change
December 2007 
Is Anybody Listening.... ?
Posted on Aug 27th, 2006
by 
David Jon
David Jon
Change the world my ass. Who even knows the world well enough to know how to change, who to change, what to change. Yeah, I know, a bunch of young folks hell-bent on their own presumed greatness are going to 'change the world.' Yeah, I know, these are the new revolutionaries! Yeah... yeah... yeah. Is anyone else sick of the talk? Is anyone else fed up with the same old tired cliches. God... would someone be original please and say something worthwhile. And not that some old tired tripe about love and light and compassion (not to mention it is easy to love people on-line, and much harder and way more challenging in person, eh?)
After all, what are you really risking here in your cyber-world of love and light? What is the cost of your minimal engagements here? Are you ever going to be asked to 'act upon that love' with any more than a cute, little "I am so with you in your suffering."
Blech!! That was the sound of me throwing up, thank you very much.
No, I didn't wake up on the wrong side of the tatami mat this morning. For once I woke up on the right-side of the tatami mat! I simply can't contain myself any longer. There are just way too many cliches here at Zaadz. It feels like an incestuous community more and more everyday. And what happens when there is not enough diversity of opinion, not enough diversity of consciousness, not enough diversity of genetic make-up? Well, as you know the risk of defects and retardation increases. The unabashed purity of Zaadz makes it ripe for breeding more pathology precisley because there is not enough 'variation.'
Yes, I know... there are so many wonderful and different people here at Zaadz. Zaadz is a community of so many unique people. But what I think all of the rhetoric fails to take into account is that there is no challenge at Zaadz because the states emphasis of Zaadz draws in the like-minded and the like-minded by virtue cannot challenge one another. All they can do is confirm one another's already established views, making Zaadz a collective pool of Narcissus-gazing "isn't this great" types!
Well f%$K no it isn't great! It's great to be stretched and challenged and not swept up into your comfy little zone of 'friends' who are going to reinforce to one another how 'great everyone all is.'
Blech!!! (recall above note for meaning of 'Blech!')
The fact that I am vomiting because of a Zaadz overdose doesn't mean that there is not something to be won and gained by an involvement here at Zaadz. It just means that 'too much of anything' can make you sick. Yes.... even too much love and light. Yes.... even too much compassion and mutual suffering-with. Yes... even too much concern. It can all become all too pathological--if you know what I mean.
And I swear to God that Zaadz has crossed that threshold for me personally. It is like gorging on food to the point that smelling even your favourite dish makes you want to hurl. There eis just sop much god-damn love and light here than if anyone says they are about love and light I am going to fu%$in' kill the next god-damn vegan that crosses my path!!
(Just kidding of course---though if a vegan does come up missing in Northern Michigan you know right where to look! hello!)
Seriously though, there is not enough pathos here at Zaadz. Not nearly enough. I have been clamouring on this point for months back now. And it is only getting worse. As more and more people get drawn into Zaadz more and more are putting on that 'Love and Light Face', such that their pathos is forced to go underground. Pathos which then ends up beating at my back-door looking for someone willing to 'listen' and heed the sacred nature of the profane and the ugly, the grotesque and the boring, the mundane and the banal.
So I am telling you peeps out there. Start proclaiming the stinky nature of your own shit because my back-yard is full of shit and psychological feces. All that stuff you don't want to speak about... that you fear sharing with others because they might 'see who you really are'... it is time to express it, share it... OWN IT!
Because you know what. I know it's there. I know who it belongs to. All of you. Each and everyone of you. Each and everyone of us has a mess that Zaadz is a fine place to initially run away from. And I ain't gonna fuckin' let you run from it any longer. I am going to start throwing your personal shit right back in your 'Love and Light Face.' ; o )
Some of you will hate me for it. Some of you already do. And that only confirms to me what I already know: that you are trying to run away from your own blessed nastiness and Zaadz is where you have chosen to run to.
After all, what are you really risking here in your cyber-world of love and light? What is the cost of your minimal engagements here? Are you ever going to be asked to 'act upon that love' with any more than a cute, little "I am so with you in your suffering."
Blech!! That was the sound of me throwing up, thank you very much.
No, I didn't wake up on the wrong side of the tatami mat this morning. For once I woke up on the right-side of the tatami mat! I simply can't contain myself any longer. There are just way too many cliches here at Zaadz. It feels like an incestuous community more and more everyday. And what happens when there is not enough diversity of opinion, not enough diversity of consciousness, not enough diversity of genetic make-up? Well, as you know the risk of defects and retardation increases. The unabashed purity of Zaadz makes it ripe for breeding more pathology precisley because there is not enough 'variation.'
