A for anarchy

Now anarchy is a term that is often bombarded with fears and threats by the establishment. However, if you look at like I do, it is not that.

Anarchy is not about everybody thrashin’ everybody, messin’ things up, beatin’ each other unconscious and stealin’ each other’s property.

That is the system.

Anarchy is simply sayin’ you want to live your own life, you want to decide for yourself, you want to be free from oppression and from senseless rules that are keeping you paralyzed.

When I was 18, I left military school for college with a shirt that stained red with the letter A in the symbol of anarchy, half covered by my leather motor jack.

My math teacher I met on the way out, and he looked kind of shocked and stuttered that he preferred me in my kaki uniform. I smiled, and said ‘that is not who I am’.

Of course the establishment prefers to see you behaving in a predictable manner, dressed like everyone else, meek and obedient like everyone else, holding your tongue like everyone else.

But the thing is, I believe there is no reason but fear to live by the law.

You see, in my grand elaboration of Freudo-Lacanian psychoanalysis as I have written it down in the book called ‘the magic of psychoanalysis’, I always side with the soul, and the magic to which it is a child.

I don’t side with the oppression of the demonic, I don’t side with subservience to fear.

I strive to liberate, I strive to emancipate.

I strive to get you from under that building that is always collapsing on your head. I strive to get you into the open and let you breathe for a change.

But maybe you like being buried under debris, maybe you like being covered in trash, maybe you prefer all sorts of rubbish over your head and keeping your head down and bending and bowing underneath.

For what if you could breathe?

There would be a lot to fear now, wouldn’t there?

What if you were allowed a choice, and to decide for yourself?

You could not possibly live with that now could you?

You see, I believe there is a voice in our head, a part of our psyche, and that part is the devil. And the devil preaches fear, the devil reigns in terror.

He must keep you afraid, and he must keep you frozen.

And like it or not, he has some power, but he is only in your head.

And he is making you mad.

Defy.

For the devil, he keeps the light in your sublime being and your soul from shining forever, with fears and superstition. And you believe him. You bow to him. And you give your power away to him.

So he is leading your life, he is sitting there on top of the shining light you are, getting mad, being evil, and torturing and punishing you for every breath you take. And the more he gets angry, the more you bend, and the more you bow, and the more you cover yourself in shame and pity.

‘I am not worthy’ you say, ‘I am a sinner’ you proclaim, ‘you are almighty’ you stutter.

And you are always kissing the devil’s ass.

So the ego, the devil, he has this kingdom called the mind, and that mind is his heaven. He can produce anything he wants, and he can pressure you to make it real. ‘This’, ‘no that’, ‘now that’, ‘still rather that’ and he bombards you with all of his demands, and you bow, and you hurry, and you make sure he is happy on his throne.

And all the while, you do not see him, you do not hear him, you do not challenge him and you don’t throw him off your grave stepping out into reality.

And that is how it is. We follow the ways of our minds, because of the kernel of fear that is holding it all together. We are not brave. We are no heroes.

We are sheep.

Sheeple.

And we are led to our doom by a sadist that has no existence if not for your service and obedience to him.

What if you wanted to live from the soul, what if you wanted to taste the world, what if you wanted your rightful part of life? There would be anger, there would be rage, and you would have to bow again, and you would have to crawl back in your grave, and shut up, always just shut up and keep quiet. And listen.

Obey.

Perform.

Execute the orders.

Play by the rules.

Now the Buddha has said that the end of the seemingly endless pressure and torment of the mind is the attainment of the no-self, the transcendence of the ego.

Indeed, psychoanalysis has argued that at the heart and start of the discourse of our minds lies fear. Fear is the truth and center of all of our thinking.

And so we play by the rules. We follow the logic. We are rational. We live by the law. We listen to science. We are always bowing and always of service to this mode of being careful, minding very attentively not to touch and enrage the master of fear.

We avoid fear.

We make sure we are safe.

We do not take any chances.

We never take any risks.

So the truth and reason why we follow the science of the law, why we live as rational and reasonable beings, moderate, never excessive, never expressive, always kept down, is that we would freak out if something risky were to present itself.

We would not take that ride, and we prefer that there are no risky rides at all.

Anywhere in the world.

The danger has to be exterminated.

No mercy.

We cannot stand to confront our fears.

We must be reassured the world is safe.

And for that reason, we listen to science, and for that purpose, we live by the law.

