November 8, 2019
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Trauma, Trafficking, eXtinction Rebellion, & XR Neighborhood
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Gilda writes,

Max cannot post here anymore because in the effort to help others, she has not been able to get any help herself.

It's been a strange experience seeing how many people have gratefully absorbed the work she's done, but are silent or seem to have no idea that she is dying in digestive failure without simple assistance.

This is mostly because she cannot communicate when she is in worst distress.

We found out recently that she was not dead after weeks of not hearing from her at all, and we would like to address the weird dichotomy of the network she has been instrumental in building versus the silence when she asks for help.

If you want to help, but you have felt helpless, here's what you can do.

1. Max needs a few hundred dollars a week for the interventions that will save her digestion and her life. She currently has zero income and no way to access these interventions without money.

You can take a collection to the following PayPal address (and please contribute a few dollars yourself, if you can), which will help Max repair her digestion so that she can return to working in the network.

💸 https://paypal.me/IntuitiveInvisibles

You can raise awareness and support for the following two Patreon initiatives, which also will provide an income stream she can rely on.

💸 https://patreon.com/IntuitivePR
💸 https://patreon.com/MaxMoRadio

2. You can send us a statement for public use that tells about your experience in the network or your feelings about Max's work. Please send this to public@intuitive.pub or contact us any other way you are able.

3. You can help us write an email or a letter and help us send it to someone we're trying to contact, but have not been able to reach because of severe disability. If you would like to help this way, please contact hello@intuitive.social or contact us any other way you are able.

4. If you are able to use Facebook (or another popular social network of your choice!), you can help us boost information to platforms we cannot reach. If you would like to help this way, please contact hello@intuitive.social or contact us any other way you are able.

What are the ways we have forgotten? There are lots of ways to help.

Maybe you will remember one I didn't!

There is no reason for survivors to have to scream and beg for help while they are dying. Not anymore.

The Intuitive Community Network, and the Intuitive Community Knowledgebase, allow us to build simple income streams for survivors who have been disallowed their own income.

Max is dying of digestive failure because she has refused to scream and beg when it is much simpler & safer for us to collaborate to build these income streams for one another.

She put off her own needs to ensure the network could function and survive. She fund-raised and built solutions for others.

We can't let her die this way. Please.

Will you please help us help her?

With hope and light,

Gilda Salmon Saaxon

We are requesting collection for friends and colleagues who are suffering severe conditions through the holidays.

Max is dying of digestive failure because she does not have any income, safe food, or healthcare support despite having worked non-stop on behalf of others for the last several years.

Other colleagues in our network are in similar circumstances. They all deserve relief for the faith they have shown in the life-saving work they have been doing.

If you have any income, if you have a safe place to stay, food to eat... if you have friends or a community that cares for you, please consider putting a few dollars (or more) into this PayPal account.

💸 https://paypal.me/IntuitiveInvisibles

If you'd like to make a recurring contribution, these two Patreon accounts will be updated as soon as someone is strong enough to update them, and in the meantime it will build income streams for those who need (and deserve!) them most.

💸 https://patreon.com/IntuitivePR
💸 https://patreon.com/MaxMoRadio

When you are considering how to move through this coldest time of year and holidays that remind us to care for one another, please do not forget about those who have worked to save the lives of others while they are dying themselves.

They can survive and recover, with our help.

Please copy, paste, and pass this message on.

Deck: The Wildwood Tarot
Spread: Card of the Day
Date: Mon Mar 16 18:11:30 EDT 2020


Today's Card
Page of Stones • Lynx (Upright)

Position on the Wheel
Departing Midwinter, moving towards Imbolc

Meaning   Still found in mountain woodlands in parts of Europe, the Lynx is one of the creatures at the very top of the food chain. With its speed and cunning, combined with its ability to climb trees, it is a formidable hunter as well as a fierce protector of its young.

Reading points   Pay attention to the physical realm, and be aware of the effects generated by everything you do. A strain of wildness and lack of forethought can sometimes hamper your forward passage, but careful consideration redresses the balance.

As a person in your life   Someone with common sense and dedication, who enjoys learning skills that improve efficiency or that lead to prosperity and comfort. As a friend, s/he values the authentic aspects of your character. Can be an idle good-for-nothing or fall into an inertia that’s hard to shift.

As an aspect or process   Learning the ropes as a beginner. Keeping things down to earth or actual rather than virtual. Setting practical goals. Being busy.

As an event/happening   Mocking concepts of authority. Apprenticeship, study, schools or training programmes. Concentration. Messages of prosperity or benefit. Theft or pillage. Inertia. Public disorder.

Questions   What data do you need to make a good decision? What can you learn from this situation? What needs your dedicated commitment?


Tracks and Pathways
Study and scholarship • School • Apprenticeship • Starting out • Carefulness • Reflection • Meditation • Observing others



Presented by The Wildwood Tarot app from The Fool's Dog.

“Why can we imagine the ending of the world, yet not the ending of colonialism?

We live the future of a past that is not our own.
It is a history of utopian fantasies and apocalyptic idealization.
It is a pathogenic global social order of imagined futures, built upon genocide, enslavement, ecocide, and total ruination.

