They give nature to herself. Strengthen their health and their numbers.
To begin with, we can sign and share petitions in currency now, it appears to help against things like GMO's and has made the EU government finally do a good thing in outlawing the pesticides, but the cause is now under threat of a lawsuit by Bayer which insists on producing the pesticides in question.
A strong following step would be [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] Bayer, along with all concerns that produce at disastrous costs to the solar systems only inhabited planet.
Interestingly enough this concept hasn't spread beyond the Netherlands since its inception. It appears to me like an immense opportunity for anyone with a network, along with, of course, a sizable danger - it might be used against anyone.
To the deification of nature -- I propose a religious initiative, a making-holy of bees like cows are holy in India - placing severe punishment on those who harm them. I was thinking we need something holy that connects us back to the planet and to ancestral reverence - what better than these animals. They are our scientific Gods, I think that they are the only proper animals of which we know that we need them to thrive.
It speaks for itself that I do not mean for all men to bow to bees and revere them in meditation. What I mean is that religion is the ultimate form of law - it holds the ultimate sacrality of legislation, a holy No. (no human law can sufficiently give a holy Yes) The No is to not harm them, the yes is implicit in nature herself.
And I do find Bees to be remarkably cool creatures. A very fat one flew into my living room today and was trying to get out through the closed window. I took a moment to study her and it carries a great deal of weight, is what always becomes noticeable. They perform very great effort to the benefit of thousands if not millions of other species, are truly virtuous.
I liberated it from its predicament but needed to soothingly speak to it before it would get on the magazine and let me carry it to the open window. I don't tend to go for that stuff quickly with animals, but it worked instantly. She clearly trusted me all of a sudden. I think I may still underestimate the power of speech. But all this aside - it's not about the sacrality of one bee, of course.
There is also the human parallel to the worker-bee. If democratic humans can attach to the nature of bees in some reverence, some awareness that they are 'officially' important (they do not trust their nature, but they do trust the state), maybe they can be turned into more diligent worker bees and less desiring to consume all the nectar themselves. Perhaps, just maybe, there is a psychical collection to be made from bee to democratic (wo)man.
I am reaching perhaps - it must seem that way to the reader -- but I see no choice but to explore the world for true values, I mean values that are true to me and the beings that I value. Values, threats, good reasons for war, good reasons to run a little risk and take down some giant beasts.
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Good job. We accidentally devised a horrible trap for wasps when I was a kid, using plastic cups with some lemonade left in them. When a wasp got in one cup we'd quickly stack another into it to crush the wasp between the sides of the two cups. Of course this caused the quick spreading of that odor that makes them crazy and attack by dozens, and we just kept on performing the same action. It got dangerous after a while and I wasn't really very crazy about the look of all that liquified insect.
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Bees and their genetic codes, they might look similar to each other, but as their societies tell us; are not.
Different breeds of bees (and humans) make different kinds of structures: -- architecture, arts, legislations.
Produce different amounts and types of honey: --Different ideological-philosphical interpretations and tendencies. --Different spiritual influenced music tastes. --Cultural customs. --The actual taste buds differentiate within each human breed, hence a saying in Russia referring to the taste of Mongol bread as being sour, and thus one who finds the bread of Mongols sweet is known to have Mongol blood in him/her, even though s/he looks completely White.
Have different mating or social structures: --Family constructs (nurturing, discipline, punishment).
And different life habits: -Due to the genetic patterns in each individual belonging to a specie and the co-operative collective of a specie - averages. Which is linked not only to one's own genetic intellectual capacity and understanding, but the intelligence and cumulative input of an entire race.
