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Punk and BDSM as Cultural Scabs

I live to smash patriarchy from the bedroom to the boardroom by teaching men and women the anthropological history and prehistory of human domination. For 99% of our species’ existence we lived in nomadic egalitarian hunting/gathering bands. Without being settled, controlling territory/property and without producing male controlled productive surplus, we shared power equally. However approximately 10,000 years ago, some human cultures began to form permanent settlements, domesticate plants and animals, and stratify into authoritarian classes. Starting around 5,000 years ago, the first fortified settlements were built, we now call these war based settlements “cities”. Civilization is thus the process by which once relatively peaceful and equal societies have either enslaved themselves, animals, and the earth, or have been conquered and enslaved.

Anthropologically I see the BDSM movement as an attempt to bring the underlying trauma of civilization and industrial slavery into creative, healing, social contexts. We “play” with the gender roles and power dynamics that the dominant culture forces us to “work” within. It’s the only way to gain a sense of self-determination and sovereignty in a world that’s out of control.

The movement also reclaims the primal, ancestral need to achieve group states of ritualized ordeal induced altered ecstatic states.

I believe that most fetishes are a cultural immune responses that are reacting to the pathology of religious/agricultural/industrial/corporate domination and exploitation.

From a radical/eco feminist perspective, I advocate conscious active resistance to the patriarchal paradigm. It is my hope that we’ll reject and redesign war based urban environments and economies so that they nurture the earth and the feminine principle. A great resource on the rise of patriarchal dominance, and the conquest of peaceful goddess worshipping cultures is the documentary “Goddess Remembered” http://www.nfb.ca/film/goddess_remembered/

In my experience, the most powerful weapon in the struggle for liberation of the feminine divine, is the application of Tantra. A Tantric renaissance would provide the sexual/social/psychological technologies needed to break the spell of submission to the masters of patriarchy.

The rebalancing of earthly and divine masculine and feminine energies would ultimately relieve the contorted pressure built up in our individual psyches and most fetishes would fade out of existence. I think it’s worth questioning the voluntary perpetuation of certain forms of kink that in effect reproduce the pathology of the dominator culture.

When we return to natural balance, shed industrial slavery, reforest, rebuild soil, and reclaim our birthright to thrive on a peaceful Edenic garden planet by design, we’ll no longer need to “process” through BDSM. We won’t have as much dammed, frustrated, twisted pain trapped in our nervous systems needing to be constantly exorcised.

We can identify and salvage the transcendent primal aspects of body modification, deprivation, bondage, ordeal, shamanic trance, etc. and bury the medieval torture aesthetic.

I feel the same way about punk rock. A lot of punks had sell out ex-hippie parents (like in the movie Pump Up the Volume). They couldn’t understand why we made loud, aggressive, abrasive sounding music. They wanted to create a groovy world of peace and serenity and made a tie-dyed, bongoed, sandaled subculture to strive for their ideals within during the late 60s.

By the late 70s, the punk rock movement, taking the radical politics to a further extreme, created a dark reactive aesthetic that presented the Jungian “shadow” of the collective unconscious. Punk is a cultural scab on the festering wound of the failure of the 60s. It’s as if to say, okay mom and dad you tried peace and love, got your asses kicked by riot police, lost momentum when your leaders were jailed, and after the war, your movements dissolved and you rejoined the suburban rat race…you sold out…so In this generation, it’s “no more mister nice guy! Punk is going to get raw, in your face, dirty, nasty, angry, vulgar, negative, hostile, critical, uncompromising, threatening, violent, destructive, fatalistic, etc.

In the U.S. the punk movement is perhaps the most privileged and apathetic, however throughout Latin America, Europe, Southeast Asia and beyond, the revolutionary punk movement is a serious political force.

It’s debatable whether punk will bring down the system and deliver total liberation to the masses world-wide. But it’s worth engaging in the thought experiment: what if somehow magically, punk did succeed. What if it did fulfill it’s ultimate mission: to create sustainable autonomous anarchy to be managed by small retribalized self-sufficient collaborative communities?

What if the punks won? For how long after the victory would all of that angst exist, would their be a toxic polluted war-torn world to base the militant/skull/bullet-belt reactive aesthetic on? Or would all of those memes just fade out of cultural memory?

That’s why I say that both BDSM and punk are cultural scabs. They reflect the dominator culture, they are a tactical weapon against the dominator culture, and they help us cope and grapple with the predicament of being trapped within the dominator culture. But when the dominator model is once again restored to a partnership model, the scab will flake off, giving way to a scar; a scar hopefully big enough that we’ll never be able to forget it and forever carry the wisdom not to make the same mistakes.

When the scab flakes off, what will our transcendent group sexual rituals look and feel like? What will our once dark and abrasive music sound like? I don’t think we’ll be singing Kum Ba Yah in bell bottoms and bandanas. But we will be singing and drumming around camp fires.

In the deep primitive future, we’ll once again be the highest expression of the local ecology. We’ll be the “most beneficial element in the natural system”, rather than the most destructive. Our sexual energy will flow freely and will be guided by the wisdom of shamanic elders, not dammed and twisted by scriptures.

