You may wish to know of a simple yet effective tool to de-program yourself after exposure to the portion of the matrix that spreads audiovisual mind control. Or more simply put, how to reclaim your own thoughts after seeing television advertising.
There is a moment half-way through “Tweets from Tahrir” – the new tweet by tweet running quotation of the Egyptian Revolution – where the reader gets goosebumps. It’s when you realize, “I could do this. I could have my own personal Tahrir.”
The Earth is inside us, rotating in there like a conscience. These freak storms tsunamis droughts and extinctions only confirm what we carry inside. Each of us knows that we will have to change some personal consumption in the next few minutes. It might be a light switch, a perfume, a heated pool or a bite of food. Here it comes!
There is a new sales campaign the Disney Company recently announced. Wall Street analysts talk excitedly about the “newborn market.” Disney representatives enter hospitals’ birth rooms with sales kits, trying to sell onesies with Mickey logos to the enthralled or scared parents soon after the baby cries for breath.
Crunched shoulder to shoulder on a cold bench in The Tombs, with the courtroom hundreds of feet above us on the surface of Manhattan, up there beyond the reach of these hundreds of African-American and Hispanic men. Well, there was me, and then a couple guys who looked like elderly Keith Richards, but without the money to replace their blood.
Reality tellingvision 'talent' shows, aside from being another hastily buffed facet of the bread and circus, alpha-wave inducing media triviosphere, also, I believe, serve to substantiate and maintain an ugly and inevitably destructive cultural and social paradigm.
IF we could get rid of the terrible burden of money tommorow.
IF we had to have some one selling the concept.
IF they were an ex-carnival barker/mad avenue exec . . .
“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” ~Tyler Durden
I do not want these things! I do not care about these things that have accumulated throughout my life. I want connection to other human beings and to the earth, not to things! I do not want to be tethered to an opulent nest and burdened with its ludicrous upkeep.
Today I jogged through Amsterdam from the Royal Palace on Dam Square to the mouth of the river. Like many European city centers, Amsterdam has evolved into a super mall, an old surface covered with the images of models posing with products, often in gigantic proportions. There is a spell cast on me, regardless of how much outright disgust I have for corporate marketing.
Our challenge is to be town criers. The billionaire mayor is creating a vertical suburb. New York is burning. I’ll raise my daughter here. It is a once-great coastal city and the earth is closing over it. That will put the fire out. I see roots hanging down out of low-hanging clouds. Each of us knows that the time to cry out is moments away.
I feel like everything I've been working on is suddenly coming together with a new clarity. On March 18 NPR ran an excellent interview with Tom Burrell, who worked in the advertising industry for 40 years and just published a book called Brainwashed: Challenging the Myth of Black Inferiority.
Yesterday I took my little sister to the mall to pick up a DVD and look for anything related to Alice in Wonderland. She's really, really excited about the upcoming remake -- and it makes me sad to think that this younger generation won't be as critical of these so-called "films," these CGI landfills. But I've complained enough about that, and I'm trying to be a good big brother.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