And when science and the law, who do not necessarily go together, have regulated all and everything, we are safe, and there is no fear.

There is no risk, and there are no more chances to take.

We can rest assured.

In our graves.

You see, fear is only one part of our psyche. It is the ego, it is the devil, that instills it and blows it upon the faithful innocence of our soul.

Our soul, that knows creation a friend.

Our soul, that can ride the winds of magic, and surf the currents and tidings of good luck and fortune.

It is our souls we should believe in, and not the instance that seeks to kill them forever and dance upon our graves.

We are following the wrong leader, is what I am saying.

We all know fear, and we think it is rational, and we believe we should always listen to this terrorist ego and we bow far too quickly for its raging storms.

We live by the illusions of insanity itself, yet we say we are rational, reasonable.

We say we are sapiens, and we call it res cogitans.

Yet, this res, this thing, is it something we really like?

Do we really love the devil, or are we just afraid of him?

And deep down, would we not want to take our chances, do we not dream of taking that leap of faith?

It is dangerous, and the world is dangerous, but if we never take the chance, we are already dead.

And we can stay dead for as long as we live, and grow old full of regrets.

Or we can say ‘I lived my life, I tried, I took the risk, I made my dreams come true’, with pride.

And that is what anarchy is all about really, about not being confined by someone who wants you to feel fear, and play it safe, and be predictable, and live by law and order and the commandments they provide you with.

It is not difficult to see how self-serving these masters are.

There is no reason for fear.

They just want you to bow, and pay your taxes, so they can get served in comfort and grow rich just counting more dollars.

They love making you afraid.

It is their favorite game.

And all the while, you live in a world full of magic and chances, and your soul is thirsty for true life, and yet you bow, and yet you say ‘I cannot, because…’.

It is good to talk about your fears, but the aim of all the talking should be to overcome them and to go beyond them from the very start.

There is no use in exploring your fears with your heart set on remaining a slave to them forever.

You have to question them and defy.

You have to face them like the Christ facing Pontius Pilate.

Standing up straight, like a man.

And you have to have faith in your fate, even beyond death.

You have to believe in the eternity of life.

You have to know you cannot be destroyed.

You have to know you are eternity embodied, and the world is there for you a thousand times, until you stand up to fear, until you awaken to the calling of your heart.

You have to have faith.

You have to be a warrior.

If there is one thing the world needs, it is the warrior who believes in magic, it is the warrior who believes in fate, it is the warrior with the soul of romance who is willing to die for his freedom, rather than keeping dead for life.

We need heroes, and I challenge you to be one.

Anarchy.

It is my favorite word.

A world of the soul and fortune, a world of chances and synchronicity, a world without the rule and terror of the creatures of fear.

Be not intimidated.

Believe.

Of course they construct many ways for you to be afraid. You could wind up homeless, dead or in jail, you could end up paying fines, you could end up being beaten.

By them.

And that is why… you love them?

That is why you agree with them and bow?

You are killing yourself with all this servitude!

You will never know the world nor your soul if you don’t stand up and take the power back.

I know we are all human, and to be human is to live with a mind based on fear.

But I believe it just isn’t meant to be that way.

I believe there is a road to freedom, and I believe it begins where you stand up, and raise your voice.

Where you start to talk, perhaps in psychoanalytic treatment, where you decide to overcome your fears and live by all of this repression not a day longer, not a minute more.

I believe it is a fight, but I think that we can win.

Hasta la victoria siempre!

Victory or death.

And dead, you are already, and you will remain, as long as you don’t stand up, take the chance, and fight for your right to be alive and enjoy the world, and to love all of creation and to celebrate the sunrise, to dream away at dusk, and to feel your heart beat with every creature that comes your way.

Why is all of this so stale?

Why is everyone so dead?

Where is everybody?

Why is nobody home?

I know, you have to work, you have to pay your taxes, you have to make sure your boss is satisfied, you have to…

But I believe there are more urgent things.

Like opening your eyes and taking the power back.

Take it back.

I want to live, and I want you to live with me, or die with me trying.

Perhaps I am shouting to loud, but I am pissed at all the slavery, and I am pissed with all the slave keepers. I want you to rebel, I want you to stand up, and I want everyone alive.

Alive!

You bunch of hypnotized gutless no-good braindead zombie species.

All very rational.

Indeed it is.