Return to the New Age Bubble
I've been out of the western world for a spell, traveled many lands, experienced many cultures. I was living a nomadic life, as the tribes people of central asia, australia and many parts of the world lived for generations before institutional empires grew around them, defining the futility of resistance over the slow years to come.
Now, sure enough I wasn't staying in primitive tents (most of the time) however the long walk of the ancients still rose through me and projected outward.
I was a free spirit, sleeping where I was accepted, although never mentally labeling my hosts as a free inkeep; instead I would look to what I required more than a good night's rest: The necessity of company.
Without any kind of temporary mechanical or electrical device to distract me from troubling human thoughts, stress and weakness; I would be forced to embrace company, not as a conditioned endurance as it has become in western sociality, but as a mental necessity and refreshment when traveling the lonesome road.
I would embrace everyone as a good friend, without attempting to cover myself in a happy glowing cloak to appease the gift of shelter, but to genuinely thrive upon a true meaningful conversation with another human being after roaming many tiresome lengths of land.
After a while I would do this without thinking, I was glowing to have company, I was emotional to feel human interaction. This part of the journey was an experiment, a view through a window of what social interactions used to be like.
With the sharing of company - trading real stories, speaking freely and inhibitionless, brewing wisdom; It soon became apparent that we are all the same, it's just in the lifestyle and era that we endure, we have closed ourselves to this immensely large and powerful support group.
Upon reentering the new-age realm after a year apart, my body filled with a mixture of anxiety and disappointment, anxiety for the tolerable hardships of my return.
disappointment knowing that I was walking back inside the bubble that consists of a senseless ignorant waste of everything.
Labels are horrible.
At first it confused me, the muslim riots were news all over the western world media;
what confused me was my emotion when a friend asked me a question during a reuniting local tavern patronage.
I was asked if I think a war is coming due to what had been seen on the TV news.
I started to reply calmly and politely, I began to raise my voice without noticing,
I rapidly became emotional without consciously triggering the action.
My company asked me to lower my voice, I wasnt even aware that I raised it. I had changed in the last year, to that it was evident.
I was annoyed at the labels, the barrage of information that hits our minds on a daily basis, creating synapses in our brains that are very difficult to break down and reconnect.
Like being under constant suppressing gunfire, unable to move to a more strategic position, even if you know that you really should.
The media is sensationalized because they know what information gets people's attention, this attention is what gives them money and makes the media shareholders happy, which in turn enables the media bigwigs to buy themselves another boat or plane in order to simply gloat to their bigwig competitive buddies.
I digress.
Media thinktanks use all the existing western age cultural preconditions and assumptions as ammunition for their suppressing fire.
These preconditions and assumptions are born from empirical constitutions that have a nasty byproduct of isolating and alianating our fellow humans.
People who practice Muslim faith are people who follow a religion. White Australians can practice the Muslim faith if they choose.
Muslim people aren't all middle eastern people just as all western people arent christian.
Religion is an empirical constitution that breeds isolated communities.
In saying this, it also welcomes sharing, loving (in one way), and giving; sometimes this isn't all from the heart, being a slave to an empirical power means you do things for the power above all else, above self thought and emotions sometimes.
During my travels I was victim to muslim extremist attacks frequently through many countries, they were attacks of religious virtues which I had never experienced from my well known christian brethren.
these attacks were not of violence, slander or disrespect; They were attacks of selfless giving, ensuring I was well fed, safe, had more than adequate shelter;
and consistently reassuring open arm welcomeness and happiness.
These people would go out of their way to ensure this at every step of my journey,
they were people from countries that contain a high percentage of people who actively practice Muslim faith (see how I worded this?).
Within the borders of Iran, Turkey and Indonesia; there was the greatest portrayal by far of the most accommodating culture upon strangers that I had ever experienced in my life.
People of Muslim faith take their religion seriously, I believe extremism can work both ways; the ying yang of a very serious belief.
The ambivalence of christianity seems quite different to this.
The people who attended these riots who passionately burnt flags and harassed riot police could possibly, on their way home after having a good yell about beheading the people of a country that hosts an author who exploited freedom of speech to trigger hate;
may actually walk home from this event and pick up a homeless person of any racial complexion off the street and feed him to full health.
I'm not saying this happened, but after my experience in countries that are labeled as 'muslim extremist danger zones' I wouldnt rule this act of selfless humanity out.
