BARAKA BASHMENT

eh? eh?

SHARI’A: Commonly translated as “law,” however, here experienced as SUCHNESS since we recognize law to be man-made. Shari’a is therefor the suchness of existence preceeding, following, and enveloping human involvement. There is no law other than being and occurrence. Things are and be. “Man”-made law is a simulation of suchness. It is corruption and the ultimate expression of a failed society.


TARIQA: Commonly translated as “path,” but here understood to be LIFE as every microcosmic expression of the life-living-dying etc is part and parcel of the path itself. The fulfillment of tariqa occurs both self-aware and ignorant since all beings “go” willingly or unwillingly.


HAQIQA: Usually translated as “Truth,” however here translated as THE MERGING OF DIRECT AND PRE-SOCIALIZED EXPERIENCE WITH “IT” IN A SIMULTANEOUS IMPLODING OF BOTH SHARI’A AND TARIQA WITH OR WITHOUT HUMAN PARTICIPATION. It is Chogyam Trungpa’s “blue pancake” and the clap of the zen wood block. It simply is and your Kali-severed head.

Here are two spreads of what’s in the works.

I’m making a booklet.

It’s gonna be an extension of this page.

I am still baffled how people become so into airing their “feelings” and making their diaries public. It’s weird to me. I never liked keeping a journal. So I never did. The thought of being like “I feel like [this] today” and waiting to here a bunch of strangers confirm it is weird to me. SOOOOOO weird. I just don’t get it. In a way I’m doing it right now. WEIRD.

Aliens would definitely look at it as a sign of the alienation overall society feels. Throw out a net. Screaming out the window: Does anyone else feel like I do!?

Or is it a backlash against concrete/non-linear poetics to have cyberspace flooded with base confessionalism?

Eee gads.

In either case… I’m moving over into hard copy print matter, cause tactile is the only tile.

It’s gonna be chant down babylon stuff with a heap the world is an anarchic non-thing exploding in our faces while fascists try to kill you slowly with chemical foods type of thing.

If you want it when it’s done (a few weeks for issue one) get me your address.

Roughly 20 pages of quick read and imagery.

P,B

Some of these next few are repeats but updated as I am putting together a manuscript. A number are brand spankin’ newbie.

Do you not see that all creatures
in the sky and on earth glorify God—
even the bird on a wing?
Each one knows its prayer and manner of praise.
Qur’an 24:41

The outline of the human figure is often hard to perceive. The farther one stands the more blurred our once pristine reference becomes as it merges into innumerable Others. And yet, approaching the Other gives us a similar lack of outline. The closer we investigate—the deeper we dig—the human skin once again loses interest in its definition and dissolves into a deviant migration from one atom to the next. Tendon yields to wormhole yields to the unnamed. The human being! The assumed form of context and experimentation.

However, the irreducible rarely remains as such. Always a work in process, this culmination of interest, ecology, language, salt water, and breath constantly defines and is instantaneously defined. The senses relay to the totality a category of responses. Upon utterance the deliberately almost-constitution—now a human-thing—walks with a (not always) invisible burden. This human-thing, no longer a work in process, is idolized and immersed in the corporate plasma of social admen. The continuous unfolding becomes frozen in time.

Do they seek something other than the religion of God,
to Whom all in the heavens and on earth
have submitted, willingly or unwillingly,
and to Whom they will be returned?
Qur’an 3:83

If God is (not just) the uncontainable totality of is-ness, and Islam is a peaceful surrender to the already immersed nature of the human being into this is-ness, and to be muslim (not necessarily a Muslim) is to be a person who willingly or unwillingly submits to these conditions, how than and to what does the plasma stick?

Rock. Tar sticks easily to rock. Feathers stick easily to tar. On the road to Mecca there is rock, tar, possibly feathers, and a number of road signs. One sign in particular dictates that all Muslims may stay the coarse while all non-Muslims must exit to the right. The questions one must ask are: does this sign describe anything real—anything possible? Who in the desert must really veer to the right? If a person exits to the right, does the road continue to turn right until it places the human-thing where it previously veered? Does the exit from the road to Mecca even exist? Can a person really veer in any direction? Are we not all willingly or unwillingly enveloped by the perpetual manifestations of Truth?

The world as experience exists as an infinite number of potentials. In the constructed social realm (how social this realm truly is has yet to be seen) people do in fact turn right—people whose identity does not coincide with the dominant identity construct. All non-Muslims must exit, which ironically enough includes muslims who do not bare the title Muslim™. At its best, radical monotheisms consider all beings partial to the same divine motivation, thus challenging egocentric sectarianism and categories beginning with “non.” Radical monotheism recognizes a common breath that manifests in as many ways as there are people to in fact breathe. To restrict this breath is to provide only a straw through which to suckle air, over time converting raw brainpower into a lethargic brain damage.

