On the Nature of Living in Specific Places

I thought that, since I have the time I would look through one of the posts that I have in preparation and get it out. I’m a very lazy blogger and don’t have the energy I had so many years ago when I started blogging on the Aspie Diaries. This may be because I want my posts to be important and meaningful, and it takes me awhile to come up with things that are interesting. Maybe I should stop worrying as these are usually put out at a very short period.

Anyways, today I wanted to talk about living arrangements. More mine then anybody elses, because at the moment I am very board. On my previous blog, I wrote a list called “My Ideal Apartment“, which is more or less about the kind of place I’d like to live. This has been a sort of echo in the back of my life that comes out at various times. The basic idea is I want to have my own place, but I’m not sure I want to do this on “straight” levels. Essentially, I want to be a member of the counter-culture when the counter-culture may not be that viable anymore. On another level, I’m kind of against the idea of a counter-culture, as it is such a silly concept. The counter-culture is part of the culture, in that it allows change to a sterile culture. There is also the issue that now the counter-culture may be coming into the hands of those right-wing tea-party clowns down in Yankeeland. I do not like these people’s belief system, and if they knew me then they would definitely not like me. At the moment the only truly sane thing I can do is to learn how to garden, move out somewhere were the Revolution won’t get at me and grow vegetables for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, I don’t think I’m the kind of person to live of the grid, at least not yet. It is a nice fantasy though.

So far, my only real choice is to live withing society, and my main goal is to come to some level of independence. At the moment, I am living mostly on my parent’s money. They are sending me to University, paying for my food and board, tossing me money for books and cookies and not complaining that much because I am their offspring and they love me. In the meantime, I need a job. Getting meaningful employment has not been something I’ve done a lot of. My younger sister has had more work experience then I have. I’ve also not had that much luck getting places of work in my hometown, which now that University is over, is were I currently am. I may be looking in the wrong places however, and need to look into things. There was a retail place that just opened that sells items for the magic-practicer, but it holds little interest for me. It is more inclined to Neo-pagans and the music isn’t that good. I also checked out the books and from my sources the publisher isn’t that good, and I should probably pick up a copy of Aleister Crowley’s “Magick in Theory and Practice” and “777”. Either way, if I can get to Kitchener at some point I plan on picking up a copy of “Liber Null & Psychonaut.” I’m getting a very interested in the Chaos Magic system, though I’m not sure that the philosophy behind it is something I like, but that is something for another post.

I’m reading an article on the Hotel Chelsea, and to be honest this is the kind of place I’d like to live. For those who don’t know, the Hotel Chelsea was basically a place that several famous artist types lived. The list is quite amazing. Practically all the major Beats lived here for a time, Andy Warhol lived here, Mark Twain lived here, Leonard Cohen lived here, Bob Dylan lived here, Patti Smith, Tom Waits, Stanley Kubricks. I think it’s calmed down now, but I wish that there was a place like this I could live in. I’ll keep my eyes open and see if anything appears. Anyways, I’m typing this from a computer so I should publish this soon and get off before the computer closes down on me. Bye for now.

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Save Kiana Firouz

Normally I don’t try to get involved in politics. Quite frankly it depresses me, because it looks like we’re either being run by beings that have been so thoroughly devoured by some supernatural evil it would be an insult to call them human or they are bumbling fools who have no idea what is really going on. However, at the moment I am working out all my pent up rage and frustration at the world via Kiana Firouz, a woman who I have recently discovered on the Internet and, though her life hangs in the balance is receiving no media attention right now. I am disgusted that something like this is even capable of happening.

The basic story is that Kiana Firouz is an Iranian lesbian who is now facing execution in her homeland because of her role in a movie called “Cul de Sac” which apparently shows her having sex with another woman. Now, admittedly, that is kind of stupid, but the problem is that she is going to die and she shouldn’t half to. She isn’t harming anyone and should be allowed to love whom she wants. Now, she is being forced back to Iran were she will in all likelihood be killed.

There has been very little media attention in English on this subject, and it worries me considering her life is at stake. Here we have someone who could be facing death because a few people can’t see past their own preconceptions that they can’t see they are murderers, and no one seems to be doing anything to stop it. I’ve sighed the petition to save her life and sent an email to the people who are deporting her, which I hope is not to angry. It was very short and did not show signs of being a very thought out or formal letter, which is how you need to talk to government officials. I’m just boiling with anger at this entire thing, to think that this woman is more or less dieing and that the people who could save her aren’t doing anything. So now I’m going to through out my own attempts to save her because someone has to help the people who nobody seems to give a damn about.

Email the proper government officials in Britain at: public.enquiries@homeoffice.gsi.gov.uk

Sign the Petition at: http://www.petitiononline.com/kianaf/petition.html

Read more at the EveryOne Group

You can stop this, ForĀ  the love of God write a letter and sign the petition.

Why I Believe in an Abrahamic God?

Someone named Emily asked me why I believe in an Abrahamic God. Since I need to post more and this is a pretty good question. I am therefore going to try and answer that.

The easiest question is that I was raised in a Christian family, and that my idea of what God is comes from a Christian concept. That is however, not really what I believe. To be honest, I’m not very comfortable calling myself a Christian. It’s not that I have an overall negative experience of Christianity, I’d call my relationship to my birth-religion very good. The problem is that I cannot reconcile my soul to the idea of Christ as Savior. I can say I believe in God, to an extent I even believe in Christian concepts of sin, but I can’t get my mind around the idea that Jesus Christ died for my sins. I am on my way to working all this out in my head, but there is still the details were I am not a normal Christian.

My concept of God is probably one of these, although with the rise of feminism I might not be that off. To put it simply, I think it’s insulting to the idea of God to just refer to God in the masculine. That is why I believe that God has both masculine and feminine aspects in the highest form we can perceive God as without God turning into Cosmic Nothingness. This is a theory I picked up from Hinduism, that believes the highest form of God is androgynous. However, this is not entirely outside the area of the Abrahamic Religions. Kaballah supposes that God has both male and female aspects, though admittedly the early Kabbalists had a negative view of that feminine side.

I also believe that when you get right down to it, the One God is alot more complex then most people give It credit for. There is kind of an unfortunate sterotype that God is an old bearded man who sits on a cloud fashioning plans for wombats. This strikes me as a rather limited view of a being that created the Universe. To explain this I am taking a rather neoplatonic view of divinity. According to Neoplatonism, all life emenates from God, which at it’s highest point is beyond our understanding. This thing we call the Monad, or the One, or the Ayin(the Kabbalists call it that, it’s Hebrew for Nothingness). The Monad emanates down into lower forms, which make up lesser divine beings and eventually the material world. Kaballah is handy for this, because it gives a system to how this works, which probably has it’s own inaccuracies given the subject matter, but humans like maps, so there.

The ultimate problem in believing in the Abrahamic God is the level of Hugeness that the Abrahamic God encompasses. You are basically dealing with a being that is beyond our comprehension. To call this God a being seems to be limiting it. This is something I have in common with Islam, which is probably one of the most monotheistic religions in the world. They don’t even allow pictorial art because it might lead to idolatry. I’m fine with icons however, and believe that there is a bit of Godstuff in all of us, but I understand the point. If we think to much on an image, we begin to be stuck by it and put to much thought into it. That said, since the God that exists out there is so beyond our comprehension, then it is comfortable to have an intercessor of some kind, a bit of God that is not the Ayin. In Genesis, this is solved by having a God that can get down in the dirt (Genesis 2). In Christianity, we have an even more forward step were God becomes human.

Anyways, these are the thoughts I had on this. More thoughts on God will follow.