It has been said that the Germanic soul and the forest are one and the same thing; the mythological Forest that contrasts the splendid isolation of man in his solitude against the infinity of nature. Only this kind of soul could have such a word in its language as Waldeinsamkeit—”Forest-loneliness”—just as one of the most moving passages in Western literature is the Easter scene in Goethe’s Faust: “A longing pure and not to be described/drove me to wander over woods and fields/and in a mist of hot abundant tears/I felt a world arise and live for me.” Northern legends have been built around certain species of trees—firs, ash, oak, elm—and in the paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, the representative of German Romanticism at its height, dense walls of magnificent trees dwarf a lone Napoleonic soldier—a metaphorical relationship that is withdrawn, fortress-like, dark and impenetrable. The fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm all took place in the woods, while Siegfried, Parsifal, Tristan, Hamlet, Faust—those quintessentially Northern heroes—all longed for the woods in which their inner lives were awakened. Oswald Spengler, the maniacally erudite German historian, wrote in his Untergang des Abenlandes (“Decline of the West“) of the northern “longing for the woods; the mysterious compassion, the ineffable sense of forsakenness” and compared “Faustian” man—his Western ideal—with the Classical men of Antiquity, writing that “the rustle of the woods, a charm that no Classical poet ever felt, stands with its secret questions—whence, whither?”
The Forest: so invigorating and baptismal, suffused with those Goethean echoes that reverberate the lyrical tristesse of the high-minded loner; its contemplative splendor broken only by an occasional spray of sun-rays, like “fitful light-flecks playing in their shadow-filled volume”, as writes our Dr. Spengler. Indeed, if God made man in His image, one may say that Nature had her say and added three elements of her own: the Sea, the Stone and, above all, the Forest. The Sea—representing that which is rational, clear, enlightened in a man’s soul; Stone—to express his need to give shape to history, experience and memory. But most profoundly, the Forest—the darkness within him; a silent summons from deep within the murmur of trees giving rise to a man’s discovery of his own, authentic voice.
For Spengler, Classical man was the Apollonian—an individual static entity, for whom History is mythological, anecdotal, ever-present. He is city-states, public life, political life, Doric and Euclidean. The “anxious, caring” Faustian, on the other hand, who “blossomed forth with the birth of the Romanesque style”, is forever tending-towards and looking-back; he is perspective depth in painting, he is the irrepressible discoverer of continents and the explorer of ocean floors. The Apollonian “is the nude statue; the Faustian the art of the Fugue”; in art, the former is calculated contours; the latter—light and shade. The Apollonian is Delphi, Olympus and Elysium; the Faustian is Valhalla, Avalon and the Grail. The Apollonian sees himself in Homeric epic; the Faustian in the Gallilean, Catholic and Protestant; he is shaped by Baroque dynasties, Dante’s Beatrice, and…Faust. (There is, too, a third civilization-soul, the Magian, belonging to Judaic- Islamic and “Oriental” cultures). Faustian man is, in sum, the Forest, “restless and unsatisfied”, like an oak “straining beyond its summit” or a linden tree, which between sun and shadow is “bodiless, boundless, spiritual”.
The Forest expressed as the soul of the West takes shape in the highest creations of art, religious architecture, music, literature, and in the Western sense of Destiny and Duration—the “rootedness” of a man’s spirit, family and legacy. In architecture, the great forests of the northern plains, wrote Spengler, were the inspiration for cathedrals, their interiors mixed with mysterious light, “the endless, lonely, twilight wood….the secret wistfulness of all Western building forms.” In his work, Le Genie du Christianisme (“The Genius of Christianity“), the 19th century French writer Chateaubriand attributed the development of Gothic cathedrals to worship under tree arches. The French sacred-art historian Emile Mâle, evoking the dramatic relationship of that architecture to the works of Nature, wrote that “the cathedral, like the plain or forest, has atmosphere and perfume, splendor and twilight..and gloom.”