However, this strangling of the process-human is by no means limited to religious affiliation. The human-thing is a perpetual manifestation of the linear narrative that careens through the mind upon noticing an Other of notable interest. Atheism may strangle. Pantheism may strangle. Communism may strangle. Monotheism may strangle. Anarchism may strangle. Post-postmodernism may strangle. The common thread is the common narrative where ideological borders solidify and condemn those outside the gates to subjugation. This narrative typically plays out as such: Two people are walking towards one another at which point the mind begins to construct a flawless personal identity that in turn maintains an Other’s flawless personal identity. Here is a person doing the “business thing.” S/he is an asshole. I probably wouldn’t be able to talk to him/her about anything. They are against all that I believe and therefore is an enemy and needs to be avoided. At best I will ignore this person.

One way to even begin to recognize a subversion of this common scenario is to possibly follow this person (to whatever degree this objectifies her/him and makes him/her a goal I am not sure) and proceed to engage her/him in the most lengthy conversation possible-making sure to ask many questions. With a sense of humility the conversation may yield a transcommodified experience—one in which the minute orchestra of cellular activity is (sub)consciously appreciated. Mind you, this is not a goal. And this is certainly not an attempt to have us “get along.” Rather it is a simple practice of moving away from engaging with the representation of the Other (via film, TV, newspaper, etc.) towards engaging the Other directly, taking notice of the subtle body language. Smelling the breath. Hearing the voice among other voices. Remarking about someone’s cough. I don’t expect us to like this so-called Other, however, I expect us to recognize its humanity. It’s a very preliminary and small step with possible radical implications.

The questions still remain, however. Is talking to a stranger revolutionary? Will it lead to a global or even local dialogue? Are we using strangers for our own therapy? Have we merely fashioned them into golden calves? Is the exit from the road to Mecca an expression of samsara, a blessing, both, or neither? Maybe we should first get in touch with our loved ones. Have we listened what they have to say? Have we asked? And when they answered have we heard?

It’s been about a year now since I began studying and practicing kundalini yoga as taught by the Siri Singh Sahib, otherwise known as Yogi Bhajan.

As far as I’m concerned, this society has taken every effort to separate the human from it’s body, while simultaneously conditioning this same human to obssess over the representation of the body (AKA I hate my body and yet am addicted to its appearance). So for me, any method that brings the consciousness back into the body, interweaving the two, is a method I am interested in.

There are any number of methods that accomplish this. Sport, martial arts, etc. Yoga is an obvious one, but one whose very name sends latte-induced shivers down the backs of otherwise strong people. I leave it up to you to be discerning and separate out the minerals. Lambasting yoga for being materialistic cause it’s in the West is fun and all, but asumes that it wasn’t materialistic in the East. (Head check: look at any spiritual tome from ancient India and you’ll find any number of warnings against false gurus, so….)

Here’s it is. I’m going to be putting up some posts regarding what I have find out through direct experience and experimenting with my body. “What does it feel like to do this?” As the SSS has said, this new age will be the age of experience, where previously we were in the age of knowledge.I will write as much as I can on that in a few. Think: knowing about, versus, embodying the knowledge of.

I will also try and touch upon these fun topics:

How a cold shower in the morning will change your life (AKA heating your body from the inside-out)
Anarchism as the lens through which to view the world, not as a society of the like-minded

How when we see our religious garb (AKA costumes) as just that: costumes, we can finally wear them for the first time

Kundalini yoga as “working class yoga” (sayeth Sat Hari Singh)

Experimentation with body as radical rebellion

Osho’s take on religious dogma as the bandage for a weak and scared audience. GOD IS UNCERTAINTY!

If you do not knock I will open the door for fresh air.

You did not knock and so I am peeking out for morning doves sitting on branches in the rain.

And they look sweet and pleasant.

Today began the first action of the anti-civilization movement a la mash your pudgy little face you look so cute in your new religious roles.

I told a woman on the phone that she was anti-human for redirecting my call to a central office before I could speak to my local branch.

Anti-human breeds anti-human.

Thus it begins.

The Situationists asked us to take the Spectacle literally. Let it prove itself to us. I don’t think it will. I don’t think it can. I don’t think it wants to be challenged in such a way and will strike with violence if taunted.

In the end she simply said there was nothign she could do. I reminded her that I would not provide her with the information she asked out of spite. At which point I laughed, because if boredom isn’t hilarious than we’re not doing it right.

