Sunday, August 15, 2010
Dirty Hippies, Eco-Warriors, Gypsy Kings and Queens - UPDATED
Updates: ROMA SITUATION ON ALJAZEERA TV
France Begins Roma Expulsion
It's a strange situation when one's personal life is just about as healthful, beauty-filled, low-stressed, and bountiful as can be imagined (in a low-need kind of way), and you are still witness to massive imbalance, struggle, conflict, and crises swirling all around the periphery. Mornings always begin with a green drink on the porch watching the hummers and bees in the spectacular flower beds - usually a mix of purslane, dandelion, chard, beet, and kale greens mixed with grapes or apples for sweetness. Eventually an excellent fair-trade coffee and a Native (Akwesasne) cig, followed by oats or the best organic eggs in the world from our 8 beautiful chickie-girls.
Most days have some music or astrology or herbal transmissions going on, always in the presence of the coolest, sanest, shakti-filled women (and men), and unexpected gifts, often exquisite veggies from everyone's gardens. Corn, squashes, tomatoes, apricots, peaches, salad greens, chiles for rellenos fall in our laps. Plus, of course, most excellent serious laughter-filled conversations with friends and their children, with hardly a drama ever manifesting - just the usual hard-angle transits (grin). Absolutely no complaints here on that level. The animals happily graze in the weeds, and entertain us with their contented vocalizations. What more could an old fart desire? We have an environment where folks can ease their troubles and chill out with a variety of world-travelers in a sane perspective most any day. The weather has not been brutal and the chemtrails have been absent for weeks.
I said I wouldn't bitch any more, but, in truth, I really don't know what's going to come up next, nor have much control over that. And here we are on another beautiful day in paradise.
The fact is, I really can't wait one fucking day more for the unawakened mass of so-called humanity to reap the cataclysmic consequences of their willful ignore-ance. That's just the stark truth of a portion of the daily mind-space, no matter how 'positive', 'inspired', and 'hopeful' my morning starts out. Sure, I can spend so many hours rehearsing, doing practice, teaching, researching, composing and 'artistically networking', and become absorbed in the processes. But if I end up venturing 'into town' (aaaagghh, it's the Matrix, oh shit, I forgot my sunglasses!), the tormenting craziness never fails to arise and dominate my consciousness.
There is no part of the collapse and degeneration of the so-called modern culture happening at anywhere near the speed to give me any expectation that the insanity cannot just plod along for years, decades, maybe even centuries. Nor do I have any absolute 'knowing' that some intervention will take place, either from an 'outside' force, from humanity awakening, or from Gaia's own systemic rage, in time to actually spare this sacred vessel of a planet from becoming a dead zone spinning lifelessly in the galaxy. Dead-zones are all the rage nowadays. It could very possibly be the ordained outcome. This 'dream', as it's referred to in our human mystical experiences and perennial visionary records, could be simply that - the unReal/nonexistant illusion of the One solitary creator/destroyer at the core of our Being. I guess I can live with that, knowing that "I" am immortal, no doubt. Either we'll make it on this plane to a great transformation by 2012 or our grandkids' career-paths will be limited to something like outflanking the Borg somewhere in the Delta Quadrant.
On this here plane, it looks like we're fast approaching irredeemable total toxicity and total disintegration of all life-supporting systems. My absolute disgust toward most of the human race is impossible to verbalize. One can travel the length of this gone-to-shit country and observe no more than 0.1% of humans not enthusiastically filling their shopping carts and consuming an all-poison torture-enhanced diet 24/7, and drive for hundreds of miles and not find one item in any store uncontaminated with HFCS and myriad other genocidal corporate additives, and this corporate psychopathic death-culture has spread to everywhere throughout the world. In every land we see many completely ponerized humans willingly slaving for the corporate model in one form or the other while oblivious to their own self-denied but assured suicide. It is the millions who have no 'gun to their head', no dire birth-circumstances, that, by their own self-fed demonic media fantasies and acceptance of nature-separation, perpetuate the 'dire circumstances' of others (somewhere 'out there' in that underdeveloped world).
