All posts by jacktrismegistus

I am called Jack. I am an incarnation of all the Jack's that have ever been. My opinions and philosophies are a reflection of said Jack's. The blog is entitled Inglorious Resurrection because like you I have been granted yet another chance, and like you each chance granted becomes more degenerative than the previous. And like you, I yearn for a way out. Jack is my only glimpse of hope because there is a lil Jack in all of us.

Power to the People (a poem by Jack)

When you realize who you are..

So much power and authority comes with it..

When you realize what your are the lessers offer no resistance…

They try with all their might to surreptitiously negate your authority..

Using clandestine measures to usurp your jurisprudence…

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Poisoning your minds…. Afflicting your body.. Destroying your seed.. Strongholding your myth.. Manipulating your culture… Gutting your schools… Pillaging our families… Buying our voices..

Silencing any and all attempts to break free…

But you can’t destroy who we are…

You may alter who we are..

But you can’t touch what we are…

We will rise…

We will rise again!

Know thyself…

Learn thine enemy…

Let our souls speak for us…

Our history is written across our flesh.. Our truth is blended in our DNA… Let the story be told… Let the whispers inundate… Let the whisperers persist…

Ancestry…

For the people will reclaim their birthright..

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Anything done can be undone… Anything done once can be done again…

Let the earth rescue her seed… And let the people live for love.. Let love be our truth…

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And let the earth evolve us unto a new paradigm… So that this pseudo man will perish and a new era will begin…

An era of righteousness…

That we may all walk in the Way… Or at least have the choice to choose…

The earth wants her people back…

And we will give Her– Her destiny…

Of the earth we are and of the earth we will return…

Power to the People…

For the people have Power!

Pride (a poem by Jack)

I’m not trying to know you.. Only love you..

Every last drop… Submerge myself within you until what’s me is lost and unidentifiable..

And then I’ll love myself truly.. All that I do is for you.. Why doubt my love.. Why doubt us.. Why doubt yourself… Because I break you down to build us… Because I give myself to others so that we may prosper..

I look in the mirror and see tears… Not avid weeping… But a slow trickle… The slow rhythmic arc across the cheek circumnavigates and communicates… It expresses the exact nature of our situation..

A slow.. Steady… Gradual crash… Unto a cold… Calculated surface.. I see the tear as it falls… Twinkling through time and taking so much anguish with it… Destroying any joy in it’s path…

Let my love express how it wills…
If my love crumbles you.. Let it be… If my love smothers you.. Well.. Suffocate and baptize yourself in something worth sanctifying…

They tell me I shouldn’t love you…
But I do…
They taught me not to love you…
But I do…
Everyday they give more and more reason not to love you…
But I do…

Despite it all… I learned to love what can love me more than anything else…

And I don’t need to know you… To love you…

But through loving you… I will eventually know you… And I will learn to call you by your true Name..

Hip Hop…The Gift and Curse (an analysis: does art imitate life or vice versa)

Does art imitate life or does life imitate art?

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We will examine the medium of rap or hip-hop music and its function in American culture. We will attempt to examine this expression of art from an honest– objective perspective.

There exist many influential mediums that utilize audio and visual stimulation– music and television—hip-hop is just a drop in a bucket of a larger lexicon. With each of these mediums the question of what influences what becomes blurred and almost indistinguishable. I see it as such: the 80/20 rule. The art impacts the lives that perceive it, and the creators of the art are impacted by aspects of life that they wish to convey. Art tends to imitate a portion of life that is provocative or noteworthy and it highlights and often embellishes this phenomenon.

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Life, on the other hand, is very much influenced by what it perceives. So life, or a portion of life, will reside in the comfort of the status quo– while the rebellious nature, that desires change, will often imitate art. And seek this art out as a means of expressing this innate desire for change. It then becomes a self-referential pattern if you will. Art– bringing to the forefront of society something hidden and unbeknownst to the majority. In turn the highly suggestible of society will imitate this art. From this process “pop” icons and influential figures are birthed creating their own phenomenon. Seemingly out of no where, stars are born and the strength of their gravitational pull draws people in. And for a time these figures tend to exercise an influence of power until their star power fizzles out and they are replaced by the next cultural icon.