The Forest is classical music: There is Siegfried—the hero who never knew Fear—born in the forest and killed in them, whose glorious Rheinfahrt in Act One of the Götterdammerung seems to bring the listener in layer after layer deeper into a pitch-black world of clan-loyalties, blood-ties, soil and seed all within a cavernous labyrinth of Wald. There is the high Romanticism of Carl von Weber’s magisterial Freischutz, a ghost-story opera of a huntsman, his bride and the Devil that takes place during the Thirty Years’ War. That work’s famously frightening “Wolf Glen” scene is a twenty minute excursion into sylvan ecstasy that one British critic from The Times said must be heard “late at night, with the lights off, and no more than a glow from the amplifier panel”. Even the shape of a Church high-organ, the invention of which is one of the most emotional chapters in the history of Western music, is, Spengler writes, “a history of a longing for the Forest, a longing to speak in the language of that true temple of the Western soul”. And I challenge anyone to listen to Elizabeth Schwarzkopf sing Richard Strauss’ “Morgen” and not see a lush mist breaking over a crusader castle-ruin, one fortified by woods but vulnerable to troubadors…
The Forest is literature: For the deeply spiritual Bohemian-Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke, God was not to be found in painting, sculpture or icons, but living on in the dark woods, to be portrayed “not with lapis or gold, but color made of apple bark”. In his beautiful Stundenbuch (“Book of Hours”), Rilke writes in a series of love letters to God: “Often I imagine you, your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run like a herd of luminous deer and I am dark. I am forest.” Robert Musil, the cranky and brilliant Austrian author behind Der Mann Ohne Eigenschaften (“The Man Without Qualities“), in contemplating human relations, writes of “love, this ancient forest of eccentricity”. Ernst Jünger used forest-symbolism to take a philosophical-political approach against Nazism, Communism and what he saw as the totalitarian tendencies of modern Democracy in his 1951 work, Der Waldgang (“The Forest Passage”), writing of the “forest rebel”—the individual who, “isolated and uprooted” by the State, seeks to preserve his freedom in a totalitarian world by finding shelter in the forest. As for inward journeys seeking shelter—whether ideological or purely emotional—who can forget the captivating first line of Dante’s Inferno: “When I had journeyed half of our life’s way/I found myself within a shadowed forest/for I had lost the path that does not stray…”
Northern mythology is, of course, the ancient precursor to such literary forest-imagery. Deep in the Black Forest, the noble Fürstenburg family resides and decades ago purchased from the then-impoverished German state the original Nibelungenlied, the epic poem of the North, one also born in the woods. In Scandinavian epic, the Poetic Eddas, the Norse god Odin hangs himself from the great ash tree Yggdrasil for nine days and nights trying to acquire supreme power. One of the recurring symbols in German, Austrian and Swiss Christian mythology is that of St. Hubertus, the hunter redeemed by a holy stag with a Cross between its antlers. Today, the sets of antlers one often sees above the front doors of villas and jagdhüte in German-speaking Europe are not hunting trophies as is commonly thought but representations of this Christian legend.
Why the German-speaking countries are so attached to their woods may be traced back to the legend of the Battle of Teutoburg as described by Tacitus in his history, Germania, when the soldiers of Arminius used the camoflauge of trees to distract the Romans, unhabituated to forests as these latter were, using surprise, guerilla-like attacks from the forests. Even the German word for ‘Western’—Abendland, or ‘Evening Land’—denotes the forest: height and maturity, as opposed to a developing country, called a Morgenland.
Then, too, there is Russia, with its own brand of Northern mythology and an intense forest-consciousness. As historian and Librarian of Congress James Billington wrote in his classic The Icon and the Axe, the Russian Bear, according to legend, was originally a man who had been denied the traditional bread and salt of human friendship, and in revenge took on a new shape and retreated to the forest to guard against intrusions of humans, his former species. Leonoid Leonov’s great novel of the mid-fifties, The Russian Forest, describes how the Soviet regime played a central role in cutting down the forest, as it was a symbol of Old Russian culture.
The Forest is also history: There is the famous Castle Road leading out from Burgenland, the easternmost province of Austria, to Semmering, just south of Vienna, westward into Styria and to Carinthia, where among eighteen fortresses and castles one will come across Schloss Schalling, the ‘Castle of the Devils’, sitting reclusively, warily, within a rich Styrian forest, where one day in the 13th century two Babenberg princes translated the Magna Carta into High German. Then there is Burg Stubegg, a fortress another ten miles south, where Crusader knights chose to recuperate because the wines produced there were thought to be Heaven-sent. Any of these travels will certainly take one past the many castles of the Princes of Liechtenstein, themselves among the largest owners of forests in Europe and Latin America, whose princely dominions have guarded and guard the world’s greatest private collection of art.