May the religious of this world combat the fascists with confusion and blasphemy. The only salvation is a heresy. This is a joke, because there is no longer a heresy to be had. Those that claim there is are liars and goblins.

But if there is to be a heresy…

The only heresy is shape-shifting. The only means of shape-shifting is the constant reconfiguration of identities. Let the most Muslim of them all rebel against the Islam of the righteous. Let the Buddhist rebel by becoming a Buddhist. And let the Sikh accept its fate as a religion, for dearest Nanak your anarchism has been laid to sleep.

How dare they call you a Muslim. How dare they call you a Hindu. How dare they call you a Sikh. Only you can call you a Sikh.

Today, one’s identity, as laughable as it is, is the only thing they have left. It is a pathetic state, but to deny one one’s own is murder. And murder is unacceptable.

Those that wish to impose an identity on others (cage them) or worse take one away from another (rape them) are vile and have rendered themselves the living dead.

You do not know who you are because you are vain.

You know, all in good fun. Like paint ball.

As one of you can see, I have stopped accepting comments. I would love to have comments, but the spammers have got me on lockdown right now. I can’t keep up and as such need to keep comments off. If anything inspires you to speak, feel free to email me. those of you who have my email, of course use it, and those of you who don’t, try and find someone who does.

RELIGION into ART:

Ideally I would say this by starting off with: For some time I have been thinking…

But that isn’t the case so, here’ sjust something that passed into my brain, from a floating orb: The anarchist project, that thing that some people want to see happen to the world, makes me nervous. While I embrace the anarchist critique and approach and lens, anarchists in their most vocal forms, are annnnooooooying. Volunteer at the Wooden Shoe in Philly for a month and see for you self.

I assume if the anarchism of some took hold, “spirituality” or worse “religion” would be marginalized a “coercive.” But when “art” becomes life, coudln’t we just reinterperate our actions? Frankly I have little interest in being both “an artist” or a member of a religion, but if I had to chose…

Here’s what sparked my thought; me me me

I was shocked the article even mentioned art. A’s tend to be so drab in their Darwinian forms.

THE FREE ORDER OF INTENTIONAL LIVING
aka
THE FOIL

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THE PROTECTION OF THE FREELY EXPRESSED EXISTENCE
OF A PEOPLE WHOSE LIFESTYLE ALLOWS OTHERS
TO FREELY EXPRESS THEIR EXISTENCE

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• FREE: a state of being comprised of always already potential and possibility; to let go; able to act at will; not hampered; not under compulsion or restraint; to relieve from
• ORDER: a formal association of people with similar interests; a system or organization; a command or decree
• INTENTIONAL: deliberate; by conscious design or purpose; done by design
• LIVING: the activity of engaging, maintaining, and manifesting life; still in active use
• FOIL: thwart; hinder or prevent (the efforts, plans, or desires) of an oppressive manipulative force; anything that serves by contrast to call attention to an other thing’s qualities

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Today, the first sound of the Free Order of Intentional Living is “AH.” The last sound of the Free Order of Intional Living is “HU.” Tomorrow, we are not sure. As beginning and end are aspects of blessed, though limited, human consciousness, this is not entirely true or Truth. It is a potential piece of the Great Uncontainable Consciousness and therefore useful. Every aspect of life is useful. Every action and reaction, every crossroads and decision is use-worthy in realizing the pre- and manifest divine un- and reality. In this there is a value.

The limited concepts of beginning and end are also useless, in that there are opportunities to use less. In this there is a value.

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• “USEFUL” ACCORDING TO THE FOIL: Engagement through appreciation and with future consideration. The perpetual seven generations of native peoples. Learning. Mutual assistance.
• “USEFUL” ACCORDING TO BABYLON: The raping and life-excavating pillage of an objectified Earth, matter, being, and cosmos.

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OH HOW YOU’RE BOUNDLESS, OH HOW YOU’RE BOUNDLESS
OH HOW YOU’RE BOUNDLESS IS THIS IS-NESS

OH HOW YOU ARE LOVE, OH HOW YOU ARE LOVE
OH HOW YOU ARE LOVE LOVING LOVE

OH HOW YOU SING, OH HOW YOU SING
OH HOW YOU SING YOUR SONG SINGING

OH HOW YOU’RE LIFE, OH HOW YOU’RE LIFE
OH HOW YOU’RE LIFE LIVING LIFE

OH HOW YOU’RE DEATH, OH HOW YOU’RE DEATH
OH HOW YOU’RE DEATH DYING DEATH

OH HOW YOU OPEN, OH HOW YOU OPEN
OH HOW YOU OPEN TO LET US IN

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FREE ORDER : INTENTIONAL LIVING : FREE LIVING : THE ORDER OF INTENTIONALITY:

