Dream Time

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Our facade of a world is fast approaching the ellipsis of temporal decay. We are living in a virtual reality of information, weaponized scenarios of mini and major catastrophes. Our own sense of progress is disjointed, alienating us from the reality of decay, decompression, explosion. We wander diverse landscapes, real and imagined, seeking solid ground, but only find more illusion and deception.

World debt is incalculable, war an ever present condition, with the stench of death hovering over every city and each home. The fleshiness of reality overwhelms, yet eludes us. Our senses, once attuned to the vagaries of life among the living, is slowly replaced by a sense of irreality. Like astronauts suspended in space on a flimsy plastic manufactured lifeline, we strive to recapture that imaginary distance alienating us from the real.

But what is now real, and what illusion? It is impossible to discern truth from falsehood. Are the current polls in the US presidential race real, or are they fabrications of an elite phantom, seeking to hoodwink us into a soft landing? We change the channels, but the results are always the same. We seek and search for some grounding, only to find that the ground has been replaced by clouds — big fluffy, internet clusters of information — shared, stolen and regurgitated to suit the ambitions of the ambitious.  Sleep beckons us.

Evil, real and apparent, multiplies without limits. Is it a terrorist or is it our own machinations, creating real or fabricated monsters? How do we see clearly when our sight has been eclipsed by the fairy tales of empire? The deeper we dig into the detail the less secure we become. Life is defined, and then redefined… deferred in the moment, so we may experience the lunacy of an imaginary or imagined future. The present is itself lost in a pressing future of victory or failure — of destruction, and apocalyptic loss.

What is time but a reflection of our dream, organized sequentially so as not to frighten us by the realization that it is all just a distraction from the overbearing reality of nothingness, of solitude, universal silence. We scream, we rebel, we revolt, we proclaim and defame, But why? To what end? The end of time? Eternity beckons us.

But what did we expect, a garden plush with sweet fruits and succulent vegetables? A serpent lies across our path, and we cannot find a way around it. It engulfs us, swallows us in its coiling eternity. We are the children, damned to live virtually as our real world vanishes under our feet, and the serpent keeps slithering along, looking for more.

We awake and realize we have been sleeping, but what is this state of wakefulness but another side of slumber, as we wait for signs of the real to show itself. Yes, indeed, we are awake, but this is not the world we had expected, not planned for. Perhaps planning was never in the plan; perhaps it was a mistake, a wrong turn at the beginning of the neolithic.

Soulless souls in search of a dreaming that brings an end to time, to temporality, to facticity, to historicity. To end the eternal return of the same. We look around, fascinated by the scenarios unfolding without the slightest capacity to impact fate, our fate, our demise. But the end was foretold in the beginning. The serpent is an ouroboros. We are the snake eating its own tail, as the tale of our own ingathering becomes the story of the end of time. We are the myth, the mystery of nature’s inevitable unfolding and its unheralded decay. When the dream ends; time ends. Or is it reverse? Time ends when we awake and the dream vanishes. Continue to dream, my friends. You will not find reality any kinder or gentler.

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15 Responses to Dream Time

  1. Pingback: Dream Time | kulturCritic

  2. It all went wrong when some decided to control others. It started in childhood when mommy and daddy decided just what I/we were meant to be. It’s control of the the most absurd ordering. At one point we decided that it had to be a form of ‘you give me that and I will give you this’ … Then that was supposed to make it easier by deciding on a means to make that control less cumbersome; so we invented “money”. Therein is where the reality got totally ‘put out of joint’

    Oh!!!! but if we didn’t have control then it would be chaos. Correct … BUT what’s so terrible about chaos. We’ve be living with chaos for eons. The weather is chaotic, the movement of people is chaotic, The future is chaotic if we care to dwell on it. Life is naturally chaotic.

    It all went wrong when some decided to create “ORDER”. Order is not the way life is; BUT while we insist in living ONLY in an orderly way, we lose as a consequence REALITY.

    So! how about a systematic way to restore REALITY. My suggestion is:- abolish money, and all forms of exchange … including ‘this for that’ (barter).

    Sadly for most, my suggestion will get no more that the normal two seconds to dismiss it as absurd. Fine … then live in the unreality … the fantasy … that somehow we can control it one way or another. We can’t … and never could.

    Jack Waddington

    • Ron says:

      The elimination of currency would be a profound step towards regaining our humanity. Every part of our existence has been monetized thereby controlling our reason for living or doing. Meeting basic human need should be our motivation but that is not profitable to the banker.
      I share your zeal Jack. I just don’t think this will occur until the system blows up.

      • Ron: I agree that the chances of it happening are rare to none existent. It would require a critical mass to start the process, and that doesn’t look imminent either. However, the state of the economy around the world is in collapse. If it was to go into the largest recession ever, and no-one or government/s was able to pull us out it … only then might the chances of it happening; all of it’s own accord.

        Jack Waddington

    • northsheep says:

      Everyone can start a gift economy in their own neighborhood. It starts with one person giving, then both, and multiplies by imitation from there. It may not expand much as long as the conventional economy intervenes, but at least a living model of it will exist to build on as the conventional economy crumbles.

