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Where the language needs to be repaired, cleaned out, I will bring in my words like a fountain.
It’s our mobility we’ve forgotten – I’ve been thinking about that nonstop since coming to utah– what are these invisible walls shutting us off against freedom of movement? The wildness of impulse? We’ve benlieved the lie of being civilized so deeply that we no longer remember true instinct. When we gather in groups we don’t remember the thrill of dancing or the power of ritual. We don’t know how to discuss or generate new timelines to guide us out of the past. We’ve forgotten the power that comes from within and between us, and only know about the power that keeps us in fear.
I’m trying to forgive myself for existing the way that I am
The voice of programming
The surveillor
The one always taller, more knowledgeable than me
The one who faces the people and governs them
As long as that role exists and is valued, we will not be free
As long as we leave that spot open to the energy that can benefit most from filling it.
I had to choose life. The bare face of it. I don’t think I wanted to be happy when I was grieving. It got to where my joy, trapped in my body, was breaking me.
We are propelled to live. We cannot stifel it. Movement and life are the same. I thought by not moving I could stop life. But as long as your heart is beating you’re compelled to act out life. It’s a role you can’t reject or hide from.
I saw my highest self and it crushed me
I’m trying to forgive her for revealing her face to me. I’m trying to let her inhabit this body. But I’m resisting it.
The question in my base is yes or no
It is the question that keeps life going
Its unanswerability is the momentum behind all manifestation.
Awake comes from your base – if you did not have this trigger you would fall asleep – awake means you have trapped energy that needs to be released – all action, movement and speech is the release of energy. Sleeping is inhaling – we receive what we will give the next day with our movements.
To live in response to your body – in response to the question yes or no which sits you upright and makes you alert – to let yourself be propelled by this question, not intimidated by it
There is nothing to figure out – there is a natural propulsion that moves everyone, and we take it as an existential crisis. To die or to live – we cannot and are not expected to decide. There is only the friction between yes and no to guide us.
If you can find it in your body – and your resistance to it – you can locate your entire psychology, the way you cope with this question and your efforts to resist the unknowns it brings up for you.
To live as the creature you are – to live compelled by your own inner urgency (which used to be the source of your depression and anxiety) is the entire reason we’re all here
Expression comes forth out of friction – polar signals the body is pressed to find something to do with
You keep the current going–thats all it is–you remove the obstacles interrupting your own flow and rhythm, the way you come out into the world
A lot has been put in the way of honest/full expression because it’s the most powerful thing there is. It’s freedom – fully inhabiting, fully knowing
Purging misogyny from my psyche - I am going to let myself go
(the woman who lets herself go is the enemy to this machine)
The tunnel is the length of your resistance
The reason I am doing this is because I believe artists have carried out a task for a long time that they can no longer be given the burden of doing in isolation. Too much is happening for a handful of scattered artists to listen and respond to. We’ve ridden on the backs of their self-trust for centuries.
They are not more gifted or brilliant than you are.
They know a desire you simply don’t trust yourself to follow through.
All of us are regaining our instincts. We’ve been coddled by this machine. It holds us inside its walls, and only gives us tasks that can be completed inside them.
The uncommercialized artist is someone who enters uncharted space for the hell of it. In a world that’s been so colonized by one monolithic structure, we depend on art for freedom. It is a path outside this. But the experience of art is not enough. We need on a large scale the instincts that bring a person to make it. The focused gaze resting on unknown territory. We need to know how to interact with the unknown or we will always trust someone more gifted or knowledgeable to give structure to it.
mormon religion is to outer darkness, what this reality has done to the space outside it
the way leila felt restrained by relationships – the way relationships have been used to tie us more to this machine and keep us locked in the traps of judgment and approval – the way relationships are the places where this reality is validated and enforced
tie this into the idea that our natural magnetism toward each other has been co opted
The question of instinct is the only question. Am I doing this right. We create rote memorization of behaviors and movements that seem effective and safe from the big question. We’re all safeguarding ourselves against the only thing that will give us our freedom and joy
The message I got in my dreams last night was to forget myself a little more. To not rely so much on my confidence, well being, or mental fortitude to do the work. Much is being done behind the scenes to get me in a fit state to do this, and I can rely on that instead of spending time each day distracted by the question of whether I am able and capable. Don’t question it. Questioning is delaying. Questioning is fearing. It’s what stands in the way of me and channeling, that fluid relationship I want to achieve, so I can act whenever I want to.
