Visiting Lukens Lake

Lukens lake–Yosemite Park

In June, 2014, nearly three years ago now, during the last vacation trip we would take together, my former partner and I made a brief trip to Yosemite Park.

 On the final morning of our visit, we left the car and took a short hike at an early hour to a lake about a mile from the road. The trail went up a hill and over, meandering down the other side in dense forest and intermittent sunshine, down to a flattened bank and a green and densely populated marshy meadow.

The path followed the edge of the meadow toward a small lake, maybe a hundred yards across, absolutely serene in the clear and crisp morning sunshine. We found a log next to the water to rest and sat silently together.

There was no movement save a dragonfly hovering and flitting on the surface. Then there was the brief flutter of a bird overhead and behind us in the trees. A duck floated out from behind shore cover not far away; then another, and then two more. Then they disappeared. The surface midway across briefly broke as a fish lunged for prey. Then, again. Bright stillness reigned.

As the moments passed, I became still inside as well, more a part of this place, a timelessness overtaking me in which all things take on a soft nature, a stillness that is not really still at all, a shimmering hyper-vivid motionless motion. I recalled another moment much like this one some years ago in which the awesome timeless beauty of every moment was revealed, along with the truth of time itself– that it is no more than imagination, part of the seamless suit of consciousness that we all wear and out of which we may only ever break free for brief random moments. Such moments reveal the sublime and supreme paradox: that everything we know is illusion, here and not here at the same time. All objects appear to have some material nature, yet exist only in some fathomless, timeless insubstantiality.

The sky was as clear as a dream. Even these movements that occurred infrequently, randomly, could not break the silence. No, they were not other than stillness. They were stillness itself, sparkling in movement and sound.

I held her more closely, imagining I was feeling our common essence in the same manner in which I felt the essence of this place, the perfect stillness of the moment, our eternal nature in breathing forms with desires, needs, fragile and unique expressions of an eternal nature, flawed, finding each other for no purpose other than to experience moments like this one, exposing ourselves to be caressed, to fall, to rise, to be realized in the eyes of another. I felt complete acceptance and love for her and for myself.

Nothing else mattered.

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Night of the Racketeers

I don’t know about you, but much of the time these days I am wading through the hip-deep mud that emanates from the White House. Leaping from the delirious unraveling going on, composting social and political structures and identities into an activist’s view, to a critique of the dominant social, economic and political dynamics seems important, but in reality only seems to provide temporary respite.

What to do? Trust what we know or rely on someone else’s perspective? On one hand, there is the dismemberment resulting from the current crew of cartoonish characters on the Right casually propagating the malevolence of isolation, the exclusionary ideologies of fixation and separation, willing to leave increasing numbers of people stranded between their origins and their destination. On the other, we are now affected by events from the farthest reaches of the earth. We are infused with and influenced by foreign peoples and cultures as never before. We see the big picture of the destruction of the biosphere and the many versions of struggle against it. We are steeped in mind-blowing ingenuity, intelligence and wildly creative solutions to huge problems, taking increasingly risky stances on principle, envisioning something different based on relationship, living fully into our inexpressible beauty and creativity, the constantly emerging chaos and opportunity. We can sense our partners on this raft hurtling through the cosmos, dismantling the ideology of permanence, countering the whitewashing of the past and the denial of death.

Every boundary that can be crossed is being crossed in a seemingly inexorable destruction derby emanating from der Furor. In that dissolution, every tenet of the old order is under assault even as the earth demonstrates daily that our assumptions of human exception, what Freud called “human narcissism,” are the height of folly and arrogance. Thus, the old story (that the concentration of ever-expanding wealth into an ever-decreasing number of hands while the destruction of education, the rise of mass surveillance and loss of privacy and civil rights is somehow good for us) collapses as we sense our fragility, our true intimacy with the human and the non-human, our unfinished nature that will never be finished, especially in a future that is not guaranteed.

As eyes and minds open, barriers fall. We see (and respond) beyond color, culture, language and national boundaries to a previously inconceivable resonance of life-affirming values spreading across the world. Maybe this is driven by global climate upheaval, naked political and economic repression, an unfolding realization that humans themselves are a geological event in progress; maybe we are driven by impending crises of population, water, food or other essential elements indispensable to our tech-driven culture. Maybe it’s all part of the decay, the collapse and death of the conventional narrative about death itself, about how things are, by the realization that there is an ineffable reality beyond the intellectual fences: we are in perpetual transition.

Of course, the other thing going on is retrenchment, a hardening of the fear-based authoritarian ideology, intimidation and distraction serving exclusion and control, the desperate grasping for domination and continued extraction, if not from the earth itself, then from people, an intensified grasp of unsustainable practices, retrenchment into greater secrecy, less accountability, more and deeper back-room, under-the-table influence, off-line and off the charts collusion, the propagation of terror by and for the arms, pharmaceutical, agribusiness, banking, surveillance and fossil energy industries, the flagrant flouting of law and fact, an assault on truth itself for personal gain. Profit and democracy do not coexist well. They never have.

These are real things, materially affecting everyone. To avoid seeing them does not make them go away. But to see and name them is to freeze one frame of a dynamic process. It inevitably changes the seer and the seen. To operate in that binary world is a flawed approach particularly if we impose an immutable binary view on others, not to mention ourselves. Denying others a freedom we demand for ourselves will not get us where we wish to go.

