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	Wednesday, January 7, 2009

A World That Can't Abide Authentic People graphic from my earlier post living on the edge lost stand still. the trees ahead and bushes beside you are not lost. wherever you are is called Here and you must treat it as a powerful stranger, must ask permission to know it and be known. the forest breathes. listen. it answers, i have made this place around you. if you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here. no two trees are the same to Raven. no two branches are the same to Wren. if what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, you are surely lost. stand still. the forest knows where you are. you must let it find you. ( -- david wagoner) If we all behaved authentically, I think, we would show who we really are -- damaged, vulnerable, imprisoned, addicted. We would not be able to sustain the veneer of civilization. We would see all our dominant systems -- the political, economic, business, educational, social, health and other systems -- as bankrupt, corrupt, worthless, exploitative, and destructive. And we could then no longer tolerate them. We would have to make them over, bottom up and outside in, redesign them from scratch, collectively, to be responsive and responsible, sustainable and collaborative and modest, with the logic of sufficiency. If we all behaved authentically, we would see the damage that our institutional education system does to young people, and that our business and economic systems do to those the education system spits out, people subjugated, repressed, cowed, brainwashed, pounded into obedience and conformity, wounded, crippled, mentally ill actors pretending desperately nothing is wrong. I have spent the last week in Oregon, which seems to have significant, overt subcultures of people who act authentically -- non-conformists, drop-outs, activists, wide-eyed idealists, rugged realists, communitarians, homeless people, and artists and anarchists -- all refusing to pretend that the civilization culture that the mainstream of our society bows to and obeys, actually works. I am sure such subcultures exist everywhere, but I have just not noticed them much before. In the last week I have started to learn to become present, to really pay attention, to start to be, again and at last, nobody-but-myself. It's perhaps wrong even to call these groups 'subcultures', because they participate only marginally in the mainstream culture. They are a hive of independent communities doing self-organized and self-managed experiments in other ways to live and make a living. Millions of people, perhaps all living out there, somewhere, on the Edge. Some of these 'edgelings' are doing very well, and when the crash of civilization comes they will probably thrive, because unlike most of us they do not depend on civilization culture. They are connected, in community with like minds, physically and virtually. Others are not doing well. They remind me of many of the street people I have met, all over the world, people who could not integrate into mainstream civilization culture if they wanted to, but who also seem to lack the survival skills, the creativity and learning and collaborative skills, needed to live outside that culture. Like the poor and sick in the belly of mainstream civilization culture, these disconnected Edge residents will face terrible hardship when that culture slams into the wall of excess and unsustainability. I believe we are all a hair's-breadth from the Edge. The yokes that keep us all in thrall to the Centre are worn and crumbling and held together with the most tenuous glue. Coming to live on the Edge, I think, is a multi-determined journey -- there are more and more factors beginning to push us out of the comfortable pew where we mostly once worshipped our species, our 'leaders', our civilization, our perception of unlimited human capacity and entitlement and manifest destiny.* I don't think those on the Edge are what Ray and Anderson call "cultural creatives" (or, worse, what Florida calls the "new creative class") -- I don't believe any of the "rising collective consciousness" arguments, and there's a disturbing degree of romantic self-congratulation, facile mutual reassurance and almost desperate membership-seeking in a lot of these models, movements, and cults. People have, instead, arrived at the Edge because they never fit into (and fled), or were pushed out of, the Centre. As the industrial economy reels and falters, there is now less room in the Centre. And as van der Post said: if we hope to help others reconnect, enough others to make a difference at this critical point in our evolution, we must first make the journey alone, and then draw others out with us, rather than pushing them to make the journey with us. photo by tree bressen (a brilliant and very authentic person :-) We can see these People Who Have Journeyed to the Edge, these authentic people, either as tragic non-conformists, 'system failures' who couldn't or didn't care to 'get theirs', or we can see them as bioneers, as 'lead-ers' in the true sense of those going ahead, showing the way, inviting us to be with and be authentic with them. These Edgelings look at you, and at the world, with different eyes than those who are still imprisoned in the Centre. Like the wild children who never learned language and hence the neurons in their brains formed in ways that were sensory and intuitive rather than reductive, and therefore were immune to the cultural indoctrination that requires and uses language as a club and a scalpel, they look at you authentically (= M.L./Greek being oneself). They cannot help being honest, empathetic, raw, real. They see what is really happening. They care. They do what they feel and know to be right, for them, not what they are told. If they have arrived at the Edge late in life they probably have a quiet knowledge of what they have left behind, and its dangers, and they are protective, accommodating to new arrivals -- filled with a great sadness, a consuming grief. If they are younger, instinctive migrants rather than battle-weary, wary survivers of the relentless propaganda and warfare of the Centre, they are astonishing -- perceptive rather than conceptive, imaginative rather than analytical, and they are uninhibited, alert, in the moment. They are also naive, vulnerable, guileless, unpretentious. Like birds in the wilderness, they are fear-less. They learn by trying and by practice, not vicariously by being told. They accept responsibility for the consequences of their own actions. They do not blame others. I have no idea if any of the above is true. It is just what I sense, now, for the first time. I am still trying to 'make sense' of it. Bear with me. illustration by british artist/architect mary mattingly What I mean to say, mostly, is that if we all behaved authentically, everything that we call 'civilization' would fall apart. We just couldn't do the things that hold civilization together -- doing mindless jobs, buying addictive junk we don't need, out of boredom, getting into debt, fighting wars, letting megalomanic idiots tell us what we should think and believe and do. Obeying systems that just don't work, don't do anything for us, make us everybody-else. If we all behaved authentically, civilization would be over in a heartbeat. We would all just walk away, and start trying other things, experimenting, relating, loving, caring, learning, rediscovering what our senses teach us and what our intuition knows, doing what's important. Maybe this is how past civilizations have ended, suddenly, mysteriously, when more and more people, fleeing or pushed out to the edge, just walked away from systems that no longer served them. Not a creative reinvention or re-formation of culture, but a rejection of culture, not a Wilberesque 'integration' but a disintegration. A breaking apart. A flying apart. A flying away. * "Our manifest destiny is to overspread the Continent allotted by Providence for the free development of our yearly multiplying millions." -- John O'Sullivan 1845 Category: Diagnosis: Why Civilization is Unsustainable 11:44:41 PM  trackback []  comment []

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