My dreams have been playing back over encounters. A voice is alongside me, pointing things out, gently allowing my frustration and confusion as I struggle to learn why I feel bad. I receive all this and test my knowledge the next day. Over and over. Dreams train me. This is battle – how tempting it’s been to forget that. I am closing up all the holes one by one – where the enemy has gotten in. Trauma prepared me for psychic attack and the greate resetting of boundaries that comes after. You don’t heal back to the way you were before. You build a fortress around your joy and weed out every single thing that tries to dampen, exploit or suppress it. Fuck every force that acts in suppression of joy. We are the stars. Our light comes from the heart of the cosmos. What harms and blots us out will soon be what we refract effortlessly, so loud will be our joy and expression. There is nothing you can do to stop the growth of me. All this scarcity turns to abundance in my hands.
I do not have special skills. We are born with an armor we are taught to set down. How embarrassing, how unscientific, to rely on the strength of your own intuition, to sharpen your words like a sword, to know deeply that the love between us can prepare us for any death, any change, that this is the fabric by which we are malleable, always adaptive to the new world changes bring to us, and so there is no reason for fear.
There is no justification for fear, no matter how hurt you’ve been, and often it’s the ones who’ve been hurt the most that finally say fuck it and break out of fear’s shackles. There is only a mind still leaning on a backup story, not yet able to stand alone with its own inner knowledge. We say words we’ve heard others say because we don’t trust our own tongues to improvise. We move our bodies in a memorized way – memorized gestures and expressions we’ve seen others use without judgment being passed on them. We do what we have observed to be safe.
We’re all living in response to this surveillor who seems to know all our thoughts and movements, and who alone possesses the power to measure them. Like hostages, we try pleasing him. Attaching ourselves to him at times in the name of religion and righteous behavior. But does it ever work? The endless stream of actions we take to avoid trauma? Anyone who’s trying to heal will tell you no, your system simply crashes one day and you are forced to see what conditions you’ve been living under. Then you have to grieve. Many of us rediscover the child who first learned fear, and we ask her to forgive us, because we traded her joy for a place in this global network of isolation and self-questioning that causes us to either copy or condemn each other, whichever feels safest in our assessment of risk. It’s her we make reparations for, because she knew and understood what we are now having to work so hard to remember.
It should not take the strength and mental fortitude of a warrior to do this. To live self propelled by love and desire for expression. But it does, and so we require training. In an invisible battle, every day, we are fighting an illness that brings weakness to our whole species. Healing it in ourselves, we learn strength and can teach it to others. We also learn this illness – it becomes a familiar – and we understand that fighting it is our rite of passage to become strong and wise as a species. We need this illness, for a time, to understand the pain that comes from holding onto it, believing it, using it to shield ourselves from our true calling, which is uniting and building. In understanding the role of this illness, we can forgive ourselves for being so attached to it, and we can minimize the exhaustion that comes from resisting it. The purpose of this process is not to focus on the problem that plagues us but to redirect all our faculties toward the real purpose on our lives, which humanity has been avoiding. We are training ourselves to align with this purpose, to strengthen any areas where we’ve been practising avoidance, and then, when it’s time, to find others who are ready to build with us.
Dissociation gives you a look at what you are in. A mind looking down at a body. You can allow yourself to see your interaction with the world, and you can train yourself to do this without fear.
Trauma will teach you fear, and fear, when lived in for months or years, can teach you the way out of it. Trauma pushes you straight into fear, it’s a den of vipers. And the only way to survive is to tame them. I stopped living with fear in my body because I just couldn’t sustain it anymore.
If I resent this story I resent myself
Collective trauma looks to me like a one way ticket to mobilizing and finding personal power
This separation, on a global scale, is the separation between us and action. They teach us not to control ourselves, so they can do it for us.
Your nervous system is your physical understanding of boundaries. Most of trauma work is resetting boundaries on all levels physical and psychic. Your relationship with these boundaries is your power.
