Uncage Eden: A Spiritual Philosophy Book about Food, Music, and the Rewilding of Society by DJ Rankin - HTML preview

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I’ve only touched money four times in the last year...

 

 

...and I’ve had the greatest adventure. I’ve broken free of the indoctrinated confines of capitalism. The systematic slavery machine that has held an entire species hostage and put Stockholm himself to shame. Contained us in a global dream of freedom, and terrified us from even attempting to wake up to the realization that we are anything but. We are in captivity.

We could come together and empower the Earth to become the greatest planet in the whole wide world, but instead, we trickle down the pollution of oppression and settle into the complacency of settling. The settlers are the most entangled in the constraints of the prison camp of america, but their plausible deniability allows them to turn a blind eye to their own cage, as they trade the freedom of the entirety of life on Earth, for the progression of convenience for the few.

We captured the kingdom of animals, and now their entire existence is dedicated to the servitude of man. But they can see the fence. They can see through the cage. They understand freedom, because there is no escaping the constant reminders of the enslavement that ensures they will never know just how green the other grass is. And of course, fences go both ways, as we force the plant nation to yield and produce, while taking drastic measures to enforce a complete lockdown of their life cycle. No visitation allowed. The family you’ve known your whole life, the symbiotic relationships you’ve evolved over millions of years, those that you understand have just as much right to the Earth and the Sun and the water and the pure unadulterated essence of life, and you get to watch them starve to death through the electric picket line. These perimeters of primate property have eradicated complex migratory ecosystems, and only to cage the forward momentum of our own captivation. Fences are destroying the garden, and the self-proclaimed intelligent species seems to be the only one that can’t quite wrap their swollen skull around the importance of sharing, so we just wrap another fence around it instead.

We don’t discriminate though, we’re just as quick to captivate our own evolution, through the prophetized destruction of civilization. Just tricking, there’s actually quite a lot of discrimination involved in the crimination of america. The factory farms composing our country's for-profit prison system, extend far beyond the walls and razor wire that are currently closing in on an overpopulation of indentured servants. Those trapped inside this cage, under the guise of rehabilitation, know first hand that the system is designed for the polar opposite. The profiteers at the top of the pyramid, those who make it their business to cut the corners off of human rights, they understand that a repeat customer base is essential to the bottom line. Not to suggest that they’re not actively seeking new clientele, a simple map comparing the vicinities of prisons and orphanages will start to unravel just how streamlined they’ve designed their recruitment operation. The legal system rigged to keep down the populations that pose the greatest threat of rising up, is of course easily bypassable by those of minimal color and maximum capital, all others report for duty.

But what’s the alternative? If we’re going to continue to increase the privilege of the chosen few, well obviously there has to be an equal and opposite oppression of the masses. We can’t sustain a world built on the convenience of disposable discount bins, without doing so on the backs and broken bodies of the inferior members of our own race. Those born into a broken system with a fast track to the big house. Or those born into a country that soon thereafter employs their tiny agile (and fragile) fingers, as they sweat so that you may shop from the comfort of your air conditioned home. So that you don’t have to look away from your phone for a single second, no chance that you’ll ever have to face the facts about just how much slave labor goes into each and every pixel of your latest vacation snapchat.

But there's no need to jump a border wall to catch a glimpse of a suppressed nation. To understand the cages our civilization must use in order to perpetuate our alleged freedom, one must only spend time on the reservation to begin to fully grasp the depths of living under the rule of tyrannical military force. Prisoners of war, POW camps, that’s not even native propaganda, it’s our country’s official stance on the mistreatment of a forgotten population. Water polluted with uranium, substandard food polluting their bodies, tribal government polluted with corruption, white supremacy polluting their neighborhood, suicide polluting a new generation, meth polluting their communities, and alcohol polluting their spirits.

They’re under no illusion of freedom however. The only freedom they experience is that of truth, of the knowledge of their cage, of being able to see through the delusion of freedom, the one that the rest of us will cling to even as it crumbles at the slightest touch. It’s not that we don’t have polluted water and food and government and racism and suicide, it’s just that we take the easy way out and prefer to ignore that there’s anything to be done, it’s simply the price to pay for expanded close-mindedness. And lucky for us, the drug and alcohol problems plaguing our great nation, have the convenient side-effect of making us forget that there was ever a problem in the first place.