Where does death fit in this view—except perhaps as one more barrier, one more metaphor of our self-imposed compartmentalization of the individual? The anthropocentric nature of death is expressed as religion, which purports to explain death by reassuring us of our permanence, which, by the way, is also the essence of the corporate business model. Extracted from religion, death is intimately entwined with time. We say we are all prisoners of time and yet are also being gifted by time in every “moment.”

We may  regard the “prison” as compassion in disguise, giving us, even as our “time” diminishes and our future narrows, a widening view and a greater capacity to resolve the dilemmas of impermanence and dualism in which death itself becomes a culmination of our lifelong journey–seeing through the disguise instead of succumbing to it. If the world is encoded in our materiality, every death is also a service to life, a gift to the collective, the world speaking to itself.

The polarity of expansion vs retrenchment (the corporate determination to cheat death) is what continues to produce and intensify the effect and drive so many forms of global violence they are too numerous to mention. This is the ongoing blatant and increasingly coercive economic narrative at a global scale: racketeering. Some would say that racketeering has always been the business model of America. There’s certainly enough evidence of that. Indeed, America was built on this model. See Robber Barons.

Racketeering, is “a service that is fraudulently offered to solve a problem, such as for a problem that does not actually exist…. that would not otherwise exist if the racket did not exist.” (See “War on Terror”)

A few examples of racketeering: disenfranchisement campaigns, the fraudulent impeachment and removal of Dilma Roussef in Brazil by a cabal of criminally corrupt oligarchs, North Carolina’s HB2, Bayer/Monsanto/Syngenta insisting that pesticides are required to protect the food supply. The contrived (potential) problem may be caused by the same party that offers to solve it.

The most common example of a racket is the “protection racket.” –such as the fossil fuel industry’s 100-year promotion and creation of dependency upon fossil fuels as the sole and essential source of low cost energy, taking us from social benefit through extraction to the extraction of social benefit through misinformation, the obfuscation of scientific fact, the insistence that the social costs of carbon-based energy either don’t really exist or aren’t sufficient to deter us from continuing to rely on it, i.e. people don’t matter.

Racketeering assaults science and scientists while tickling the testicles of members of Congress, TransCanada insisting that the Keystone XL pipeline was critical to North American energy independence, Energy Transfer proceeding to build the DAPL pipeline without an easement from the US Army Corps of Engineers.

The racket exists as both the problem and its solution and is used as a method of extortion. The racket promises to protect the target [party] from dangerous events; then either collects their money or causes the damages to the business until the owner pays. (the 2008-9 US bank bailout)

Racketeering is violence. Racketeering is organised crime. It is the companion of the narrowing economic opportunity that is created for a small elite while propagating the myth of rising wealth. The unfocused rage directed at this violence that excludes so many underpins much of the support that Trump enjoys, but which is misdirected rage because since Trump was elected, the cabinet has been stocked with alligators, racketeers, while we have seen more violence directed at the groups (immigrants and minorities) that are perceived to be the ones stealing from the excluded.

Campaign finance, aided by entities such as the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC), is the other racket that twists democracy to the service of moneyed interests. This has been called bribery, but the quid pro quo is more subtle. The elite insiders (including especially the Clintons and their Davos pals) of the capitalist club understand each other. They don’t have to leave trails of evidence because there are covert understandings between them about how to do things, what is in their interests and how they will decide what is in our interests, namely propping up the facades of democracy and transparency. The receivers know what is expected of them and they gladly comply.

The student loan industry, in collusion with the government, is racketeering. The international “free trade” agreements, NAFTA, TPIP and TPP, may be the grandest rackets of all. With the truth buried in hyper legal text and kept from the public eye, national sovereignty is quietly overturned. Geographical borders may not be sacrosanct, but the collective right of people (governments) to care for themselves should be.

Even language undergoes tortuous manipulation to extract and re-shape meaning to reinforce the ideology of human primacy, the hubris that denies the agency and import of the non-human world, suffocating the eloquence of dismemberment, of being broken, of subliminal chaos, of being perpetually in formation, living in a balance of questions formed and answered and questions unformed and unanswerable. And yet language also remains one of the vital tools remaining to pierce the pretense that the music can and must go on forever.

A mentor poses, “We have to allow for the fact that we may not be smart enough to even know how to think through our problems,” and, “Would we have the same conception of waste we have today if we defecated from the same place we ingested foods? Would we think in binaries, write in studious sequences, or understand ‘progress and development’ if there was no notion of ‘forward’?”

That world is already here—the single portal for the ingestion of nutrition and elimination of waste has become the smart phone/tablet—our ‘eye’ to the world, as well as being the portal through which so much waste passes. As more and more moves in and out, telling the difference between the two is the challenge, of course, since-at least in terms of the smartphone portal-one man’s shit is another’s nutrition. Every user to an increasing degree is now trading in the global transmission of both, such that the linearity of ‘knowledge’ and intelligence breaks down as more and more becomes integral to more and more.

Ironically, the technological tools of connectivity are products of the very racketeering that now both facilitates and limits mass access and intimacy, the continuing breakdown of linearity, institutions of control, reductive reasoning, the birth and death of Stories, development, the emergence of issues, activism. Less and less can occur in secret or in sequestered domains now, which is why racketeering, the deliberate (not accidental!) drive toward increasing control and the increasing secrecy of those efforts have become so much more intense.