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There is a thin line between art and propaganda…

Let us examine the art of hip-hop– art in form but a device in function. It serves many purposes in the modern era. A means of marketing… A means of venting… A medium to exchange knowledge… A means of individual expression…

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It provided quality dance music that allowed the body to freely expressive itself and tune in with energies of the natural environment. Hip-hop enlightened the youth by dropping conscious jewels. It had its flaws but it was an overall positive powerful force in American society.

But special interest became intertwined with the art. Money became their means of infiltration and manipulation. Fame became a poison, and artist placed fame above the art. Statistics and money became the major motivation of producing the art while talent and artistry began to gradually lose significance. Artist began to utilize gimmicks in aims of selling records and lost the purpose of the art form. Money became the only purpose of making the music. The art began to glorify opulence– unrealistic life styles, misogyny, violence, and drug culture. The art began to sell hope.

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Thus we have liquor companies investing heavenly into hip-hop culture—soliciting their products through song lyrics and music videos. You have the industrial prison complex having mutual interest with record labels encouraging violence and illicit drug use. You have the drug underworld “powers to be” having a vested interest in the art helping market new drugs and so forth to susceptible ears.

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And so on and so on and so on…

So hip-hop current state is in a tug-of-war.

With the advent of the Internet, music is not so much a monopoly. Generally those controlling the means of distribution and marketing the music hold all of the power. Now there are different channels for a pure artist to reach their target market. Hip-hop has a means of organically resurrecting itself. And the recent success of hip-hop artist J. Cole is encouragement enough to show that hip-hop is beginning to rebirth itself.

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People are addicted to the relate-ability and appeal of the music to their lower-selfs. Not elevating but staying within the bestial realm of the carnal senses—and this serves a purpose. So the music is marketed towards this sect. The 808s and rhythmic drums awaken and lead the subconscious, awakening the body and having it involuntarily move in conjunction with these rhythms. The mind absorbs the lyrics and registers them. The lyrics repeat over and over and begin to evoke thought. And before you know it the music becomes a part of you. You’ve imitated what you are to become. As the people begin to desire more from their music, the art form will become what it once was. The people will awaken from their comatose state, for hip-hop is the spirit of the people. As the spirit awakens the non-sense we gradually die.

Such is the nature of art it both enlightens and it condemns…

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Death by a Dream (a poem by Jack)

America dreamin…

There is a part of me that doesn’t desire anything outside of death..

But then there is the other side of me.. That normal part that my mother created.. You know.. That wants a family.. Prestige.. And love..
That part of me stands over the real me with a whip…

It won’t let me live… Because if I lived– of course it would die…

Which is the real me? I think we both know the answer to that.. If you have to force your will well then you have no true power..

Because I’m in love with death doesn’t mean I desire life any less than the next man… Life is bountiful… But death is so much more.. Life is constant chaos.. Death is momentary chaos followed by peace followed by the choice of the two.. But at least there’s a choice…
Death is freedom… Freedom is truth.. No more lies and non sense.. Just truth…

Why dream when you can simply be….
Why be of an illusion when you can simply be… No thought because you are regardless…

I think therefore you are…

Life forces you to think… Thoughts control constructs… Can’t I be without the repression of thoughts… Or am I here to justify my means.. Here to question simply for the sake of questioning..

For a finite point to evoke an infinite expression.. Provoke endless possibilities with a finite set of boundaries… And all for what?

And who’s dream has this reality become… From where do these thoughts that dominate originate… Must I remain slumbered to dream… American dreamin… Or can I awaken.. Honesty through death…

The death of a dream…

Saturn Rising (a poem by Jack)

It is the beast who creates peace and war…

It is the god who tames the beast..

