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The Road to the Underground... and Beyond
Want to be a revolutionary? Anarchist? Try this: Walk straight out your door into the night air... Climb a hill or something up high. Look out into the darkness at the dark sky. Then let your eyes look down at the multitude of lights flashing, porch lights, street lights, offices, cars and airports. Close your eyes and you can still see it... Ripeness for picking.
Want to be a revolutionary? Anarchist? Try this: Walk straight out your door into the night air... Climb a hill or something up high. Look out into the darkness at the dark sky. Then let your eyes look down at the multitude of lights flashing, porch lights, street lights, offices, cars and airports. Close your eyes and you can still see it... Ripeness for picking. Picture the thousands of cities, millions of cars... the rows of shiny jet airplanes, ready and fueled. Safety and security purchased cheap, on the market, hired guards with guns. How many bullets or light bulbs does it take to run a global consumer system, how many burn out each day? Bulbs are dying and guns are selling faster than young bodies are rotting (45,000 dead each day, 17 million a year to starvation and war). Hunger and starvation become investments in the game of Globalization.net. How much do I get for 44,000 extinct species each year? Can you feel inside of yourself the things you can’t express... the hidden pain? The broken filmstrip plastic slaps noisily as the techno-police state-nightmare keeps pounding its counter-mantra: “Pull the plug. Stop me! Before I hurt everything, more...” If we took a bunch of starving kids and endangered animals, and we just burned them in a big bonfire, would it make you flinch? Or will we soon just stand there as the bar-code programming replaces our eyes—or at least our vision. This dark monster that shines before our eyes is like The Matrix—only worse—it’s organic and it ends in the death of everything. It’s more than a game and more than a movie when this curtain closes.
Scrap the way you have viewed the world. All the key symbols and cultural concepts we use to define the world—the way that we think—have been corrupted and manipulated to delude us into ignorance and self-destruction. If the system hasn’t stolen your soul yet, nor sucked out your determination, then come along with us. Embrace the Underground.
We don’t need to hide behind words like democracy, reform or progress. Purge these constructs and replace them with liberation, anarchy and love from our hearts. We must be brave and believe in a world of sharing free expression and love for all things. It will be a long road through the Underground.
Moderates always play the game of holding back and diluting the radicals’ “condemnation of materialism.” From Jesus to Buddha and Gandhi to Che Guevara, moderates beg for patience and then redefine the truth.
These are the “end times” of mass movement protests and even riots may no longer be effective. These are the “end times” of passivism, patience and moderation. The Underground’s bonfires of celebration will burn through the veil of the media’s smokescreen. Praxis not posturing.
**************Bring the war home. We chart a new course for a life worth living. ***************There will be no more USA, corporations, technology or material affluence. There will be mutual aid, cooperation, decentralization, self-sufficiency and the liberation of desires—self expression—true anarchy and wildness. This is not just a revolution about power! Culture, spirituality, thinking and technology must all change radically. We believe that our way—the quickening way— results in much less suffering. We reach now to pull the plug on energy systems and all the toys of the greedy boys. All those shiny airplanes will become roofing shingles... and the skyscrapers will be greenhouses. We’ve got a lot of reducing, reusing and recycling to do, a lot to learn and to unlearn. Break the rules, trespass fate. Tune in to your deepest feelings, the wind on a rooftop during a reckless night of adventure, the roar of an unexpected kiss, the magic of your favorite songs lifting you up. Fearless against the darkness that the government plans for us, we are strong in our own desires. We come with stones and slingshots, the strange and untamed weapons of our imagination. For a world of wonder where anything is possible...
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