I ask the BDSM scene, which revels in the perpetuation of dominator themes and memes: what role shall we play in this epic moment of opportunity to recreate authentic ecological partnerships with the land beneath our feet? Can we not apply our biological exuberance, fiery passion, and long list of technical and craft skills towards building eco-villages? If a percentage of time and energy was applied to growing our own produce, raising our own meat, catching our own rainwater, composting our own waste, managing our own wood lots, building our own earthen shelters, etc. would we not distribute the load of frustrated energy that contorts our psyches to the point of chronic sexual perversion?

I’m not judging anyone’s fetish, I’m just doing as Timothy Leary advised and questioning everything. Every phenomenon, physical or cultural has a historical context. There was a time before “x” came into being, and there will be a time after. What is the historical context of these bizarre fetishes that have seized upon us? Did they have a functional adaptive advantageous evolutionary utility for our ancestors living in the wild? I think when you peel back the current historical layer, the answer is absolutely yes. But again the need to “ex-state”, to access non-ordinary states of conscious was met by transcendent rituals, rites of passage, ceremonies, controlled induction of pain and ordeal.

So called primitive cultures are filled with freakish practices, so I’m not saying stop getting turned on by pretending to be a dog. I’m just asking, how can pretending to be a dog be brought out of the dungeon and become a healthy part of the fabric of a sustainable tribal culture? Might it morph into a more traditional form of masked totemistic story-telling dance? (see The Spirit of the Mask: http://youtu.be/DtT82PAHZr8).

Towards the evolution of deep ecologically correct, kink-friendly, shameless, free, neo-tribal cultures!

The Interdimensional Ecology of Hyperspace

some beings perceive and treat us the way western society perceives and treats livestock

some beings conduct painful experiments on us the way vivisectors do to lab animals

some of them are intrigued by us, welcome us as lost travelers, and act as guides into other realms

many of them love us and want to share our bodies and experience ecstasy with and through us

but to all of them, we must surrender and let go of the shadow self

a mind full of negative thoughts and emotions is like blood in shark infested waters

a mind full of love is a like a seeping maple tree in a forest full of deer

the mystery of enlightenment, solved by becoming lighter

strip away the the toxic residue, the thought viruses, the ego, the

resentment, the hatred, the guilt, the shame, the fear

and be nursed like a baby

in the luminous ethereal omnipresent arms

of the eternal/infinite feminine divine

Oh My Goddess

oh my goddess
oh my god
oh my goddess
oh my god

oh my god/dess
you’re beautiful
i love you
i thank you

We must resacrilize
body temples as divine
Patriarchy has denied
Shamed and brutalized

Chakras are aligned
Connecting earth and sky
Holy serpents rise
worship them with pride

Sit on my lap
Legs around your back
Look into my eyes
Breathing synchronized

Cycle up the spine
The energy inside
Open the third eye
DMT will flood your mind

If you want to see the light
You must last all night
Pray between my thighs
Meditate while I’m inside

Sacred Sexuality, Divinity, and Shamanism

For hundreds of thousands of years, sacred practices were developed by traditional cultures to connect people to each other, the earth, the sky, the spirit world, etc. in a way that gave them a sense of place in the cosmos.

If something is deemed sacred it’s treated with respect, it’s engaged in ritualistically, and it’s done with full presence and undivided attention.

How many things can you think of that are treated this way in daily life?

Our synthetic reality is fast, disposable, cheap, easy, careless, thoughtless, shallow, sterile, life-less, devoid of spirit. Statistically for the average American, sexuality is the same. The average married American couple has sex for 3-5 minutes once or twice a month, and for the individual, masturbation is a sinful, guilty, embarrassing, and mechanical shallow pleasure. The dominant culture has desacrilized and commercialized sexuality. It’s consumed though magazines, tv, movies, and pornography. It’s sexist, male dominant, and exploitative.

We lack the sacred traditions to teach us about and train us in practices and methodologies to use it as a pathway to discover and apply divine energies in our lives.

So-called Western society has been at war with sacred sexuality for millennia. It’s committed global genocide and ethnocide not only conquer land and pillage resources, but to destroy any living reminder of what it was like to be free; to love the earth, to honor the feminine, to have reverence for animals, to connect to the divine through the body itself, through direct experience, through altered states of ecstasy.

Many of us have been traumatized by religions that have systematically eradicated the ancient universal spirituality known as animism where everything was alive and contained a spirit. Religions designed by murderous rulers of civilizations took the sacredness that lived in all things and all beings, corrupted it, masculinized it and shoved it into a few buildings, objects, and books.

When those who’ve liberated themselves from the torturous prison of patriarchal religion hear words like “sacred” and “spiritual” it often makes them ill. It triggers flashbacks of extreme guilt and shame, horrific visions of hell and damnation, of the absolute betrayal of love and trust by the family, community, and institutions that imposed the system of domination on their body, mind, and spirit.

Why would we want mix these toxic feelings with something wild and fun like sex? Is sacred sexuality about more rules, more silence, more standing still and being made to feel bad about everything that seems natural to a human animal, being made to cover our bodies?

