Coming Into You (Psycho-Collective Ecstasy)

Today's WEWS uplifts joy as the path. Specifically: the bliss of insight that increases our overall adaptivity, and our aliveness.

It invokes, Who are You Becoming ("coming into")? And it celebrates Your true self's beauty.

🎵 Link to 😉 Clara Bland's album, HA OH 🎵

Dear readers, we are full of potentials, like eggs or seeds 🥚... that we may or may not "sponsor" into existence with our attention and choices.

Insight frees us from suffering. So also does pursuing what is "more true" with courage.

Come into the insight bliss that frees us from other types of cravings and aversion... The bliss that surpasses all other blisses of existing. Because insight is a type of union ( other than reproduction) that supremely characterizes What Life Wants.

💡 Insight: THIS Life wants most. And She REWARDS it.

And may you COME synchronously, triumphantly, with the universe, like refracting fractals paned in stained glass utter ecstasy, and the juices thus flowing be offered in sacred knowing, to Life. 💦✨

Tomorrow is MAY DAY.

I was first exposed to 🎉May Day🎉 in the outrageous, bombastic, space-taking-up GLEE embodied by the unpermitted Pittsburgh anarchist annual May Day march that took place in Polish Hill. Imagine fabulous costumes, silly bicycles, streets-taking rule-breaking, accompanied by a bananas brass band. The descriptions I can conjure today simply do it no justice.

I was probably 20 years old when I attended my first. The experience—the community that embodied it—infused into me then a whisper of a liberatory experience... an edge of electric wonder in my own life, that I craved so bad, and found alive with those folks:

THIS JOY CANNOT BE OWNED NOR CONQUERED BY THE OPPRESSIVE STATE.

OUR JOY IS TRANSGRESSIVE TO ILLUSORY REGIMES.

WE OWN IT (AND THESE STREETS, TOO). WE ARE EMPOWERED. AND WITH OUR POWER: WE ARE MAKING THE WORLD WE WANT TO SEE.

May Day was a welcome reprieve, (a "letting loose" pattern expression, to cite the social pattern language book, Change Here Now by Adam Brock), a delicious eruption into absolute goofy, ecstatic, good-naturedly transgressive, creative joy—belonging to a local solidarity network/community of hundreds, who spent lots of the year engaged in crafting brutal direct confrontations with state regimes and their apparatuses.

The joy that cannot be contained, that belongs to ALL of us without discrimination, and that stems from our experience of SELF-DETERMINATION, our meaningful actions to overcoming oppression and achieving our intentions and aims for collective liberation... This, to me, is the spirit of May Day.

(PS - I just googled it, and surprise of surprises... all these years later, the Pgh May Day has an iNsTagRaM account 🤯)

...If you're wondering, No: I never work on May Day. I observe a moratorium on doing any work on May Day, a tradition started several years ago. Just like I take myself on a long "independence" OUTing every July 4th. The seasonal holidays of the Celtic Wheel of the Year—and, also, the holidays governing the planets and stars of my own sovereign politics and belief systems—I revere as sacred, and I will practice my liberation and ceremony upon them any chance I get. 🍀

Yes, in fact, it was at least half a decade later that I learned about May 1st being the historic major holiday of my ancestors: Beltane. A day that ecstatically, indulgently celebrates youthful, sexual union, and new growth/creation... I can TOTALLY see the resonance to the people's movements and revolts that would later harness this day for social action and consciousness-raising, many generations later. ✊🏴

We free ourselves. No one else will do it for us. We must do it for us, and our loved ones.

Don't forget this. Your agency and your will are paramount to the futures we will have, or fail to have.

Please join for a community Beltane celebration this Tuesday May 6th evening! Text me on Signal to get the address. 😘 And become a member to get into more good good like this.

This Time, Again

May 1st is a pivotal moment in the year's calendar, indeed.

Two nights ago, and two years ago, I saw the same kind of sunset from this very same window. But in a very different personal and interpersonal context.

After years of living in the outer city 🏙️ and its noise and haze (and my own inner mirroring of the same)—this unexpected life turn into living at this bucolic Golden homestead and set of earnest, humble relationships to be tending, has been quite the blessing.

It has helped slow, sink, and spread my own thinking. Shifted, even significantly, my at-one-time predominant self-stories and self-expression. My way of willing and allowing matured, unfurled, and transformed.

I'm a known rider of the warp and weft of the waves. 🏄‍♀️ And I anticipate another wave is sweeping through in the next one year from today. 🌊

The tides could sweep me toward Boulder…

or closer to my communities of practice (like Yokai Gumi, like Cosmos.coop)...

or into the instantiation of a queer seedling oddkin family of my own, like I've dreamed of.

And, now: I'm looking for a roommate.

And, now: I will ensure succession for LSI. As is my duty. For all it's given me and us.

And: One year is a long time and also not so long, when living immersed in the sense-making process of all life and humanity.

I am a wave-washed stone. 🪨 I am a lover of change and embrace it genuinely when it's called for. I do not fear what is coming. I am blessed to be sensitive enough to it to notice its tremors before the event even happens.

I can tell now, this will be a liminal year. Of figuring out how to live even more purposely. Of having conversations that transform everything. Of uncovering and unraveling and repatterning the non-adaptive in favor of the real. So that noise and signal be brought into proper balance... and the Ones Who Know are restored to their rightful leadership roles.

So may it be.

Love,

C.