Pirates, all

Hung suspended with a sense of motion all around, but so many things to fall into new, old, changed patterns in the next few days and weeks. I'm in Florence OR after a miserable night at the Mill Casino in Coos Bay. The fog and rain were so cold it was hard to even walk in it. The dish could not find my internet satellite through the soup, and worse, the trailer was clammy, moist.
At my points of turning - my six months on, six off - so many patterns are set and locked in a day or two, where I'll stay, how much it will cost, what sort of internet connection and how much, all add up to decisions about my future for the next six and 1/2 months. That is so odd when I'm not sure what will happen in the world in the next six months. More germane, I have changed on this trip. I am less bound by the law of the land, the laws of conformity, and I have given myself my own letter of permission to do what I must to prepare for what I see headed our way.
Part of that permission is deciding to be active in the Post Carbon group, part of it is realizing that when you are on the Titanic, despite how good the music is in the ballroom, it is OK for me to go and get my own lifeboat setup. So everyone will party on around me, at work, in town, at the coffee shop, and I will dedicate my energy and my time to acting personally on my beliefs, not as a philosophical experiment, but a new and larger degree of action.
Does that sound like perhaps I've received a letter from the Crown presenting me with the authority to seize the shipping of enemy nations? What did Pogo say? "We have met the enemy, and he is us." Begin the time of Pirates matey. My time for thinking wider is at a turning point.
Society is not your friend. Your government serves the rich, and medicates the poor. If you try harder and live a better life you child will never grow up to be president. We are distinctly class society while pretending not to see that we have class structure in every decision, expectation and action. This society, the world captalist society is cracking at the seems, it does not have the capacity to do other than what it is doing right now, growing hard up against the edge of resource depletion and fouling all of us in the process.
You, me, us, our ability to affect our futures is pretty small compared to the size of our Titantic juggernaut sailing into self destruction. But our small world is all we can affect, all we can change. That is the cusp of thought and action that has woken in me this last 5 months. I have lost friends and acquaintances, I have gained confidence commitment.
Find the pirate in you, set sail from conformity, drudgery, powerlessness, and depression. Embrace the life of the pirate, for though the nations of the world unite to enslave you, only by your acquiescence can they perpetuate their parasitic position.
You, me, everyone was born as co owners of this wonderful planet, third from the sun, in a minor arm of what some call the Milky Way. You have every right to land, opportunity, health and space, clean water, sunlight, and love that the most priveleged class member would suggest that you do not. There is no part of the country club golf course that does not belong to you in absolute reality. Perhaps you cannot put your foot there today because of your beliefs and the beliefs of police and our overlord ruling class, but in fact, you were born on this planet, it is yours, or rather, you are hers. There is nothing here that is not yours.
You may choose to accept the imprisonment of your body by society, at work, at your tiny house, by your debt, by the criticism of your family and friends, but even as you are harnessed to their tasks, you must not, I must not, accept that prison in my heart. It is not what I believe. I believe that you are creators of all that you see and experience and love. The only real prison, the only real sadness are the limitations we accept for ourselves. Just because everyone says it, just because everyone says you're only worthy "this much", never never never accept that. You are and remain a miracle in motion, a miracle of potential and this world gave you life and no one, anywhere can do more than kill your body. Rage, rage, and love, against the dying of the light. And I will rage and love with you.
Remember who you are! Laugh at the petty tyrants, The chains we must strike off are not society's chains but those you accepted as true, your limits, your worth, so long ago. Those chains were never true. You are a swashbuckler in your heart, you know it. Live it.