No, it’s about reclaiming the sacred and the spiritual and making temples out of our own bodies to worship with and to be worshipped, as we are the human manifestations of divine energy.

Sacred sexuality is not religious self-denial and abstinent devotion to “god”. It’s not hoping to catch a glimpse of the divine by reading books in dungeons cloaked in robes that cover the whole body.

It’s about embracing the self and learning how to make oneself a conduit of divine energy. It’s not about the belief in the divine, it’s about the experience of it, an experience that’s not controlled by a ruler, a saint, or a preacher; one that’s not denied or persecuted by a clergy; one that’s not considered schizophrenic by the mental health establishment.

What is “the divine”, is it god, is it gods, is it a man, is it a woman, is it a man and a woman, is it an animal or animals, is it aliens? I think it’s all of the above and more…

My working definition for the divine is that which is beyond our untrained senses, is intelligent, and is more powerful, aware, and wise than we are.

By entering altered states of consciousness, human beings can transcend the limits of normal waking conscious and gain access to realms beyond consensus reality.

To me, it’s not one entity that I can name and worship, it’s an ecology of inter-dimensional beings, energy, and information that exist in hyperspace, beyond space and time.

Normally, our senses block out 99% percent of what surrounds us. Imagine that in the one percent of perception that we call consensus reality (the reality most of us agree is real because we can all see, feel, taste, smell, and hear it), we’re just one little tide pool, unaware that we’re actually just a tiny micro-ecosystem within the greater ecosystem of the ocean.

If you asked starfish in a tide pool what lies beyond it, one might say, “well, there’s nothing beyond it,” another might say, “what lies beyond it is all one giant singular being that looks like me,” another might say, “I don’t know,” and another might say “maybe it’s a just a greater array of diversity similar to this tide pool.”

Whichever one of those starfish you are, or your parents are, or your nation’s dominant religion is, one thing is universal: every culture that’s ever existed is absolutely obsessed with what lies beyond our senses and will do anything to try to explain it.

The difference between force-fed religious dogma and traditional spirituality is that one is a based on “precepts” and the other on “percepts”. In other words, divinity is described by elite religious leaders and the followers must believe in the precept as it’s preached about or depicted in words or art. Traditional spirituality is perceived directly through one’s own experience of ecstatic altered states.

In shamanic cultures, tools and techniques are cultivated over generations and students are trained to preserve and carrying on the traditions. Shamans help guide the members of society into and back from the spirit world but the point is for people to have the right to chose to access it and learn from it whatever they want, to go in as deep or shallow as they choose.

In the shamanic framework, the earth and the universe are alive and filled with beings that have dimensionality beyond our normal perception. The infinite cosmic drama is ever unfolding, it’s not codified in one set of rigid mystical stories. Of course there are origin stories, and other constructs that hold a peoples’ identity together. But the mythology is alive, it’s open to new experiences, new insights, new revelations. The truth can’t be crystallized, and it doesn’t need to be. Only cultures based on fear need the security of a dead world and universe governed by a patriarchal ruler.

Most of the shamanic tools and techniques that open up our access to the divine have been banned and outlawed if not destroyed and erased.

But all the doorways inside of us are still there. The now dominant culture just locked the doors and threw away the keys so we’d stay imprisoned in its dead reality. But they can never destroy the doors, never take them away.

How can we reopen these doors? There are many sacred plants and sacred practices that act as magic keys.

In the 1960s an explosion in consciousness expansion occurred, the introduction of Eastern philosophy, transcendental meditation, psychedelics, new forms of music and more all broke the American psyche out of its stiff, straight, coma and things were groovy for a while. But it didn’t last because people lacked the life-long discipline of real shaman. Experiencing the great beyond was recreational, inspirational, “trippy” and “far out”, some people became modern shaman to the best of their ability and with their own devices, but most people were just tourists without a map. They’d either get lucky and fall down the rabbit hole into Disney Land, or end up spending a “Night on Bald Mountain”. But the power to gain access to healing energies, deeper insights, develop rapport with other sentient beings, the ability to see the future, communicate with the dead, and so on, has not been reclaimed.

Sadly it seems that it would take many generations the after the collapse of modern civilization for any of its former inhabitants to truly regain these skills. Luckily there are many intact shamanic cultures to learn from today and many of them invite outsiders to partake in their ceremonies.

Our individual access to the other side is highly restricted, and the opportunity to explore it with the guidance of real shaman is remote but we still have a few powerful keys we can develop. One of the most powerful, effective, free, legal, non-drug induced means to access the divine is the cultivation and application of sexual energy.

Whether alone, with a partner, or in a group, ritualized, sacred sexual practices heighten human consciousness into some of the most ecstatic altered states. With the mixture of eye contact, breathing, energy circulation, relaxation, duration, build up, words, intentions, presence, focus, consciousness, etc. the doors will open to the divine.

