AMARU PUMAC KUNTUR & ME // Rainbow Snake Tour, March 2018.

 

The dreams of man structure the Divine’s plan.

Our dreams are the harbingers of evolution, of ascension.

Never giving up on our dreams is vitally important to this most epic chapter of human history.

So many of us have come here this time with dreams in technicolour. Our visions are bigger than just our own happiness or satisfaction. We dream and we do for the collective, for the planet.

I am on the plane returning from Peru, my mountain home, feeling always this mix of sadness to have left a place I never want to leave, listening to Amaru Pumac Kuntur, visualising the performances we will give on the RAINBOW SNAKE TOUR through Australia and Bali and Singapore in a couple of months time.

I am listening to the songs but more, I am feeling them. Many times I have cried, so deeply do I feel this music, this message. It comes from the deepest part of me. 

I feel so amazed and blessed, stoked really, to consider that I am actually living my dreams with this.

I am thinking back to when I was 19 years old. I was living and working in London. I had a contract with Virgin Records at that time, singing with the legendary Future Sound Of London. I was writing spirit songs that nobody wanted to hear. I was appealing with my spirit to music industry men who were only interested in money and what was fashionable. Love, at that time, definitely wasn’t. I found it soul destroying, but deep down I knew the time would come. Spirit showed me in vision then that I must wait until I was mid 30s to walk my music path. 

I could see a band. 

Correction: I could feel it. 

When the time came I was 36 and Spirit nudged me. ‘It’s time,’ she said. So I began creating my first album, MAMA’S HOME, an accomplishment that I am super proud of. I love every song on that album with all of my heart. I put fucking everything into that album and you can feel it. 

When MAMA’S HOME was released, peers asked me whether I was going to get a band together and tour it, feeling it was the most natural next move. Although I had some of the best musicians around pledging their support to be in that band, it just didn’t feel right. 

I knew that my band, when it would come along, would make people dance. That was most what I wanted, people dancing in celebration. The material on MAMA’S HOME just wasn’t that kind of thing. And I couldn’t sense that the musicians were around me either.

No. As much as I would like to rock a band, it’s just not for now, I said.

That was 2016.

In 2017, my pal Chakira Miranda, lead singer of Amaru Pumac Kuntur, sought me out pretty much as soon as I landed in Cusco that year. A fellow Arian of full fire power, he came to my home and, volcano-like, shared his excitement and findings from a recent trip to his teachers in the Brazilian Amazon. He pretty much talked at me like a runaway freight train for a couple of hours, about the prophecies of the xxxxxx and xxxx coming together, ceremonies that he found himself a part of. It had changed him. I could see and feel it. He said, “We must work together. It’s time.” He proposed we record, but as soon as he did, I saw the whole thing in vision. It wasn’t just recording, we were going to tour the world.

And like that, I joined my favourite band, that band that makes people dance in celebration. The band that sings the songs of my heart and my spirit path. The band that was made for me. 

AMARU PUMAC KUNTUR.

Serpent Puma Condor in the ancient Quechua language of the Andes.

Ever since I landed in Peru in 2012, my role as Rainbow Bridger became very clear. 

The following year, Luis Quispe Calcina, pampamesayok shaman of the Q’ero nation, Wisdomkeepers of the Andes, dreamt of me bringing groups to the Andes and invited me to do so. I have been bridging people to the Andes for years now and this work has gotten stronger and stronger as my connections to the true wisdom keepers of that area solidify. 

But now I am going to begin bridging the Andes to the rest of the world through the music, for I am takiykuna, music brethren. I am a music medicine woman. 

I want to give huge gratitude to my brother Chakira for all that he has put into this band for 15 years. Ever since I met the band in 2012 on my first trip to Peru, I have seen him give nothing but his absolute ALL in every concert I have attended. (And as their biggest m’fn groupie and as they are a band that play non-stop in Cusco, that’s a tonne of concerts!) Every time they play he is ON FIRE. You wait and see. 

