“If you knew Time as well as I do … you wouldn’t talk about wasting it.” ~ Mad Hatter
One night a few years back I dreamt that God and Satan were playing tennis, and no matter how much they played the score was always love-love. Upon awakening my heart became a little red trickster-god thumping its trickster melody in my chest.
Each thrum was a question that placed the state of the world on “the stand” in an epic cross-examination. Since then it has demanded of me a sweet rebellion, a gentle insurgence, a temperate upheaval.
Like Clive Hamilton said, “When just laws are used to uphold unjust behavior, our obligation to uphold the laws is diminished.”
As it stands, in the wake of so much police injustice in a world becoming more and more of a police state, my obligation to uphold the law is practically non-existent.
So with the authority vested in me by the voices in my head, I give you all permission to create twists and turns within all narratives designed to be straight lines. To the conditioned masses and the herd of well-meaning idiots who believe that written law and authority needs to be followed at all costs, even at the expense of self-evident morality: recondition yourself and amorally rebel.
To all you inert bench sitters and armchair quarterbacks: stop waiting for a revolution and be the revolution. There is no time to vacillate. Time is running out. To all you dynamic paradigm shifters and free law breakers: keep up the good fight and keep disturbing the comfortable and comforting the disturbed.
Like H.L. Mencken ingeniously surmised, “The fact is that the average man’s love of liberty is nine-tenths imaginary, exactly like his love of sense, justice and truth. He is not actually happy when free; he is uncomfortable, a bit alarmed, and intolerably lonely. Liberty is not a thing for the great masses of men. It is the exclusive possession of a small and disreputable minority, like knowledge, courage and honor. It takes a special sort of man to understand and enjoy liberty — and he is usually an outlaw in democratic societies.”
Indeed, seek liberty anyway. In order to really make a difference in this world we must be able to shatter mental paradigms to the point of going a little crazy, and we must be able to stretch comfort zones to the point of snapping. Breaking the law, especially bad laws, is an essential aspect of this process.
If we can do this intelligently and strategically, leading by example, then we can become the walking personification of a Game Changer. We give others the courage to directly catalyze the system, and with enough people involved we can really begin to make a difference.
Like the Director of The Imaginary Foundation said, “We may be stumbling, fumbling, flawed primates, but when we work together, we are primates that can fly.”
So let’s fly. Let’s leave the unsustainable laws made by unhealthy men behind. Let’s embrace a future where we are healthy, sustainable and free. Hope isn’t enough, we need proactive inventiveness. We need counterculture productivity. We need amoral agents who can trick the immoral world back into a moral one.
We need people who have the courage to embrace despair and the capacity to transform it into joy, in spite of joyless laws designed to keep us contained.
Like Peter Kropotkin said, “It is not hope, but despair, which makes successful revolutions.”
So instead of suppression, let’s penetrate deception, turn over rocks, awaken people to concealed truths, and create a deeper awareness about our own despair.
“When people are in despair,” writes Black Elk, “maybe the laughing face is better for them; and when they feel too good and are too sure of being safe, maybe the weeping face is better for them. And so I think that is what the heyoka is for.”
Indeed, this is why my “laughing face” is full-frontal. This is why I mock the powers that be and their petty laws that are only in place to keep them in power and the powerless out of power.
This is why I am a Castaneda Coyote with Don Juan eyes. I am Kung Fu Trickster. I am Freebird Feminist. I have transformed my despair into authentic audacity and lavish insouciance. I have the audacity to inflict anarchy onto plutocracy.
I am insouciant enough not to give two blue shits about makeshift laws designed by unsustainable men. Like Plato said, “For a state in which the law is respected, democracy is the worst form of government, but if the law is not respected, it is the best.” So it is I have no respect for the laws of men. The laws of nature, however, I have nothing but respect for.
So where do we go from here? How do we move forward in a system that is designed to keep us stuck? “We are all looking around as a global society,” writes Alice Santoro, “all coming to the realization that we’ve been duped.
Collectively, we know we must stop going down this road…but how, when we’ve come to rely so heavily on the system that the über opportunists have created? How, when an entire culture is structured around consumption, inefficiency, and waste – and when so many of us rely on the flawed system for our livelihoods – can we suddenly change course?”
One answer is through Art: rebellious art; art that shatters molds; art that leaves all other art behind in a cloud of progressive dust; art that seeks a mercurial space between and beyond irony and sincerity, doctrine and truth, optimism and pessimism, in search of unknown horizons; art that oscillates at a higher frequency and verges on spiritual rebellion.
We are aesthetic creatures living in an anesthetic society. “Aesthetic” is a Greek word meaning “the perception of the senses.” The opposite is “anesthetic” which is a numbing of the senses.
As it stands, we live in a hyperreal anesthetized world. As long as the majority of us are walking around with dulled senses it will continue to be easy for the powers-that-be to pass bad laws and get away with enforcing them.
But if we have the audacity to renew our aesthetics then we become a people with the capacity to perceive reality as it is, beyond the hyperreal, and we are suddenly awake and able to question authority, including the unjust laws that authority enforces.
Like Thomas Jefferson said, “If a law is unjust, a man is not only correct to disobey it, he is obligated to do so.”
As such, we are correct to disobey most of the laws designed by the current dominator system. And so with the authority vested in me by the voices in my head, I give you all permission to add another mask to your arsenal of masks: Sweet Lawbreaker.