If you are so obsessed with someone, you would do anything to please him/her, thankfully the said someone made a list of rules for things not to do in the said person's name.
It's like having a girlfriend who is the most beautiful woman in the world, her power over you is immense, without you even contemplating the command she can manipulate you into doing anything she wants; controlling the testosterone pumping through your system - although there is a list of specific things that she will never command anyone to do.
The problem with this is, this girlfriend has other boyfriends who you don't know about,
one of the other boyfriends sometimes misinterprets the good deeded command, perhaps he just misheard the request, or perhaps the other boyfriend suffers from a psychological disorder where he hears voices inspiring hate - instead of a request for a cup of tea.
This is a little off track I guess, all I am trying to say is that people of muslim faith are very passionate about their religion, they will defend it with vocal anger.
Although, they will much more likely give money to an american begger than physically hurt the man.
In Iran, I met an american guy who entered the most holiest site in the country, a huge imam shrine in mashhed.
During prayer times, sometimes a religious elder would hold a speech, large crowds would gather.
The speeches would consist of political propaganda that uses religious references to rival the crowd, I have heard from many locals that some members of the crowd are paid to create a sense of energy, to get the group chanting manically.
One of the chants were 'death to america' in farsi. The american backpacker was told the translation by a local, he was shocked but calm.
Moments later more locals noticed him, no too many white complexioned folk travel these parts, amused by the seemingly alien-like figure, the locals asked where he is from.
The foreigner answers honestly with 'america'. Immediately people started to talk with him (most people know english very well in iran), intrigued to see him there, they held big smiles and loving hearts, invited him to a teahouse to talk about the mysterious land far far away.
This was moments after chanting that they would kill people who live above the soil that the man had spent most of his life so far.
Being born above land that only differs from another land through labeling seems like an annoying way to start a new human life.
We are all the same. Religion makes everything complex.
Don't feed into the anger; and don't confuse anger with moments of undisciplined passions of faith. The guy who made the movie wanted to trigger an uncontrollable torrent of anger, it looks like he lost.
The conversation with my friend over pints wasn't anything like this chapter, it could have been incoherent nonsense at the time, although it is the emotion that I felt which I wasn't expecting to feel that caused some introspective thought later on.
Now, sure enough I wasn't staying in primitive tents (most of the time) however the long walk of the ancients still rose through me and projected outward.
I was a free spirit, sleeping where I was accepted, although never mentally labeling my hosts as a free inkeep; instead I would look to what I required more than a good night's rest: The necessity of company.
Without any kind of temporary mechanical or electrical device to distract me from troubling human thoughts, stress and weakness; I would be forced to embrace company, not as a conditioned endurance as it has become in western sociality, but as a mental necessity and refreshment when traveling the lonesome road.
I would embrace everyone as a good friend, without attempting to cover myself in a happy glowing cloak to appease the gift of shelter, but to genuinely thrive upon a true meaningful conversation with another human being after roaming many tiresome lengths of land.
After a while I would do this without thinking, I was glowing to have company, I was emotional to feel human interaction. This part of the journey was an experiment, a view through a window of what social interactions used to be like.
With the sharing of company - trading real stories, speaking freely and inhibitionless, brewing wisdom; It soon became apparent that we are all the same, it's just in the lifestyle and era that we endure, we have closed ourselves to this immensely large and powerful support group.
Upon reentering the new-age realm after a year apart, my body filled with a mixture of anxiety and disappointment, anxiety for the tolerable hardships of my return.
disappointment knowing that I was walking back inside the bubble that consists of a senseless ignorant waste of everything.
Labels are horrible.
At first it confused me, the muslim riots were news all over the western world media;
what confused me was my emotion when a friend asked me a question during a reuniting local tavern patronage.
I was asked if I think a war is coming due to what had been seen on the TV news.
I started to reply calmly and politely, I began to raise my voice without noticing,
I rapidly became emotional without consciously triggering the action.
My company asked me to lower my voice, I wasnt even aware that I raised it. I had changed in the last year, to that it was evident.
I was annoyed at the labels, the barrage of information that hits our minds on a daily basis, creating synapses in our brains that are very difficult to break down and reconnect.
Like being under constant suppressing gunfire, unable to move to a more strategic position, even if you know that you really should.
