I believe that one of the most inconceivable and unbearable violent losses, among others, that my generation has had to endure is the deprivation of a shared political identity.
Sometimes this causes me significant suffering and triggers blind rage within me, making it difficult to put my feelings into words.
Everywhere, all existing parties have NOTHING to do with the great political traditions of modern times, with NO cohesive involvement from the people whatsoever. Parties have become administrative agencies: self-advertising firms. In other words, they are the ultimate cesspools of Western history.
Yet, we are no longer the humanity of the Ancien Régime. We have gone through two centuries of – more or less democratic – political involvement, and our society was built on the principle of active participation in political life.
Nowadays no one deprives us of formal rights such us voting or free speech, yet the passivity, desperation, and isolation of average individuals – and the masses as well- have never been this extreme in known human history.
The true powers behind this system are nothing but parasites stemming from our spiritual decay. They suck the life out of us (consumerism), run techno-plutocratic experiments on our bodies and minds (forced digitalization), and we just let them do this.
This is because we are too desperate to react. We are too devoted to our private little pile of ashes, with no direction or purpose.
In the meantime, we witness, conscious and powerless, the preparation of our own destruction. Consciously inert.
Consciously without democracy.
Consciously without identity.
Consciously without community.
We realise, don’t we, that this way of life is going to shatter tomorrow morning, with the very first breath of the dawn wind?
Do we understand that a young generation raised in this way is a one-way ticket to the real Matrix – perhaps a virtual one managed by Palantir?
Then the first thing we should do in order to find a real way out is to express this immense pain of ours.
We should clearly state that it feels like an objectless, subjectless anger, with no origin or direction. It is like a Void without a Face, which swallows everything for no reason.
If we want to see beyond this rage, first, we need to admit that it is actually there, and that’s how it feels and how we experience it.
Talking about this Nothing which is devouring us means confessing it and let it out. But we need to this together, not just cloistered in the therapist’s room. More than ever nowadays, even psychological therapy has become a political matter. It pertains to our World’s future, not just our own private little destinies.
By touching this terrible wound, the political task of our spiritual and initiatory movement emerges in its full cogency. We cannot help but BE political today, even if it is only to remain MENTALLY HEALTHY, and thus live a humanly decent life.
Politics, in turn, must be able to convert itself into that therapy of bodies and souls that starts first and foremost from the abyss of this despair of ours. A therapy of meaning is today the most urgent politics that can be conceived.
The destruction of our state is at a more advanced stage than what we can perceive.
The work itself is simple. It is already here. It is already on a small scale what we have been doing now for 26 years in our small workshop, but we must push further and stay vigilant. And dare, knowing that we have nothing to lose.
Only the Miracle now awaits us. But it will happen only if we dare to see WHAT KIND of Darkness this Night holds.