Butch Cassidy, Clyde Barrow: One Effect of a Rigged System

A great majority of what I’m seeing today, in terms of violent activities and lawlessness, I believe stems from poverty with no escape due to a rigged system; the “criminal” lashes out in an attempt to escape the matrix set up around them by the banking system, for example.

There are those of us who realize this and fall into despair knowing we can’t get out, that there is no carrot – it’s an illusion set up by the system. Now, there are others of us who have this awakening and double-barrel bird flip the entirety of it and break out. These are the “outlaws” such as Butch Cassidy and also Clyde Barrow.

We will begin with Butch. From a LARGE Mormon family set in, of course, Beaver, Utah in the late 1800’s, Butch, then known as Bob (maybe Rob, idk), knew all too well the hardships of ranch life and just scraping by. Butch was a very decent human being, but realized the futility of the system. As hard as his father ever worked, it was never enough and he had no desire to work THAT hard for nothing. I mean, this is more than just the banks constantly threatening to take their land, there was drought and indigenous populations that had been invaded upon and pillaged (at the very least). He was inspired by a Mike Cassidy who would scrape a few cows off of this herd and that and sell them. Illegal, yes. Immoral, yes. You want to eat more than just dirt, yes – do what you have to do. Butch was very clever, indeed; the brains of the bunch he ended up with. No one was ever killed. He even knew when to bail and head out to Argentina. He and Sundance (and the woman who  went w/him) set up a nice ranch there and went straight; would’ve lived out the rest of their lives in peace had it not been for the system. Oh, no, did their revenue stream get disturbed? Could they not afford to buy that new fashionable hat from Paris as soon as it came out? Ah, they had to wait a whole week, the humiliation.

Butch lived his life throwing caution to the wind, pursuing his objective w/abandon. He did recognize the demands set by society but refused to live in the pit with them. The 1%’ers who exist outside of this pit hate it when someone tries to sneak off a little power and life from the system. They hate it!

If and when the bank makes some money and they can see the family is struggling to live, give the farm to them! Forgive the loan and be compassionate. Had they done this, it is very likely Bob never becomes Butch. Butch was simply responding to the environmental conditions presented to him. He became Butch in order to survive!

Very similar story with Clyde Barrow. Now we’re talking Texas, early 1900’s. Clyde was inquisitive and outspoken. His life was full of predicaments and impossible missions. This is what he craved. Kind of like some people who cut themselves to feel alive, he set out to break the system, to create a painful crack to stuff himself through to get out of the pit. Tenacious, he would never have quit. It had to end the way it did: dramatically! He loved the way he went out. He was riding the bomb all the way down, waving his hat the whole time.

He was also born into a large family stuck in the poverty loop in Telico, Tx. His older brother was the influence which awakened him to the oppression of the system and how to go about finding the cracks through. Clyde, then, wedged himself in that crack – gung ho! All in!

He fell in love with Bonnie. They both ended up in-and-out of prison, doing time, but found each other at the end and began to settle. However, again, the system keeps poking. It never believes someone can change. It keeps punishing and pushing, creating its own self-fulfilling prophecy (that once a criminal, always a criminal). Clyde, needing to survive, began to wedge his way even harder to get out of the pit, driven by the nuts outside the pit.

Finally, this exercise has exploded as more and more of the population wake up and realize the illusion, realize their loss of meaning in life and they violently express their rage. This may often times be sub-conscious, but it manifests in very similar manners: flying planes into buildings, mass shootings, bombings, etc. This is the effect of the crushing system and its illusion, once realized. Yes, it makes me sad. You can’t have a Butch or a Clyde without the oppressive system. You break the system, you lose the ultra violence.

Advertisements

Wizard of Oz, part 3

When we last saw our group, Dorothy, LionMan, TinMan, and Scarecrow were just breaking their poppy addiction and getting back on the golden path towards Emerald City. Is this the super-future of possibility we always imagine but never quite attain? We are nearing, now, what should be the center of our labyrinth journey. What awaits is the encounter with…the Wizard!