 

Gracias Chakira, por verme, por tenir confianza en mi, en mi camino, mi espíritu y mi voz. Munay kuyki, toray.

The prophecy of the Andes is that the Inka is returning. Amaru Pumac Kuntur sing about that.

Inka is enlightened man, man that lives in harmony with his surroundings, with a greater focus on the spiritual and metaphysical aspect of our existence. We all have Inka inside of us. 

The Rainbow Flag of Tawantinsuyo, the flag of modern day Qosqo or Cusco, is the symbol of all nations, all peoples, as one. From all 4 directions, in all 3 worlds, we come together, regardless of the colour of your skin or where you were born. We sing about that too.

The master plant spirits that are currently sweeping the world with their healing and knowledge, opening us up to much greater understandings of ourselves and of the Universal Love, originating in Peru. We sing about them.

The medicine of the totems Serpent, Puma and Condor. We sing about those also.

Through the vibration of the music and the instruments and voices, the energy of the mountain spirits can be felt. The masters and guides and teachers that we have in the mountains and actively present in the music and are pouring through the songs, for you to receive. This is ceremony, not just music.

Be wise and take all this goodness for yourself!

I want to share how incredibly fulfilled I am that this is happening. And just how important it is to stay true to your dreams and never, ever give up on them. It’s like winning the lottery for me. Joining my favourite band and guiding it as a mama into new territories, for the message of the mountains to be shared globally through song. I still can’t believe I got this gig yet on the other hand, there is no other way it was meant to be. 

Dreams are songs and they exist inside you. They are already written. If you keep listening to the song inside you and you never let it fade, it will be sung to the world. Whether it’s a painting, a restaurant, a family or a trip you are dreaming up. Keep humming it’s vibration in your heart. Never ever give up on it, no matter what the world shows you or tells you. Keep humming your vision and believe. 

Know that it is the language of God, in fact, and so must come to fruition.

But only will if you are ripe inside. Ripe with trust, willingness, love and right action.

So with all that said, please be invited to the most exciting creation I’ve whipped out of my ass yet!

The RAINBOW SNAKE TOUR of Amaru Pumac Kuntur, through Aus, Bali and Singapore this March and April! Tickets are on sale now and shows WILL sell out, y’all!

TICKETS ON SALE NOW: www.amarupumackuntur.com

Bring someone along that is not likely to find out about these concerts. Blow someone’s mind. 

Come ready to open up entirely and experience something you’ve never felt before. 

Come ready to dance and shout and clap, and even perhaps to cry.

But definitely come ready to sweat.

QALLALLAY PACHAMAMA!!

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CHAKIRA MIRANDA & FIRE MANE talk about the upcoming RAINBOW SNAKE TOUR of Australia, Bali & Singapore.

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MARCH ON in love, now.

My latest clip is out today! March On! In love, now!

Click on the picture below to check it out and please do share it around. It’s a beautiful song with a powerful message, something I know a lot of people would enjoy hearing right now.

Have you got my album yet? You can get it on iTunes at: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/fire-mane/id1157652951

Or perhaps you’d love a hard copy sent to your home? We can do that too, here: www.firemane.bandcamp.com/album/mamas-home/

Enjoy, my dear family….

xxx

Fire Mane

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MARCH ON

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WILL YOU LOVE TRUMP?

Will you step up and join the band of LOVE now and love TRUMP? Are you aware of how he is really going deep down inside? Are we aware that we are one family? People like Donald Trump are hurting so much inside and that is why they behave so terribly.

Are we going to focus on the behaviour or the cause of the behaviour and shift that? Shift the energetics with our Love?

March On, my people.

In LOVE now.

xxx

Fire Mane

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Shadow-walking

Depression hits.

In fact, in this case, its insipid tendrils wound their way around my soul for many moons before I realised I was in darkness, slowly sucking light away, robbing me of life-force, making me face and see the shadows that exist around the other side of the Sun. And see only those. All I see is darkness.

I am shadow-walking.