But most of all, the Forest is the rootedness of life, it is Destiny—therefore, Time—for Faustian man, no matter his origin. As Spengler puts it, “nobility and peasantry are plant-like and instinctive, deep-rooted in ancestral land, propagating themselves in the family tree, breeding and being bred”. In aristocratic Mitteleuropa, the Forest became the means by which to preserve the long-term, in wealth and family. There was a famous “Fürstenspiegel” or “Mirror of Princes”—those classic instruction manuals for the education of a monarch, born in the kingdoms of Persia and written well into the European 19th century—that instructed Germanic princes on this very subject. Fürst (Prince) Gundaker von und zu Liechtenstein, in his Instructio et Consilium Pro Principe Regente of 1653, proposed an abstract theory on the relationship between land and longevity, time and money. “Das Geld ist sanguis corporis politici“—Money is the blood of the body politic—he wrote in the work’s preface, and no good prince, Holy Roman Empire-bred or otherwise, ever strayed from that awareness. This meant a firm tie to forested land which was, and remains to this day, the enterprise of choice for those old families: “Virgin forests turned into financial energy; the slumbering spirits of gold awakened in enterprise”, wrote Spengler (once more) in his beautiful formulation. Or, as Prince Gundaker remarks: “Timber, salt mines, gold, silver, quicksilver, copper and iron—these are Nature’s gift to the Intelligent”. His Fürstenspiegel further warns: “The prince should always make sure his financial situation is better than any rival, and should see to it that no other nobility has a greater financial reserve as he does.” Certainly his family name lived up to such promise from the woods that they owned.
But perhaps the most poignant example of this Faustian tie to land as the basis of family, wealth and History is to be told in the journey of one of the great woods of Europe from the pinnacle of vibrancy and production to utter modern-day waste and ruin. It was one day, around three hundred years ago in the early 18th century, that Emperor Charles VI offered a distinguished old German family a large swathe of land in the Habsburg Kingdom of Croatia- Slavonia (modern Croatia and a part of Serbia) for military Dienst (service) against invading Ottoman armies. The far-sighted noble family—the Eltz of the woods-rich Rhein—declined the offer as a gift, as they wished to stay Reichsfrei (“free“ of the Emperor’s political and financial conditions), offering instead to by the land from his Imperial Majesty on the condition that the land be composed of the right soil—the palaces, titles, trimmings, etc. that would have come with ownership of that land were of little concern. A member of the family went to examine the soil, noting how it poured loosely through his fingers, was grainy and silky, sticking together but not clumping, forming a loose ribbon of earth.
It was a rich, loamy loess (a kind of sediment) soil—“that could feed the whole of Europe“, as has been said of that fertile land—born to a calcareous terrain rich in clay and well-supplied with calcium. It was a soil rare in Europe—a mild balance of opposing elements in a region of Europe used to extremes in more sense than one. This black earth was the product of the so-called “Pannonian” climate, one known for its stark summer heat and bitter winters, creating some of Europe’s best agriculture and… its very greatest oaks. The young man immediately recognized he had, literally in his hands, the makings of a great forestry industry—a mere two centuries down the line. And sure enough, by the mid-19th century, one hundred sixty years after their first oak harvest had been cultivated, the family emerged as one of the richest in Central Europe, their estate crowned by a stunning yellow and white baroque palace as well as the original breeding grounds of the famous all-white Lippizzaner horses. The family had turned the soil of Slavonia into one of the most sought-after woods in the world—until, that is, the family was driven out and the woods, the oaks, the soil and the palace were confiscated in part after World War I and then completely after World War II. Only the horses survived, having been sent out of the country in time to Austria, where they are still trained with the Eltz coat of arms on their pure silver bridles. The land fell into such ruin by the second decade of the 20th century that many of that land’s diverse new communal-owners—recipients of Socialist largesse—begged the family back to take up its management; the family declined. Only a picture of their palace on the back of the largest currency note in former-Yugoslavia remained as acknowledgement of what that family, blue-blooded but with love of forest coursing through their veins, once meant to the region.
