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Hilarious!

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Thanks Curt! Jeez. Wondered why no one responded.

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yes! Hate with me!

'Taker bullshit'. Couldn't have said it better myself. I have to go put on my 'Die, Taker Scum, Die' wife-beater t-shirt now! I made it myself.

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Spiritual Technology / Re: Drumming up some spirits
« on: March 18, 2007, 10:17:00 PM »
Tonyz-

I love your dedication to the importance of drumming! I wish I had more drummers in my circle. Scout, for one, considers it too much of a 'hippie' thing. Feh!

I don't know if I could have more fun than a circle of drummers and some animal dancers in the middle, practicing SHIFT.

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Spiritual Technology / Re: Shamanism, Daoism
« on: March 18, 2007, 10:13:44 PM »
The Tracker School really got me started on the spiritual side of rewilding. However for a long time I wandered the wilderness of one-right-way-shamanism, I'll admit, until in latter years I've begun to see a kind of "core animism" that I've found the most spiritually grounded of all the paths I've trod (perhaps 'core' in the same sense as Jon Young's list of 'core routines' that create proficient trackers).

I mean, really. If you can listen to the trees, and the air, and everything, and speak to them too...if you belong to the world, and experience it as it weaves itself around you (and you weave yourself around it)...what else do you need?

I used to equate 'shamanism' with spirituality, but now I see it as just a role, a craft, like basket making. And the one who makes baskets may have a deeper and wiser sense of 'spirituality' than the shaman.

In any case, I notice that the world keeps speaking to anyone who'll listen. I guess you'd call that relationship animism...you could also just call it relatedness. I do see folk Taoism as very close to (or indistinguishible from) this attitude.

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I did a little already on my blog.  It just gets my goat anymore when all these "evolved" and "enlightened" thinkers think they've finally got it, the unprecedented new vision that no-one has heard before:

"Them darn savages...why, they, they a bunch of numbskulled primitives!"

Ken Wilbur, a proponent of "integrative, pluralistic" spiritual philosophy, and someone every free-thinking new ager seems to love, even the intelligent ones, has figured out this brilliant continuum for "spiritual evolution":

archaic -- magic -- mythic -- rational -- pluralistic -- integrative

Of course, he has two special categories, "prerational" (superstitious dumbshits) and "transrational" (sages dressed in white, perpetually hovering). Guess which side of the scale falls under "prerational"...yep, archaic, magic, and mythic.

Even his picture annoys me:


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Health, Healing & Movement / Re: Healing and withdrawal...
« on: March 17, 2007, 04:36:20 PM »
I recommend the Body Ecology Diet book also. Just to add to Raindance's comment on cleansing and healing..

In my experience, radical diet changes almost inevitably create lots of bizarre little symptoms and side-effects. Rashes, headaches, cramps, cebaceous cysts, body odor, fatigue, moodiness, on and on. I've found the more narrowly one shifts one's diet (say, the more kinds of modern foods and anti-nutrients one avoids), the more marked the symptoms during transition (and during relapse if one goes back). We can find differing useful ways of explaining and modeling these experiences, I favor the "detox" (per Raindance's comment) model the best.

Meaning, all those symptoms signify all the different cleansings of your body's clogged detoxification/filtration systems that it finally feels it can do; while we eat garbage, our body's basically give up on the idea. We overwhelm them with pollution! But once we tell our body that we plan to eat a minimum of modern fouling foods, boy do the floodgates open! And boy does it complain if we change our minds!

Anymore, I see us almost like molluscs, environmental filters, who can handle almost any pollutant with enough opportunity to flush it out again. But overload it, and reduce regimens of bathing/hydration/sweats/fasts, and we just end up clogged with muck. I don't know that I groove too well with the overenthusiastic regimens of bodycleansing that some fame yogis for, but as far as I can tell all north and central american indians had sweating (sweat lodges) and fasting traditions, even though they already had unlimited fresh air (and many had almost unlimited fresh water), along with nourishing and appropriate diets. Clearly it doesn't suffice just to change diet...we need to resurrect sweating and fasting traditions too for a well rounded home-health-care tradition.

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Language & Oral Tradition / Re: The E-primitive Thought Experiment
« on: March 17, 2007, 02:41:18 PM »
Perhaps she meant "bo" as in french for beau-tiful, "beau".

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Spiritual Technology / Re: Dreams
« on: March 17, 2007, 02:37:04 PM »
At the tracker school philosophy class I learned some great guidelines for what to do with dreams/non-linear messages. Then I found a book Living Your Dreams that employs the exact same philosophy and fleshes it out somewhat.

