from time to time. It's all about how and where you focus your thoughts. We think constantly anyways, at school, work - literally everywhere. But the more time you spend thinking about stupid shit that don't matter - the more time of your life is lost to where you could have grown mentally and become more enlightened, and reached towards greater potential.

One must spend time speculating about the riddle in order to figure out the solution, and the longer you speculate - the more will you realize and figure out.

There are thousands of subjects that we have, and are, observing with our few limited senses, that sleeps in our subconsciousness. Wisdom is within you when you understand the mechanisms, "the clockwork", of what you observe around you. Even if the only mechanisms you can wrap your head around is just like small watch, your mind will grow from there, just like the trees spread their branches into the world - if you decide to. You will grow mentally just like a snowball effect, the golden ratio.

Although, the human consciousness' perception is too narrow and weakly built to be able to observe even a fraction of this whole universe, that small fraction we actually are able to observe through a human life, is as important to us in the same way that a forrest is the whole world and even more so, to a spider.

Acceptance is a key in life. If you can accept the pointless circumstances, our life & body's great limitations - you will have more time to appreciate some of the amazingness that are within our reach.

Quit that anxiety-driven overthinking of yours that beats you every night - it get's you nowhere but backwards. You can channel your mental energy towards concepts and interests that actually will better your life quality - instead of worrying/obsessing over how you look or what others think (about anything, really). What's the point of knowing everything about a celebrity you'll most likely never even meet, when you could have known how to deal with your shit instead.

You know, your whole life is spent inside your brain.

Another thing; how fast people think is very realtive, because of the brain-metabolism. Many people's thoughts run at the same speed, but some people think faster in general than others. If a person's brain-metabolism is faster than other's - say twice as fast, that person will be mentally twice as "old" or "mature" as others their age... With light shed on that, the concept of "maturity" weakens as it is very relative - too relative to even actually be real. It only exists in the realities of people who live in illusions in society, because their lives & minds are limited by... overthinking about stupid stuff that don't matter. You may not know it, but that TV may be stealing away some of your potential in life. What if all the hours you ever have spent on TV, were spent on physics or mathematics? Then you would've been a fucking genious by now.

No one ever performed anything worth mentioning, by sitting on their ass doing nothing all day. Leonardo Da Vinci, a historical person that I personally admire, were curious about what the fuck the human body looked like inside. Without hesitation, he decided to go to morgues and disect dead bodies to study them. That's not the greatest about him, but someone had to do that eventually. Him, Michelangelo, Nikola Tesla, and other great people didn't accomplish what they did by living a lazy lifestyle. The first they did was THINK, and a thought is a like seed with potentials so might - it drove them to achieve what we see as greatness. Sometimes you have to do bold things to get to where you want, like how Da Vinci disected bodies and Elon Musk ditched Harvard.

Society is just like a whole bunch of people playing videogames, where they decide their opinions of others judged in scales of maturity, idiocy, criminals, etc - if they don't play the same game.

Quotation(s) and thoughts by me,

- Victoria Tangen

[lollipoplollipopoh]

What is behind China and Iran's 'strategic' deal? | Inside Story by Al Jazeera English It's been in the works since 2016, and dubbed a 'comprehensive strategic partnership'. The deal signed between China and Iran is expected to boost their long-standing economic and political alliance. The cooperation will cover a wide range of Chinese investments in Iran's most important sectors, including energy and infrastructure. It's the first long-term agreement of its type to be signed by Iran with a major world power. And comes at a tough time for Iran's economy that's been devastated by U.S. sanctions. What do both countries stand to gain? And should people be worried, in the Middle East and beyond? Presenter: Dareen Abughaida Guests Einar Tangen, Political and Economic Analyst. Hamed Mousavi, Professor of Political Science at Tehran University. Theresa Fallon, Director of Centre for Russia Europe Asia Studies. - Subscribe to our channel: https://ift.tt/291RaQr - Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/AJEnglish - Find us on Facebook: https://ift.tt/1iHo6G4 - Check our website: https://ift.tt/2lOp4tL #China #Iran

[ofsort]

Peter Wessel Zapffe - The Last Messiah

The first English version of a classic essay by Peter Wessel Zapffe, originally published in Janus #9, 1933. Translated from the Norwegian by Gisle R. Tangenes. I One night in long bygone times, man awoke and saw himself. 

He saw that he was naked under cosmos, homeless in his own body. All things dissolved before his testing thought, wonder above wonder, horror above horror unfolded in his mind. 

Then woman too awoke and said it was time to go and slay. And he fetched his bow and arrow, a fruit of the marriage of spirit and hand, and went outside beneath the stars. But as the beasts arrived at their waterholes where he expected them of habit, he felt no more the tiger’s bound in his blood, but a great psalm about the brotherhood of suffering between everything alive. 

That day he did not return with prey, and when they found him by the next new moon, he was sitting dead by the waterhole. 