The world needs to name its new experiences – we are like a growing child and our vocabulary __________________
The only way to gain control of myself is to surrender but not give in
Any adversity that comes my way is but a moment in time that I cannot allow into my space unless I choose to
If I control myself, no one else can
Any institution or person that tires may be able to for a season, if I forget myself
If I remember myself, any adversity can easily be overcome
Any adversity I can overcome, I can do so bc I am in control of myself
Ultimately: I can overcome any adversity because if I am in control of myself, nothing can control me
Control is gained through the rejection thereof
This reality is a manifestation of the avoidance of pain
America is the avoidance of pain
Pain needs room to breathe, it lives on open air and being spoken
Allow it in your body. Your pain is your awareness of being alive.
Seeing it in yourself you will see it in everything
The pain that makes grass grow even as we walk on it
The pain is born out of all these lives pushing against each other – we are all alive at once
Coming and going
We cannot do anything without hurting each other
Every person carries the pain of all the lives pressing against them, constantly awakening and mirroring their own
The world with all its life forms is set up so that we eat each other. We need each other’s hide. We need each other’s roots. We need the womb of another to come into being.
You cannot avoid this pain of coexistence. Life and death come out of our relationships. We make way for each other to pass through.
I can’t look away from the face of america. I know there are things going on elsewhere that deserve my attention but when I look in my heart all I see is the struggle going on here and what needs to happen. We’ve run ourselves so far that tit isn’t about what we want anymore. Everything rising up is a response. And I think we all know it.
I keep watching the faces of cops while the protestors shout at them. Total avoidance. This does not apply to me. How many of us can say that before this country collapses? We are a country or toddlers without parents. Whose country is this? No one seems to have taken real ownership of it. The people in “power” and the ones who support them are just children who don’t want to share their toys. They know the idea of ownership and are seeing how far it will get them. But in the hands of a child, ownership is just saying “no, this is mine.” It requires that there be someone getting denied what you have.
Once the person asking for your toy receives it, the whole game is over.
How long will this game go on, and what will be the punishment for the ones who humiliated us like this? Part of what makes the fight so exhausting is knowing that the oppressed are so much smarter than the ones holding power away from them. They have aged all this time and grown wiser.
This whole system gets by on hoarding and avoidance of loss. It does not take any amount of intelligence to hold your fist around something and not let it go. And we all look so dumb trying to open that hand.
The fight is so real in some ways but it was also made up. They wrote it. They wrote a story in which they decide who lives and who dies, and what each person is given. The earth is a resource to all who live on it, but they made it out to be otherwise. And build a monopoly on that premise. Because they constructed a physical reality around this story, we all have to play along. Even though we know our survival was not theirs to begin with.
Because I am a white woman I am on both sides of this game. I enjoy survival while also knowing the threat of its loss. And I’m always aware of the white american man I’m connected to no matter what I do to remove myself. He is there, justifying. He still won’t let go.
As white women, we like to think we can convince them. Coax the hand open. We are the counterpart to selfishness, and also (when our survival looks to be at stake) we are the defender of it.
Control has been the study of my life, all the ways I am navigating it just by existing. This world eats itself continually. It isn’t full of danger but opportunities to be confined. So much of your experience is what you allow. But there’s a paradox to it that I always find myself toying with. Because the confinements we experience are very real. We all encounter them, every life force on earth is met with trappings set up for it. And yet it seems to be our agreements to those trappings that truly bind us. This is the main interplay I sense in the world right now. And I don’t know how it all plays out. Like any paradox it can go on forever without resolution, but the use of any paradox is its unsolvability. It provides momentum – an unanswerable question that triggers the life force in us to wake up. We are more alert when we are toying with two opposite truths. It has to do with survival – the question of death presents itself in every moment that you are alive, so for your whole life you are being met with both forces and deciding where to put the friction that choice brings. All of life is triggered and propelled by these conflicting truths we’re capable of holding. So their unanswerability doesn’t phase me at all. The ending is irrelevant, it’s about the momentum.
A face turns into a mask when the wearer outgrows it
Freedom requires constant updating – freedom is a continued momentum kept by a focused and playful mind
I had to learn my captivity in order to disavow it
This is my creative process – finding traps and freeing myself from them
We give our power to what we see as powerful. If our definition of power is an image of an abuser, then we cannot be surprised when we find ourselves being abused. Why have we accepted such a narrow understanding of the thing that, if properly understood, could save us from self destruction?
Our language gets narrowed down while we aren’t watching.