05e4e56e1c68a3b8f0dcf5671d622e8dI am pouring out tears. Tears that I cannot rightfully explain…. for I think I have greater strength than this? I know in my Spirit that I am loved and that my love is felt. I know this from some higher place. But I don’t feel it to be true at this moment. And feeling is all. I have guided others through shadow enough, I have made peace with shadow enough that I know the safest, quickest and truest way forward is feeling all of this to the depths. Without indulgence and unnecessary suffering, but by feeling it truly, without denial. Without suppression. Without distraction.

Some experiences are spiritual, some experiences are mental and others are physical, but all of them are emotional. This is our language as humans. I know the power that I am and the purpose that I walk here on Earth. But more than that, I know the importance of Honesty, of being real with where we are at, of letting things drop where they drop. And yes, they have dropped, and I am on my knees.

I weep for loneliness. I weep for the human race. I weep for what feels like a desperate scratch through a dry, desert landscape for integrity. Where has it all gone? Granted, this is a powerful time on our planet where the forces of light and dark are really at near-equal strengths. I am sure that I am going along with a collective tidal wave here. I am not alone. I am aware of that, at least. But I am an individual, also.

But when someone calls on the telephone, I cry.

When someone asks me how I am, my silent answer is ‘you won’t understand’, as I truly don’t feel they would.
When a friend tells me we must, like moths, seek out the light in any way possible, I silently answer that I don’t want to. I can’t see it. I don’t relate.

I am aware that there is a disconnect between me and the outer world with which I normally communicate with and feel so well.

But I embrace this. When we have been hurt or disappointed by those we love, we can all too easily jump over into ‘forgiving’ and into ‘compassion’ without really allowing ourselves the reverence and the respect to stand in a space where we commit to boundaries and to tough love. I see this on a planetary scale with the atrocities occurring to indigenous, to environment, to our rights. We so easily jump over the ‘NO’ period into ‘ITS ALL DIVINE’, mostly out of a discomfort for having things out of alignment. So we opt for pseudo-alignment.

Not me.

I have taken on too much. Too much of people’s stuff. Too much of their stories and made it all ‘OK’. Too many betrayals. Too many deceptions. Too many shoulder shrugs and too much dusting myself off and getting on. And now it’s hit me hard. Burnt out with relating. Burnt out with people.

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When I complete feeling this shadow to its depths, the darkness and loss of hope in humanity, I know I will rise like a Phoenix, my love for people and planet much stronger than ever. I know it and I trust.

If there is anyone out there feeling like I do, I’m here. I’m not able to be with you but I want you to know that I am over here, doing the same work. Honour your shadow-walk and do it with power. Embrace it. We are not victims, we have created this to learn more. To love more. To put in greater boundaries and honour ourselves and honour true love.

Sometimes talk of goodness and love and our essence really doesn’t resonate and only makes those in darkness feel more alone, like it does with me currently.

I’m revolted by those that cannot read this. I’m revolted by those that cannot accept shadow-walking and want to fix it, to suppress it, to make me wrong for this. The pseudo ‘awakened’ healers, the robotic masses frightened of feeling on any level. A middle finger to you lot. In fact, have TWO.

If I could count the people I’ve held these last years as they’ve traversed through their valleys…. and I’m glad I’ve done this work. Now it’s time to hold myself through, as I don’t believe anyone else can.

And it’s lonely. These inner worlds.

These deaths of Self. These bat wings that beat at my heart.
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Never to be the same: post-Pilliga.

I’d felt icky in my own skin, those previous months before going to the Pilliga Forest. Hypocritical. Selfish. Like I was definitely not doing enough to help. I’d been feeling like one of those folk that is aware of the disasters occurring around them, moved by them greatly, but not quite moved enough to leave my cosy corner, not enough to actually put ‘Life’ on hold and act with my time and body.

