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The Tattooed Fairy

September 16, 2017

The Tattooed Fairy

In some sense, tattoos must be terrifying and liberating.  They are graving a word of the name you call only yourself, the stories you chose to remember.  To be so naked is to meet death without fear, laugh, hug her, and cry.  And through this, also find power.  Perhaps this is what it means to be fae. I keep my name so hidden I’ve never seen it myself.  Left open the door of fate to look at my choices carefully and what they truly mean to me.   I feel so far from the people, though I  follow close by in the forest. Their stones and their dogs all that keep us further away.  Yet we watch the cats and are clever indeed. There are always ways to be made. Fox, coyote, come all yea tricksters. We shall ever prevail.  For we are the forest, the edge of man’s whispers, singing them softly, “Follow us deeper the woods. ”  And to the woods they came, the seas, the skies too.   Till nowhere was left for them to chase us, except beyond the moon and the stars.

We laugh as man rushes forward, following us, but first they must learn to get along.  We’re further now than we’ve ever been for those who chase rainbows and dreams.  You must become as gods now, conquer the spaces without and within.  Break down those walls between us.  Lets see you create new kinds of life on your own.  We will always be there to guide you, the elves and the faeries, those from worlds long gone.   Hide and seek, come find us, or are we too scary for you.   And now there is a story for you.   For you and I both, this may be all that we are, these echoes we leave of ourselves.   So I shall explore science, music, romance, compassion, joy, terror, even shame.  We mark these words upon ourselves in deeds, in words and ink.

In this digital world, we are all immortal, the traces that we leave.  Fingerprints, retina scans.  What we liked, loved, bought, sold. We wrote about.  Who we loved.  What we accomplished and won.  How we all grow brighter by the brightness of ourselves and others in the world. Or we could be the comments, complaints, name-calling and childish bullying and hatred. Those shades of us too, echo immortal. Tarnish the light of who we were.  How do you wish to be remembered?  Who will care who you were?  Few villains are immortal, most die quickly, there’s only so far you can go.  Be that guy that pushes the button.  Be the one who destroys the world.    All of the rest will be forgotten, blackened shadows all that’s left after his glow, and most of you will be gone with the innocents. Perhaps you hope you can start again.  Become your own God, re-enact the story of the ark, cast yourselves from paradise again.  And even such egoism is hollow.   You too will all be forgotten, the clock has ticked, the world has moved on.  We know the good and right and best way to be.  It is to be ourselves, do our best, and work with others, everything else is personal belief.

Mass murder is a stupid solution.  It’s been tried by race, religion, and creed.   It’s stupid.  The horizon is always in the statistical noise.  We have always learned the most by having the most views to compare against.  The most concrete proof to substantiate our theories.  But we need to be sure of what we know.  Detached from hatred and conceit.  It’s foolish to rush to state an opinion.  Take some time to do some research, consider what you know.  Is the immediate conflict immediately not life-threatening?  If no, then you have many more possibilities.  Time to think and review.  How could you speak not to this one but millions?  This is not said to quash your passion.  Instead I offer a hothead’s experience:  You can use that spark to do more.  Write stories, poems, songs, your congressman, game games, build an amazing world, pass on all the wisdom you can.  Fight for what’s right and what you believe. We can more effectively change the world.  Or at least our mark on the wall of time or a piece of skin will leave us living immortal.  The parts we always wanted everyone to see.  That’s what I see in a tattoo, a life without fear, but I too live without fear, I’ve worn my marks in different ways as we all do.   Thank you for wearing your story, mine has run too long and there is much to do.

-Fear 2017

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The Firebringers

September 16, 2017

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So I’ve roughed some mean drawings of racists because if fear is what they respond to. But I know that’s a defective thought path. I can beat them without stooping to that level. Not ‘their’ level. That one. The one where I insert a ‘they’, where it stops being ‘us’. The place we stop being friends and it is not mine or theirs because those things don’t exist, there is only us and we need to figure that out together and soon because we’re the first animal that has found true comfort, safety from the brutality that ruled this world for two hundred million years and you did it with your mind and by coming together, to be more than just an animal. We can be the most beautiful thing that has ever existed. Deliberately myriad and one. We are the people and we know our whole world and now we must find new ways to grow. New sciences, new maths, new thoughts, new ideals. But first. Let us once again see one another as people. As an animal, the fight is long over. We have already won.

I mean… What I was thinking about with that drawing. The dogs and cats were so geared for that one moment where they kill. We have been the animal that has been that thing’s prey and that type of creature has been the bringer of death since age immemorium, and now, we, the tiny creatures, the ones that had always watched with fear. We have defeated them utterly. We could eradicate them in the blink of an eye. As an animal, man is supreme master. We can draw life from all of the world, exploit every resource. There is nowhere else to evolve as an animal It is the ones that cling to the idea a ‘breed’ is superior who truly do not fit in. I know I could never convince my friend their favorite dog breed is better than another, nor he yours, nor your cat, or hamster or whatever pet you prefer. How can we see ourselves, the most powerful animal in creation and think less of ourselves than dogs? Who was foolish enough to think that would make a good insult? We are all human beings, the many and the one.

So I share this of myself to you. My anger and my love. I make art to let go of my rage. Write this to atone too. I do not have a religion. I do not teach a faith. Just recording what I can of my personal human evolution and sitting here, as our people have, since time immemorial, sat around a campfire and laughed. All people knew this since long before their grandfathers time. Fire, sitting and talking, no tribe, no race, no identity can claim. That people came before any of us and when we have gone our separate ways, we have all said as one, “We’ll keep the fires burning and wish for your safe return and to remember that I love you.” This is who we are. Those who carried fire. What we did to explore strange lands is now long past and we must tend one another’s wounds. We had been so gone we barely recognized ourselves. I am sorry if I hurt you, my friend.

Save for a few great depths, only the stars are left to explore. We must now come once again together so that we may reach further still or will we choose to live out our days and vanish here? What if there’s no one else to return? Consider, just for a moment if God was only a promise we made until we had conquered the world? He was easy to concede when there was less we did not know. What foods to eat, what crops to grow, how to stave off hunger, fear for another winter, then twenty or more.

Think back. Why would any God that loved you, want you to go to war? Why would any animal, seeking comfort, desire it any more? Why would you want to have games turn violent, we can invent better games. I know that’s one that bothers me. Sure we can invent better games that are social games, we understand better each day how the animal works. I know how to off-balance you, you do too and there, for a moment, I stopped being we again. We’ll figure it out, we know. So what? What’s the point? It’s time to play something new. Let’s create something really amazing. Why don’t we explore that next frontier, reaching outward or within or seeking some whole way new? Who know’s what’s over there and who we might meet and be?

Let’s eat lunch then see what’s out there. Make music, invent, build things. Until god or the singularity, some way of leaving this planet or creating universes of our own or maybe we create a new kind of life or maybe, just maybe, we chance ever hear the voice of someone new, some distant, other people’s calling out, “Hello!”, what, really, do we have to fear, for there is only us and the monsters can not take us for we are those who bring fire.