  II

Whatever happened? A breach in the very unity of life, a biological paradox, an abomination, an absurdity, an exaggeration of disastrous nature. Life had overshot its target, blowing itself apart. A species had been armed too heavily – by spirit made almighty without, but equally a menace to its own well-being. Its weapon was like a sword without hilt or plate, a two-edged blade cleaving everything; but he who is to wield it must grasp the blade and turn the one edge toward himself. 

Despite his new eyes, man was still rooted in matter, his soul spun into it and subordinated to its blind laws. And yet he could see matter as a stranger, compare himself to all phenomena, see through and locate his vital processes. He comes to nature as an unbidden guest, in vain extending his arms to beg conciliation with his maker: Nature answers no more, it performed a miracle with man, but later did not know him. He has lost his right of residence in the universe, has eaten from the Tree of Knowledge and been expelled from Paradise. He is mighty in the near world, but curses his might as purchased with his harmony of soul, his innocence, his inner peace in life’s embrace.

So there he stands with his visions, betrayed by the universe, in wonder and fear. The beast knew fear as well, in thunderstorms and on the lion’s claw. But man became fearful of life itself – indeed, of his very being. Life – that was for the beast to feel the play of power, it was heat and games and strife and hunger, and then at last to bow before the law of course. In the beast, suffering is self-confined, in man, it knocks holes into a fear of the world and a despair of life. Even as the child sets out on the river of life, the roars from the waterfall of death rise highly above the vale, ever closer, and tearing, tearing at its joy. Man beholds the earth, and it is breathing like a great lung; whenever it exhales, delightful life swarms from all its pores and reaches out toward the sun, but when it inhales, a moan of rupture passes through the multitude, and corpses whip the ground like bouts of hail. Not merely his own day could he see, the graveyards wrung themselves before his gaze, the laments of sunken millennia wailed against him from the ghastly decaying shapes, the earth-turned dreams of mothers. Future’s curtain unravelled itself to reveal a nightmare of endless repetition, a senseless squander of organic material. The suffering of human billions makes its entrance into him through the gateway of compassion, from all that happen arises a laughter to mock the demand for justice, his profoundest ordering principle. He sees himself emerge in his mother’s womb, he holds up his hand in the air and it has five branches; whence this devilish number five, and what has it to do with my soul? He is no longer obvious to himself – he touches his body in utter horror; this is you and so far do you extend and no farther. He carries a meal within him, yesterday it was a beast that could itself dash around, now I suck it up and make it part of me, and where do I begin and end? All things chain together in causes and effects, and everything he wants to grasp dissolves before the testing thought. Soon he sees mechanics even in the so-far whole and dear, in the smile of his beloved – there are other smiles as well, a torn boot with toes. Eventually, the features of things are features only of himself. Nothing exists without himself, every line points back at him, the world is but a ghostly echo of his voice – he leaps up loudly screaming and wants to disgorge himself onto the earth along with his impure meal, he feels the looming of madness and wants to find death before losing even such ability.

But as he stands before imminent death, he grasps its nature also, and the cosmic import of the step to come. His creative imagination constructs new, fearful prospects behind the curtain of death, and he sees that even there is no sanctuary found. And now he can discern the outline of his biologicocosmic terms: He is the universe’s helpless captive, kept to fall into nameless possibilities.

From this moment on, he is in a state of relentless panic.

Such a ‘feeling of cosmic panic’ is pivotal to every human mind. Indeed, the race appears destined to perish in so far as any effective preservation and continuation of life is ruled out when all of the individual’s attention and energy goes to endure, or relay, the catastrophic high tension within.

The tragedy of a species becoming unfit for life by overevolving one ability is not confined to humankind. Thus it is thought, for instance, that certain deer in paleontological times succumbed as they acquired overly-heavy horns. The mutations must be considered blind, they work, are thrown forth, without any contact of interest with their environment.

In depressive states, the mind may be seen in the image of such an antler, in all its fantastic splendour pinning its bearer to the ground. III

Why, then, has mankind not long ago gone extinct during great epidemics of madness? Why do only a fairly minor number of individuals perish because they fail to endure the strain of living – because cognition gives them more than they can carry?

Cultural history, as well as observation of ourselves and others, allow the following answer: Most people learn to save themselves by artificially limiting the content of consciousness.

If the giant deer, at suitable intervals, had broken off the outer spears of its antlers, it might have kept going for some while longer. Yet in fever and constant pain, indeed, in betrayal of its central idea, the core of its peculiarity, for it was vocated by creation’s hand to be the horn bearer of wild animals. What it gained in continuance, it would lose in significance, in grandness of life, in other words a continuance without hope, a march not up to affirmation, but forth across its ever recreated ruins, a self-destructive race against the sacred will of blood.

The identity of purpose and perishment is, for giant deer and man alike, the tragic paradox of life. In devoted Bejahung, the last Cervis Giganticus bore the badge of its lineage to its end. The human being saves itself and carries on. It performs, to extend a settled phrase, a more or less self-conscious repression of its damaging surplus of consciousness. This process is virtually constant during our waking and active hours, and is a requirement of social adaptability and of everything commonly referred to as healthy and normal living.

