A quarter mile behind us, Stan paused among the fields in the starlight, in the posture of somebody who had a pounding hangover or was trying to fit his head back onto his neck. But it wasn't just his head, it was all of him that had been cut off and thrown away. No wonder he didn't hear or speak, no wonder he didn't have anything to do with words. Everything along those lines was used up.
How does someone locate their nature or see it on display?
Am I trying to amputate a ghosted limb or half-formed tail or am I trying to find something to lean against in support of my missing leg, which I was born without?
Why do I feel so stuck and hesitant and broken, where the feathery caress of someone else is concerned?
Does Nick Cave accept his partner farting or do they go to separate wings of their palace to relieve themselves?
Money. Is a gas. Or so the song goes but round here it's more like an orchid or a cloudless sky or an easy smile. When did I forget to save for tomorrow? Because I'm not sure there will be a tomorrow but I have given up my badge of hedonism and so have the mentality of a stoic with the praxis of a teenager.
Was it The Inconvenient Truth, my first exposure to the doom narrative which pulls taut the vocal chords of an ally and turns a worthy discussion into a bout? Ever deep dived on the other story? Objectivity is the art of ignoring irritating voices.
I found a woman. Not like that. I found her as a reminder from the queen of magic, the lady of Chaos, sir (unknighted) Gordon White in his quarterly Geo-politics update, which ring in my ears for weeks after I hear any of them. Prophecy, divination and forecasting, silhouetted against the blinding backdrop of some European city, some time in the next three years becoming, for an instant, a diorama of the sun. If the sun even is nuclear, which the electric universe model and plasma physics have something to say about. But why is this relevant? Catherine Austin Fitts.
I imagine she could smoke Mike Tyson under the table and out conspiracy Alex Jones, while in the plumes of medical grade she crunches the numbers of just how fucked over the disciples of unlife like an economy to be.
Did you know Paris was once fully powered by falling water?
“[A]mong the smaller industrial purposes for which the air motors are used in Paris, I find the driving of lathes for metal and wood, of circular saws, drills, polishing machines, and many others. They are also used in the workshops of carpenters, joiners and cabinet-makers, of smiths, of umbrella makers, of collar-makers, of bookbinders, and naturally in a great many places where sewing machines are used, both by dressmakers, tailors, and shoemakers, from the smallest to the largest scale.” F.E. Idell, in 1892
It's called a Trompe. Isothermic air is captured in large tanks, several hundred feet below and slightly adjacent to a dam, creating a near endless supply of cold, pressurised air. This can be used with pneumatic tools, like espresso machines, air conditioners, trams and drills. Apparently a TV manufacturer in the 30's bought out the remaining equipment after the system was scrapped. Sustainable flow, or syntropy, is not quite the vibe the overwatchers get down with.
Bill Mollison talks about the Trompe system, in the Permcaulture course on Udemy. Careful, he doesn't give a shit about you and your flags.
Catherine Austin Fitts. And Richard Werner!
Banks, apparently an ecology still to be pastured and studied, don't give loans from deposits, nor do they create money via multiple deposit expansion but rather generate it in the form of credit.
'The question is considered why the economics profession has failed over most of the past century to make any progress concerning knowledge of the monetary system...' from Richard Werner's, A lost century in economics: Three theories of banking and the conclusive evidence, a study into what banks actually do and where money comes from.
Banks make it up. I've heard dreadlocked, bong toking, bush doof ravers say that. Through discerning lending from local banks, an economy develops.
Did you know that none of the 14 countries with IMF loans have reached developed status? Exploitation of another's resources is now also a trap, that smaller fish fall into, laid by the big fish who laugh their way to the sank.
Why do Dad's become proficient in puns? Puns explain the world, through misdirection and entendre, in a way that direct speech presents without a sense of humour thus dismembering the absurdity component essential to the explanation. Expletives and hair pulling just don't cut it. There's a subtle one in there for ya'.
Catherine Austin Fitts.
I'm like a subliminal PR firm. Try get her out of your head now.
6 Million dollars. Over eleven years, Catherine spent 6 million dollars in litigation against a public-private partnership to defame her. They were unsuccessful. Because Catherine understands the benefit of a colonic, sorry an audit, and that clean hands contrast way better with bloody ones.
At what point does a self-proclaimed recovering lazy person find a cause worthy of his under exercised talents? The Gospel of Thomas says,
'If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.'
So, how does someone locate their nature or see it on display? I have scholarly inclinations and athletic inclinations and aesthetic inclinations and pop culture inclinations. I have an awkward way of loving and I have a soothing caress. I have financial ambitions and anarchistic perspectives. I want to master a craft and I want to be approved of, 'if you seek to be a writer for any other reason than a love of the craft, it will destroy you.' (not verbatim) Chuck Palahniuk, speaking on his Mentor's sentiment. I want to be an exceptional uncle, brother, son, friend and lover while also tackling the world's problems, compete in Jiu Jitsu, perform a poetic musical with a live band, write a fantasy series, practice Christianity (in a way that ticks all my pagan, magical pre-requisites), be a good employee, build a family home, and have an edible garden. Is my nature, then, dispersed?
