Friday, August 28, 2026


 We just watched Mary Oliver: Saved by the Beauty of the World. Then we ate a good cookie.


 Word of the day, depends, or deepends. The Aprista movement in Peru during Carlos Castaneda's childhood worked like "a violent psychological break with the world of established identities so that the individual may be absorbed (reborn) into the ineffable… As people find themselves in direct touch with some extraordinary personality symbolizing the transcendent, they experience a sense of power and energy". It would be interesting to re-read the Don Juan books with the knowledge of Carlos Castaneda's biographical story.


 I remember reading A Yaqui Way of Knowledge as a kid. I knew later about the fabrications in it, but I thought of it as a hybrid work, and still as potent as anthropological truth. But now I'm reading about Castaneda's cult, and it's mind-blowing. The book is in my queue, and it's like 600 pages, so I'm sure I will be writing more when the time comes. It's so strange how things happen, and how things change.


 Through cultural brainwashing, political infiltration, and using the shield of antisemitism to guard against all criticism, Israel can kill whoever it wants, whenever it wants, wherever it wants. And it can kill them in whatever quantities it desires. Because the killers are Jews, and we can’t criticize Jews because of antisemitism and the holocaust, which, through deep cultural programming has been instrumentalized to make Jews morally untouchable. Through this weaponization of memory and elevation of unimpeachable Jewishness we end up with an inverted political morality: genocide is moral, anti-genocide is immoral.

Nate Bear




 In the time of his incarceration I wondered what Julian Assange would do if he was free. Now he's free, or no longer incarcerated at least, I wonder what he may do. What I fear is he's become a symbol of what could be done, of what was done, of what could have been done while rulers of the world continued to commit us all to the collapse. I fear the trajectory is somehow inevitable, that the corruption must continue until the empire of destruction is finally exhausted and crushed by the inexhaustible energy of nature. And then, we may be returned as the evanescent dust of perception to the galaxy.


 We watched the genocide nothing could stop. Now we watch the collapse.