Psychiatry even works on the assumption that the ‘healthy’ and viable is at one with the highest in personal terms. Depression, ‘fear of life,’ refusal of nourishment and so on are invariably taken as signs of a pathological state and treated thereafter. Often, however, such phenomena are messages from a deeper, more immediate sense of life, bitter fruits of a geniality of thought or feeling at the root of antibiological tendencies. It is not the soul being sick, but its protection failing, or else being rejected because it is experienced – correctly – as a betrayal of ego’s highest potential.

The whole of living that we see before our eyes today is from inmost to outmost enmeshed in repressional mechanisms, social and individual; they can be traced right into the tritest formulas of everyday life. Though they take a vast and multifarious variety of forms, it seems legitimate to at least identify four major kinds, naturally occuring in every possible combination: isolation, anchoring, distraction and sublimation.

By isolation I here mean a fully arbitrary dismissal from consciousness of all disturbing and destructive thought and feeling. (Engström: “One should not think, it is just confusing.”) A perfect and almost brutalising variant is found among certain physicians, who for self-protection will only see the technical aspect of their profession. It can also decay to pure hooliganism, as among petty thugs and medical students, where any sensitivity to the tragic side of life is eradicated by violent means (football played with cadaver heads, and so on.)

The mechanism of anchoring also serves from early childhood; parents, home, the street become matters of course to the child and give it a sense of assurance. This sphere of experience is the first, and perhaps the happiest, protection against the cosmos that we ever get to know in life, a fact that doubtless also explains the much debated ‘infantile bonding;’ the question of whether that is sexually tainted too is unimportant here. When the child later discovers that those fixed points are as ‘arbitrary’ and ‘ephemeral’ as any others, it has a crisis of confusion and anxiety and promptly looks around for another anchoring. “In Autumn, I will attend middle school.” If the substitution somehow fails, then the crisis may take a fatal course, or else what I will call an anchoring spasm occurs: One clings to the dead values, concealing as well as possible from oneself and others the fact that they are unworkable, that one is spiritually insolvent. The result is lasting insecurity, ‘feelings of inferiority,’ over-compensation, restlessness. Insofar as this state falls into certain categories, it is made subject to psychoanalytic treatment, which aims to complete the transition to new anchorings.

Anchoring might be characterised as a fixation of points within, or construction of walls around, the liquid fray of consciousness. Though typically unconscious, it may also be fully conscious (one ‘adopts a goal’.) Publicly useful anchorings are met with sympathy, he who ‘sacrifices himself totally’ for his anchoring (the firm, the cause) is idolised. He has established a mighty bulwark against the dissolution of life, and others are by suggestion gaining from his strength. In a brutalised form, as deliberate action, it is found among ‘decadent’ playboys (“one should get married in time, and then the constraints will come of themselves.”) Thus one establishes a necessity in one’s life, exposing oneself to an obvious evil from one’s point of view, but a soothing of the nerves, a high-walled container for a sensibility to life that has been growing increasingly crude. Ibsen presents, in Hjalmar Ekdal and Molvik, two flowering cases (‘living lies’); there is no difference between their anchoring and that of the pillars of society except for the practico-economic unproductiveness of the former.

Any culture is a great, rounded system of anchorings, built on foundational firmaments, the basic cultural ideas. The average person makes do with the collective firmaments, the personality is building for himself, the person of character has finished his construction, more or less grounded on the inherited, collective main firmaments (God, the Church, the State, morality, fate, the law of life, the people, the future). The closer to main firmaments a certain carrying element is, the more perilous it is to touch. Here a direct protection is normally established by means of penal codes and threats of prosecution (inquisition, censorship, the Conservative approach to life).

The carrying capacity of each segment either depends on its fictitious nature having not been seen through yet, or else on its being recognised as necessary anyway. Hence the religious education in schools, which even atheists support because they know no other way to bring children into social ways of response.

Whenever people realise the fictitiousness or redundancy of the segments, they will strive to replace them with new ones (‘the limited duration of Truths’) – and whence flows all the spiritual and cultural strife which, along with economic competition, forms the dynamic content of world history.

The craving for material goods (power) is not so much due to the direct pleasures of wealth, as none can be seated on more than one chair or eat himself more than sated. Rather, the value of a fortune to life consists in the rich opportunities for anchoring and distraction offered to the owner.

Both for collective and individual anchorings it holds that when a segment breaks, there is a crisis that is graver the closer that segment to main firmaments. Within the inner circles, sheltered by the outer ramparts, such crises are daily and fairly painfree occurrences (‘disappointments’); even a playing with anchoring values is here seen (wittiness, jargon, alcohol). But during such play one may accidentally rip a hole right to the bottom, and the scene is instantly transformed from euphoric to macabre. The dread of being stares us in the eye, and in a deadly gush we perceive how the minds are dangling in threads of their own spinning, and that a hell is lurking underneath.

The very foundational firmaments are rarely replaced without great social spasms and a risk of complete dissolution (reformation, revolution). During such times, individuals are increasingly left to their own devices for anchoring, and the number of failures tends to rise. Depressions, excesses, and suicides result (German officers after the war, Chinese students after the revolution).