What conclusions are to be realized in a world constructed of bones and empty metaphors? A world of fetishized endings calculated amidst the collective fiction of virulent specters. From religious tomes to fictionalized scientific entertainment, each imagined timeline constructed so predictably; beginning, middle, and ultimately, The End.
Inevitably in this narrative there’s a protagonist fighting an Enemy Other (a generic appropriation of African/Haitian spirituality, a “zombie”?), and spoiler alert: it’s not you or me. So many are eagerly ready to be the lone survivors of the “zombie apocalypse.” But these are interchangeable metaphors, this zombie/Other, this apocalypse.

These empty metaphors, this linearity, only exist within the language of nightmares, they are at once part of the apocalyptic imagination and impulse.
This way of “living,” or “culture,” is one of domination that consumes all for it’s own benefit. It is an economic and political reordering to fit a reality resting on pillars of competition, ownership, and control in pursuit of profit and permanent exploitation. It professes “freedom” yet its foundation is set on lands stolen while its very structure is built by stolen lives.”

It is this very “culture” that must always have an Enemy Other, to lay blame, to lay claim, to affront, enslave and murder.
A subhuman enemy that any and all forms of extreme violence are not only permitted but expected to be put upon. If it doesn’t have an immediate Other, it meticulously constructs one. This Other is not made from fear but its destruction is compelled by it. This Other is constituted from apocalyptic axioms and permanent misery. This Othering, this weitko disease, is perhaps best symptomatized in its simplest stratagem, in that of our silenced remakening:
They are dirty, They are unsuited for life, They are unable, They are incapable, They are disposable, They are non-believers, They are unworthy, They are made to benefit us, They hate our freedom, They are undocumented, They are queer, They are black, They are Indigenous, They are less than, They are against us, until finally, They are no more.
In this constant mantra of violence reframed, it’s either You or it’s Them.
It is the Other who is sacrificed for an immortal and cancerous continuity. It is the Other who is poisoned, who is bombed, who is left quietly beneath the rubble.
This way of unbeing, which has infected all aspects of our lives, which is responsible for the annihilation of entire species, the toxification of oceans, air and earth, the clear-cutting and burning of whole forests, mass incarceration, the technological possibility of world ending warfare, and raising the temperatures on a global scale, this is the deadly politics of capitalism, it’s pandemic.

An ending that has come before.

The physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual invasion of our lands, bodies, and minds to settle and to exploit, is colonialism. Ships sailed on poisoned winds and bloodied tides across oceans pushed with a shallow breath and impulse to bondage, millions upon millions of lives were quietly extinguished before they could name their enemy. 1492. 1918. 2020…

Biowarfare blankets, the slaughter of our relative the buffalo, the damming of lifegiving rivers, the scorching of untarnished earth, the forced marches, the treatied imprisonment, coercive education through abuse and violence.
The day to day post-war, post-genocide, trading post-colonial humiliation of our slow mass suicide on the altar of capitalism; work, income, pay rent, drink, fuck, breed, retire, die. It’s on the roadside, it’s on sale at Indian markets, serving drinks at the casino, restocking Bashas, it’s nice Indians behind, you.

These are the gifts of infesting manifest destinies, this is that futured imaginary our captors would have us perpetuate and be a part. The merciless imposition of this dead world was driven by an idealized utopia as Charnel House, it was “for our own good” an act of “civilization.”
Killing the “Indian”; killing our past and with it our future. “Saving the man”; imposing another past and with it another future.

These are the apocalyptic ideals of abusers, racists and hetero-patriarchs. The doctrinal blind faith of those who can only see life through a prism, a fractured kaleidoscope of an endless and total war.

Its an apocalyptic that colonizes our imaginations and destroys our past and future simultaneously. It is a struggle to dominate human meaning and all existence.
This is the futurism of the colonizer, the capitalist. It is at once every future ever stolen by the plunderer, the warmonger and the rapist.

This has always been about existence and non-existence. It is apocalypse, actualized. And with the only certainty being a deathly end, colonialism is a plague.

Our ancestors understood that this way of being could not be reasoned or negotiated with. That it could not be mitigated or redeemed. They understood that the apocalyptic only exists in absolutes.

Our ancestors dreamt against the end of the world.

Many worlds have gone before this one. Our traditional histories are tightly woven with the fabric of the birthing and ending of worlds. Through these cataclysms we have gained many lessons that have shaped who we are and how we are to be with one another. Our ways of being are informed through finding harmony through and from the destruction of worlds. The Elliptic. Birth. Death. Rebirth.

We have an unknowing of histories upon histories of the world that is part of us. It is the language of the cosmos, it speaks in prophecies long carved in the scars where our ancestors dreamed. It is the ghostdance, the seven fires, the birth of the White Buffalo, the seventh generation, it is the five suns, it is written in stone near Oraibi, and beyond. These prophecies are not just predictive, they have also been diagnostic and instructive.