Yes, I know... there are so many wonderful and different people here at Zaadz. Zaadz is a community of so many unique people. But what I think all of the rhetoric fails to take into account is that there is no challenge at Zaadz because the states emphasis of Zaadz draws in the like-minded and the like-minded by virtue cannot challenge one another. All they can do is confirm one another's already established views, making Zaadz a collective pool of Narcissus-gazing "isn't this great" types!
Well f%$K no it isn't great! It's great to be stretched and challenged and not swept up into your comfy little zone of 'friends' who are going to reinforce to one another how 'great everyone all is.'
Blech!!! (recall above note for meaning of 'Blech!')
The fact that I am vomiting because of a Zaadz overdose doesn't mean that there is not something to be won and gained by an involvement here at Zaadz. It just means that 'too much of anything' can make you sick. Yes.... even too much love and light. Yes.... even too much compassion and mutual suffering-with. Yes... even too much concern. It can all become all too pathological--if you know what I mean.
And I swear to God that Zaadz has crossed that threshold for me personally. It is like gorging on food to the point that smelling even your favourite dish makes you want to hurl. There eis just sop much god-damn love and light here than if anyone says they are about love and light I am going to fu%$in' kill the next god-damn vegan that crosses my path!!
(Just kidding of course---though if a vegan does come up missing in Northern Michigan you know right where to look! hello!)
Seriously though, there is not enough pathos here at Zaadz. Not nearly enough. I have been clamouring on this point for months back now. And it is only getting worse. As more and more people get drawn into Zaadz more and more are putting on that 'Love and Light Face', such that their pathos is forced to go underground. Pathos which then ends up beating at my back-door looking for someone willing to 'listen' and heed the sacred nature of the profane and the ugly, the grotesque and the boring, the mundane and the banal.
So I am telling you peeps out there. Start proclaiming the stinky nature of your own shit because my back-yard is full of shit and psychological feces. All that stuff you don't want to speak about... that you fear sharing with others because they might 'see who you really are'... it is time to express it, share it... OWN IT!
Because you know what. I know it's there. I know who it belongs to. All of you. Each and everyone of you. Each and everyone of us has a mess that Zaadz is a fine place to initially run away from. And I ain't gonna fuckin' let you run from it any longer. I am going to start throwing your personal shit right back in your 'Love and Light Face.' ; o )
Some of you will hate me for it. Some of you already do. And that only confirms to me what I already know: that you are trying to run away from your own blessed nastiness and Zaadz is where you have chosen to run to.
Access: Public
Well you certainly are right-there is more need for the shadow to be seen and acknowledged…
So bring it on-cause shit I understand… and darkness and pathos and pluto, and the Phanton of the Opera and Poe and well …
But remember that reflection will be yours-every ounce of what you shovel is really yours…just so you know…
I hear you loud and clear. For some reason spirituality so often has to be discussed using such overly nice and skilful terms (blessings, namaste, in love and light, I feel your pain, are you throwing up again yet??). There's nothing wrong with these words per se, but being used non stop… at some point they just start to ring fake, empty of meaning and seemingly used in a knee-jerk almost compulsory fashion.
But to defend Zaadz, I've found several people on the site who are far from spiritual hypocrites (and who will use any damn words they fucking well please). Maybe you need to look around a bit more David? ;)
Ooh. Thank you, David, again.
I've written about this some already in my own blog and on the systems pod I'm nominally in charge of. What bothers me is not so much the starry-eyed chirpiness but the note of desperation that seems to underlie. I think this is a progressive enough community to understand the entrenched systems churning beneath the situation in the middle east, and the “War on Terror,” and the gasping of the general global environment, and I'd like to see more attention - or at least some reverent acknowledgement - given to this. I'd like to see a little more lamentation at our inevitable role.
I don't know. It's something I feel horrifically saddened and frustrated about; that is, the way I feel enmeshed in this overwhelmeing way of being that leads to me giving up and driving my car and relying on foodstuffs that rely in turn on an unsustainable agri-economic machine.
I try only to be authentic in my writing. My deepest nature does have a peaceably sweet and accepting attitude toward the whole perfect messed-up lot of the world, and the whole perfect messed-up lot of myself, but this by no means necessitates that I always see things from that perspective, and yes … it is a challenge not to get irritated and concerned by what strikes me as a painfully partial picture; that is, that cloying spirituality that emerges from too many sweet intentions.
So start slinging, David. I'm eager to see the fallout.