Massified monoculture hypno-images, the naked lust of the consumer. Poison it is, from start to finish. There is no escape from the imprinting power of the screen, no hip ironic glance, no post-post-modern sneer that can dispel the power of machine programming.
The only solution is to turn it off.
That’s it. Just turn it off. Poison it is, poison we all sense it to be; so stop taking it in.
Escape from the videomind prison is a must, if we have any aspirations of liberation from the imaginal constraints that industrial mega robot culture has plugged into us.
In the videomind culture, to refuse the screen is a radical act. I refuse to participate in the destruction of my humanity, by having corporate entities repackage life into product and tell us what we are. Hollywood dream factories produce nothing that does not insult, that does not degrade, that does not infect. I refuse it all.
Picture if you will, and it won’t be hard, a human crouched over an electronic device, oblivious to the three-dimensional living breathing stinking touching world around them, obsessively punching away at buttons. Text your way into oblivion today!
I refuse.
PornoRapeMurderCulture, begone from my mind. Already there are few places I can walk in “civilization” (ha!) without undergoing your assault. I refuse to volunteer for it.
Keep your games, your toys, your wack entertainment culture. Childhood should have ended before age 10, now it lasts indefinitely, a country of well-schooled permanent children, with all the dysfunction it entails.
At the temple we make our own entertainment.
And as for this sex, this intercourse, this that men define, this that defines men, this domination, this cruelty, this apathy, this rape, this “but she likes it,” I refuse. I define my humanity through relationships and creativity, through compassion and dreams.
And for this, a label? “Ascetic?” Only in relation to the matrix, and here I am in opposition to it, so bring on the label. Neo Ascetic, minus Keanu Reeves.
As for these senses, these I indulge, I love, I embrace. Show me the beauty of green and growth and deserts and change. Let me hear music touched by the spirit, voices unheard. Bring me every scent, both vile and caressing. Taste the subtleties, the food, the sweat. Loving earth and sun, I touch it all. This is the sacred eros of my temple.
Behold the flower of paradise
Seven Petals
Red as blood
