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"You gentlemen who think you have a mission
To purge us of the seven deadly sins
Should first sort out the basic food position
Then start your preaching, that's where it begins" - Brecht/Weill
I'm listening to this box I asked to get from the local chapter of scientology. Last week, I let two Jehovahs witness type scienetologists come by for coffee. I asked them but they didn't want coffee, tea nor water. Wouldn't have biscuits or the last two pieces of green brownies either which probably would have made the following thirty minutes much more interesting for they very young men, very insecure, not really dressed neatly, but accepted, what is the most dull pieces of clothing you find at H&M, Marks and Spencer and there is never no regard to colour nor style.
"I don't have swiss bank accounts" - L. Ron Hubbard
Then I see tom cruise, first at oprah, then at the leaked movie where for the first time I realize one of the differences of the new and the old world. Not the message of cruise or the lack of one, but the way it was shot, the way the thing had been edited, the music, watching american gladiators for we have our old stone buildings that remind us that god is in the sky and he is not a kind god. Then I see hubbard, I recollect all the stories from other scifi authors at the time and it hits me that george lucas is our age's hubbard.
I think of tom and his poor wife kat and the insecure little boys, coming to the doors of strangers, doing it out of fear, fear that if the doctrine is wrong, fear that the doctrine is right, fear that their parents won't accept them, fear of what happens when someone finally opens the door, there are mad men around, mad killers and the worse. They speak, they recite the texts and the glassy stare of the zealot is all that stares at me but there's a jolt, there's something in them, it has nothing to do with being devout, it has nothing to do with being born again but it is something worse, you see the spark of car's salesmen, 711 clerks, CEOs, ADs and the people at the library that won't let the fine pass, there is a love inside those eyes, the love of the law. Stability. Freedom. Safety. Everything. They're the peak of human evolution for they believe that. We're stuck outside in the cold, atleast to them, our eyes are glassy too but from drugs, hungover mornings, too much caffeine or just a retarded hope for mankind.
"Then we're all set, for a cannibal feast!" - Fantômas, Spider Baby
The world slips out of focus, into focus as we bend our minds beyong recognition with reptilians, spaghettimonsters, spacelords, demiurges, all-seeing eyes and this little greek chick whom everyone has a hardon for.
"And it feeels like swimmin'" - Morphine, Feels like swimming
Then we go drown just to check it out, the beach sometime around late summer, the spastic crave of a few more hours of sun before we head into the total darkness as we bury ourselves from the rest of the world and the beer keeps flowing and there are joints and memories being passed around the campfire and someone brings a case of prosecco and everyone takes to an italian accent and we're just running around, happy to be alive, happy to be able to feel something, happy to be drowning in each other's minds and this is important, this day feels like it should have significance and we all feel it, a violent torrent throwing us through the tempest and we know every part of our lives, we know ourselves and today we're ready for a revolution, we're headed for bliss and the godhead.
Waking up, sunburnt, most have already gone home and you've gotten pneumonia and you're coughing bad, sort of blue where there hasn't been any sun and you kiss that girl you would have died for yesterday before you struggle yourself over to your car, drive home, leaving your summer behind on the beach, with all the filth, the shit and two of your soulmates.
For months you are pissed, a little knot inside your stomach and you know it will disappear at first epiphany, you know they're related, you know this, the knot knows it and you feel pregnant. Impotent.
And then, as you walk through the forest on a cold autumn day, one of the last days with a few leaves left it hits you and you bring yourself to another degree of understanding, another point of view and it might not change anything but it's a memory that'll stick.
I'm watchin l ron hubbard on the screen and I see tom cruise, i see the same zealotry, the same complete loss of hope or anything left in this world to hold onto that makes sense and they're so filled with fear and I notice in the paper that two scienetologists had been beaten to death by angry psychriatic patients. The prophets had gone to the center for free psychiatric help there and begun preaching.
The world turns, and ages come and pass.
I see what you did there...
This is mine. from my memoirs. I don't think I have been inspired to let anyone else ever read it so here it is. A little snippit of the world my eyes see. This is from when I worked in retail. How I learned to hate the system and how to exist inside of the system as a ghost in a shell.
They look at me weird. Retail for those unenlightened few is the business of our culture.
Lawyers? Firefighters? Superstars? White Collar? Blue Collar?
When it all came down to it, our culture is boiling down to one thing. Selling.
Sell high, buy low, Location location location. Best price! Better Buy! Guaranteed! TSX up! Gold UP! NASDAQ down! Dollar Down!
Selling was everything. It was all consume, produce, consume-more repeat. After residing in retail for any length you can see it, why is it that there was a fantastic sale that couldn't be turned down every other week? To make people consume. The fact of the matter is, if you come in to buy one. You will leave buying more. Buying more equals selling more which equals more money down the line. It was the life blood of our society. The never ending skids of stock would come through the loading bay docks like some gruesome salute to some foul capitalism deity resurrected and out for blood.
Communism was the alternative. Communism is the great conundrum. Why doesn't communism work? Greed. What is greed? Greed is basically the need of wanting. If you can need, you can want.
If you need, you then want and if you want to need, you have greed!
Simply terrifying but it was giving us such wondrous things that not even I could contend with the will of the great magnet. Money got you things that a smile and hand shake just couldn't do for. Look around you. With enough money is there any amount you couldn't own?
Just think of it. More and more money, what would you do?
Money talks. It can shout out loudly it can whisper low quietly but it talks none the less.
Consume, produce, consume-more, wash hands, rinse, repeat.
Our great machine was well oiled in the blood sweat and tears of thousands.
Our machine straddled the globe like a mad cowboy crying out 'giddyee up!' as he kicks the sides of our planets decaying ecosystems that have become the burden bearer of our waste. Where did we go wrong? What caused this?
Greed?
Full circle is always the most ironic of all because you can spend your whole life chasing something and end
up where you started.
Another Snippit.
If you hit it off then you are lucky. Luck has allot to do with such things. Luck it seems is controlled on the whims of a great magnet, so was fate, ironically.
Which is why you hear about things like a man winning the lottery only to die of a heart attack the next day.
Fate and Luck, if you live your life by these twin mistresses you will undoubtedly have a spectacular ride.
Each adventure is a new torpedo that one must ride to its finished. Is there even a such thing as the two? I don't know, I am just a humble stock boy, but I know that sometimes it seems that the script has already been written and you just have to read the lines and do the stage directions. When you have luck you get a juicy part with a close up and a kiss scene with the leading lady.
Since when fate takes you by the hand you had better have luck on your side or one might end up like in a Greek tragedy. Dead AND Sad.
But alas not all of us get to be as immortal as Oedipus Rex who wanted to have sex with his mother. Nay, not all of us can be gods, what if everyone gets fifteen minutes of fame. Can you stretch it too a life time?