You Are Many, They Are Few.

       Sometimes a phrase or paragraph says so much you feel you don't have to read the rest of the article, though I don't recommend that as a general rule. I sometimes go to the site Gods and Radicals, there I can find interesting reading and and at times, words of wisdom.

       Reading an excerpt from Dr. Bones’ new book, Curse Your Boss, Hex The State, Take Back The World. on the Gods and Radical site, the article was headed by this paragraph:

       “So the patient advocates of ‘free states,’ ‘free speech,’ ‘free assemblage,’ what are they but deluded children in the vicinity of forces they do not comprehend? If they want to assemble and speak without let or hindrance, let them increase their own power, their strength of arm until they can speak and meet as they will. But to ask for free speech and free meeting, what is it but an acknowledgement of tutelage, inferiority…There is only one thing the down-trodden with retained dignity can do, and that is to Get Up.

Dora Marsden, The Freewoman, Volume 1 Number 1, June 15th 1913

       It doesn't take much brain power to see the truth in this statement, but how many will act upon its wisdom?
      Dr Bones' book Curse Your Boss--- is available, in print or digital form HERE:
        Staying with Gods and Radicals, another extract form an article, Margaret Killjoy’s Fantastic Aesthetic Anarcho-Fun Heresy, contained another kernel of wisdom. 

          What she saw about an aesthetic built on fantasy and an alternative vision born of the industrial age is what every really good fantasist, but also every good theorist and mystic, sees: the world not only could have been different, it still can be. And not only can it be, but the certain sorts of people who give way too much time thinking about how it still can be different are the ones who have the potential to make it different.

       Again, it is by not believing you can change the world, or giving up on trying to change the world, that we perpetuate the present system of capitalist greed and destruction.
      So let's join hands with the poets, the dreamers, the lovers and the visionaries, and  shape this world to our imagination. Just remember what the poet said, "you are many, they are few".
     Video of Ursula K. Le Guin and Margaret Killjoy - Mythmakers & Lawbreakers: Anarchist Writers On Fiction

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The Magic Of May Day.

          Did you experience it? The magic of May Day, a day that can shape our world, a day when our dreams can take root, a day when we are swayed by that inner feeling of humanity and a burning desire to destroy all that taints and poisons that humanity, a day of love and fire.

      The following is an article from Gods And Radicals, by Rhyd Wildermuth.

        ------ We are not the first to hold aloft the standard of the land and the people against the soldiers of Profit and Oppression, only another front in the struggle enjoined everywhere on the earth. Holding in our hands the threads of anarchist, Marxist, anti-colonialist, druidic, feminist, occult, environmentalist, and esoteric thought, we began a dance around a center constantly plaiting, constantly weaving in fierce celebration of all that makes the world beautiful and all that we refuse to let be taken from us.
      The forests are dying, but we join those who refuse to let them be killed. Water and air are being poisoned, but we hold in our own hands poison which can stop those who have done so. The poor and dispossessed of the world are ground in the works of Empire’s machines, but like the saboteurs of old we know how simple it can be to stop those gears from turning forever.
      We know the power of mead and molotov, the beauty of ancient forest and shattered window, the sacred celebration of spiral dance and protest march. We speak in the quiet whispers of conspiracy and graveyard, swim in the currents of tumultuous ocean and political dissent, read the future in the bones of animals and the pale faces of politicians.
       We know our human and non-human comrades die daily on the bloody altars of finance and war, and we also know we are no comrades to them at all if we do not rise up with sharpened blades and whetted minds against the priest and police who preside over such foul sacrifice.
       It is the first of May. Beltane to some, a day a resistance to others, and both to us.
       May the scent of hawthorne blossom and tear gas be the incense we offer to the earth, the laughter of children around maypoles and the chants against police be the melodies which wake the summer, may the light from burning bonfires and barricades greet the strengthening sun, and may this be the Beltane upon which we look back and smile, remembering what new world we woke with our endless dance. 

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