It is man who gives love to the gods…

Gaze upon this Trinity… From which you are derived… Who will you let dominate who.. Isosceles… Equilateral … Or right angle of who you are or would claim to be..

Perfectly attuned to a chaotic environment… Perfected within imperfection.. Perfectly suited for this environment–but can your beast evolve… Is your god too out of touch with this reality to even care or is man: mediator between the two, too full of himself to arbitrate?

Or perhaps he’s too busy trying to survive to see any light– blinded by his own survival instincts– smothered by all five senses– inundated by your sensations…

Sensations guiding the spirit.. Empty Addictions… Pointless lust… Insatiable greed… Surrogate gods all served by men and man alike…

Is the beast allowing his nuts to drag… Irreverent of any discipline.. Combative to anything outside of licentious wanton.. Perhaps your man suckles from the nectar of the beast’s bosom…

A man who revels in war not peace turning a blind eye to any god of any nature on any level….

And beast usurps god…

As above so below… The body can’t evolve if the setting isn’t adaptable.. The mind defines the reality…

And the beast is at home amongst the shadows..

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Animosity’ s Scapegoat (a poem by Jack)

She utters curses and vitriol…
An avalanche of vile all aimed at me..

Funny thing is… She may be right..
Fate has a cruel way of depicting truth..

Chakras… The path of energy.. Expansion and motion… Sublime feeling…. As on a cloud… Stars bursting and no question is asked..

It’s me versus perception at this point… My body thinks it’s real but all an illusion of the mind…

Say you’ll hate me like no other… I just want something unique: to call my own..

Let my heart pound with the intensity of emanate fear when in your presence… I just wanna be all the way alive…

Curses from all direction… Who but I am chosen to withstand it all… Completely sober… Absorbing… Ingesting the disgust… The animosity is at a pinnacle…Puts me on edge but the come down is so relaxing…

If he knew better he’d do better… That’s the only calming words they can utter…

They shit exactly what you feed em.. A mantra that keeps me sane.. If you don’t feed em they can no longer shove their shit in your face..

It’s all a joke…

They’ll always find a way to shove their shit on you… You just have to be at a far enough distance so that it doesn’t stick..

Let them drown in their own shit.. But for now the filth is all I have to hold on to… All I have keeping alive..

So resume your verbal assault.. You.. You… You… And her…

Eye understand…

And I see…

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 1 (2014): Analysis of Power

The extremely popular action/drama Hunger Games is yet another depiction of a Dystopian society in which the working class revolts against the ruling elite. A la “V for Vendetta” an old white man is penned as the enemy– serving as the symbol of a patriarchal dominant society being ruled without balance.

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Although, it would appear your typical underdog narrative, I will examine the story from a cynical eye, and perhaps the story isn’t so much what it is presumed to be.

Enter the Mockingjay. The pervading symbol and theme of the plebeian throughout the film. It is the representative of freedom, choice, and harmony– for the Mocking jay sings in harmonious unison with its peers.

But is freedom truly what they are fighting for?

Or is it simply the lesser of two evils that they are fighting for?

A duality is presented in the film. Dualities always provide a unique phenomenon to the human experience because on some level the mind automatically antagonizes the two sides against each other. The conscious mind would assume that they are opposing sides just because the two are juxtaposed. Yet these “opposing sides” within the film are more alike than dissimilar.

The phrase “Anyone can be replaced” is uttered by a prominent character within the plebeian hierarchy–Plutarch Heavensbee. This phrase alone implicates so much. It informs the viewer that we too are a machine and every cog in the machine is disposable and replaceable. Just because we are rebelling against a corrupt system we too are a system. We too have power that we will exercise and infringe upon the individual one way or another.