They are initially denied access into the city-walls. However, those pesky ruby slippers get them through the gates; leading me to think they may be pointing to our inner fire (they are red and it is stupidly simplistic an analogy, but…), our will to push onward, through the fog.

Nearing the center, approaching the Wizard down the hallway, they are all contemplating. TinMan wants the heart. A desire for Industry to create that which society needs w/o the poisonous by-products. Scarecrow wants the brain so that Agriculture can understand how to balance the population size with the natural output capacity of the land to support it. LionMan wants to be honored, to be integrated back into the fold of understanding, to step out of the shadow of unconsciousness. Dorothy wants to go home, to become her authentic Self.

Now, they approach the Wizard…There’s the whole smoke and fire pomp, which is impressive, I guess. This is where Theseus meets the Minotaur. Our Wizard has veins running up the sides of his enormous forehead which resemble horns, but, of course, we soon find out it’s all been a ruse. There is no one there but our ego instructing us that all is well. The things we desire, we already possess. There’s no one to mind the store, as Terrence McKenna once said. It’s just us. Huh, I never noticed that the Wizard’s projection is sporting a wicked ‘stache. The Wizard, essentially representative of the ancient Sorcerers (still present within indigenous tribes) from the Upper Paleolithic and Neolithic tribes which played up the Trickster role, toying with what was real and what was not as based on sensory data. In other words, what we see, feel, hear, smell, taste are all subject to interpretation and that can be manipulated by perception. We need only look behind the curtain to see beyond form. But, in this case, it seems to be Ego standing there pulling the cords.

The Wizard sends them after the Witch! Now, they must delve as deep as there is to go to encounter the shadow hag, the anima, yin-energies we have for millenia repressed. Off, into the Haunted Forest. Now, cue the flying monkies, the fears and doubts we have that we will ever attain our goal to become an authentic human. Industry and Agriculture begin working together towards the benefit of Dorothy and themselves, of course. LionMan has not quite regained his crown, but is pushing through. The showdown comes as they encounter the Witch. She threatens them with primordial fire, an element that can reveal truths by burning away facades. Dorothy counters with the bucket of water, sending Witch back to unconsciousness.

They take the broom, Witch’s symbol, back to the false Wizard, revealed to be Ego. The repression of the shadow hag is what Ego wants. Ego has no desire to yield its power, see? If we allow Witch to speak her truth, we are put in a position to deal with our dark secrets; we will be forced to put ourselves towards healing the dissociations we have with the anima and with Nature. If we begin to become authentic humans, Ego becomes a sidekick and no longer will it run the show.

Oh, we’re so close, I simply must finish. It is none other than Toto who reveals the false Wizard. Toto, the dissociated Animal Self working from the shadows. But, once Ego is called out, it quickly yields and reveals that what we seek, we already possess. This movie is an expression of where we are at currently. We are still on the path, but stuck in this Emerald City, an idyllic future, rather than being present and fully aware. Now, Ego provides us the means by which to return home (those ruby slippers), to become authentic (as the Mayans once figured out). Finally, let’s put Ego back to work for us; let’s get on the golden path of Spirit rather than the materialistic path. We’ve work to do!

That was a fun bit of exercise. I very well may be off-base here or there and I may have missed something (ahem, ruby slippers have still not become clear to me exactly what they are, but I’m in the ballpark). Otherwise, namaste is what they say.

Wizard of Oz, part 2

Where were we? Ah, Glenda had just put Dorothy on to the yellow-brick road, the golden path. This is the labyrinth path towards our inner centers. Only, in this case, there is no center, as we will see.

Oh, before moving on, there is the issue of the ruby slippers taken from the crushed, repressed witch. They are stylin’, are they not? We know that, ultimately, they provide Dorothy her ticket home. As far as the symbology, I’m at a bit of a loss. We can look at the rubies like we looked at the gold, as a link to Spirit vs. our modern materialistic addiction to wealth. Or, we could simply view them as shoes. Sometimes, they’re just what we need to help get us from here to there. Moving on.