      • Disaffected says:

        I live in a designated senior citizen condoplex here in my humble little burg, and some of us make exceedingly humble little overtures toward a gift economy. But in the end they’re always limited by ingrained capitalist mindsets and the fact that most of my fellow codgers have WAY more money than they know what to do with. [A fair amount of widows, and a whole lot of well-to-does with even wealthier kids who are now willing to pay to keep them close.]
        In my experience, most American’s will find it EXCEEDINGLY DIFFICULT to ever implement a gift economy in their lifetimes. As Dmitry Orlov has correctly noted many times, America’s eventual fall will be (and has been) almost infinitely more painful than the USSR’s, simply because we’ve had it so good for so long, and perhaps even more importantly, because our particular brand of infestation/infection has been so much more virulent right from the start.

    • Disaffected says:

      Well, I do agree with you Jack that abolishing bankers, interest based loans, and fractional reserve banking (lending money into existence) would be a fine first start. Abolishing money as means of exchange would be an ideal, but the problem is, we’d need a MUCH smaller population to ever attain it. [Large human populations, unfortunately, demand complex economies to support them, all of which are based on abstract and complex monetary units of exchange.] Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your personal point of view, both destruction of the current money supply and dramatically reduced population levels appear to be in the offing in our very near term future, so who knows, you just might get your way very soon.

    • Shamus says:

      Jack, what would you have done with me when I exchange this for that with a willing participant?

  3. Ron says:

    Thank you Sandy, “For keepin’ it real, Dawg”

  4. Disaffected says:

    Interesting post, Sandy! It reminds me of a passage from William Peter Blatty’s Legion, which I just recently completed after meaning to for years. Setting: Kinderman is the detective (who also appeared in Blatty’s The Exorcist, who investigates the murders around which the novel revolves, committed by old and mentally infirm people who are controlled by the disembodied spirit of the Gemini Killer (superficially based on the real life Zodiak Killer) who now inhabits the body of The Exorcist protagonist, priest Damien Karras. It should go without saying that all of this is expressed in terms of the Christian myth (which is its true value).

    Three brothers,” said Kinderman, “Dmitri, Ivan and Alyosha. Dmitri is the body of man, Ivan represents his mind and Alyosha is his heart. At the end— the very end— Alyosha takes some very young boys to a cemetery and the grave of their classmate Ilusha. This Ilusha they treated very meanly once because— well, he was strange, there was no doubt about it. But then later when he died they understood why he acted the way he had and how truly brave and loving he was. So now Alyosha— he’s a monk, by the way— he makes a speech to the boys at the gravesite and mainly he is telling them that when they’re grown up and face the evils of the world they should always reach back and remember this day, remember the goodness of their childhood, Atkins; this goodness that is basic in all of them; this goodness that hasn’t been spoiled. Just one good memory in their hearts, he says, can save their faith in the goodness of the world. What’s the line?” The detective’s eyes rolled upward and his fingertips touched his lips, which were smiling already in anticipation. He looked down at Atkins. “Yes, I have it! ‘Perhaps that one memory may keep us from evil and we will reflect and say: Yes, I was brave and good and honest then.’ Then Alyosha tells them something that is vitally important. ‘First, and above all, be kind,’ he says. And the boys— they all love him— they all shout, ‘Hurrah for Karamazov!’ ” Kinderman felt himself choking up. “I always weep when I think of this,” he said. “It’s so beautiful, Atkins. So touching.

    “This is what Christ must have meant,” he reflected, “about needing to become like little children before we can enter the kingdom of heaven. I don’t know. It could be.” He watched the counterman lay out some patties on the grill in preparation for another possible influx, then sit on a chair and begin to read a newspaper. Kinderman returned his attention to Atkins. “I don’t know how to say this,” he said. “I mean the crazy, incredible part. But nothing else makes sense, nothing else can explain things, Atkins. Nothing. I’m convinced it’s the truth. But getting back to Karamazov for a moment. The main thing is Alyosha when he says, ‘Be kind.’ Unless we do this, evolution will not work; we will not get there,” Kinderman said. “Get where?” asked Atkins.

    Kinderman’s stare was firm and even. “The physicists now are all certain,” he said, “that all the known processes in nature were once part of a single, unified force.” Kinderman paused and then spoke more quietly. “I believe that this force was a person who long ago tore himself into pieces because of his longing to shape his own being. That was the Fall,” he said, “the ‘Big Bang’: the beginning of time and the material universe when the one became many— legion. And that is why God cannot interfere: evolution is this person growing back into himself.” The sergeant’s face was a crinkle of puzzlement. “Who is this person?” he asked the detective. “Can’t you guess?” Kinderman’s eyes were alive and smiling. “I have given you most of the clues long before.” Atkins shook his head and waited for the answer. “It is us! We are the Bearer of Light! The Fallen Angel!”

    Blatty, William Peter. Legion (pp. 331-334). Tom Doherty Associates. Kindle Edition.

    • kulturcritic says:

      Blatty ~ referencing the Bros Karamazov. Glad you enjoyed my latest DA. So you are stuck in the ole’ folks farm… You r 2 young for that. LOL

      • Disaffected says:

        It’s quiet at least, and I kind of enjoy having the run of the place. Needless to say, they give me a wide berth – LOL! Making my way through Anna Karenina now, but I think I’ll put The Brothers Karamazov in the queue. I like to ready 3 or 4 things a chapter or two at a time at once.

        • Disaffected says:

          $.99 on Amazon for the Kindle edition! They’re virtually giving away many of the classics these days. Got War and Peace and Anna Karenina for the same price, and nearly all of Scott Nearing’s books for free!

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