"Something that you cannot do without the approval of the masses"
This edition of the DHD newsletter features a casual audio overview of my educational pamphlet 'Key Concepts of Message Perception' and includes the ambient background sounds of summer in Philadelphia.
There’s a whole world of thought I’m gonna hold on to for right now, cause for this time I’m sharing two teaching tools that I’ve made. I notice healers often use the word offerings for their wares and services. This is something of an offering. A tool I present to you for your use, if you so find it useful.
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Happy Virgo Season.
you have to forge yourself into a weapon
is something I wrote first as a personal spell, then a shared spell, then we published it in Metropolarity’s STYLE OF ATTACK REPORT (which is again down to the last 8-10 copies—would anyone miss it if we didn’t reprint? it can’t go out of print just yet can it?).
Forging oneself into a weapon is for the purpose of wielding yourself, by your own hand.
How are swords made? We may share a popular image of a man bent over a raw glowing blade, hammering away, tempering it through alchemical process. The material is combined, melted, cooled, heated, folded and then battered down in on itself, blow after cadenced blow.
While you wield yourself, you are also the one who forges. The Wielder, the Forger, the Weapon. Or the Tool, if you prefer. (There’s a lil holy trinity for you to meditate on.) With the experience material in their body, the Forger full of discipline and dedication, tempers the amorphous into something clearly shaped, clearly defined. Shape Change, Olamina commanded.
“[It] occurs to me that when something of great volume is forced through a small opening it generates great pressure—and that pressure creates force, and force is power. I’m reminded of the scene from DUNE where the Fremen learn the Weirding Way—that their focused voices have the power to shatter stone. I can understand why you would be filled with rage at this deplorable world. I hope that you can focus that anger through your powerful voice and shatter something as hard and seemingly impenetrable as stone. I’ll protect my eyes and laugh like a fool.”
My man wrote this to me in 2013, in a letter made of 3.5x5.5 index cards contained with a binder clip. I thought it was so romantic.
ITEM1: key concepts of message perception
Some weeks ago I taught a workshop called PROP WERX:
Learn to read between the lines, hear what's not said & more in this propaganda dissection workshop. We'll pick apart ads, movies, headlines, conversations, and other content with a simple repeatable technique.
The audio here for this newsletter is solely a walk-through and discussion of the material in the zine. The audio is meant as a supplement to the pamphlet tool itself. You can view & download the pamphlet-zine via these Dropbox links below (dismiss any account creation prompts, no account required).
ITEM2: futurism & languages of manipulation
And I read through that whole thread and retweeted its morsels to my own timeline, and then I was like damn I need to read the whole thing, a transcription of Murray Bookchin’s 1978 speech made at the Toward Tomorrow (renewable energy) Fair in Amherst, MA. And at the bottom of the whole article was a comment from a reader saying, the transcription was good but the original speech had a lot of interesting contextual points otherwise left out. So I listened to that next. And from there I decided I would transcribe the missing parts of the speech, combine it with the Uneven Earth one, and make a free zine out of the whole thing cause I liked it so damn much.
I fuck with this speech. Here is the printable. I added food for thought exercises at the end.
What is futurism? Futurism is the present as it exists today, projected, one hundred years from now. That’s what futurism is. If you have a population of X billions of people, how are you going to have food, how are you going to do this… nothing has changed. All they do is they make everything either bigger, or they change the size—you’ll live in thirty story buildings, you’ll live in sixty-story buildings. Frank Lloyd Wright was going to build an office building that was one mile high. That was futurism.
The simple fact is, I just don’t believe that we have to extend the present into the future. We have to change the present so that the future looks very, very different from what it is today. This is a terribly important notion to convey. So a lot of people are walking around today who sound very idealistic. And what do they want to do? They want multinational corporations to become multi-cosmic corporations [laughter from the audience]—literally!
They want to bring them up in space, they want to colonize the Moon, they can’t wait to go to Jupiter, much less Mars. They’re all very busy, they’re coming around, they even have long hair and they even have beards, and they come around and they say ‘Oh, I can’t wait to get into my first space shuttle!’—that is the future.
This is regarded as ecology and it’s not ecology. It’s futurism! It’s what Exxon wants to do. It’s what Chase Manhattan wants to do. It’s what all the corporations want to do. But it is not utopia, it is pure futurism. It is the present extended into the future.
A mass society, and how do we keep in touch with each other? We don’t even have to look at each other. We’ll look at television screens. I’ll press a button, I’ll see you on the television screen, you’ll be on Mars, for all I know, and we’ll have a wonderful conversation with each other, and we’ll say ‘Gee whiz! We’ve got an alternate technology!’ The point is it isn’t a liberatory technology.
bonus VSS: Venus Saturn Square
This well received trans heavy collabo smut zine is now available free in PDF form. If for some reason you’ve missed all the hype and fanfare around this project till now, you can catch up on the whole thing here.
So there you have it.
I’m on unemployment and redistributing most of it away while things are otherwise stable for me. I’m doing ok. I’m reading. I’m at the jawn. I’m zoned out on a cloud. I’m underworlding. I applied for a couple editing fellowships. My short story book is still for sale, and all its stories are on my URL, and I’m struggling to imagine the reality where my book is finished and for what purpose.
Push your limits. Hold on to your love. [message to self]
I hope you find the teaching zines useful.
Till next time