Sexual energy is the most powerful energy we generate, when cultivated and directed consciously it can be a magical tool to supercharge the manifestation of our visions for the future, it can be directed towards healing diseases, it can be used to transmute negative emotions and trauma into positive energy and empowerment, it can clean the spirit and enlighten the mind.

Great sex is usually just thought of as a wild ride, like an amusement park without purpose beyond satisfaction, but why waste the power that’s generated when it can be used to reclaim lost magical powers?

The Divine Goddess Created Our Species to be Homo Sexydelicus

In hyperspace all of my intellectual understandings of the feminine divine gush out of my normally linguistically confined cortex and flood my body as I dance naked to psytrance music at a thunderous volume.

All that tantric theory comes alive and I become the sacred dance of Shiva and Shakti. The god/goddess energies flow through my delicate fleshy human frame and it feels like every cell is writhing in orgasmic ecstasy.

Without entheogenic amplifiers that plug me into the transcendent currents of the earth and the cosmos, the visual fantasies I daydream about are fleeting abstract projections. But with them, the pineal juices flow and the third eye conducts an orchestra of orgiastic imagery not on the typical 2d screen of the minds eye, or even 3d, it’s multidimensional.

When I conjure up images of female beauty, I don’t just see frames of the center folds that the patriarchal culture has tried to sell me that flatten my experience and make me a consumer of an objectified product. I don’t have a thin and shallow lust for the culturally conditioned standard of beauty. I actually become the feminine divine. I shape shift into a curvy breasted being made of milk and honey.

I’m somewhat androgynous, about 25% gay, but not particularly fem, I just like the way it feels to engender the sacred union internally, which is the prerequisite to be achieved before hoping to create sacred union with a partner. It’s a fractal phenomenon, self-similar at all scales. Learn to balance the feminine and masculine within, then build outward with one or more others. The potential to consciously perform the balancing act of energies is what allows us humans to grace the predator/prey landscape of life on earth with magical divine co-creativity.

At one point of extreme trance dancing, I realized that having rented the Carmen Electra strip-tease workout video wasn’t just out of some giggly horny impulse. I actually like to dance that way, it feels great, it kills the toxic destructive male ego to stir up the feminine divine within. Without the need to be macho and constantly hold back the natural drive to be peacefully sensual, a man can know true freedom. Sacred sensual erotic dance is for everyone. In essense, it says to the divine feminine what Terence Mckenna said to the Mushroom as it came on to him, “Take me I’m yours, take me I’m yours.”

I think about how much psychic energy gets expended everyday in the world just to maintain homophobic masculine identities. What a tiring waste. In the movie Eyes Wide Shut, there’s a poignant scene where Tom Cruise is walking down the street at night kind of taking a weird dream-like tour of bizarre manifestations of human sexuality. At one point a mob of frat jocks walk by and verbally attack him in a frenzy of explicit homophobic hate speech. I see this a lot, because there is no healthy acceptable outlet for men to experience their femininity and explore their innate curiosities, they’re constantly frustrated and obsessed with verbalizing and visualizing aggressive homosexual acts with each other. They’re constantly accusing each other of wanting to engage in what they say is unthinkable, yet there they are thinking about it all the time.

Back to my own trip, I grew into liberated politics as a punk runaway that would go into the local all ages queer nightclub in Portland to avoid the curfew and be safe inside the strobe–lit, techno pounded walls until sun-up. There I was exposed to a vast array of genders and sexualities, all entraining to the beat, dancing and expressing a kaleidoscopic rainbow of divine masculine and feminine beauty. It was sexydelic and I loved it.

It was many years later as an anthropology student that I discovered the existence of the little known primate species called Bonobos. They’re pigmy chimps that make love not war. They resolve conflict and maintain peace and egalitarian social bonds by having non-reproductive intercourse across sexes, constantly. They’re also an extremely rare example of primate matriarchy. Through elaborate circles of sisterhood, they keep the male ego in check and never let the males believe that they can dominate. Males are meticulously trained to remain humble and respectful. It’s as if the females know instinctively that the male ego is a dangerous volatile force that has to be carefully managed to ensure the absence of violence and domination.

As obscure as they are in the primate world and in the collective consciousness of our culture, they just happen to be the most genetically similar to us of all the other primates.
We didn’t directly evolve from them, however it stands to reason that we evolved along similar paths. If you buy into the obsolete orthodox Darwinian evolutionary religion, you’d have to believe that Bonobos and humans arrived at their/our unique extra-reproductive sexual instincts by some errant genetic defect for which nature hasn’t had a reason to squeeze out of the gene pool. But I this is monkey shit. To help bury the idea that life forms are purely the result of purposeless random mutation, I like to reference an analogy I heard on a Tony Robbins tape once that went something like: to believe that there’s no intelligent creator of life is like believing that the Webster’s dictionary is the result of a random explosion at a print factory.

Entheogens provide the experiential percept, rather than the belief-based precept, that there is a divine force of creation, or many perhaps. Who/what/where-ever they/it/she/he is/are doesn’t matter to me as much as the fact that some form of organizing consciousness is actually pulling us forward into an ever more complex biological being that can experience ever more depth and texture of sensuality.