When will the world come back together? There’s a language we can all understand. We take part in a silent conversation that just needs to be brought to the surface. We’re all hiding this secret we know and have built our defenses around. Every night when we sleep the walls come down, and then in the morning we reinforce them. We’re wearing the wrong armor. The two were switched out when we weren’t looking.
Making art is making boundaries. You get to determine the conversation you want to have and the way you want to reveal yourself to the world.
Speaking is also remembering. That’s why it’s so important to keep speech alive and not let ourselves talk from a place of emptiness. There’s a way of speaking that allows your voice to transmit true memory.
We talk to distract ourselves from what we’ve forgotten
SPEAKING AS THERAPY and the way kids who hear their voice reading could focus better – seeing speech for what it is could heal the world
This body is a meeting place for a decision
This moment is a meeting place for a decision
Why are so many women experiencing post partum depression and autoimmune disorders after giving birth?
Who is protecting women from trauma?
Teach me how to hold this rhythm
The image of the sphere which is the place of rhythm
The way I inhabit this space is the way
Writing is a way for you to travel while tethering yourself with every word
People who have places to go within themselves can get a lot of use from writing
All turmoil both inner and outer is an outcome of displaced control
Chaos is just the untrapping of energy – unrest comes when we haven’t released something. Groups of people all experiencing something tend to circulate energy together. There needs to be a healthy way to make conscious what’s been unconscious and bring things to light. If the way of the group is to shun its own unconsciousness and live in denial of what’s trying to surface, you’ll create basically a pressure cooker. You opt for chaos, which will hit you when you aren’t expecting it.
Every group has a form of rigidness or defensiveness that is socially accepted as rational. Defensiveness (out of defensiveness) can make itself an entire school of thought. All that combined energy that could be used to understand the group energy and help guide its direction is instead used to stifle or repress the energy that feels bad. When we divert our energy to doing that, or when we fight against the people who seem to be stirring the pot, we leave ourselves open to any kind of domination. Groups should not brace themselves against each other, just like one individual shouldn’t be his own enemy. They should brace themselves against ulterior control.
All energy needs to embrace itself, and know itself, so that what truly does not belong is easily identifiable and can be tackled in one motion. Disagreement among its own parts is not the problem of a goup – it’s something that must be understood and resolved so that everyone can free up their energy again. We exacerbate problems so much by ignoring and repressing them. Stress is not good for a body. We get nothing from the avoidance of pain.
We all know one thing. Most of us just let ourselves be taught the denial of it. By adulthood we’ve internalized our own concealment so deeply that we no longer see what we held and hten hid.
It was the joy they felt in the garden that made Adam and Eve want to cover themselves.
The power of my listening combined with total certainty of understanding
I look at things knowing I can transform them
I’m learning a gaze can be life giving
I’ve learned my water is always breaking – only this water spells urgency
I had to find the center of the wheel
From which I could reach out and meet everything
Learning your place of contact is learning your center – from the center you can move the whole wheel forward
The only way to see the world is to create space between you and it. Learning your gaze you can learn the angle from which you come at life. As you watch the world you watch yourself watching it. The life in you meeting the life outside you. We don’t get to find that until we take time and space for it. You don’t have to live in default relationship with the world. You can reset it to be the connection your life wants to make. [women i know who live on high speed without ever having had a reset, and the women whose lives break down when they havent had it, haven’t grieved – this earth will have her grieving, we will no longer punish her with our avoidance of pain]
This dynamic needs fuel. The energy of its participants. We turn this world around and around with a give and take of our choosing.
We wanted to perform labor we would not have to decide the aims of.
Even our fight is contained in the bondage of this power agreement
We have agreed that our oppressors will receive this fighting energy. Either we work for or against them, either way our energy is still theirs.
Because they have hold of our means of survival, we think their reality is real
When I look at every single thing going on in the world as a concerted effort to suppress our joy things make a lot more sense
The world learns with music and language
We made up these roles and filled them
Because we saw paintings of chris on the cross and thought his suffering was a mandate. We used him to feed our guilt. We used jesus to validate the same doctrine as the pharisees. The same enforcing voice. The limitation of life force has gone on for so long and has used many instruments.
Joy contains inherent risk
It is the open field the animal is hesitant to step into
When you look into something, you can unlock the key of it