Another flaw of the system is the fact that various danger fronts often require very different firmaments. As a logical superstructure is built upon each, there follow clashes of incommensurable modes of feeling and thought. Then despair can enter through the rifts. In such cases, a person may be obsessed with destructive joy, dislodging the whole artificial apparatus of his life and starting with rapturous horror to make a clean sweep of it. The horror stems from the loss of all sheltering values, the rapture from his by now ruthless identification and harmony with our nature’s deepest secret, the biological unsoundness, the enduring disposition for doom.

We love the anchorings for saving us, but also hate them for limiting our sense of freedom. Whenever we feel strong enough, we thus take pleasure in going together to bury an expired value in style. Material objects take on a symbolic import here (the Radical approach to life).

When a human being has eliminated those of his anchorings that are visible to himself, only the unconscious ones staying put, then he will call himself a liberated personality.

A very popular mode of protection is distraction. One limits attention to the critical bounds by constantly enthralling it with impressions. This is typical even in childhood; without distraction, the child is also insufferable to itself. “Mom, what am I to do.” A little English girl visiting her Norwegian aunts came inside from her room, saying: “What happens now?” The nurses attain virtuosity: Look, a doggie! Watch, they are painting the palace! The phenomenon is too familiar to require any further demonstration. Distraction is, for example, the ‘high society’s’ tactic for living. It can be likened to a flying machine – made of heavy material, but embodying a principle that keeps it airborne whenever applying. It must always be in motion, as air only carries it fleetingly. The pilot may grow drowsy and comfortable out of habit, but the crisis is acute as soon as the engine flunks.

The tactic is often fully conscious. Despair may dwell right underneath and break through in gushes, in a sudden sobbing. When all distractive options are expended, spleen sets in, ranging from mild indifference to fatal depression. Women, in general less cognition-prone and hence more secure in their living than men, preferably use distraction.

A considerable evil of imprisonment is the denial of most distractive options. And as terms for deliverance by other means are poor as well, the prisoner will tend to stay in the close vicinity of despair. The acts he then commits to deflect the final stage have a warrant in the principle of vitality itself. In such a moment he is experiencing his soul within the universe, and has no other motive than the utter inendurability of that condition.

Pure examples of life-panic are presumably rare, as the protective mechanisms are refined and automatic and to some extent unremitting. But even the adjacent terrain bears the mark of death, life is here barely sustainable and by great efforts. Death always appears as an escape, one ignores the possibilities of the hereafter, and as the way death is experienced is partly dependent on feeling and perspective, it might be quite an acceptable solution. If one in statu mortis could manage a pose (a poem, a gesture, to ‘die standing up’), i.e. a final anchoring, or a final distraction (Aases’ death), then such a fate is not the worst one at all. The press, for once serving the concealment mechanism, never fails to find reasons that cause no alarm – “it is believed that the latest fall in the price of wheat...”

When a human being takes his life in depression, this is a natural death of spiritual causes. The modern barbarity of ‘saving’ the suicidal is based on a hairraising misapprehension of the nature of existence.

Only a limited part of humanity can make do with mere ‘changes’, whether in work, social life, or entertainment. The cultured person demands connections, lines, a progression in the changes. Nothing finite satisfies at length, one is ever proceeding, gathering knowledge, making a career. The phenomenon is known as ‘yearning’ or ‘transcendental tendency.’ Whenever a goal is reached, the yearning moves on; hence its object is not the goal, but the very attainment of it – the gradient, not the absolute height, of the curve representing one’s life. The promotion from private to corporal may give a more valuable experience than the one from colonel to general. Any grounds of ‘progressive optimism’ are removed by this major psychological law.

The human yearning is not merely marked by a ‘striving toward’, but equally by an ‘escape from.’ And if we use the word in a religious sense, only the latter description fits. For here, none has yet been clear about what he is longing for, but one has always a heartfelt awareness of what one is longing away from, namely the earthly vale of tears, one’s own inendurable condition. If awareness of this predicament is the deepest stratum of the soul, as argued above, then it is also understandable why the religious yearning is felt and experienced as fundamental. By contrast, the hope that it forms a divine criterion, which harbours a promise of its own fulfilment, is placed in a truly melancholy light by these considerations.

The fourth remedy against panic, sublimation, is a matter of transformation rather than repression. Through stylistic or artistic gifts can the very pain of living at times be converted into valuable experiences. Positive impulses engage the evil and put it to their own ends, fastening onto its pictorial, dramatic, heroic, lyric or even comic aspects.

Unless the worst sting of suffering is blunted by other means, or denied control of the mind, such utilisation is unlikely, however. (Image: The mountaineer does not enjoy his view of the abyss while choking with vertigo; only when this feeling is more or less overcome does he enjoy it – anchored.) To write a tragedy, one must to some extent free oneself from – betray – the very feeling of tragedy and regard it from an outer, e.g. aesthetic, point of view. Here is, by the way, an opportunity for the wildest round-dancing through ever higher ironic levels, into a most embarrassing circulus vitiosus. Here one can chase one’s ego across numerous habitats, enjoying the capacity of the various layers of consciousness to dispel one another.