The media is sensationalized because they know what information gets people's attention, this attention is what gives them money and makes the media shareholders happy, which in turn enables the media bigwigs to buy themselves another boat or plane in order to simply gloat to their bigwig competitive buddies.
I digress.
Media thinktanks use all the existing western age cultural preconditions and assumptions as ammunition for their suppressing fire.
These preconditions and assumptions are born from empirical constitutions that have a nasty byproduct of isolating and alianating our fellow humans.
People who practice Muslim faith are people who follow a religion. White Australians can practice the Muslim faith if they choose.
Muslim people aren't all middle eastern people just as all western people arent christian.
Religion is an empirical constitution that breeds isolated communities.
In saying this, it also welcomes sharing, loving (in one way), and giving; sometimes this isn't all from the heart, being a slave to an empirical power means you do things for the power above all else, above self thought and emotions sometimes.
During my travels I was victim to muslim extremist attacks frequently through many countries, they were attacks of religious virtues which I had never experienced from my well known christian brethren.
these attacks were not of violence, slander or disrespect; They were attacks of selfless giving, ensuring I was well fed, safe, had more than adequate shelter;
and consistently reassuring open arm welcomeness and happiness.
These people would go out of their way to ensure this at every step of my journey,
they were people from countries that contain a high percentage of people who actively practice Muslim faith (see how I worded this?).
Within the borders of Iran, Turkey and Indonesia; there was the greatest portrayal by far of the most accommodating culture upon strangers that I had ever experienced in my life.
People of Muslim faith take their religion seriously, I believe extremism can work both ways; the ying yang of a very serious belief.
The ambivalence of christianity seems quite different to this.
The people who attended these riots who passionately burnt flags and harassed riot police could possibly, on their way home after having a good yell about beheading the people of a country that hosts an author who exploited freedom of speech to trigger hate;
may actually walk home from this event and pick up a homeless person of any racial complexion off the street and feed him to full health.
I'm not saying this happened, but after my experience in countries that are labeled as 'muslim extremist danger zones' I wouldnt rule this act of selfless humanity out.
If you are so obsessed with someone, you would do anything to please him/her, thankfully the said someone made a list of rules for things not to do in the said person's name.
It's like having a girlfriend who is the most beautiful woman in the world, her power over you is immense, without you even contemplating the command she can manipulate you into doing anything she wants; controlling the testosterone pumping through your system - although there is a list of specific things that she will never command anyone to do.
The problem with this is, this girlfriend has other boyfriends who you don't know about,
one of the other boyfriends sometimes misinterprets the good deeded command, perhaps he just misheard the request, or perhaps the other boyfriend suffers from a psychological disorder where he hears voices inspiring hate - instead of a request for a cup of tea.
This is a little off track I guess, all I am trying to say is that people of muslim faith are very passionate about their religion, they will defend it with vocal anger.
Although, they will much more likely give money to an american begger than physically hurt the man.
In Iran, I met an american guy who entered the most holiest site in the country, a huge imam shrine in mashhed.
During prayer times, sometimes a religious elder would hold a speech, large crowds would gather.
The speeches would consist of political propaganda that uses religious references to rival the crowd, I have heard from many locals that some members of the crowd are paid to create a sense of energy, to get the group chanting manically.
One of the chants were 'death to america' in farsi. The american backpacker was told the translation by a local, he was shocked but calm.
Moments later more locals noticed him, no too many white complexioned folk travel these parts, amused by the seemingly alien-like figure, the locals asked where he is from.
The foreigner answers honestly with 'america'. Immediately people started to talk with him (most people know english very well in iran), intrigued to see him there, they held big smiles and loving hearts, invited him to a teahouse to talk about the mysterious land far far away.
This was moments after chanting that they would kill people who live above the soil that the man had spent most of his life so far.
Being born above land that only differs from another land through labeling seems like an annoying way to start a new human life.
We are all the same. Religion makes everything complex.
Don't feed into the anger; and don't confuse anger with moments of undisciplined passions of faith. The guy who made the movie wanted to trigger an uncontrollable torrent of anger, it looks like he lost.
The conversation with my friend over pints wasn't anything like this chapter, it could have been incoherent nonsense at the time, although it is the emotion that I felt which I wasn't expecting to feel that caused some introspective thought later on.