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is a narrative about narratives of historical meaning, experience or knowledge, which offers a society legitimation through the anticipated completion of a (as yet unrealized) master idea. (wikapedia)

As I study post-modern philosophy I am struck by the parallels between the (old) (faith-based) narratives such as “Christianity” and the current metanarrative of the “Enlightenment”. I suppose these parallels work like blanks which need to be filled in, and thus they reveal the underlying psyche of human thought:

We need an origin story: Christian = Genesis,
Enlightenment = Evolution/Big Bang

We need an end times/apocalypse: Christian = Revelations,
Enlightenment = Ecological collapse

We need authority: Christian = priests, kings, god
Enlightenment = scientists, rational thinking

We need a mission: Christian = repentance, purity, servitude
Enlightenment = freedom, discovery

We need to be winning: Christian = converting non-Christians
Enlightenment = eradicating non-rational thought

We need an other: Christian = demons, devils, ghosts
Enlightenment = extra-terrestrials

And now my reader may be outraged at the length my broad-stroke thought experiment has been stretched to. How does the enlightenment produce aliens? One could argue that the image of the alien or E.T. was only possible and manifested when the world conscious hit a critical mass of rational thought and technological advances made them ‘imaginable’. Basically it goes “we need ghosts” – “we don’t believe in ghosts anymore” – “obviously technological advancement is our endgame human potential so clearly there exist beings that have reached it before us”.

As a side-note, I had a long conversation one night with a friend in Taipei who was very much a ‘citizen’ of the ‘enlightenment’. By this I mean he held to the narrative that rational thought and freedom is the potential of human beings and that it will ‘solve our problems’, basically I could tell he ‘thought science was cool’. I proposed my idea that science is simply the new religion of the masses and he was outraged. He insisted I could not compare the two because one is based on facts and rationality and the other is based on faith and lies. We had a very constructive and heated debate over beers in a park into the wee hours of the night.

I don’t recall my exact counter argument, though I do recall making him aware of his emotions, how ‘into defending science’ he was and how it sounded similar to a believer defending their religion. He was even proud that his home country of England had a statistic of more than fifty percent of people being non-religious. Which only made it sound more like his side was winning a new crusade.

Also on the topic of ‘not being allowed to compare the two’ because ‘one is based on fact and the other on faith’. I find that to be a moot point. ‘Facts’ are only a legitimate currency within the metanarrative of rational thought. Just because one side doesn’t need to use that currency, does not make it impossible to compare. I can still image the Punisher fighting Dr.Strange even though one of them uses guns and the other uses magic. I constantly find ‘science-lovers’ trying to bring the scientific method into discussions about human politics, but testable objective truths have less of a place in these discussions. Our weapons here should be personal experience and imagination (with a limited amount of rational thought, I will admit, obviously).

As the reader can probably tell by now, I try not to believe in the metanarrative of the enlightenment. I find the mechanical ‘Newtonian’ view of the universe extremely boring. I find peoples ‘faith’ in science and rational thought to be dangerous and depressing. These are heretical things to say and feel. Often in groups of new (actually even among my old friends) and at work I feel like I have to ‘stay in the closet’ with my personal view of the universe. Also, since I am a ‘sensitive’ and ‘intuitive’ human, I actually find it a struggle not to fall into their narrative of ‘science is cool’ when society (advertising, media, the water-cooler) is doing it’s best to shove it down my throat.

So you may be wondering what my personal metanarrative is, am I Christian or some New Age hippie? Not quite. I do appreciate the mythos of Christianity and all faith-based traditions (and the messiah narrative resonates with me since I exist within (scientists would say ‘suffer from’) a messiah-complex). But I try to see the world as a creative process. Personally I believe I am a god, or have an energy that could be called Christ-consciousness, atman, creativity, whatever, and that I created this world (and continue to create it) in order to experience it. I am not completely soliptic, if you asked me what I thought of other people and animals I would say that they are gods too, and I realize that this muddles the term.

So to return to the start, does my metanarrative reveal the above ‘psyche’ of the human condition? Of course. My origin story is all the experiences that have crafted my current existence. My apocalypse is my death, which I imagine at times and try to keep in my consciousness as a sort of final celebration or breaking forward into another reality. Do I have an authority? (muses? other artists or creators) An other? (well I do have a strange relationship with ghosts and aliens so I don’t quite know what that means, perhaps a bleed over from the other metanarratives surrounding me).

And now I come to the end of this post and I have no idea what the point of it was. It is a far stray from my usual poetry and madness posts. Perhaps I should start a separate philosophy blog? (oh god, not another blog page) Perhaps it is best to end with a Baudrillard quote:

“We no longer seek glory, but identity.”


All Love For the Motherland

Posted: January 20, 2014 in politics, romance, sex
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I woke up this morning feeling political-
A little window to the world intra-mystical-
Sometimes you buy something just to throw it out-
Sometimes you find something or you just grow it out-
On it’s own, or it wasn’t meant to be owned-
What are you a pharaoh?-
You expect the moon to be showered clean in a Camaro?-
And she’ll let you finger her at the red lights?-
I know you’ve seen some sights-
But your not the only prince in the tuxedo-
There are others that remind her of Jared Leto-
And she reminds you of your mother when she was younger-
Still you tongue her-
Tell her friends to go away-
Listen to pop music get drunk all day-
Just like last weekend-
Did we even pass a new year? No meaning-
They don’t even got a name for our decades no more-
It’s a shame we’re headed for-
A yacht with a sarlacc pit for a floor-
I really wish Jesus would come back-
Then Putin would not have done that-
Things being done to sex in a new age of repression-
Aren’t we intellectuals-
Have full agendas I guess-
It’s high time I digress-
Russia and the PR battle-
Saddle up gay cowboys worldwide-
We need some terms divide-
Hide the Turpentine-
Hide the hair products-
Where’s Waldo in all this logic?-
Of rainbow suspenders and news anchors censors-
Have to use Youtube to tell the truth-
Everything I see is juice-
RT you can’t hardly hide behind been seen as smart-
As if CNN isn’t just as bad a part-
Of this whole world news sex gloss over-
Talking sharp with padded shoulders-
Teleprompter like a mother whispering lullabies-
Why is the world full of these sellers of lies-
As if truth was a boat full of Jews we got no more room for-
Or a floor pounding boots Nazis shining shoes to the score-
They like their symphony music-
That’s good public sympathy let’s use it-
Love for the gay brothers that have to hide it in the streets-
Bring it out in the twenty teens-
I wanna see people kiss who ever they wish-
I don’t want people scared of being on a list-
People should not fear to exist-
All our lips should be open-
Here’s hoping we can-
Spread love for the motherland!