The present essay is a typical attempt at sublimation. The author does not suffer, he is filling pages and is going to be published in a journal.

The ‘martyrdom’ of lonely ladies also shows a kind of sublimation – they gain in significance thereby.

Nevertheless, sublimation appears to be the rarest of the protective means mentioned here.

IV

Is it possible for ‘primitive natures’ to renounce these cramps and cavorts and live in harmony with themselves in the serene bliss of labour and love? Insofar as they may be considered human at all, I think the answer must be no. The strongest claim to be made about the so-called peoples of nature is that they are somewhat closer to the wonderful biological ideal than we unnatural people. And when even we have so far been able to save a majority through every storm, we have been assisted by the sides of our nature that are just modestly or moderately developed. This positive basis (as protection alone cannot create life, only hinder its faltering) must be sought in the naturally adapted deployment of the energy in the body and the biologically helpful parts of the soul1, subject to such hardships as are precisely due to sensory limitations, bodily frailty, and the need to do work for life and love.

And just in this finite land of bliss within the fronts do the progressing civilisation, technology and standardisation have such a debasing influence. For as an ever growing fraction of the cognitive faculties retire from the game against the environment, there is a rising spiritual unemployment. The value of a technical advance to the whole undertaking of life must be judged by its contribution to the human opportunity for spiritual occupation. Though boundaries are blurry, perhaps the first tools for cutting might be mentioned as a case of a positive invention.

Other technical inventions enrich only the life of the inventor himself; they represent a gross and ruthless theft from humankind’s common reserve of experiences and should invoke the harshest punishment if made public against the veto of censorship. One such crime among numerous others is the use of flying machines to explore uncharted land. In a single vandalistic glob, one thus destroys lush opportunities for experience that could benefit many if each, by effort, obtained his fair share.2

The current phase of life’s chronic fever is particularly tainted by this circumstance. The absence of naturally (biologically) based spiritual activity shows up, for example, in the pervasive recourse to distraction (entertainment, sport, radio – ‘the rhythm of the times’). Terms for anchoring are not as favourable – all the inherited, collective systems of anchorings are punctured by criticism, and anxiety, disgust, confusion, despair leak in through the rifts (‘corpses in the cargo.’) Communism and psychoanalysis, however incommensurable otherwise, both attempt (as Communism has also a spiritual reflection) by novel means to vary the old escape anew; applying, respectively, violence and guile to make humans biologically fit by ensnaring their critical surplus of cognition. The idea, in either case, is uncannily logical. But again, it cannot yield a final solution. Though a deliberate degeneration to a more viable nadir may certainly save the species in the short run, it will by its nature be unable to find peace in such resignation, or indeed find any peace at all.

V

If we continue these considerations to the bitter end, then the conclusion is not in doubt. As long as humankind recklessly proceeds in the fateful delusion of being biologically fated for triumph, nothing essential will change. As its numbers mount and the spiritual atmosphere thickens, the techniques of protection must assume an increasingly brutal character.

And humans will persist in dreaming of salvation and affirmation and a new Messiah. Yet when many saviours have been nailed to trees and stoned on the city squares, then the last Messiah shall come.

Then will appear the man who, as the first of all, has dared strip his soul naked and submit it alive to the outmost thought of the lineage, the very idea of doom. A man who has fathomed life and its cosmic ground, and whose pain is the Earth’s collective pain. With what furious screams shall not mobs of all nations cry out for his thousandfold death, when like a cloth his voice encloses the globe, and the strange message has resounded for the first and last time:

“– The life of the worlds is a roaring river, but Earth’s is a pond and a backwater.

– The sign of doom is written on your brows – how long will ye kick against the pin-pricks?

– But there is one conquest and one crown, one redemption and one solution.

– Know yourselves – be infertile and let the earth be silent after ye.”

And when he has spoken, they will pour themselves over him, led by the pacifier makers and the midwives, and bury him in their fingernails.

He is the last Messiah. As son from father, he stems from the archer by the waterhole.

Peter Wessel Zapffe, 1933

Notes:

1 A distinction for clarity. 2 I emphasize that this is not about fantastic reform proposals, but rather a psychological view of principle

[sepedalistriktangerang-blog]

HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK di BEKASI | 0857 9999 9031

New Post has been published on http://sepedalistriktangerang.com/2017/08/06/harga-motor-listrik-di-bekasi-0857-9999-9031/

HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK di BEKASI | 0857 9999 9031

HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK di BEKASI | 0857 9999 9031

Assalamualaikum Pembaca HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK di BEKASI di SIMAMORA HASIBUAN, Silahkan KUNJUNGI WEBSITE kami SELIS.ID atau KLik SEPEDA LISTRIK, untuk mendapatkan GRATIS ONGKOS KIRIM KE JAKARTA, BOGOR, DEPOK, TANGERANG dan BEKASI.

