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Title: Until The Sun Leaves Author: Rhiza Stirning Date: June 13 2021 Language: en Topics: spirituality, nature, Ecology, drugs, revolution, joy, psychedelics Source: Until The Sun Leaves 2021
Until the sun leaves, we live in abundance of nutrients.
This is the schema of our immortality, that is how we are mortals, our
mortal existence in "until".
I can't make us feel what the earth has to say, we can only relay its
message to each other through the forcible flow of power to the
imagination.
Infinity is the process of finitude fracturing itself into becoming
itself. And finitude is the degree of multiple infinities, observed in
their intense becomings.
We are infinite creating the finite -- totality is a verb we move into
creation.
We're here to create this place.
This paradise on Earth, the immediate experimental associations of
utopia.
The process completes itself once we recognize we are the process which
creates itself.
The circle is complete, we draw it.
As Terence McKenna said the mushroom said "Man is Time. Time is Man.
What you call time, we call man." Our problem is our time, where we
endlessly feel it is stripped from us, suppressed from us, when we have
the power to make the moment eternal.
Exactly. Revolution is inevitable when we decide we are another point in
the circle of all movement. When we recognize we have no choice but to
move—not in a "go fast" sense, but move with direction towards our rest,
towards dreaming, towards dreaming awake.
Immediately—past and before all mediation. We declare our energy.
Immediately, we declare our energy.
Saying no is not just saying no, it is affirming yourself. Putting your
foot down to reclaim our connection with red soil - red earth, again.
We don't become anything, we already are it the moment we declare. We
become becoming itself. Endless Being in itself, perceived as paradox.
Becoming through parallax.
The moment we declare, the moment we affirm our desire in totality: that
is our power.
The source of energy precedes form, our consciousness precedes our
movement into becoming a brain-machine. Damage of your brain will never
damage your spirit because you can't damage what has no form, you cannot
damage energy, only suppress it. This is the function of the system, to
turn us into zombies. Our tools for tuning into our soul are taken away
from us, told to be unreal, not based in physical reality enough.
We always return.
Through sublimation of the stasis of the stone, in unity of love.
The point at which suffering begins is where we try to intellectualize
joy. It's never something we produce. It's not in our brains.
Production is what we are told we do, but we generate, we create
patterns through the flows of machinery. Patterning, generating,
manifestation of unconscious desire is where joy lives.
Psychedelia is life itself experiencing.
God laughs, Man breathes through their nose.
Man breathes through their nose, and a slow smile emerges...
We observe ourselves observing, and here comes the punchline.
Joy is not a commodity, it does not need to go through a process of
mediation to become something. Suffering is what is produced, joy is
from desire itself before the instance of suffering pointed towards a
spatiotemporal location of self.
You can produce your unconscious while you are awake. It is when you are
most primed to do, in fact. Awakeness is where real dreams can be
materialized.
To imagine, to dream, to envision, is to crash waves upon the mountain
of the Real.
To communize, to procedurally generate new associations through the
cracks of the System. To experiment, to probe the cavity of life and
find hidden pleasures.
You're only home insofar as where you recognize it. Death and sleep are
other doors. We are not doomed to repeat this, but liberated to live
through the process of becoming again if we recognize it. We are
connected through the struggle to win, in being against stasis, for
joyous becoming.
Everyone connected outside the limits imposed on us are called
"schizophrenic, lazy, communist weirdos."
Capitalism keeps the lid on nature and its chemicals which awaken us. It
labels DMT as a drug, as harmful, when it is the backbone of what gives
us consciousness.
Capitalism totalizes the perception of healing through conversation with
plant hallucinogens as only "taking" a drug, cementing the dissonant
thought that the abundance of God on Earth is only an input of a corrupt
file, negating plant consciousness.
We are denied the legal permission of "drug taking" because the system
of racism is tied into anti-intellectualism. Our hallucinogens are
stripped from us to keep us passive and label coerced passitivity as
"being dumb", because the "uncivilized savages" who "take drugs" are
coping with this war on all fronts, and must be kept from uprising.
The War on Drugs is a war on the global majority, waged by White
Supremacy, because the function of the System has always been to
associate Blackness with stupidity, for The House Negro to "not be like
those other negros", to keep us from recognizing utopian paradises of
boundless imaginations and loves are possible and real, to keep us
passive, and to label this passivity as being stupid in defining and
describing the schizophrenizing processes which happen to us.
What deprives us of our soul is the problem.
What strips us of our passions, experiences, desires, feelings, and
escapes are the problem.
What forces you to be tired is the problem, not your tiredness itself.
We awaken when we're simply tired of suffering.
Wakefulness is your aim. We are confronted with dreamless sleep, when we
dream we can awaken.
That energy is never gone, just systematically suppressed.
We are like a child separated from their parent. Our silver cord to the
spiritual womb is cut and we can dream of feeling the Divine's warm
embrace. The monotony of daily life is what separates us.
Speak with a tree. It's easier to fall into the despair of recognizing
our relationship with the planet when we ignore their call for
conversing with us.
She calls, you are she.
We are the land, return us. The self must become explicitly conscious,
affirmatively known beyond this implicit unconscious reference.
You feel it in your bones because nature wants you to put your feet in
the dirt and feel mycelial conscious again before it is gone.
Commune with the mycelial network.
Commune with the beauty of boundless autonomy.
Commune with flow of the invariance, the unsung, and sing love again.
Nature prevails. There is no longer time for despair. We have nothing
left but to be optimistic.
We should recognize the possibility that if our relationship with the
earth is irreparable, then Karma is going to happen to us regardless.
We're going to die, but death is not the worst that can happen. This war
waged on all fronts suppressing true, Creative life is the worst that is
happening. This suppression of communion with all, with the Being
totalized through our becoming, is the worst that is happening.
The spirit of nature will live even if material nature is dead.
Inspiration never leaves, it is only suppressed—tuned out.
Until the sun leaves, we live in abundance of nutrients.
Consciousness is our song sung through love. Danced to in our world of
pleasures, in experience, life forces itself to be lived intensely.
The process completes itself once we recognize we are the process which
creates itself.
Revolution is an inevitability of life affirming itself.