We are the dreamers dreamt by our ancestors. We have traversed all time between the breaths of our dreams. We exist at once with our ancestors and unbirthed generations. Our future is held in our hands. It is our mutuality and interdependence. It is our relative. It is in the creases of our memories, folded gently by our ancestors. It is our collective Dreamtime, and it is Now. Then. Tomorrow. Yesterday.

The anti-colonial imagination isn’t a subjective reaction to colonial futurisms, it is anti-settler future. Our life cycles are not linear, our future exists without time. It is a dream, uncolonized.

This is the Indigenous anti-future.

We are not concerned with how our enemies name their dead world or how they recognize or acknowledge us or these lands. We are not concerned with re-working their ways of managing control or honoring their dead agreements or treaties. They will not be compelled to end the destruction that their world is predicated upon. We do not plead with them to end global warming, as it is the conclusion of their apocalyptic imperative and their life is built upon the death of Mother Earth.
We bury the right wing and the left wing together in the earth they are so hungry to consume. The conclusion of the ideological war of colonial politics is that Indigenous Peoples always lose, unless we lose ourselves.

Capitalists and colonizers will not lead us out of their dead futures.
Apocalyptic idealization is a self fulfilling prophecy. It is the linear world ending from within. Apocalyptic logic exists within a spiritual, mental, and emotional dead zone that also cannibalizes itself. It is the dead risen to consume all life.

Our world lives when their world ceases to exist.

As Indigenous anti-futurists, we are the consequence of the history of the colonizer’s future. We are the consequence of their war against Mother Earth. We will not allow the specter of the colonizer, the ghosts of the past to haunt the ruins of this world. We are the actualization of our prophecies.
This is the re-emergence of the world of cycles.
This is our ceremony.
Between silent skies. The world breathes again and the fever subsides.
The land is quiet. Waiting for us to listen.

When there are less distractions, we go to the place where our ancestors emerged.

And their/our voice.

There is a song older than worlds here, it heals deeper then the colonizer’s blade could ever cut.

And there, our voice. We were always healers. This is the first medicine.

Colonialism is a plague, capitalism is pandemic.
These systems are anti-life, they will not be compelled to cure themselves.
We will not allow these corrupted sickened systems to recuperate.
We will spread.

We are the antibodies.

Addendum:
In our past/your future it was the unsystematic non-linear attacks on vulnerable critical infrastructure such as gas utilities, transportation corridors, power supplies, communications systems, and more, that made settler colonialism an impossibility on these lands.

Our organizing was cellular, it required no formal movements.
Ceremony was/is our liberation, our liberation was/is ceremony.
We honored our sacred teachings, our ancestors and coming generations.
We took credit for nothing. We issued no communiqués. Our actions were our propaganda.
We celebrated the death of leftist solidarity and it’s myopic apocalyptic romanticism.
We demanded nothing from capitalists/colonizers.

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Here is a pdf version if that makes it easier to read or share:

http://www.indigenousaction.org/wp-content/uploads/rethinking-the-apocalypse-read.pdf

Recap (That Last Bit) - Max & Evan Re: Intuitive Community - Intuitive Public Radio - 20200328

"Do not lose heart. We were born for these times.
One of the most important steps you can take to help calm the storm is to not allow yourself to be taken in a flurry of overwrought emotion or despair—thereby accidentally contributing to the swale and the swirl.
Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach."
- Clarissa Pinkola Estes
https://www.facebook.com/megmorris23/posts/10151974544956078 🌿

Azine Steenbergen · 🌿 https://www.facebook.com/azine.steenbergen/posts/2775341445913897 🌿

Old Problems, Newfound Hopes.
AZINE STEENBERGEN·SATURDAY, APRIL 4, 2020
' Can anyone give me an example of a country's government that isnt now more cruel than usual to refugees, to Indigenous peoples, to houseless people, to disabled people, to the very young& the very old, to the working class and the financially destitute?
That isnt using this time to push laws and changes that otherwise its people would have opposed by the thousands? Like privacy breaches, authoritarian coups, attacks on rights of minorities, or killing people; by state gun violence, desk murderers, or simply lack of care (with fulfilling the basics like food aid and medical care) and defunding into death...
If you cant find a single country without these fatal responses, then please consider that government is part of the problem.
Have you noticed the increase in mutual aid, the human instinct of looking out for each other, and how phenomenal it is? How many lives have been saved by solidarity, in these times and in ages past?
What if we just continued to live that way?
I hope that then more problems will be solved, up until the moment we dissolve the kyriarchy, and then in the era beyond.
Wouldnt that be wonderful?
(Title because this has always been my stance, but I amidst the draconian rules and catastrophes, I am seeing more and more people with newfound hopes and vision for better world) '
🌿 https://www.facebook.com/notes/azine-steenbergen/old-problems-newfound-hopes/2775342802580428 🌿🌿

Azine Steenbergen's collected photos and YouTube music tracks are included in her post and note entitled, Old Problems, Newfound Hopes.
Photos:
🌿 https://facebook.com/azine.steenbergen/posts/2775341445913897 🌿
YouTube music links:
🌿 https://facebook.com/notes/azine-steenbergen/old-problems-newfound-hopes/2775342802580428 🌿🌿