Captain Paul Watson accurately describes the big-picture situation as the 'economics of extinction'. Corporations are actually knowingly extincting whole species because, by warehousing the fruits of their slaughter for a few years, they will reap huge short-term profits. Mitsubishi and blue-fin tuna is one example. Look it up. You know, there is no great mystery that they somehow 'know' that we don't. It is just pure and simple total mass insanity, but, strangely, there are millions who 'get it'. I really don't know if the heads of corporations and their entourages of blood-diamond-glitterati whores are fake humans or not (they don't act or think like you or me, more like 16th century French royalty), but I know that the millions who buy into their trip are ones who have forfeited their privilege of ever again gaining a human birth. If I ever won a lottery I would give it all to Capt. Watson and other true warriors like him and those of the younger generation, including the ALF. I'm all about that speeding up of the disintegration and dismantling. It's long overdue, good riddance.
Stupid brainwashed people who think environmentalism is all about the NWO and Illuminati-eugenicists are absurd - and that includes most all the 'truth-seeking'/conspiracy-busting internet stars. Most of the kids I know around here (and other places I inhabit) have at least heard Julia Hill (and others), and completely comprehend what the hell she is saying after her self-revelations atop Luna, and even some have had equivalent experience. Too, the numbers who are meeting with the ayahuasca shamans and resonating with the visions are growing exponentially. They know what the hell is going on with the media, the parallels between their (or their kids') schools and the factory farms, the police-military psychopathy infecting every aspect of civil society, the valuelessness of current music and arts, the constant inundation of lies spun by everyone around them, etc. Sure, many will just end up chasing after the shiny trash, going along with the program, breeding, eventually getting their chemo and passing on their confusion and self-created braindeadness. But there will always be some who resist, nurture and cultivate and tend the inner fire, listen to the wise ones at the right moments, and carry forth the light till the very end, regardless.
Historians and ethnomusicologists barely acknowledge the massive influence and extensive knowledge of music and dance (the sacred kind) that the Roma, Tzigane, Gitano, etc. brought to the West from Asia throughout the middle ages. It is also undisputed that the folk (and classical) scales and rhythms of South Asia were preserved (and fused with local folk and tribal traditions) by the travelers as they passed through North Africa, Mediterranean, and Eastern Europe. While the Western 'civilization' proceeded on its degenerative path following the misinterpretation of world-music's natural-overtone-series harmonic modes by Church idiots, especially Pope Gregory, the Gypsies preserved oriental ragas, middle-eastern harmonic 'quarter-tones' as well as odd-meter talas (5, 7, 9, etc) along with a body of sacred mudras and bodily gestures and forms from various dance traditions.
Of course, in the 'civilized' world it also doesn't help one's status if you cling to goddess-worship and matriarchal practices. A Spanish Gypsy language is Romano-Kalo (also Finnish-Kalo of Sweden), related to the North Indo-Aryan (Indic) languages "spoken on all five continents". I have heard this term being related to the Goddess Kali of India. Sounds probable, as I've seen exact word-equivalents to the Sanskrit root-words.
One of my all-time favorite scenes and tunes is the session in the Black Goddess cave-temple in France from the Tony Gatlif film 'Latcho Drom'. Most awesome music film ever! This is it - embedded below: (tune starts at 5:15, but whole sequence is fantastic)
Latcho Drom - Part 8
Also from Latcho Drom is the incredible final scene (in Spain). It's so heart-wrenching and beautiful I can barely listen. (Song starts at 2:27, but, again, the whole scene is mind-blowing)
Latcho Drom - Part 10
During the time of our designated hippieness we constantly dreamed of being 'world citizens', because traveling to study was such a constant hassle. No more passports, border checks, visas, prohibited trade items. A free world for everyone to explore, converse, and love. What a f-ing dream that was, eh? And a frequent topic of discussion on the road to Asia, naturally.
Here be some interesting videos of some of the dirty hippies who 'dropped out' in those days and since, and have put in the Time and Work to show that we are all One People One Destiny:
Steve Gorn - USA
Gianni Ricchizzi - Italy
Yvan Trunzler - France & Joerg Kaufmann - Switzerland
Brigitte Menon - France
Nicolas Magriel - USA/UK
Lenneke van Staalen - Netherlands
Posted by bholanath at 2:37 PM