A few weeks ago, I had the beginnings of a very big inner change occur. Albeit clunky and awkward, I was clearly riding new waves of change, experiencing a new kind of growing pain altogether. Put very simply, my journey of discovery and true heart connection to the cosmology and culture of the first peoples of Australia had finally begun, and it felt rough. That day I began connecting to many indigenous spirits of this land that were asking to use my voice for expression, and the magnitude of what I was and am being asked to feel and transmute is new territory. Not one for taking the plain route, I think Great Spirit chucked me in at the deep end, and although super subtle, the things that were occurring and that I was feeling have started to shatter my current life, sense of self, and future dreaming. Never a bloody dull moment, eh?

Suddenly I find myself off to Biliga, Gamileroi country, racing there in my heart, couldn’t get there quick enough. A calling beyond callings by that rough, dry country with the warrior spirit and a whole lot of pain. Come fast, Fire Mane. We need your help.

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What we perceive of and experience in the physical is only the tip of the iceberg compared to what’s really going on on the metaphysical plane. I found myself racing to the Pilliga forest to stand up against SANTOS and their uber-destructive and loathsome coal seam gas explorations. My blood boils at any corporation that is willing to poison Australia’s greatest aquifer, destroy our native animals, turn rivers into boiling, farting gas swamps, sicken children and kill forests. I was ready to put my body, time and energy up for the message of NO, right at the front line. But behind the scenes, my spirit and heart were going on a different journey, one that is only really starting to clear to consciousness now that I’m back, typing this to share it with you.

It was as if five different conversations were going on at once during my week at the Pilliga Push protest camp. Five different fields of healing, five different songlines needing to harmonise, five different dimensions working through each other, all with totally different characters and plotlines. When things got really hot with a very passionate debate with local Aunties, my pal Slim Wolf turned to me and said, “And now the supernatural thriller really kicks in.” The richness of the upset for indigenous people regarding the desecration of the land that they have always connected to as a mother, as their everything, is enough to fill ten billions hearts. It was all I could do to stay true to my own knowing, not to fall to pieces in their desperate plea.

 

And protest camps are alive with passion. They are a mash-up of all sorts of humans, each with a common cause: to protect Mother Nature from ruthless harm. But that doesn’t mean they are aligned in harmony, and the themes of misunderstanding, suppressed emotion and trauma, sense of belonging or not belonging, difficulty with authority or with self-responsibility, these were all a part of my experience, just as much as the fight against SANTOS. As above, so below. The macrocosm reflects the microcosm. Where inside of us are we not owning our own trashing of the Mother, our own oppression of the feminine, the feeling, the nurturer?

I walked into that camp a total newbie in some ways. I worked at Greenpeace in the London press office for some time back when I was 22 and 23 so I remember how actions happen. I am fully aware of the skill and passion and balls it takes for people to stand up to the ‘law’ and commit ‘crimes’ in order to point to the bigger issues of the corporate crimes against Mother Nature.  I came to Pilliga with a skill set that was probably not highest on the list of protest advantages. I can’t abseil. My forté is healing and singing and speaking and championing. And I feel that those skills were definitely needed, way beyond the perception of what they may add to this group of incredible, dedicated, selfless, tireless visionaries. Slim and I did intense work on the emotional plane and on the spirit plane at the camp, knitting bridges of understanding, of masculine and feminine, of compassion and of severity, from the moment we arrived until the moment we left. Yes, I locked myself on to the gate of SANTOS and stopped their machines for a short while. Yes, I banged my drum and stood as solid as I could outside those gates of the destroyers. But I know my magic was weaved in ways unseen.

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Connecting with the spirit of Gamileroi country was probably the most potent thing I could have done with that time. As an energy worker and a seeker of truth in culture and community, simply the connection to that land has activated me beyond any of the action in body. I feel that country now. I feel it’s strength and it’s vulnerability. I was blessed to have the experience of meeting a few Gamileroi people and through their passion and their eyes and voices, I could feel their plight. Their plight which has become my plight. Uncle Paul Spearim told me out there that the Gamileroi tribe had the only drummers of the entire nation, and they would play drums made of possum skin in leading their men into battle. I instantly resonated. For I am a defender of what’s sacred. And I will beat my drum and raise my voice, not caring who thinks what, not interested in the philosophical or ‘spiritual’ debates that whir on while our rivers are dying and our children are bleeding.