I really encourage anyone fascinated by dreams to check this book out...

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Visions of the Rewilding Renaissance / Re: Survival Kits
« on: March 17, 2007, 02:00:18 PM »
Emily-
That link has some amazing info. CRAZY! What genius..."To avoid detection by radar, magnetic tape found in audio and video cassetts may be obtained and mixed into automotive or other paint. The vehicle may then be painted with this mixture. This mixture has the effect of scattering radar energy, rendering a much smaller and les effective return signal. With a less effective return signal, your vehicle will not appear to be what it is to those searching for you, thus you will have a good chance of being overlooked."

god. I love it when people get crazy DIY!

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**READ HERE FIRST** / Re: Introductions
« on: March 16, 2007, 11:04:20 PM »
I suppose I should introduce myself.

My parents named me Wilhelm, after a dutch sailor-friend of my father, named "Wilhelm Dedood", pronounced Vil-emm Deh-dote, it means "divine helm" and "the dead". I don't know why they did that. I never see the guy, I don't even know that he ever liked me, and my father doesn't really seem to get along with him any more (they haven't talked for over a decade). In any case, everybody incorrectly called me "Will-helm", so they changed the spelling to Willem. Now everybody calls me William instead. Unless they call me "willow".

I grew up in very sacred places to me, places I miss in my bones, though not often in my thoughts.   I grew up on the Oregon south coast, a place thick with salt air, the rich rot of kelp, and the grieving calls of the gulls fretting over fishing boats. Sand seemed to get in everything. In the winter the wind blew and blew, enough to chill your bones, and the fog rolled in thick and heavy, paradoxically blinding you while at the same time carrying the clear sounds of voices and shutting doors far beyond their origins.

In the summer you could expect days as hot and dry as you like, though the chill wind along the shore never stopped.

Later my family moved a little up-coast, and the weather seemed much moodier and murkier. A place turned sad by the arrival of Europeans, who even in that modern day seemed despairing and strange in a land stolen from those who considered it a paradise.

The sand and the sea, the innumerable tight slopes of the coastal mountains hiding cranberry bogs, and cedar swamps, and the dark and holy wildernesses.

I live now in the Willamette Valley in the Portland Area, once known as Stumptown for the vast panorama of trees butchered and killed to feed the hunger of new arrivals. Not far south from here, my father lives near a town called Woodburn, named so because to clear fields the europeans had bonfires of the tree's bodies licking the sky, 24 hours a day, for years.

Though I know more naturalist lore about this area, the trees and animals and so on, than I do of where I originally grew up, some part of me doesn't know if I'll ever know it in the same way as the land of my childhood. Perhaps. This place introduced itself to me as a city first, all buses and downtown and the grinding weary chaos of the mid to late years of public schooling. Only a decade later did I come to explore its wild greenways: the ecstatic toothsome industry of beavers, the regal and rapier wielding herons hunting, the sweet-needled hemlock and douglas firs, the sheltering arms and fuzzy knapped skin of the great redcedars, the syrupy perfume of cottonwoods with their riot of wind-strewn white cotton.

I care about my family a lot, and for the most part they have lives far more invested in the modern culture than I. I write and I teach, and eke out an existence in the margins for now.


So, that tells a little about me.

-Willem



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Visions of the Rewilding Renaissance / Collapse looks like....THIS!
« on: March 16, 2007, 12:36:47 PM »
I sent an email to my mom today, and then thought i should post in on my blog, and now I think everybody here should know about it too...

http://www.mythic-cartography.org/2007/03/16/a-vision-of-the-future-khabarovsk-in-collapse/


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Grief & Praise / Re: Stupid F$#(*&($ Billboard
« on: March 15, 2007, 05:37:40 PM »
Yeah. Disgusting. Jeezus.

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Language & Oral Tradition / Re: The E-primitive Thought Experiment
« on: March 15, 2007, 05:36:00 PM »
Dandelion:

Ha ha. Yeah, I like mothering a lot. Funny how "fathering" connotes just insemination, but "mothering"  connotes ongoing nurturing, rather than just giving birth or carrying to term.

Penny Scout:

Beautiful examples! So true, too. They feel so vital, and simple, and alive, and the English translations so jargony, technical, and life-less. Who really wants to belong to an 'anarcho-syndicalist commune'? But who wouldn't want to belong to a 'they-cherish-each-other-together', or a "they-celebrate-eat-sleep-in-family-together"?


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