The way we push alcohol onto the vulnerable reservation community is overtly despicable, but this net of liquid dependency has ensnared our entire culture in a web of complacency, which has allowed things to become as completely broken as they undeniably are. We didn’t even notice. We could have done something before it was too late. But we pretended there wasn’t a problem, as we continued to be the problem, and now we’re confused about why there’s so many problems. Whew, kinda need a drink after all that.

It’s surprisingly easy to see why we’d want to be kept in the dark about everything that goes into keeping the lights on. About the cages of capitalism designed to keep us perpetually indebted to the captors who write the rules of wealth. A completely unintuitive system that no prisoner dare question, else they would be forced to rationalize the irrationality of requiring this made up monetary compensation for the fundamental basics of sustaining life. Sentenced to a lifetime of unfulfilling labor, often detrimental to our planetary existence, and all in the name of providing food, water, heat, health, and shelter. A never ending cycle of delinquent lease payments and late fees, mortgage insurance and rising interest rates, a bottomless pit of debt with incalculable odds of ever escaping. The architecture of the funnel is perfectly mirrored in the bored game of property rights and rental agreements, where a single player is left with everything, as the rest are bankrupt and in jail.

But how do the working class citizens of our country stand a chance, when the country itself is caught up in the exact same situation? An economic prison based on borrowing fractional money from a privately operated central bank, at interest of course, and now we’re on the hook to pay back more money than is physically in existence. If every dollar is issued by the federal reserve, with interest pre-attached, then the only way to ever be able to pay off our debt, is by taking out additional loans through that same federal reserve. The most successful Ponzi scheme in history, and we buy right into it without a second thought.

We don’t think about much these days though, at least if you don’t count football stats, reality tv spin-offs, and diversified portfolios. Imagine everyone whose career is centered around the cataloging of money, now imagine we wake up tomorrow in a world devoid of the stuff. Left without the timesuck of a pointless profession, or the economic sanctions of quantity over quality, the imagination of the paper pusher will be free to find more fulfilling work, which inherently betters the world around them. And that betters themselves. That nudges them along the path of self-discovery. No longer forced to deny their inner voice, they will be free to pull back the curtain on this charade of destruction. Without the indoctrinated cheer of a broken system, they will be able to journey deep within and find humility, patience, and understanding, all while unlocking the cage that has imprisoned their hearts. Their spirit.

We have been existing in a fear and scarcity based society for thousands of years, with each passing generation becoming progressively disengaged from our spiritual connection with the Earth and the universe. We traded love for fear, and our entire species fell asleep. Through a plethora of manmade fallacies, we became disconnected from our global communication system, the song of the planet. Our home. Our mother. We fell out of harmony as we fell out of love, until we forgot that we were even a part of nature to begin with, and instead, became fearful of the wild.

But naptime is over. We are no longer caught up in an extended sleep cycle. We have officially entered a period of awakening. We are breaking free of the spiritual confinements that have allowed the evils of the world to run the show for so long. This is happening at an accelerated rate all around us, but it will be a process, a planetary shift of consciousness doesn’t happen overnight. The path to communal unity starts with each of us individually, as we take a genuine look inside, and without ego, begin to tear down the walls we’ve built around our hearts. Around our spiritual centers. Our connections to our higher selves. Our memories of unconditional love, and the knowledge that it truly can conquer all. Especially fear.

So, yeah, we caged our own spiritual connection. Which directly led to us caging our planetary ecosystem. Which led to the cages of capitalism. Which profits from the cages of oppression. From which the only mass-marketed escape hatch is the cage of alcoholism. Which of course only created a further disconnect between us and our spiritual selves. Downward spiral.

This drill of devastation has been digging us into a hole for a very long time, but don’t let that discourage you from seeing outside of the machine. It may have taken millennia to concoct such a contrived system of absurdity, the endless energy required to keep up the illusion of a functional disfunction, but that is precisely why it will crumble at the earliest onset of a global awakening. The cage is not inescapable, it is but a cocoon that has made possible the evolution of life, love, and an expanded awareness of the destiny of humankind. We will emerge completely transformed, as we shed the layers of confinement that have kept us docile for so long.

 

This is for real. The movement is alive. The planet is awake.

It is time to uncage Eden.