I was touched, deeply, by the young men I met out there. Young men, dedicated to protecting Mother Earth. Young fathers, musicians, lifestyle protestors, moving from one camp to another, lending their bodies and physical energy to BE the front line. To be the blockade. It showed up the utter ignorance of so many of us that waft between ego experience to ego experience, rarely putting our focus on the community around us and it’s betterment, almost never thinking of the future generations and their inheritance. These men have won my admiration, up each morning at 4am, ready to jump those fences, to risk arrest, to risk attack. Selfless. I felt a resonance with the life out there that I am hard-put to connect with here in Byron Shire. I miss those people, achingly. Salt of the Earth and dedicated to her. I feel the sadness in my heart for having left, and I count the few sleeps until I return to Biliga, attending to only what is vital before going back.

 

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And what do I feel now?

I feel that we are all needed. We must all pull our heads out of the distractions that the systems have set up for us (even the ‘spiritual area’ systems) and we must take a good look around at what is happening to our environment. Thinking that ‘someone else’ is taking care of it is NOT enough. Palming the duty of care for our resources, our precious water, our sacred forests, our indigenous tribespeople and their wisdoms, on someone else is NOT acceptable anymore. YOU are responsible for the Great Artesian Basin. YOU are responsible for protecting the waters that are our birthright. YOU are responsible for making sure that the psychopaths that are running our world GO NO FURTHER. Stop leaving it to someone else! Stop leaving it to clicking ‘Share’ on Facebook. It’s NOT enough.

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Have we become so disconnected to Nature that we cannot understand that we are ALL responsible for the Great Artesian Basin? Are we so irresponsible? Has the government not only taken away our power of free-thinking but also our sense of responsibility for our surroundings? Do we even KNOW what land, whose land, which tribal spirit imbues the country under our feet? TIME TO RECONNECT.

We are ALL needed to change the game here. All we need to do is TURN UP. If 4,000 people turned up at the Pilliga, that would make enough media attention for SANTOS to pull out. All we need is PEOPLE POWER. TURN UP to the protests in your city. SHOW UP to say NO. We don’t need to touch the positive as us humans ARE naturally positive. The beauty of what we are and how we create in community and connection to Nature should not be questioned. It’s the areas of destruction that we need to STOP.

  1. Find out where your closest Coal Seam Gas mining abomination is happening and get out there and protest. There, or in your city. Banners, voices, actions!
  2. Call your Premier or Environment Minister and COMPLAIN and DEMAND excuses for their utter betrayal of our natural heritage.
  3. STOP thinking someone else will do it.
  4. Write articles, make interviews, send emails.
  5. Remember that not ONE of us is outside this duty of care of our resources. Leaving it to the government or environmental groups is not OK. Your environment is your environment.

I felt a rabid sense of defence when I sat on Gamileroi land. I know that the borders that the settlers put in place here in Australia are ridiculous considering the rich and diverse tribal system that was here before they landed. But what went through my head was, “I was born in this state. This is MY state. This is my land, this is my responsibility. I was born here. This land has supported my whole life and my whole family. I cannot remain disconnected from this truth and its inherent call to responsibility any longer.”

I do hope to inspire you also.

With love, from this fiercely loving, mother’s heart.

Fire Mane

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“Fah-haha-haha-aha-hah-ccKKK SANTOSSSS!!”

 

 

 

 

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Wondrous MEN.

Every experience of relating with man has brought me incredible richness. Joy, ecstasy, pain. Contentment, great learning, experience invaluable and wisdom. It would seem that herein is my training ground, like so many of us.

Whilst I was in Peru this last trip, I experienced the most powerful healing underneath Apu Pitusiray. In my sleep! Nothing to do but to wake up and feel healed of lifetimes of limited patterning. I am deeply humbled by the generosity of the healing that those mountains afford me, and so many others, constantly. I had gone to sleep with pain in my heart and had awoken with the absolute certainty that I have all the love in my heart that I could ever desire. That I am an ever-radiating Source of Love & Spirit. And I felt this to be true in a way that I had not before. The game had changed forever. Hayaya!

