If these things are not present in unrefined abundance then the natural expression of life will falter, the quality of experience will degrade, the organic vessel that permits it will cease to function at full capacity and reliance on synthetics will become the most convenient…
Even though reducing our consumption of chocolate and sugar probably ought to be a priority for anyone wishing to have the least negative impact on their planet and body. Let’s be real, sometimes you just need to indulge and I’m not here to judge…
“Better a happy [Chocolate brownie] than a sad salad”.
So with that in mind, should one absolutely must… It’s much better for all involved to handmake these Chocolate Brownies from whole, fair and organic ingredients. That way, you have more control over the quality and quantities. Rather than buying dodgy mass-produced, mystery flavour-packs of pre-fabricated, questionable and chemically-laden products made by these faceless corporations, machines and robots that certainly don’t care about the planet or your well-being. No matter how many green and ‘nice’ keywords words figure on the packaging, homemade – with love by real people is always best.
To that lost little girl or boy with festering hurt and sadness, dislocated family, circles of close ones that poison you further, to those born on the brink of a revolution, that live through trying trials and deep dark nights, yet who can rise victorious from every battle for their soul and attempts to sacrifice their physical vessels to energetic pirates and parasites.
To those that find we have no honest history that explains the deep-reaching roots that have survived despite setting out on twisted and polluted terrains with rabid enemies, many of which have something to gain through all this manipulation and manufactured pain.
“A handful of us determine what will be on the…news broadcasts, or for that matter, the [newspapers]… Indeed it is a handful of us with this awesome power…we must decide which news items, out of hundreds available, we are going to expose that day. And those [news stories] available to us already have been culled and re-culled by persons far outside our control.”
Today I am not uploading (yet another) archive post, nor am I bringing you new words from my being but actually words born of another that I recently discovered @slowdownfarmstead on Substack – if you resonate or feel moved to discuss, please also consider subscribing and supporting the author Tara using her links at the end of the post.
Written by Tara at Slowdown Farmstead for Substack
So much of what I’m going to touch on here must be augmented with an understanding of the globalization of our planet and how the corporate players that got us into this hot mess are the same ones holding themselves up as messiahs of salvation. If we buy their solutions to the problems they created, we are headed into the dark wood without a compass. They hold up promises to get us out of our predicament, but only if we are dutiful and listen to what must be done. Of course, what must be done further ensures the destruction of our mother earth, our bodies and spirits, and the increasing serfdom of humans dependent on soylent green factory slop in order to live. There are some references at the bottom of this essay to help put some of this in context if what I’m writing seems in anyway far fetched to you. Please feel free to share your own so we can all continue to learn together.
Recently I was blessed to discover Sona Jobarteh playing the Kora live with her band of equally talented musicians, I didn’t personally film until the very end of the concert because I wanted to be present. To give you an idea, I’ve taken this video that is much better quality from Youtube:
Not only did I feel the music incredibly profound, beautiful and emotional. The skills of all the musicians, the vibes, their humanity and their presence on the closing night in Toulouse were truly touching.
That’s why there’s been such a mainstream push on the incarceration of men for petty crimes in poor neighbourhoods over the years.
Byways of media manipulation, rather than doing anything to truly combat hatred and intolerance, the gender distortion colonises minds, headlines see crowds just blanket toxifying the strong, masculine males of our society over and over again without consideration for the person or individual acts.
Out and about, between waves of salt and snow, I heeded the call to let it all go.
Despite appearances, nothing comfortable, synthetic or artificial can ever actually fulfil us.
For it is amongst all the apparently uncivilised, savage and wild things that we can satiate our yearning. In that often unknown and uncomfortable space, that’s where we truly begin to learn to act with grace.
Looking for some fucks to give in front of my latest challenges…
As the world that I grew up in becomes a stranger place full of “innovative ideas and technological progress”, where daily developments that pollute and destroy our natural resources are being marketed and veiled to “save” humanity from actually being true natural humans and doing any deep organic work on themselves, I feel myself gravitating, or being expulsed, towards another reality, one with fewer QR codes, nanotech, AI and robots.