The Munchkins are synonymous with Dwarves of older folk tales, including LotR, and, very likely, represent the imagination. This is where we play, we invent and create; the Dwarves are said to be responsible for all of these.

And, the witch manifests once more to threaten Dorothy. All of this before she even embarks on the golden path. Ah, the witch demands the shoes and Dorothy refuses. This could help us identify their symbolism. As long as she “owns” them, they cannot never be taken away. When we “own” our path, our actions, for good or bad, can never be taken from us. I think we may be getting closer.

Wait, who is Glenda? Imagine the Devil shoulder and the Angel shoulder. Now simply put the wicked witch on one side and the good witch on the other. We see them now as the left and right arms emerging from the single person, a single source. They are two sides to the same coin. Glenda is the Compassionate Mother, while the Green Witch is the destructive Kali embodiment.

She sets on the path and encounters the two gods of modern civilization: the Scarecrow of Agriculture, and the TinMan of Industry; both removed of head and heart and tearing at the psyche of Man. Scarecrow knows not where to go moving forward, he’s stuck in the past. Even a crow, the symbol of Death, comes to pick at him. Very poignant today as Monsanto hunkers down to poison us (actually, this is a by-product of their intention which is to create a way to mass produce food cheaply to feed more people. The poisoning, I think, is an unconscious action). TinMan, Industry, poisons the rest: the water, the air, the earth itself.

Coupled with these two, they trek deep into the woods to encounter the castrated Lion-Man who embodies the shadow of our disconnect with Nature. The woods, the earth are reflections of our body we rely on to experience the world which provides the experience, a dialogue between our bodies and the earth. Now we have lost access to our Animal power, for some it is Lion. Typically, citizens of the West fall back on Wolf (our most well known apex predator) to represent this, but Lion serves this role just as well. In other movies, this role of the shadow Animal Self is taken up by the Werewolf.

Of course, now, our group of intrepid PsychoNauts has entered a field of poppies. More or less, our addiction to whatever drug (including caffeine, nicotine, sugar) we can get hold of to get us to a non-ordinary state of consciousness. We become very fatigued with the constant repressing of our shadows. It’s depressing; dealing with them is very painful. The poppies put the LionMan to sleep entirely, TinMan cries himself into a rusted stupor and Industry grinds to a halt; yet Scarecrow is immune. No surprise, poppies are in the same realm as there exist farms dedicated to such things as poppies. Hmm, Scarecrow is a dealer. lol.  Glenda pulls them out of this addiction through the light, breaks the addiction and sets them back on the golden path towards Emerald City, an imagined glorious future, perhaps.

Stay tuned for the finale in part 3.

Wizard of Oz: A Contemporary Labyrinth Without a Center

There are so many ancient labyrinth tales! The most familiar mythology to the Western citizen is probably Theseus and the Minotaur. In short, Theseus, son of King Ageus in Athens, Greece, throws himself into the lottery to be shipped over to Crete to be fed to the Minotaur as sacrifice. Theseus is determined to slay the Bull-headed humanoid and end the ritual sacrifices. It is the example by which we live today, to repress our connectivity to the body and, with it, our vital body anthropomorphized as a Bull humanoid.

*More to come in my upcoming book! There’s always a book in the works, yeah?

So, Dorothy… Modern day Kansas. This story doesn’t exactly parallel the tale of Theseus. Dorothy is hardly a princess, she’s the daughter of a dirt farmer. That is a farm set in the dust bowl of the “dirty thirties”, a time of incredible drought and poor agricultural practices which stripped the land of its nutrients. That’s when the movie of The WoOz came out, the stories were written by Frank Baum and published in a series from 1900 to 1920.

