I hate money. I really do. It is because of money and material wealth that the world turns the
way it does…sour and bitter and in endless competition and depletion and acquisition.
I hate money. The exchanges made by humans have no real value. Worth is made arbitrary by
those who have, somehow, seized The Right to Define Worth.
Oh, and what – you may ask – is The Right to Define? It is this:
When the fascist systems of the Cultures of Economy pervade even our smallest of exchanges,
when the drink we purchase purports to tell us something of our character and nature…when we are
defined by the externally produced products and ideas of Systems of Power and Profit…we have our
Right to Define usurped.
When we are told that we must indulge in commodified lifestyles in order to function – nay, survive –
within society, we have had The Right to Define imposed upon us. We have been rigorously taught that
Value is not set by The People, but by the Systems.
“What is she talking about?”
This is what I am talking about:
Everything that our fleeting walking and talking life is comprised of is determined by people external to us.
People that are not even people, but people that are corporations and institutions.
Are the laws re: Churches anything like Citizens United? Like Corporate Personhood?
They are probably even more bizarre than a lousy business idea that enslaves
even the people who most believe in it…especially the people who most believe in it.
As far as chemtrails are concerned…I notice the way the clouds are born as lines sometimes, how
the contrails grow instead fade, as they did when I was a kid. They take on a particular mass.
I am not sure if this is the result of cloud seeding or chemtrails. I just know that the clouds are strange.
Then again, the clouds are always strange to me. Hmmm, I remember when it first seemed like I
could draw with clouds. When I would think of some singular something, usually more a feeling than an
object or image…a big feeling…and then I could watch as some holy spectacle unfolded in the sky.
I wondered if it was telekinesis of some sort.
There is a definite feeling involved. That’s when I first began to suspect that I may be finally
actually losing my mind.
As I have since realized, there is nothing crazy about any of it.
It is simple science. Laws of attraction. It serves a purpose of some sort, I would imagine…or may
be sheer folly, my little magnetic brain cueing in to whatever heavy metal they’re dumping into the sky…
to slowly slowly fall, carried down by rain.
That’s the simple explanation. Cold artistic process based on scientific principles of physics and biology.
It does not, however, explain the feeling. The feeling is huge. It is the BIGGEST feeling in the
history of feelings. It is AWE and it is LOVE and it is so far removed from the angry little worlds of
money…it makes them seem trifling…laughable even.
This is not our world.
The sky has seen it all, my friends.
Ever since the beginning…whenever that was…
By the way, I do understand that from the perspective of the Patriarchal 20th Century Western Man,
this all sounds insane.
“She lives in a make-believe world.”
Whatever. We all do.
All Praise Eternals.