From that moment on, until this moment, the dynamic between me and the masculine has been completely changed. I walked forward into my Life from that healing under the mountain and magnetised incredibly pure and powerful connections with men that served to fill me with honour, acknowledgement, respect and friendship. And more importantly, with divine, sweet, noble, honourable, exciting, awesome LOVE. Yes thank you very much please!

I write this piece to honour those men and to honour that chapter. But I feel to do it with less writing and more pictures and poetry, if you don’t mind. I just don’t think I can do my experiences, my gratitude and wonder justice with sentences. Muchas gracias!

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Our camp, higher than high.

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Far-reaching skies all filled with peaks

Do part with rainbows, Apus speak

Inaudibly and unassuming,

Unexpected cosmic choosing

Delivering me an earthly musing.

And amused I am, amorous and giddy,

These heights that have me pure and pretty

Do witness silent silver thunder

That peals within and now I understand

These cosmic doors, all green and blue

That beckon and sing with mountain hues

Of reverent paths walked by so few,

And yet by you.

Our footsteps choose

The higher way, I honour your dance

And with deepest breaths it becomes romance.

So I welcome such gifts with both of my hands

For things work in twos..

And you seem to be

With perfect chance,

My mountain muse.

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Excerpt from Kaypacha

We meet in the Blue Night, my Lord of Love,

On the highest peak.

We meet in the healing waters

And on the Rainbow bridge

‘Tween here and fabled cities.

Oh most simple and natural Love,

You’ve become the most prized.

This unexpected choice of God’s purpose

Is now the one I’ve always known.

The symphony we hear of exotic frequencies,

From unique Sources

Was always our birthsong and rite.

And I celebrate this gift

With all my Fire and all my Honey,

Now naming myself Black Wing Q’ente

As I have found the sweetest of all flowers,

The Whitest Rose that sings the sacred songs.

And I have taken most generously

This cosmic nectar of Yanantin,

Filled my crystal cup enough

That I may never need  know Love again.

I have drunk delicious of my High Dreams with you,

Apu of mine.

The Forever Dreaming,

Of True Union of Voice, Vision and Body,

And of Love for the children.

For the Galaxies of Giving we have shared,

Witnessed by the High Brothers

Of the most Sacred Valley.

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Forever grateful to Great Spirit for allowing this heart to experience such tremendous beauty in one Life. Hayaya!

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August 2, 2015 · 7:20 pm

THE AUTHENTICITY REVOLUTION

BE YOURSELF

When I was younger, I wanted to be a revolutionary. Or should that be, an evolutionary?
I was so passionate about truth-slinging, about making change, about being bold and telling it like it is. Still so wildly passionate about these things, when I observe others operating with and from this kind of stance (currently Russell Brand is my hero), I’m inspired beyond belief, thinking… where did I let my vision go? Why did I stop being so bold and courageous? When did I start worrying so much about what people think?

Last week, sitting with my dear pal Lisa Darveniza and co-creator of MANA BLEND (check it out!), we both realised that we have been modifying our truth, our own approaches to sharing our truth and our passions. Why? To fit in somehow, to be ‘accepted’. We both saw where we have felt the need to tweak our communication in order for it to be accepted more widely. The result has had a terrible effect on our creativity and had even stressed our working relationship. Watering down our truth, making it more digestible to the masses, feeling the need to ‘tone down’ or to ‘jazz up’ our communications resulted in us both feeling massively drained of energy, truly bored and god forbid (!) with apathy biting at our heels.

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BANKSY – BRITISH STREET ARTIST

How many of us are toning ourselves down in order to fit in?
How many of us have so much more to say, more passion to add to the wheels of revolution, so much more energy that we’d naturally direct toward making big change here, if only we felt it was safe, that we would be received?