Scientists discover a gene responsible for Algae to make use of nitrogen in the air, paving the way for cheaper fertilisers. I have to imagine that, this team of well educated, well meaning labourers, hasn't ever read or heard any of Dr. Christine Jones’ work.
Staples, too, will make use of airborne nitrogen. The missing ingredient isn't a new additive to our farming land, a new gene therapy. It's actually not enough time within any discipline to listen to the experts in the field, who spend time in fields, and their interviews on obscure podcasts.
Dr. Christine Jones, and all of the people she references, know about forests and grasslands and kelp. They, well she mainly, as far as I have investigated, are aware that nitrogenase is synthesised in the roots of quorum satisfied, microbially secure plants in cohorts of multiple species. No need for expensive research, just plant multiple species together.
Bjorn Lomborg annoys me. He talks about the deep economic issues that will result from farmer's not having enough access to nitrogen fertilisers, in line with the doom narrative and its economic policies. Good. Go without N. While you're at it, ditch the P and K, too.
Competition, ecologically speaking, happens between species of a kind or those who vie for the same ecological niche. By introducing a cohort of species to a monocrop, you start to give each individual plant what it needs. Which is not more pills prescribed by big pharma, sorry more fertilisers distributed by big ag. It's a local community, thriving with diversity.
There has been a 98% reduction in farming profits going back to farmers over the last twenty odd years. Consolidation. Monopoly.
Ever played Monopoly deal? The card version of the famous anarchist game? Brutal. More fast paced. Appropriate for the times.
In the first quarter of last year, Coles made 400% on the previous year of the same quarter. $6 for Cadbury block. $24 per kg of chicken. $8 pomellos.
Catherine Austin Fitts.
No received text. Dangerous Writing is a style of minimalism devised by Tom Spanbauer, Chuck Palahniuks mentor. One of the tenets (In fact they are all fantastic and worth the look up) is 'no received text', don't utilise any phrasing that slips off the tongue just as the reader slips off the phrase itself, i.e. clichés.
Something I find a little domineering in how some of us discuss ideas today is the wholesale, fire sale, deceased estate dismissal of non conventional takes on any particular subject, due to the supposed character faults of the people who voice these non conventional takes. It is a psychic filtering of data based on sentiment ideals which leans into the kind of fascistic practice of burning books. A sentiment ideal is a standardised emotive practice or pedagogical stance and by its nature is something that collapses a chaotic and discerning mind to the ordered and judging mind. They also receive reissue many times a year, depending on whoever is the self appointed official distributor. Some are glossy, some are matte but all carry the preferred social/political or cultural/religious aesthetic of the distributor.
Sometimes I just hear interesting information, a compelling story and through which I capture another degree of nuance to a story that doesn't serve to be universalised or become a bubble. The Human story is a landscape, an ecology, a garble of cooperation and competition and complacenecy all vying for a quorum of microbial subsistence. And just like an ecology, there are niches to be filled, within the context of climate, topography, soil profile, seed availability, rainfall and sun aspect. Nature does not discriminate on who can fill a niche and neither does the Human story. Understanding is not condoning. I, myself, hate Agapanthus but they provide excellent hold of land that floods and they are ubiquituous in a land not of their birth. Props to them. I understand the Agapanthus. If you don't like them, but filtering their roots out of the soil seems like a fucking drag, then just keep cutting off the seed head, introduce something to fill the niche and over time the Agapanthus will be replaced. But that’s preference. The niche will be filled. Understanding does not have to presuppose a course of action. I understand that certain ideals mean particular things but so what? Those who do not learn from the mistakes of the past are doomed to repeat them, so instead of cutting off understanding at the legs and only allowing it to hobble along, inculcate the twisting, snaking, mushroom fruiting, seed-pod-inside-fruit dropping ecology of Humanity.
You ever fuck with the flower of life? It is this mandala of interlocking circles, perfectly balanced. Now, while there is an unbroken lineage of inter-connection, any one circle only needs to be two degrees of separation away from another to share nothing in the immediate. And if you're on opposite sides of the pattern, whose to say what features are reflected across such a distance?
The expectation that circles three or more degrees of separation from you share your ideals, is ignoring the ecological implications of sharing a grand narrative.
It is easy to overwhelm a field, a pasture or a forest floor with foreign seeds and create an immediate preference toward the foreigner. Exotic vigour is demonstrated by the foreigner, who grows at a rapid rate, relative to where it came from. The seed bank becomes simplified with the blanketing of this foreigner’s seed and less of what grew before, grows now. It is a simplifying of the biodiversity.
Humans, too, lose access to a seed bank of imagination, when ideals from outside your ecology flood in and blanket the forest floor. We lose the strange and singular, the mutagenic apparatus of cultural expression. It becomes homogenised, a plantation of self-appointed climax species.
And also the place becomes a needy ecology, which had an open niche needing filling. The niche will be filled, but by whom? Yet over a long enough time horizon, the area will rediversify, having now filled a niche and likely be all the better for it. Within every filled niche, is another opportunity. Because a limb from old growth might fall and trample a bramble of blackberries, creating a spot where fungi can inhabit the limb, conditioning the soils immediately around it and creating opportunities for dormant seeds or travelling seeds to take root.
And falling limbs also destroy orchids.
Ecologies are not safe. Nor are fields of Human thought. Nor are Human beings.
Ryan Dickinson