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The Currency of Consciousnes
The idea of money is on its way out. The real currency of the future is Consciousnes. Consider how power is gained: through the vote. That vote is the twenty-dollar bill of consciousness. Ever watch TV, those ratings that determine advertizing prices are just another form of consciosness. Ever watch construction workers whistling at a pretty girl? Trying to "get her attention?" Consciousness.
There is an old Southern saying, "If you see a turtle on a fencepost, you can bet someone put it there." Everywhere you turn there is evidence of consciousness. One of the most lucrative "consciousness" businesses in the U.S. is the criminal system. (Sorry, "Justice system"). When you consider the consciousness of just one human being, then add up the hundreds of thousands incarcerated in this country, you begin to see what a valuable resource it really is. And the War on Drugs? That is just an extension of the criminal system--but all aimed at corraling and controlling what people do with their valuable consciousness.
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Conscious Art
Art of all kinds: Painting, Poetry, Music, Sculpture--are all forms of that raw material consciousness transformed into a product, (not unlike molten steel hammered into a car fender). It is a standard economic theory that a country that has a strong manufacturing base has a strong economy.
Countries that have positive foreign trade balance ship more finished products than they import. It stands to reason then that, if consciousness is the currency of the future, those countries that create more art are stronger culturally and can compete more effectively in the spiritual economy of the future.
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Vox Artes
Consciousness, like water, must flow. Historically, those who control the flow of fresh water, control every aspect of society. "Art" is the first syllable in the word Artesian, the kind of well that flows without regard for borders or boundaries, always just beneath the surface, rising up at its own whim and need to pond, or maybe just to glimpse the sky.
The voice unlocked, frees the language of the heart at the same time. Nothing real happens without freedom, and not just the illusion of freedom, but the painful, severe-tire-damage/do-not-back-up kind of self-expression that spills from the pen of the inspired, hermetic poet, explodes out of the punk rocker, or splatters on the wall of the most infamous muralists.
I had a painter friend, who both taught art and produced some of the finest work I have ever seen in process. At one point, he told me he was giving up art, as his religious wife felt that his paintings were inconsistent with the teachings of her church, and he had to choose between being married to her and his art. He chose her. I haven't seen him in twenty years and, quite frankly, I am afraid to meet him again, even casually on the street. Perhaps it is my only fear.
I strike the wheel with my left hand and it moves.
It is a dance of sentiments, my love,
many a goddess of the air, between the two of us.
And I, the sail of my soul
billowed with longing,
look for you everywhere, and things come
ever closer,
crowding my chest, hurting me.
Nichita Stănescu, The golden age of love
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