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KILL YR IDOLS

1. The idol is the thing, manufactured or otherwise, that stands in place of its sign/ificance, its “nature,” its is-ness, its nothing special-ness, its in and of its self-ness, as well as its context and history. As such, the idol is the medium of separation. It is the brick wall. It is the frozen definition.
2. Contrary to what many believe, an idol’s idolness can not be fully known by anyone other than the idolater his/herself. As such, a person can not be accused of idolatry with complete and total certainty. This is because idolarty occurs wholly inside a person’s mind, and as one can never truly know another’s thoughts, one must concede to the knowledge of the collected being AKA God.
3. For instance, hoola-hoops are not idols in and of themselves, however, a person could certainly make a hoola-hoop an idol if the hoola-hoop itself was the sole divinity rather than a piece. That is, the physicality of the hoola-hoop, was the beginning and the end of total consciousness. The same goes for a statue. Even though it is fashioned by humans, the statue does not necessarily become an idol simply by the nature of its creation. The same must also be said about Hindu iconography. Simply because a person may sing in front of, meditate or pray before a conception does not an idol make. We are not necessarily in the presence of idol worship.
4. Idol worship is discouraged, because it is understood that the realization of Allah is without end. It is essentially endless. So that anything that makes finite the experience of Truth is considered a hindrance. As, according to the Qur’an and hadith, God necessitates God-consciousness in order to be known, there is a great emphasis placed on removing this hindrance from a person’s spiritual path.
5. It seems . . .

1.
Today the Sun. Tomorrow Fear.

2.
Today the sun rests on a ledge and is crushed by the hovering shock of this is not it.
Today the sun pales.
Today the sun makes its way slowly across the covering.
Today the sun answers not one call, but a series of speechless beckons from the formless.
The formless already a name.
The formless already a vision.
The formless already a constant separation.
The formless already a member of its family.
Its family the destruction of crumbling.
Its family the removal of obstacles.
Its family the extension of the human fingertip.
Its family the open skull.

This mouth a cave.
This mouth a condition to be vehicles.
This mouth a monster’s half-child.

The push to sever. The approach to split space by a hand hung from arm chest neck hung from head hung from a skeleton’s forgotten sky. The air a fossil. The air a formula to build again a sky forgotten. The air a fermentation banned. A concotion.

Crude.

Crushing.

Crucible.

A light hung from the mixture of bone-human, screen-human, scream-human, describe-human, notated-human. Another other.

3.
When the God combusts to free God, the God envelopes itself as a white dwarf envelopes the cosmos along with a child’s fascination. The enveloped fascination traps itself in itself, having finally completed the total identification with the replica. The replica replaces the original. The original replaces the unnamed. The unnamed hiccup when noticing the protégé having itself forgotten the Archangel of death spanning the cosmos and covered in eyes wide. Death follows Life. Life precedes Death. Life the Living. Death the destruction of Life’s form. Death protects Life from life. Life protects Death from form. Form protects the mundane from the sacred veiled by the rotting flag of carcass and allegiance. Institution is mechanical rot.

4.
What than of the glance?
What than of the breath against breath?
What than of the rebellion of bodies against slavery?

The skin excuses itself from the muscle and tendon of partnered body-sex to destroy the oppression coming from the lens of a most cumbersome and spying rotunda encapsulating the culture of the Free Order of Intentional Living. The Great Excuse. The Clarifier. The Song Sung Singing. The Clapping. The Crushing Love. The Automaton of Freedom. The Appreciation of the Boundless Question. The Beautiful That Loves Beauty. The Natural. That Which Exposes. That Which Mothers Co-Existence. That Which Helps. The Humble Path. That Which Helps the Humble Path. Yes/ &/ But/ Is/ Not. YA BISN!

5.
A foil is both a noun and a verb. It is that which by the nature of it’s own character exposes the character of another. It is itself and the means by which itself. It is the various means by which one usurps the hegemonic power of another. Itself is its nature—a continually (re/de)created culture of pro-conversation and good intentions. The foil is the intention is not the foil but always already awareness.

It is the laughing rebellion. It is the appreciation of diversity. It is the acceptance of difference and the attack on tolerance. Tolerance necessitates a source of power that is in a position to tolerate (AKA ignore for a period of time) an Other. The foil is the disruption of this saving face nice-ism. It is the shade in summer.

It is an attempt to deliberately engage the Spectacle. It is an attempt to make room for the perpetual conversation (AKA God-consciousness manifest) of the great collective—LIFE!