“Here I am a Man. Here, I dare to be!“ wrote Goethe of his beloved dreamscape excursions into the woods. That sense of “Being“ is what the Forest is all about to the Faustian: the Mystery that inspires imagination—the most intense Reality that there is.
Nice. I would like to learn a lot of things about bees and their different kinds and temperaments. I believe you immediately if you say that they have wide varieties of arts. As yet, I know virtually nothing about them, except that I like them, and that they are biologically more important to us than most other animals.
"My grandfather would probably walk from this property if he saw how we keep bees today. He'd think my God, you've lost your soul." [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]
That goes for any agrarian industry of course, bees not even being the worst off - but bee-keeping might, because of its high appeal and the relatively small costs involved in the mechanics and logistics and mass of that industry, be realistic start to a proper approach to the Earth. We have to start somewhere.
I wonder if anyone catches my drift, this idea of re-ligio, psycho-culturally re-binding to the ecosphere which requires a practical entry point. Fighting wastefulness in general is only depressing - a bee is not, in itself depressing at all. We could start with raccoons or sabertooth tigers or seagulls, or shrubbery or deserts or mountain ranges, but bees are naturally close to a value-center.
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I wonder if anyone catches my drift, this idea of re-ligio, psycho-culturally re-binding to the ecosphere which requires a practical entry point. Fighting wastefulness in general is only depressing - a bee is not, in itself depressing at all. We could start with raccoons or sabertooth tigers or seagulls, or shrubbery or deserts or mountain ranges, but bees are naturally close to a value-center.
Satyr wrote:
"If you pay the price you can live in whatever reality you choose, and define yourself as anything you like. Because the world is excluded, not allowed to correct your delusions - to give you a reality-check. Money can now correct, compensate for all genetic weaknesses. If you've got the cash you can be anything, and others will play along. Your inferior genes will be returned into the mix, to be added to other inferior genes...later requiring medicines to remain alive in a world that does not give a shit about what you think of yourself or how much money you have. Things are so bad that the moment you critique human artificial environments this is the same as critiquing life. The memory of environment is now dominated by human contrivances...just as the original purpose of art, or sex, is lost in a haze of human delusions.
This is cocooning...Institutionalization. A mind raised in an institution, surrounded by walls and electric bulbs and fences, has no concept of nature, of reality outside these manmade premises. This world is THE world."
If we were to explore ancient Aryan medical traditions, then the first note we'd have to make is that the physician and the pre-socratic philosopher including the esoteric Plato were not that differentiated in their search for the harmony of the soul and the body, which Nietzsche re-unites after the exoteric Socratic splintering.
The Republic with its psycho-philosophical views on the three states of reason, passion, desire, but even older going to the Bhagavad Gita, where the three strands of nature - clarity, vigour, inertia dictates the choice of food and one's station in life in the caste order. Health as an allignment with your inner nature and the discovery of your inner design, adapting to the goal you will. The Eddas and the Vedas, the most ancient source we have, speak of cosmology itself in terms of "healing" the "whole" with the body as a microcosmic correspondence to that, and so the efficacy of procedure in ritual to chanting magical charms as in the Atharva Veda or Shamanic Seidr by Odin in the Eddas are all expansions on the Aryan mythological theme of "Hero Slays Dragon" or Order vs. Chaos, extracted from every Indo-European culture by Watkins in 'How to Kill the Dragon'.
So question is, how does one regulate Medicine, how does one draw its limits, given the evolution of medicine as the attaining of proximate harmony and yet, the pursuit of which overturns the limits of natural and artificial - perpetuating illness, more imbalance, decadence, unfitness, etc. as Satyr points out...?
