It lives subdued - the grumbling, rambling, hunched beast within each of us. In the service of cordiality, we must wear the flesh of our Social Humanity – and hold, hold, hold back the ravaging contradictions, aggravating disconnect of our interrelational humanity denied by our overcomplicated social justice- our own knowing - our own virtues. Keeping the raged disservice of soul pacified – complacent to a service of being “calm, cool, collected” – when you know the line has been crossed.
It suggests the formulaic business modules, mission statements, directorial speeches – keen on inclusion of the whole, let alone the money makers – a speech that is confidential and safe. Keeping to defining every one of us as a formulated answer to what we are - to who we are. “Fill in the boxes”. A finality of our form from within an institution which churns Human Nature into crunchable numbers and words on a page so we can best relate to one another with unwavering understanding.
To standardize each other is an under-statement of allowing Oneself or Another to be in-creation… to be present as the ever-trans-fluent dance of self and others emergence. If we are expected to state, “I am that” – it is too quick of a determination to say, “I am not that”. Disregarding the understoried sense of otherness and personal transformation that happens when we are open to un-definitions.
How am “I” to be all of you and I and me and we all at once, if I am so concerned with how “I” am presenting myself?
What would it mean to reject our persona-based language’ into an inhabited dialect that counters the status quo? Indulging in a creation of ‘showing up’ moment by moment – with an animistic language from the deep rumblings of our interior.
By letting go of the formality we created for each other…
What shall be created?
and why now?
I began this inquiry by beholding the story of Little Red-Cap – as acquainted with the Brothers Grimm. A story I am relying on for drawing out the beastly endeavors guiding this philosophy of vocalized social consummation.
And let us take in the moment we all know…
Big Ears, Big Eyes, Large Hands
Large Teeth…
Why do we not notice outright the distortion of ‘wildness’ costumed as ‘normalcy’? A falsetto of fur-flesh. In times when those around us put on disheveled costumes representing our Nature. Creating an illusion of camouflaging the desireful, lustful, hunger of a dominating inner nature…
We have seen these dangers repeated, obscuring the corporate bare minimum promises of; stimulating the economy, eco-balanced pollution, indiscriminatory inclusion, profits grafted for donations; yet, the business models persist: mining companies claiming victory of sacred soil, trophy hunters murdering for gratification, logging companies shredding old growth forests, slaughterhouses defining what life is worth, bleaching the oceans, sterilizing our crops, light filled nights, microplastics, chemicals, waste.
We only speak to nature as dangerous because we know our own Human Nature to be dangerous. As we are story, we are the beast in the story too, we all have this capacity.
… yet we keep on repeating ourselves.
“My, what a big impact we have.”
Until we find ourselves in the dark pit of what wild being is waiting for the end of us all. Where we gnash our teeth and show our claws, while questioning those same vital tools that feed us. To know what those ears, eyes, hands, and teeth – previously used for the hunt for perseverance - are now used for.
The tools created by the system, can be the same tools that end the system…
This imagery recalls Fenrir – the wolf at the end of the world - safeguarding our own disheveled furs, claws, horns, fangs, and slitted eyes of our primal senses. With this animosity, we also contain the capacity to balance out the desecration with a reawakened intensity - one we can only expect to bring us back to our animalistic ways. It is only a matter of time now…
Let the Beast Win…
In stories and myth, there is the dictation of ‘the right trouble’. The context that – the story would not be able to continue if trouble was not created. This story tells us quite the opposite – it is not safe to commune with that wild being, do not communicate with the trouble; lest that we shall be consumed. Yet, we are that all-consuming species that historically put our evolution in the higher order, higher functioning, higher class, higher cognition – above all other creation. From this point, it seems by manifest destiny that we destroy all other creation believed to be below us. And even then, there are social cues that put others below others – and with this world view – we all must bow to one winner in this rumored race of beneficiallity. Either the overpowered Beast or the curious Youth must resolve the conflict.
How shall we look at the all-consuming wolves of our being, yet be able to satiate them with our own livelihood?
To paraphrase an internet meme: “The system is working exactly as it was created and needs to be destroyed and rebuilt”. As changes are to be made – one must destroy the recognizable systems of self so tangled up in this great web of social constructs built from the foundation of our settling for a ‘hierarchical society’. Concepts systemically dictating superiority of ‘us-over-them’ – both with the nature kin of our world, and the human kin of our own flesh. Countering these ideologies awakens an individual’s sense-ational return to belonging to one another – as the shared voice of our own becoming. It is a long-rested remembrance, consummate with the flesh of our inner-youth.
Learning again of that youthful center of insight vs. the voice that consumes your being.
Slowing down to truly feel who you are in how you are – and bear the honesty forth as a gift of the natural order of life itself.
That you are in the sight of yourself to be in the sight of another.
How different would it be to communicate our own wild words into the world that needs such remembrance? A speech embracing the eye-to-eye contact of beastliness in mutual understanding.
Balancing the human-bestial modality with the lungful yearning of youth-fullness.
Speaking first from your own interior…
So, to shift again, being One within our Words (and a quick seedling to in-vigor the magic of fairy tales – turning Words to Wards) - a magical voice merciful to an Earth already digesting within the bellowing bestial hunger. How can we become, again, that youthful tone eager for renewal?
When we were young, did we not incite danger? No second guessing and double-dog dares. Spontaneous moments of curiosity that guided us deeper and deeper into delight, until it seemed we may be ‘eaten up whole’?
Often, when we are found doing our best to remember our youth-fullness, it is by showing up to the unplanned moment here and now - with how you are now – not choking on all the post-youth-conceived-formulated dictations that desires safety ‘under covers’ of some costumed life. This is the counter… imagine arriving to a meeting (for the writer, arriving to the page) with no planned notes, no planned speech – no plan at all… only to be in the moment with all you know…
Let us trade in business suits for ‘birthday suits’ (metaphorically, or literally) – representing the entire natural form unhidden – wear the cloak of our nature outright. By this flesh, we can call forth life’s dangers and face them justly – on even ground with the equatorial language of re-wildness.
And, why Now?
Let the Girl Win…
That at the borders of flesh and fur, there is a language that does not concern others. A Being in this voice unfolds in ‘knowing self by knowing others’ – and vice versa. Within this translation – it reflects transformation.
You will begin to know yourself, as you will begin to know another.
Let the Beast win…
as this is modernity's Justice…
Let the Youth win…
so we may know the life of the beast…
Blessed Be
Oh Youthful One