Dorothy’s family and farm are beset by a cyclone and the whirling mental worries it very likely represents (at least in this interpretation). Everyone makes it to the storm cellar save her, who is torn away while inside the house. The wicked witch of the East, now, was a woman who came to the farm on bike to collect Toto, the dog. Toto is the faithful animal companion kept at her side, a representation of the inner animal forgotten to the unconscious; now an external representation reflecting this ethereal memory we can’t quite recall.

She sings about things beyond the rainbow, beyond our sensory perception. She speaks to the dream visions and portals to Source and to Spirit (cough, DMT, cough). Well, at any rate, the mean-ole-woman on the bike is threatening to remove even this snippet of access to the animal body we possess (Toto); and, it frightens Dorothy to the core. The witch is the modern Medusa, in a way (to switch over mythologies for a moment), as it is this hag that continually reemerges from our unconscious to try and point us to the core of our personalities – the archaic mind governed by the Great Mother. This is our base platform, our Animal brain, essentially.

The cyclone, worries of the mind, take her to her own inner space of Oz where the house crushes (continues the repression) of the witch. Well, this particular manifestation. Now, Glenda, the good witch appears to guide her down the yellow-brick road (c’mon, it’s gold). This is the labyrinth’s path! This is paralleled by Ariadne offering the golden thread to Theseus to help guide him towards the Minotaur so that he could find his way out. Being gold says it is the pure way, not the materialistic advancement we see it as today.

Wow, this is blowing up. I think that I will break for now and add a second, third and fourth parts. Not sure how this will play out space-wise.

 

 

How do I define “forgiveness”?

The saying goes: It takes two to tango. In the case of forgiving, one party becomes the oppressor, the second party, the oppressed. The range of this interaction runs the gamut from bumping someone’s shoulder (inadvertently) w/o apology all the way to holocaust.

Step 1: Trauma afflicted.

Step 2: The oppressor rolls on while the oppressed hurts, suffers.

Step 3: The oppressor? Who knows. They’ve probably forgotten the incident unless it’s of holocaust proportions. And, the oppressed becomes obsessed with the want of justice and reparations.

Forgiveness releases the oppressed from this suffering and want of the contents of step 3. I will fall back on some Buddhist teachings known as the 4 noble truths: life is suffering; the root of suffering is desire; there is a way to cease this suffering; the way is the 8-fold path.

The need for justice implies, imo, the idea and the want that the oppressor will comply to your needs of justice and reparations. This will NEVER occur, this desire, this expectation. To continue to obsess with the expectations will continue the suffering. The oppressor has nothing more to do with the oppressed. The oppressed are relying on external validation. This is the error. The only peace comes from within oneself. Forgiveness, then, means to let loose the expectations.

That being said, forgiveness is a HARD place to get to, particularly when it is of holocaust proportions. But, imo, joy can not be found without forgiveness. We have ALL encountered some level of trauma in each of our lives. We are humans. We have ALL caused someone else some level of trauma. Surprise. We may not even know; we may have forgotten.

Maybe that one odd person out there who has it in for you and you have no idea why…you have caused them trauma on some level, OR, you remind them of the one who has and they can get to you but not them. I don’t even know what to do with that, now. But, if you’re the crazy one, stop it and forgive them. You’ll find joy again; you’ll live again. This is your purpose: find joy.

I’ve published Runes & Archetypes finally

thorsdaeink

http://www.amazon.com/Runes-Archetypes-Contemporary-Reflections-Illuminating/dp/1512076775/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1435761584&sr=8-1&keywords=Runes+%26+Archetypes&pebp=1435761587390&perid=1SKPRB18TN6TXEYVY7H9

This link will take you there.

This book explores the entirety of the human narrative and our psyche’s development throughout as told through the rune-hoard. The Nordic pagans were so cleverly intuitive they understood the esoteric knowledge given them by the wyrd, what we would call synchronicities. Once they began to scribe with letters borrowed from the Etruscans and Romans, this knowledge was carved into stone to preserve it through the kali yuga (of course this is Hindu, not pagan, but same deal). I hope you enjoy it. Thank you, DSS.

View original post