I wonder if anyone catches my drift, this idea of re-ligio, psycho-culturally re-binding to the ecosphere which requires a practical entry point. Fighting wastefulness in general is only depressing - a bee is not, in itself depressing at all. We could start with raccoons or sabertooth tigers or seagulls, or shrubbery or deserts or mountain ranges, but bees are naturally close to a value-center.
Satyr wrote:
"If you pay the price you can live in whatever reality you choose, and define yourself as anything you like. Because the world is excluded, not allowed to correct your delusions - to give you a reality-check. Money can now correct, compensate for all genetic weaknesses. If you've got the cash you can be anything, and others will play along. Your inferior genes will be returned into the mix, to be added to other inferior genes...later requiring medicines to remain alive in a world that does not give a shit about what you think of yourself or how much money you have. Things are so bad that the moment you critique human artificial environments this is the same as critiquing life. The memory of environment is now dominated by human contrivances...just as the original purpose of art, or sex, is lost in a haze of human delusions.
This is cocooning...Institutionalization. A mind raised in an institution, surrounded by walls and electric bulbs and fences, has no concept of nature, of reality outside these manmade premises. This world is THE world."
If we were to explore ancient Aryan medical traditions, then the first note we'd have to make is that the physician and the pre-socratic philosopher including the esoteric Plato were not that differentiated in their search for the harmony of the soul and the body, which Nietzsche re-unites after the exoteric Socratic splintering.
The Republic with its psycho-philosophical views on the three states of reason, passion, desire, but even older going to the Bhagavad Gita, where the three strands of nature - clarity, vigour, inertia dictates the choice of food and one's station in life in the caste order. Health as an allignment with your inner nature and the discovery of your inner design, adapting to the goal you will. The Eddas and the Vedas, the most ancient source we have, speak of cosmology itself in terms of "healing" the "whole" with the body as a microcosmic correspondence to that, and so the efficacy of procedure in ritual to chanting magical charms as in the Atharva Veda or Shamanic Seidr by Odin in the Eddas are all expansions on the Aryan mythological theme of "Hero Slays Dragon" or Order vs. Chaos, extracted from every Indo-European culture by Watkins in 'How to Kill the Dragon'.
So question is, how does one regulate Medicine, how does one draw its limits, given the evolution of medicine as the attaining of proximate harmony and yet, the pursuit of which overturns the limits of natural and artificial - perpetuating illness, more imbalance, decadence, unfitness, etc. as Satyr points out...?
To answer my own question, the decadence ushered in by the science of Medicine can perhaps be traced back to the motives for utilizing Anaesthesia. General anaesthesia was originally applied to de-consciousize pain as a Tolerance aid, but perhaps gradually encouraged the Transhumanist belief that suffering per se is evil and can be ended. [Religion being an anaestheisa for the soul and 'philosophers' closely bordering such soul-doctors...]
The Hedonistic Imperative behind Transhumanist 'eugenics' is where we can demarcate that line where medicine represents/ed evolution of human intelligence, and medicine as a dysgenics now.
"A large proportion of palm oil expansion occurs at the expense of biodiversity and ecosystems in the countries it is produced. Currently, a third of all mammal species in Indonesia are considered to be critically endangered as a consequence of this unsustainable development that is rapidly encroaching on their habitat.
One animal of particular importance according to conservationists is the orangutan, which has become a charismatic icon for deforestation in Borneo and Sumatra. Over 90% of orangutan habitat has been destroyed in the last 20 years, and as such, is considered “a conservation emergency” by the UN. An estimated 1000-5000 orangutans are killed each year for this development. The orangutan is a keystone species and plays a vital role in maintaining the health of the ecosystem. An example of this being the spread of rainforest seeds in Indonesia, many of which can only germinate once passed through the gut of an orangutan, hence this primate is essential for the existence of the forest. But the orangutan is not the only species affected by palm oil development; their situation represents the story of thousands of other species facing the same fate in South-East Asia."
