In the style of AA
In the style of ACA
There is a solution
For the Behemoth, I mean
For the addiction to privilege, I mean
For the fixation on hoarding wealth, I mean
For the drive to other, to dominate, to enslave others and hide our insecurities behind grandiosity, I mean
For the compulsion to cause harm, to numb our pain and dissociate from what is, I mean
The Solution is to give way to the inner landscape¹
I don’t mean “work hard to dismantle the existing concentration² camp inside you and inside me so that the oppressive system we are in collapses”
I simply mean: “stop maintaining it”
Architecture is so easily perishable; swallowed by its surroundings unless it’s carefully and continuously maintained
So don’t.
Quietly quit.
Do less conservation work for the Behemoth.
Step aside and allow the jungle to take over.
All that takes a lot less effort than you think.
Even less.
A third of that.
At least, that's what I got told by my Mother of the Remedies, my Mother Mayahuel, my Water Mother in early January through the dance.
The more I ponder over it, the more I see the inner landscape reclaiming space and the more I sense the instruction "do less, a third of that" is not solely intended for me.
As I step aside and pause my workaholic drives for a minute, I see the inner landscape reclaiming space. Organically shaping spirals and waves, crafting interdependence and making more than enough room for my thoughts and emotions.
Then the real “work” becomes waiting to be called to intervene directly, growing my patience chops and redirecting my focus and energy towards more delightful ways to abdicate over and over.
Only then that my spiritbodymind’s refusal to operate under the conditions imposed by the Behemoth makes perfect sense.³
In the concentration camp, I find myself in a hut near the outskirts, barely interacting with anyone, surviving thanks to the charity of my relations who, despite venturing inside the Behemoth, don’t forget about me and help me stay alive to irrigate my vicinity.
I'm not hiding but I'm not desperately trying to be visible. Attracting too much attention can be dangerous for someone in my position inside the concentration camp. I feel that those who are meant to seek and see me will seek and see me. I just need to transmit and make sure this voice is out there.
To do that I root⁴ myself so I can manage the daily rising fear that screams at me: where is the money?!?!? where is the fucking money?!?!? how are we going to survive?!?!?
When those fears rise, I shift my attention to notice that today I have food, shelter and clothes. I remind myself that if I didn’t I would be willing to ask for help.
Because survival is insufficient
All the nonsense that competes for my attention, all the schemes outsourced by the Behemoth want me to forget about that.
So I remind myself again and again: survival is insufficient.
A friend teaches me about the importance of pumpussity. We need pumpussity. I need pumpussity.
Because survival is insufficient
Another friend tells me about the swifts that visit her by her house and the lush spring awakening she watches during a car drive from work; her attention is engulfed by the wonders of the evergreen.
Because survival is insufficient
I have a budget of 500 MXN (28 USD, 23 GBP) for the entire month of May and that means I have 100 MXN (5.6 USD, 4.5 GBP) available to go to Chalma and that’s not even enough to leave the house. I use razor-sharp attention and shave all the extras and the distractions so I can exist both in the now, in what is and also in the desire to mingle with the waters of that place. Then I see the line, pum pum pumpussity on the way there. Singing and dancing with my father Tezcatlipoca and my mother Tlazolteotl await me because survival is insufficient.
All those examples illustrate the somewhat silent “no, thank you”; the gentle stepping down from the maintenance team of the Behemoth.
Let the architecture be reclaimed. Let us find more and more artistic ways to waltz ourselves out of the way and allow the takeover.
Because survival is insufficient⁵
I am sure I heard that phrase before elsewhere, however, Dr. Lyla June is the one who incepted it successfully to me thanks to this talk.
Bro. Dr. Heru Khuti denotes the USA as the greatest concentration camp there has been. I expand that notion to include in that concentration camp the global south and the rest of the global north. The USA is but a minor sector of that camp.
Been chronicfatiguing since late 2016.
When I think about rooting myself, I get the image of the “enhanced people” (like Agashi) of this anime.
I first noticed that phrase in Station Eleven but it is not originally from that show. It comes from Star Trek.
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