We’ve lost all of the defensive and offensive biological weapons and shields. We don’t have fangs, claws, spikes, venom, talons, etc. We don’t have an exoskeleton, we don’t have a shell, we can’t run very fast, we can’t see behind us, we can’t smell our enemies, or sense their vibrations, we can’t see all that well, we can barely even defend ourselves against the cold.

If we’re not here to fight or flee, what “f” word does that leave?

We are the naked ape. Why? Because somehow a few genes failed to switch on somewhere back down the evolutionary ladder, that’s definitely part of it, but not the whole story. There is always a dynamic dance going on between environment and consciousness, but in the case of humans, there is so much more going on. The rate of drastic change that led to our neo-cortex, our nervous system, our linguistic apparatus, simply does not compute within the temporal/mathematical framework of random mutation according to evolutionary theory. Our DNA was definitely a designer piece, somehow injected into the primate world.

Every culture on Earth is an attempt to explain this mystery. For most of human history, cultures embraced the mystery and approached it in a state of love and reverence, not fear and violence. One of my tantra teachers describes a rough dichotomy in human culture. He says that prior to a few thousand years ago, all human cultures were inherently tantric, they lived in a sensuous way, enjoying life through the body and connecting to the divine through it. Then as the patriarchal dominator culture emerged out of domestication and civilization, a new relationship to the body began to colonize to globe: asceticism, the denial of the body as divine, the living in the head, in the ego. As the male ego’s obsession with control lost its balance with femininity and nature, the body and all of its magical wonders became just a vehicle for reproduction and war to accumulate ever greater amounts of artificial power and wealth. Study eco-feminism to get the most complete story you can find on this shift, suffice it to say here that this tragic twist of fate has betrayed our nature, our biology, and our designer’s dream to make sweet love to all of us through our peaceful, bare, defenseless, goddess worshipping bodies.

Terence Mckenna wrote and spoke at length about how the shift from partnership to dominator cultures was also rooted in the loss of connection to sacred plant medicines which help to regulate and diminish the male ego. He also points out that with the systematic eradication of the shamanic meme, a pharmacological shift happened as well. We didn’t just lose the ethnobotanical leash on the male ego, the leash became a whip that aggravated it with the rise of alcohol, which has inflamed the male ego.

Where there are plants there is peace, where alcohol is poured there is war.

There are so many aspects of the true fall of man to explore. I just wanted to name a few.

The main point of this writing is not to focus too much on the causal chain of historic and prehistoric events, but rather to look at the end result.

The naked ape that was designed for peace and love is now dominated by an insidious reversion to the alpha male syndrome. This is not human nature, we haven’t always been at war, the primitive are not the savage, our hominid ancestors didn’t club women and drag them into caves by the hair.

We evolved beyond patriarchal primate behavior long ago, and developed co-operative, psychedelic, loving, ecstatic proliferating goddess worshipping cultures that had managed to live sustainably as gatherer/hunters in virtually every different type of terrestrial environment. In short, through the mechanisms of peace, love, and plants we were able to cooperatively adapt to diverse environments without the need to conquer and colonize. It was not our nature to become conquerors and colonizers as a species, but sadly the potential to revert to a dominator mode has always been latent in our DNA.

Now we’re horribly off course and have wasted so much imagination, creativity, ingenuity, and innovation not to further our connection to each other, the earth, and the stars as we had for so long, but to create an epigenetic de-evolutionary descent into battle mode.

This is not to say that there was never any violence or weapons or warriors, but in shamanic warrior cultures there were limits to the destructive urge, there were still councils of elders that regulated the individual and collective male egos. There was still a tantric paradigm. People still had spiritual connections to the land, to each other, and to their bodies so warfare was not just a game of kings to whom young men were just chess pawns, it was dare I say, sacred violence?

Anyway, it dawned on me one time as I got into my divine feminine psytrance dance, that we were evolved to be beautiful and vulnerable so that we can experience more in life than a constant game of cat and mouse between predator and prey. As I was dancing and feeling so infinitely sensual there alone in the dark, with amplified senses and perception I could see into other dimensions. I became aware of the looming presence of predatory hyper-beings who were rushing toward me like alien insectoid sea creatures. They could sense my shell-lessness, my sweet squishiness and they were intent on devouring me. I felt truly helpless, but as in all altered states, you have to get a grip and seal the fear valve quickly before you fall into a dark abyss or get dragged into one kicking and screaming. You have to morpho-generate pretty pictures of unicorns and rainbows and you’ll instantly evoke the goddess and she’ll be there to protect you and ward off all the evil spirits that would do you harm. It’s as if in hyperspace, you’re not seeing things that aren’t normally there, rather you’re seeing things that are always there. The hyper-beings that feast on and metabolize human psycho-kinetic energies come in many forms and can only be seen with certain psycho-microscopic lenses as Timothy Leary might say…

In the interdimensional ecology of hyperspace, some beings perceive and treat us the way western society perceives and treats livestock, some beings conduct painful experiments on us the way vivisectors do to lab animals, some of them are intrigued by us and welcome us as lost travelers and act as guides into other realms. Many of them love us and want to share our bodies and experience ecstasy with and through us. But to all of them, we must surrender and let go of the shadow self. A mind full of negative thoughts and emotions is like blood in shark infested waters, while a mind full of love is a like a seeping maple tree in a forest full of deer. The mystery of enlightenment is solved by becoming lighter and stripping away the scar tissue, the toxic residue, the thought viruses, the ego, the resentment, the hatred, the guilt, the shame, the fear and be nursed like a baby in the luminous ethereal omnipresent arms of the eternal/infinite feminine divine.