A. C. P. M. F.

Posted: November 14, 2013 in apocalyptic, heroes, politics, spiritual

I shouldn’t be writing this
I shouldn’t be saying this-
But lately I feel my internet
connection is dangerous-

Looking at the state of things
feel like it’s led to doom-
So I start to blog
the revolution from my bedroom-

A spiritual journey
in contact with aliens-
Sometimes it feels
like a seance inside my cranium-

Ripping through reality
like a tear soaked tissue-
A world where a messiah complex
is a mental health issue-

So I ask what kind
of world is this to live in?
Don’t think it can’t change
every change has a beginning-

Cause I’m seeing the matrix
the fabric of zeroes-
Dreaming my friends are
the next centuries superheroes-

In the post-economy
the post-democracy-
We will choose our leaders
by winning the lottery-

You might say I’m drug addled
you may claim my brain is sick-
Just because I entertain
a program of eugenics-

Sterilize the water
re-educate the next-gen-
Don’t give them pessimism
but a reflection-

Don’t shoot down the efforts
of a group of dedicated minds-
Even if we don’t reap the benefits
in our own lives-

Because change is inevitable
change is occurring-
While the pop stars and media
moguls keep discouraging-

The pain and suffering will
reach a critical mass-
Then the new children
will shake off the shackles of the past-

So join up in arms
holding hands instead of weapons-
As reincarnated spirit gods
with a thousand love lessons-

We can stop the bullying
and we can stop the bullets-
All it takes is a passion
and learning to control it-

Don’t tell me the human body
is limited by science-
That’s just a hegemonic ideology
to keep usĀ  compliant-

Cause when the people start to wake up
and listen to the skies-
The old structures will crumble
right before our eyes-



I feel their presence right before I go to bed-
The hum of their scanners as they probe my head-
Tending to the seeds, long ago planted-
Into the womb of my mother, by a doctor only disguised as-

Really they wear masks of all types-
One even posed as a friend of mine-
Trying to activate an implant in the back of my eye-
But I caught the spy, in the web of his own lies-

I chased him all the way to his space vessel-
Hidden deep under a neighbors’ septic well-
He fired the engines, took off, turned invisible-
And none of the local authorities believed any of this top be plausible-

But it’s true, the new life forms are invading us-
I’ve witnessed seemingly witless old ladies whispering secrets-
Into what you would claim to be run of the mill parking meters-
But they are really doomsday devices with hidden levers-

“I won’t trust a single human!
“I don’t accept one word as the truth!
They are in cahoots! with the priest and gurus!
I say watch your leaders, people, watch your leaders…”

My cortex holds microscopic nodes-
Through microwaves it sends them scrambled codes-
And if you go down any unknown back roads-
You’ll find landing zones for the mother loads-

I intercepted a call to number two from number one-
A status update that the next phase had begun-
They’ve nearly taken over every single telecom-
Soon we will rule this world run system terror drone-

“I say watch your leaders, people, watch your leaders…”

The mother-ship is hovering-
Slowly we’re discovering-
Pods and doubles stuttering-
Soulless round black eyes of the nothing-

They want our planet for their own-
Terraformed into a suitable home-
For these aliens all alone-
Walking among us, mostly unknown-

That’s why I say watch your leaders, people, watch your leaders…

Craig Bednar Ink.

Posted: October 14, 2013 in economic, politics, self-aggrandisement

I think people need to start fighting for their rights as
because people are
corporations too
We deserve are the rights, privileges and freedoms
that are afforded to our more affluent cousins

I have shareholders who also have a stake
in my continued survival
I demand protection
against the forces that diminish my
operating efficiency
My mind is private property
I will begin to persecute its perpetrators

My attention is an asset
and I demand compensation for its theft
I want my value insured-
insurance against
corruption, manipulation and false creation
of my values
by foreign agents
I demand the freedom to shape my own values

Where is the assurance of increased return
of my happiness
in this day and age?
no law protecting my right to
spiritual development…
We have a mandatory system
perpetuating a faith in money
the economy
protection of government
and their uniformed officers of the peace
and what of the PEACE sought by my corporation?


Posted: September 8, 2013 in politics

Super United States of American Nephilim.

She is not a robot

She is not a beast

She is not a system

She is not a map

She is all these things

And most of all she is people.

And People are Corporations too.

S.U.S.A.N. has forgotten many things.

But she has been known to remember great abilities.

She is freedom

She has the potential for slavery

But only if you look the other way

If you look her in the eyes

She is a confused and lost child.

Why does S.U.S.A.N. have stars?

Because that’s where her dreams are lost.

Why does she have stripes?

She is hiding from invisible enemies

That don’t exist anymore.

Why is S.U.S.A.N proud?

Because her ego is fed by luck.