what? are you poor?
TODAYS BLOG IS A VENT -
EMOTIONAL -
DRIVEN BY PAST EXPERIENCE
- IT IS BIASED -
IT IS LUMPY
what? are you poor?
This is a stupid joke that someone i love and their friends and I say because it’s so stupid to say to someone and so it’s funny because they get it, and we acknowledge how stupid it is (we really love each other … but in fact, nobody likes you and actually we hate you )
But someone behind me in the library was discussing why so many people give blood around this time of the year (xmas time/ Christians). And the more they talk the more I realize they have never had to search for change on their car floor for gas to get to work, hopefully enough to last until they can get gas money from friends they’ve helped around town. Or sell their clothes to the local resale shops to buy food. Or give blood to help pay rent or payback money you’ve borrowed from friends. I’m guessing besides giving back to the community there are some people who want to buy their kids or loved one something because there is a pressure in our society to spend. spend. spend. or die. regardless die. And then it reminds me, just the reality of that capitalisty creatures drown in care and love - violently drown in the waters - if there is any wiff of care of love involved in a project the capitalisty creatures shivers and shrieks like a banshee in pain and warning to not dare attempt to feed the love and care in the world. Money making systems are evil incarnate - it is all fake - the fake does not supplement the real even if the fake supplement looks, feels, and smells, like something real, it does not feed anything, you will eat a thousands bagels and never feel full , you’ll own a river or a waterfall and always be thirsty, you’ll bathe in them and never be clean, capitalisty creatures will never be clean, they are poison - like the plants who share all their wisdom before they depart from one state to another, or when regularly communicating with their neighbours of threats - and now we are warning each other - to abolish capitalism - how can skyscrapers be built off of the idea of a number - we are brilliant creatures, powerful creatures who have used their powers in the wrong way, we are little babies, CEOs of world leading financial institutions are little babies, all humans are little babies, naïve. We could live better we all could feel better, feel more connected, feel more involved, if we wake up and remember who and how we are connected, how naïve to think we need skyscrapers, how naïve to think we need any hierarchy
Which it doesn’t have to be the case. It is scary thought to give up on money. To live a life where I deny it’s existence. What would that look like? Today if I were to do that, I see myself as a monk, somewhere on a homestead with sisters farming together and living/ healing. I could create and be an artist, who is in communion with the earth and all beings in the universe, who has ever existed, known, and to be remembered.