Coming back to “reality” it was very clear to me that to be naked apes is very dangerous. We had to take really good care of each other to survive for 200,000 years or more. We had become very close in our tribal relationships and relationships with plants, prey species, etc.. We are so fragile, so interdependent. We’re so incapable of surviving alone, we’d be dead in days or weeks without the constant love and care of the tribe. We’re as defenseless as worms, but in trading in our shells and claws, we received the gift of the most prolonged intense pleasure potential of any other form of life on earth. And we were given the gifts of our unique highly complex brains, and our hands, our linguistic apparatus, etc. We are here to love and create, not hate and destroy. It’s as if the scared male ego wants to use our creative capacity to turn everything into a claw or a shell. Either hide from his true loving nature, or beat it out of someone else.

What a shame.

Imagine what we’d have accomplished by now had we stayed Gaian minded, egalitarian, tantric, goddess worshiping. Imagine if all of the grand wonders of civilization were done in the name of the goddess. What would our largest structures and statues be shaped like? What depths of innerspace would we have explored? How many people would be in a “nuclear family”? How many sharp, toxic, and otherwise lethal objects and substances would there be to teach every child to fear? What would be the number one cause of death? What would high tech computers be made of, and what would they be used for? Would we fly with fighter jets or with levitation? Would we swim in nuclear submarines or as mermaids?

I subscribe to Terence Mckenna’s time wave theory which states that the universe is an engine of novelty that over ever shorter epochs of time produces ever more complex integrated biological and cultural forms and systems with peaks and valleys of novelty fractally positioned throughout. So there is a fundamental law of nature which is, in a dirty word, progress. As an anarcho-primitivist I always fought the idea of progress as an enemy but now I see that it’s not that simple because to me it’s perhaps one of the only undeniable laws of nature. So you can’t stop progress…but you can stop patriarchy.

Patriarchy and it’s perversion and diversion of primate evolution is what has thwarted Gaia’s project to advance our species from the warlord chimps to Homo Sexydelicus, the naked entheogen seeking biological sex machines that we were each born to be, when we are born to be wild.

Permaculture and the Future of Punk

I was 18 in 1998 when I went to Sasha Scatter’s permaculture workshop at the Spurkraft diy/punk warehouse in Portland, Oregon. I was deeply moved by his thorough and heart-felt words. I remember he spoke about how the industrial agricultural system grows our food in nutrient depleted soil, how by laying down cardboard, dead leaves, and other organic matter you can mimic the recycling of nutrients on the forest floor and accelerate succession. He also mentioned how they have to spray vitamins onto Cheery-Os because processed food is so devoid of nutritional value. He explained how by working with, rather than against natural systems you could create ever more productive and fertile soil and crops.

That day we started to do some prep work for installing a permaculture garden but for some reason I don’t’ think the project ever came to fruition either due to soil contamination, land lord issues, or typical punk inefficacy. If I had a time machine I would go back to that day and take my guitar away until my teenage self spent as much time learning and mastering permaculture design as I did learning solos.

Over several of the following years I had numerous opportunities to help my more green thumbed friends in their backyard gardens, but I was never that psyched on it. It just seemed to yield so little and take so much time and effort. It wasn’t “my thing” really either. I’d rather be shredding on the guitar or being politically active in what appeared on the surface to be more agitational/confrontational ways.

Later when I was actually in close proximity to a fully functional permaculture project, I was virtually blind to it because the ideological camp I was in was such a manarchist macho insurrectionist-wanna-be revolutionary vanguard it scoffed at permaculture as yet another form of tame, soft, reformist, life-style anarchism. Tragically and foolishly, we sneered and snickered, thinking we knew everything and were better than everyone.

I know now that what the eco-feminists (including my own dear ex-lover) said about us was absolutely right.
I had little if any sacred connection to Mother Earth.

Just as women’s work is devalued in the dominant patriarchal society, feminized work in revolutionary movements is all too often invisible and inglorious. Gardening is for all sexes and genders and all must cultivate creative, nurturing, intuitive feminine energy within to succeed in cultivating the crops needed to feed the revolutionary war effort.

I wanted to play GI-Joe revolutionary and generally lacked the emotional intelligence, sensuousness, and patience to have authentic relationships with plants and animals. I had an inflamed ego and intellect and spent most of my time in hot winded debates in college, collective meetings, at the bar, and in street protests.
There were good and pure hearts involved in that scene, but that heart energy was misdirected and poisoned by corrupt male egos. There were some backyard gardeners among us, but we were all still living mostly off the industrial system’s food supply chain, even if a lot of it was eco-friendly, organic, vegan, and locally produced. We were still paying money for it, and would have starved to death within in a few weeks if the system we so passionately wanted to fall would have even stumbled.