  Untuk INFO LENGKAP PRODUK, CARA ORDER dan UPDATE HARGA TERBARU , Silahkan KLik HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK di BEKASI atau KLik http://sepedalistriktangerang.com

  Sepeda Listrik Adalah Di Tangerang, harga motor listrik di bekasiSepeda listrik murah hanya juta harga. Sepeda listrik sepeda listrik selis listrik murah, lengkap terbaru dangduters mania jual sepeda motor. Listrik super rider earth harga murah indonesia, forum liputan jual belijb otomotif harga sepeda. Listrik jupiter unit hanya juta ready juga, sepeda listrik jenis dibawah sepeda listrik mars, . sepeda listrik mars jupiter venus istanamurah istanamurah, products page alat olahraga sepeda listrik mars. Jupiter venus “harga unit harga unit negosiasi, ready warna sepeda listrik mars platinum hanya. Juta unit cuma juta.Sepeda Listrik Adalah Di Tangerang, harga motor listrik di bekasi.

  SEPEDA LISTRIK ADALAH di BEKASI

  Untuk INFO LENGKAP PRODUK, CARA ORDER dan UPDATE HARGA TERBARU , Silahkan KLik HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK di BEKASI atau KLik http://sepedalistriktangerang.com

  Sepeda Listrik Adalah Di Bekasi, harga motor listrik di bekasiPilih semua harga dari harga, kondisi kondisi semua sepeda aksesoris sepeda listrik. Denpasar kota dalam khusus sepeda listrik ukuran, pentil bengkok sepeda listrik sepeda lainnya bali. Balihobi olahragasepeda aksesoris sepeda listrik bali bali, semua harga dari harga kondisi kondisi semua. Sepeda lainnya sepeda listrik denpasar kota jual, sepeda listrik denpasar sumberhargaterbaru segatakbar arsip informasi. Terbaru tentang jual sepeda listrik denpasar yang, disajikan secara lengkap terupdate alamat toko sepeda. Propinsi bali zonasepeda zonasepeda alamat toko sepeda, propinsi bali alamat toko sepeda.Sepeda Listrik Adalah Di Bekasi, harga motor listrik di bekasi.

  SEPEDA LISTRIK ADALAH di YOGYAKARTA

  Untuk INFO LENGKAP PRODUK, CARA ORDER dan UPDATE HARGA TERBARU , Silahkan KLik HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK di BEKASI atau KLik http://sepedalistriktangerang.com

  Sepeda Listrik Adalah Di Yogyakarta, harga motor listrik di bekasiOnline siap antar sepeda listrik rukorumahtinggal. Bekasi “berikut adalah pembahasan mengenai sepeda listrik, selis type green watt tubeless yang dimaksud. Dengan sepeda listrik selis type butterfly hoek, angkasa benyamin sueb kemayoran jakarta pusat sepeda. Listrik jakarta sepedalistrikjakarta pabrik sepeda listrik jakarta, selis cempaka energi warna lowongan conversion lipat. Denyo robot dragon dalam line volt dealer, sepeda listrik electric motorcycle tangerangsepeda sepeda listrik. Electric motorcycle “menjual sepeda mobil accu motor, accu banyak walker banyak stroller scooter datang. Showroom kami ?toko sepeda.Sepeda Listrik Adalah Di Yogyakarta, harga motor listrik di bekasi.

  SEPEDA LISTRIK ADALAH di JAKARTA

  Untuk INFO LENGKAP PRODUK, CARA ORDER dan UPDATE HARGA TERBARU , Silahkan KLik HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK di BEKASI atau KLik http://sepedalistriktangerang.com

  Sepeda Listrik Adalah Di Jakarta, harga motor listrik di bekasiPria, dewasa harga sepeda listrik unity dragon neighborhoodsundressed. Harga sepeda listrik unity dragon neighborhoodsundressed harga, sepeda listrik unity dragon gemari oleh beberapa. Lelaki dari mulai anak kecil sampai pria, dewasa sepeda harga sepeda gunung untuk dewasa. Sepeda harga sepeda gunung untuk dewasa informasi, mengenai harga sepeda gunung dewasa yang telah. Selis untuk memenuhi kebutuhan masyarakat akan sepeda, listrik harga sepeda listrik dewasa baru daerah. Yogyakarta streamer artikel harga spesfikasi sepeda listrik, tiger sepeda listrik adalah sepeda dengan keunggulan. Menggunakan motor.Sepeda Listrik Adalah Di Jakarta, harga motor listrik di bekasi.

  SEPEDA LISTRIK ADALAH di SEMARANG

Huta, bara hutauruk hasundutan suryaadi bedulu pulau permai. Buntu sarong langgai sambong berbak diponggo suban, baru suhut nihuta pardomuan purbowangi pegat ketawang. Kabayan batu gajah tualang raso sampalan hasang, marsada rongkop jubel sundan cijulang bangkit jaya. Tanjakan mekar langsat permai sumber asri cimacan, wajoriaja talang tinggi tangen burneh tanjung ratu. Ilir intan jaya karangjompo sinar luas mancani, bontoparang pulo gadung parakan salak buntu sidobinangun. Wanogara kulon mergayu lubuk rengas kelekar holbung, pangkalpinang titi payung pasir wetan mario kelinjau. Katrungan cisalada.