Our world is one where conventionality is applauded, where conforming and fitting in with the Jones’s is encouraged, where letting go of your passions in the place of choosing more ‘serious’ or mundane pastimes is deemed ‘wisdom’. I see people everywhere slaving away at jobs they hate just so that they can attain the physical status symbols that also don’t make them happy. And the wisdom of this is rarely questioned. We even see people defending the current economic and social systems with all their zest and vigour, having never really taken the time to analyse or assess these systems objectively. Such is the power of fear within people to tear down mental constructs that they’ve clung to all their lives. Or perhaps it’s their family and friends that has clung to these beliefs and they dare not rock the boat. Whatever, the current systems on our planet are insanely unhealthy. I am reminded of the wonderful Indian philosopher, Krishnamurti, who says:

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Therefore, it must also run that adjusting our communications to be received by a profoundly sick society is a useless endeavour, if indeed we are out to make change in that society. Look at the current state of play in media and mass communications in our world. Let’s look at marketing and the way people are being tricked into buying things. We are most appalled at the way this is rife in the ‘health’ industry. Manufacturers of ‘health products’ are using marketing to bewitch people, chucking in any old ingredients that are conventionally-grown with toxics, making earning and extracting money out of the public the main aim. The true care factor for peoples health is close to zero.

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BANKSY – BRITISH STREET ARTIST

Marketing is atrocious worldwide, almost never authentic in their choice of words, in their use of the human body.
And how are we ‘marketing’ ourselves? Look at even the way individuals are scared shitless to be honest and vulnerable with their communications? People are bent on only advertising the ‘positive’, Facebook is crammed with everything-is-fine-over-here sentiments, people constantly dressing themselves up and sharing all the wonderful, incredible, fantastic, sickly-sweet and the amazing. Meanwhile, in their hearts and lives behind closed doors, something else is going on.

WE ARE LACKING AUTHENTICITY, people.
For gods sake, can I please just get a glass of authenticity here? I’m dying of thirst for reality! I’m sick of the uniforms of consumerism, the uniforms of the rebels, the copying, the fads. I’m sick of nearly every Instagram page looking now like an out-of-integrity fashion magazine. I’m sick of every ‘spiritual’ festival reeking of trendiness and poncey rote-learned jargon.

How authentic are you being right now in your life?
One of the greatest defences against the machine of consumerism and that elite few that are puppeteering the conformist, disempowered, lackey-like swathes of humanity and wrecking our delicate environments and the ecological balance on Planet Earth, is your authenticity.
Yes, a Big Brother-like state is actually occurring here, and while we cruise along as one of the herd (and the majority of ‘alternative’ cultures are just as controlled), we are so easily swept up by the distractions of entertainment, of so-called news, of fashion, sports and ‘the arts’. Meanwhile something else is going on.
Says Russell Brand, commenting on the ugliness of Australian parliament, “It masks reality, this process. It’s not an honest discussion of reality, it’s people stating really obvious things and concealing things that are necessary, truthful and relevant.”
The same could be said for the majority of communicative processes in our world today. I love how Russell Brand actually has the courage and gall to poke such fun at the utter rediculousness of our politicians and of our system altogether. What a relief! Watch this clip below, it’s utterly hilarious and ON POINT.

I came here to help. Ever since a wee child, I knew I was here to rattle and shake and help along the revolution at this time. And I’m dedicated and more aware than ever that I must strive to be as authentic as humanly possible with my truth, with what I see, with the changes we need to make, with the state of play on our planet. Sugar-coating everything all the time with witty quotes, fluffy kitten pictures and/or fantastic pictures of bikinis on islands is not the whole picture, not even a fraction of it, it’s not reality. Stating the bleeding obvious all the time is also not helping. We’re not fools and we don’t need to hear the same irrelevant thing said with different words fourteen times, dear leaders, dear pop-culture stars, dear Facebook ‘friends’.

Let us not obey.

Let us be authentic in our lives and in our speech. For our children’s sake.

Fire Mane

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