It wasn’t until about 2003, 5 years after my first exposure to permaculture, that I came to a point in my political/ecological thinking that I realized that even if I don’t have a green thumb, and I’d rather be acting out my masculine revolutionary hero fantasy in mythic street battles, there was an inherent paradox. If I’m fighting to bring down the system, yet I’m completely dependent on it and it’s dumpsters for every aspect of my survival, then to bring down the system would inescapably mean bringing myself down as well. This sprouting thought continued to take root in my mind and soon the implications were too powerful to ignore.

I imagined a little comic strip that showed all different types of intellectual ideological windbags who shout out their theses and pound down their fists at the bar or podium, being held accountable to the source of caloric energy that was financing their cause, campaign, or career. What if in order to criticize the system you had to produce the caloric energy used for your rants? What if you could only bash the system with food energy you grew yourself or bartered directly from your local organic farmers? There would be great silence on the left.

On a more serious note, a synchronistic set of events unfolded that forced me to trip out really hard on the future of punk. I was watching a good friend’s diy Mad Max style video production where he and some friends chased each other around in motorized scooters with classic punkified/tribalistic armor and portrayed primal, bestial, feral mortal combat.

Something hit me hard and I realized, wait a minute, the future is real, it does exist wherever it exists and it’s determined completely by our actions now. That seems obvious but that means that we are directly responsible for it. Since most of us are caught up in our own ego-based life-dramas, we rarely pause to apply what I like to call fourth-dimensional psychology and imagine how our actions today will shape the future of our own punk progeny. At some point in the evolution of punk, our descendents will be surviving in a post-apocalyptic world. It’s not just a sci-fi film genre, or a religious cult phenomenon, or just a great theme to write brutal music for. No it’s real and it’s out there, how close we don’t know exactly but by all measures it’s getting closer and closer.

So that begs the question, what will that world look like for punks? My college background in human ecology made me realize that I needed to let go of my anxiousness to be in the revolution, and spend more time seriously thinking about how life would look for the punks that survive catastrophe.

Would there be overflowing dumpsters? Would there be government hand-outs? Would there be people to spange from? Would there be corporate markets to shop-lift from? Would any of the once proud and dignified survival strategies of first-world scavengers hold up post-shift-hit-the-fan, or would we be the first to go? I had to get honest about it and take a long cold hard look at my relationship to food production.

Fast forward to today and I’ve initiated and/or participated in numerous urban garden projects and co-founded a non-profit punk oriented community gardening/eco-arts and education institute. It’s a humble, struggling, microscopic phenomenon, but it’s a big part of my world, and has since 2005 had a meaningful effect on people’s lives and thus the future. In short, I’ve decided to prioritize community self-sufficiency as a matter of political primacy.

Now back to permaculture. Without knowing it, I’d been practicing permaculture by definition because I’d been attempting to design permanent cultural and agricultural systems. But like in so many other areas of my life, I lacked the time and/or funds to pursue formal training.

Thanks to the podcast medium I’ve been able to not skip a beat and multi-task at high speeds while dosing myself with countless hours of free education. Since 2008, thanks to Jack Spirko of The Survival Podcast, I finally started to know what I’d been missing. I had the why, but not the how. I knew that we needed to go local, go organic, and do it diy but I just saw it as organic gardening, or organic community gardening. I did not understand permaculture until I heard it passionately ranted about on The Survival Podcast.

The first real Earth-shaking, eye-opening, jaw dropping, ah-ha/duh moment was when I first heard the magical term “FOOD FOREST”. Immediately I envisioned the board game Candyland, and then the Ginger Bread House came to mind. A colorful fairy tale children’s book visual emerged as I began to understand the concept. Agro-forestry, edible forest gardening, food forests, layered gardening, whatever you want to call it. What matters most is establishing the visual in your mind.

Please pause, take a deep breath, and after reading this paragraph close your eyes and visualize the following in your mind’s eye. You’re walking through a meadow and approaching a thick woodland. You start to look for a clear point of entry so you can find your way through the forest but there is not one break in a seemingly endless barricade of weedy plants, vines, and shrubs forming a vertically stepped wall of impenetrable vegetation climbing and stacking all the way up to the lower and upper canopies.

Okay now open your eyes. Take another deep breath, read this paragraph, close your eyes and visualize again. As you get closer to this matted tangled mess of greenery, you begin to notice something odd. There’s a strip of land where all the trees bear edible fruits and nuts, all the vines are covered in pods, the bushes are dotted with colorful berries, what looked like weeds are all herbs and vegetables, the grass has been replaced by creeping edible flowers, and ground is riddled with root crops.

Now open your eyes. You’ve just visualized a seven layer food forest. A human designed landscape that takes one of the most biologically productive natural terrestrial eco-systems, a forest edge, and plugs in variables comprised of edible, medicinal, and otherwise desirable/beneficial crops. The result is a fully self-hydrating, self-fertilizing, self-sustaining, artificially enhanced natural environment that produces a yield density/diversity exponentially greater than any typical backyard garden bed or mass scale industrial agricultural field.