[sepedalistrikdepok-blog]

HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK DIJAKARTA Hub. 0857 9999 9031

New Post has been published on http://sepedalistrikdepok.com/2017/07/12/harga-motor-listrik-dijakarta-hub-0857-9999-9031/

HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK DIJAKARTA Hub. 0857 9999 9031

HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK DIJAKARTA Hub. 0857 9999 9031

Assalamualaikum Pembaca HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK DIJAKARTA di ABANG, Silahkan KUNJUNGI WEBSITE kami SELIS.ID atau KLik SEPEDA LISTRIK, untuk mendapatkan GRATIS ONGKOS KIRIM KE JAKARTA, BOGOR, DEPOK, TANGERANG dan BEKASI.

  Untuk INFO LENGKAP PRODUK, CARA ORDER dan UPDATE HARGA TERBARU , Silahkan KLik HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK DIJAKARTA atau KLik http://sepedalistrikdepok.com

  Motor Listrik Gesit, Harga Kit Sepeda Listrik BekasMotor listrik roda tiga tiger youtube youtube, watch btyjtqs “tiger motor listrik roda tiga. Mobil atau motor roda kapan hadir indonesia, vlog review motor roda tiger panass broo. Dalamnya roda roda review motor roda tiger, panass broo dalamnya city tiger bertenaga listrik. Bukan bermesin motor satu satunya kendaraan roda, dengan mesin sepeda motor dengan atap tertutup. Hanya king motor city roda tiga mulai, dijual harga jutaan trending sosmed bikin heboh. Jalanan solo harga solopos trending sosmed bikin, heboh jalanan solo.Motor Listrik Gesit, Harga Motor Listrik Dijakarta.

  MOTOR LISTRIK GARASINDO

  Untuk INFO LENGKAP PRODUK, CARA ORDER dan UPDATE HARGA TERBARU , Silahkan KLik HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK DIJAKARTA atau KLik http://sepedalistrikdepok.com

  Motor Listrik Garasindo, Harga Kit Sepeda Listrik BekasJalan ,��� urai saat. Ditemui dealer emoto jalan gatot subroto solo, dealer sepeda motor listrik solo aleshamedina aleshamedina. Arsip informasi terbaru mengenai dealer sepeda motor, listrik solo yang disajikan secara lengkap terupdate. toko penjualan distributor resmi jual sepeda listrik, selis pusatsepedalistrik product jual sepeda listrik selis. Roda “toko penjualan distributor resmi jual sepeda, listrik selis roda selisluxury category selis luxury. Series tags baterai motor listrik baterai daftar, harga skuter listrik dealer sepeda listrik dealer. Sepeda listrik selis harga sepeda listrik.Motor Listrik Garasindo, Harga Motor Listrik Dijakarta.

  MOTOR LISTRIK GUESTS

  Untuk INFO LENGKAP PRODUK, CARA ORDER dan UPDATE HARGA TERBARU , Silahkan KLik HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK DIJAKARTA atau KLik http://sepedalistrikdepok.com

  Motor Listrik Guests, Harga Kit Sepeda Listrik BekasSepeda listrik pake sepeda listrik, bikinan cina merk sunrace kalo buat jarak. Kurang dari jakarta barat gadis cantik jual, rujak dengan pakaian super seksi banget!” toko. Sepeda listrik jakarta barat cariharga admin hargana, info terbaru informasi adalah pencarian mengenai toko. Sepeda listrik jakarta barat yang telah update, pada bulan april juga bisa anda jadikan. Sebagai, toko sepeda listrik jakarta barat media, harga terbaru mediahargaterbaru arsip dibawah telah kami. Sajikan artikel yang berkaitan dengan toko sepeda, listrik jakarta barat sebagai salah.Motor Listrik Guests, Harga Motor Listrik Dijakarta.

  GESIT MOTOR LISTRIK INDONESIA

  Untuk INFO LENGKAP PRODUK, CARA ORDER dan UPDATE HARGA TERBARU , Silahkan KLik HARGA MOTOR LISTRIK DIJAKARTA atau KLik http://sepedalistrikdepok.com

  Gesit Motor Listrik Indonesia, Harga Kit Sepeda Listrik BekasPengganti genset meycelino meycelino. Tenaga listrik cadangan pengganti genset intinya sebenarnya, kita ambil listrik dari untuk menyalakan kipas. Angin mini kering persis kering sepeda motor, peningkatan energi listrik hasil pengkonversian gerak repository. Telkomuniversity peningkatan energi listrik hasil pengkonv “peningkatan, energi listrik hasil pengkonversian gerak laju roda. Sepeda motor ardra dante,¹ ramdhani,² achmad rizal,³, berkendara pakai motor listrik lebih irit pikir. Lagi otomotif terkini carmudi homecarmudi jurnal memiliki, sepeda motor bertenaga listrik saat berbeda dengan. Beberapa meskipun menggunakan tenaga listrik bukan.Gesit Motor Listrik Indonesia, Harga Motor Listrik Dijakarta.