This form of bio-mimicry is just one of many gems the permaculture design movement has been establishing and promoting throughout the world for the last few decades. Of course it’s nothing new really; most subsistence horticultural societies in the world with any intact land rights have been practicing and perfecting these techniques for thousands of years. Permaculture just adds dimensions of western science, engineering, and systems theory. It is a synthesis of the best of both the ancient and modern worlds.

It’s also an open source technology that anyone can use and contribute to under certain minimal ethical and commercial guidelines. I think of it like Bruce Lee’s Jeet Kune Do. It’s not a closed, rigid, fixed martial arts system. It’s the opposite; it’s constantly growing, evolving, and integrating the experiences of new practitioners. However, not just anyone should go out claiming they’re a master and start charging people for lessons. There are formally recognized institutions and lineages of Bruce Lee’s students that maintain the integrity of the core concepts, curriculum, etc.

Permaculture is, I believe, the only real bridge the human population has to reintegrate itself sustainably into planetary ecology. The degree to which we establish permaculture designed landscapes now will determine the degree and duration of famine, disease, cannibalism, and mass death to be suffered if/when the global industrial system collapses.

I can’t go really deep into the concepts, mechanics, etc. in this short column, I just want to introduce it to those who haven’t be exposed, or who like me, have had a vague awareness of it but lack a solid understanding of how it’s vastly different then simply gardening. The food forest visual is the most powerful and enlightening promotional tool, but again it’s just one aspect. A core principle that ties all permaculture theory and practice together is the idea of minimizing input and maximizing output or yield.

When designing systems to provide your own abundant and regenerative food, fiber, fuel, potable water, medicine, shelter, heating/cooling, etc. you have to determine the financial, energetic, and material costs of installing and maintaining the system(s) and be sure that your yields provide an exponential return of investment over time.

Now I know why typical organic veggie gardening used to seem like such a chore. It felt almost symbolic to put in so much effort and just have a few crops that only last a couple months, only supplement store-bought meals and only for a few people at most.

But by planting a diverse array of annual and perennial crops, time stacking, using bacteria, fungi, worms, fish, chickens, and more to enhance and accelerate composting and produce protein, catching rainwater, sculpting the landscape to capture and retain moisture, etc. the yields go up over time and the inputs needed go down. In a few years, if done right, permaculture systems (like natural eco-systems) can mature to the point of near-complete self-management and essentially the only work to do is harvest.

One of the most elegant and beautiful aspects is the scalability of permaculture design. Once you grasp the concepts of layers (planting crops to maximize vertical space) and zones (the horizontal distribution of the elements, living and non-living, in your system relative to your dwelling or most trafficked area), you can build systems in window sills, apartment balconies, roof tops, backyards, front yards, vacant lots, fields, farms, mountain tops, deserts, etc.

I hope this gives you a gentle nudge to look further into permaculture. I recommend spending a couple hours watching a few of the videos that come up in a search for permaculture on google video. My favorites are those by either Starhawk, Geoff Lawton, or David Holmgren, but there are thousands to choose from. Also check out www.PermaculturePodcast.org for a punk rooted online radio show where you can learn much more for free. Another cool site is www.PunkRockPermaculture.com.

I know to be punk is to hate work, either for the man or for the land, but that doesn’t mean we have to be lazy and perpetually useless and helpless. Punk and permaculture go hand-in-hand: work less and party more by creating a natural habit to let the tribe increase. And as a result of ever-increasing independence and autonomy be able to, as permaculture co-founder Bill Mollison said, “fight the bastards” with the Earth as our greatest ally.

If Tyler Durden was Feminist Woman

What if tyler durden was a feminist woman?

Instead of space monkeys would she train an army of ocean mermaids?

Would they dance and massage instead of fight?

Would they be guerilla gardeners instead of sabotuers?

Would the project mayhem envelopes contain seed packets?

Would they all be loved and cherished as beautiful and unique snowflakes?

if their fathers left them, would they get revenge against patriarchy by building goddess temples where men could be trained to worship the feminine divine?

If tyler was a woman would she say to her hallucenating subalterego self “i want you to caress me as softly as you can” instead of “i want you to hit me as hard as you can”?

If tyler was a woman, would she have created sacred space for marla to cry on her shoulder?

Would they have been able to attend all the support groups together, especially testicular cancer since technically they both would be without balls?

If tyler was a woman, would she embrace her sacred masculine aspect in a creative instead of destructive manner?

Instead of picking fights with strangers, would she assign her army to pick flowers to give them?

Come on brad lets see you in drag

You can be just as mad

but drop the macho act

More testosterone is not the answer

healing starts with surrendering into compassion

fighting for justice is an act of love

so have some ovaries and woman up to grace

Your rage need not be displaced

integrate the god/goddess within and cosmic bliss will wash away all sin

With rhytmic waves of medicine

pouring from the union of both masculine and feminine.