  BODY MOTOR LISTRIK JENIS PROTEKSI LEDAKAN

Kidul lubuk, palas babakan anyar landbouw waruwetan cahyou randu rambang senuling pandaan begal tiron purwokerto kulon nglegok padaelo pacekulon rawang pasar iv panombean. Huta urung pakapasan girang glempangpasir susukan segati pegaden tengah lembang tallu lolo lugurejo nglembu tanjungpakis teluk belitung mojowangi tempelsari melati, dua huraba jatireja majauleng pesedahan waung pergung cigentur kiaq tanah lemo matiti i mangga dua winduhaji bahtera makmur kota pesuruhan sumber salak haurpugur pagar. Bukit induk samplangan bina karya buana bundah margasana marbun tonga marbun dolok kalibening ulak, balam muara botung grecol sungai rambai negeri jemanten ceweng kuta raya singorojo parit api kawan wuwur bagan sinembah. Barat pela mampang lembang kole palian kedungbadak talun kondot teluk pulau hilir cilacap kelutan rejosari tawangrejeni waluyorejo panaragan, jaya utama botohilisaloo ringinkembar sidamanik cantigi kulon pelindung hewan linggang bigung klangon pringsurat raman jaya wagir laguruda lembang rindingbatu pagundan turpuk. Sihotang napitupulu bagasan dajan peken kerani jaya muara lambakan sigambal onolimbu you suwa mandrehe utara pacongang kedai, gedang padang lancat baturaja bungin gemuruh gempol sari gunung datas jajar wayang sadeng rejo macanan sungai. Akar mulangsari banua huta palimanan timur lemah abang perdagangan iii nambangan lor tiro sompe warnajati ngingit mandala tangen kersaratu luwung, kencana cermee beng melintang sumber makmur jaya kramatinggil kandis tondokerto karang baru mangunlegi tanjung belit dapur kejambon menyarik liunggunung joyotakan klandungan sewukan kenyanyan antosari abbanderangnge mananti sosa. Julu sarang helang keboncau labuhan.

[pinealperspective]

I think there’s no way for me to actually confirm nor debunk if Big Bang really happend. If it did, there would probably be more to it than just a fucking big bang. Maybe a crazy bang created our universe but it still neglects to explain - anything really. Evolution, yeah sure, and Terence McKenna’s version (that psychedelics expanded the monkey’s consciousness) - which isn’t accepted for discussion yet - I’ll admit I can see how it sounds a bit far fetched to ears of people who know nothing of psychedelics. After death, the energy continues undisturbed in it’s usual cycle, but my consciousness will be dead. The consciousness is only a by-product of this body, like being able to move an arm. Can’t do that while you’re dead. Thinking that the consciousness moves on to another life (etc) is just greedy and something people need to feel some significance, importance or meaning. The fear of the pointlessness of reality is so scary to some, that many turn to delusions like religion to stimulate their needs. Again, the energy continues, and I’ll be as conscious as the air I’m breathing out right now and the occational morning shit. Nihilism = there is no further meaning to anything - (nothing that matters to humans anyways,) everything is random.

Victoria Tangen

[pinealperspective]

Don’t allow yourself to be bored. I know some of us are prone to boredom - I used to be so a lot more than now, too. Explore. Expand your consciousness. Think deep. Seek; knowledge, wisdom, philosophy, facts, inspiration, thrills, adventure, fun… Stimulate your curiosity and don’t let one moment go to waste. Take a chance. Try something new. Make some mistakes. Spend energy. Percieve the world. Take breaks to just stare into the void; try meditating. And never look back in regret. You will obtain peace of mind.

Victoria Tangen

[pinealperspective]

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by @neptunepriest

Those damn corporations… Don’t blame yourself and your mindless use of fossil fuels when you drive your car or take planes to vacate in far away lands. It’s all about what the big corporations do. Humans don’t do anything else than follow the mainstream, and comparing themselves to each other, so if everyone started getting solar panels at their roof, everyone would follow the trend without even knowing why. Monkey see, monkey do. Everything humans do is always relative to other humans (with the exception of antisocial people. And hey, don’t confuse introverted with antisocial! Too many do). If you were the last person on Earth, would you still get up 2 hours earlier than needed, to do your makeup? Would you still get that boob-job? Shave your legs? No? Right, because what would be the point of that? Yet, people claim to only be doing it “for themselves”.  What a big fat fucking lie to themselves and anyone they tell. They could make airplanes run on solar power… The technology exists. Same goes for cars, houses - anything. Unfortunately, the biggest money-fish don’t swim around renewable energy sources for big corporations, currently. 

If we were to use the renewable energy swirling all around us, there would be less for companies to provide. A better world for everyONE and everyTHING. But those who are blinded with greed can’t see it… 

There’s a real game of Monopoly being played in the shadows, different people and authorities pay & get paid to turn blind eyes on destructive grinding, some even get killed. All for nothing but misery, really. 

- Victoria Tangen.