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Thus, the outer shell of each system of rule may be slightly different, but the brain inside the monsters are eerily similar. The brain of the current system is headed by President Snow– who represents the patriarchal dominant elite. The brain of the system seeking to usurp the current system is Plutarch Heavensbee– which coincidence enough was once a prominent figure within the old system. They both use similar tactics and have similar mindsets. They both are obsessed with Katniss and want to use her as a means to further their cause. They both are heavy into using images as a means to manipulating public opinion. They both understand the strength Of symbols and use them to further their cause.

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Fear seemed to be the most prominent control mechanism used during the film. Both sides utilized it. The ruling party used fear to secure and maintain the status quo and to dissuade the rebellious. The rebels used fear to inspire said rebellion and to make “a statement” in the face of the ruling party.

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An interesting point that the film highlighted were the challenges of detaching from the comfort of the norm and starting over–leaving all the comfort and amenities to start fresh and with nothing. The personal greed of the individual provides the foundation of class structured societies. Nobody wants to “lose” what they have in order to help the next man. They would much rather sacrifice the next man for their own sustainability. This transitionary period creates the most disdain. The period between leaving the old and beginning again is the hardship many do not want to bare. This can be paralleled with any class structured society, because the capturers provide enough reason for the captured to love being captive.

It is interesting enough that the rebels are quelling one system of bureaucracy to replace it with another. Propaganda is a strong tool utilized by both sides. Strict edicts are an effective tool utilized by both sides. Minus the hope and justified inspiration is one side anymore right? Ironically enough with the nature of power and the nature of systems the ultimate outcome will have an inevitable end.

The axiom that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely may always hold true when leadership is held by the unrighteous. The same class structures will persist. The same inequalities will find themselves manifesting and the monster simply will be rebirthing herself anew!

The monster will have a new exterior but the core makeup of the monster of the system has not changed at all. As above so below, and she will inevitably show her true nature.

So the question remains: how do we attain true freedom?

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This film leaves me with more questions than answers. It does examine the pitfalls of big government. It is more than apparent that in order for a large government to work the freedoms of the majority must be sacrificed. And to trade freedoms for comforts is not what a true individual wants, but I can understand why very few choose to leave the comfort of passivity.

One thing for sure is that this film awakens a rebellious seed within all of us. It may never be brought to fruition for the majority of onlookers, but the fact that this film is grossly popular is proof that it does indeed exist.

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Island Fever… (a poem by Jack)

Cold wind…

Tender face.. Listless embrace…

Heaven is on the other side…but my mind isn’t there right now.. It’s far off in another galaxy… Seeking a fallen sun, an illuminated earth.. And a forsaken moon…

Wondering how I too can make my heaven real… But my mind isn’t there..

It’s somewhere else… Somewhere thinking about it..

And “it” is the most accurate expression I can use.. Because it’s all inclusive and implies so much without taking away any..

So my mind is somewhere on it.. Trying to figure it all out.. But it’s impossible to speak… Because it knows no confinement.. So it just remains what it is… An infinite sea of thoughts… With no beginning and no end…

I sit as an island.. Formless and void.. But no man is an island… So I crafted myself a land mass of lies and illusion… So I too can be a manifestation… An island within a sea… A land mass broken off and floating somewhere near the coast of California..

And now I’m here..
With you..
In these words..
In your thoughts…
A glint in your tertiary lens…

Brisk wind…

With it on my mind…

Is my honesty too strong…(a poem by Jack)

Is my honesty too strong…

Too daunting and too much to take in…

I get it… Too much honesty must be a lie… I mean how can one love so much…How can one possible have that much passion… Feel that deeply…

There must be lies wrapped in that vortex of expression..

After all.. I’m too unbeautiful to be cherished by another… I don’t even love me… Yet you expect me to believe that you see through all of that..

That you have a 3rd eye… One that burns through the haze that any facade can muster… You can actually see me for me?

Lol… There is no facade… I am as ugly as I am beautiful… For you to only acknowledge my beauty is to deny half of who I am… And it’s not me who you love but half of me… And the rest some bull shit you just made up…

And the part of me you deny… What do you suppose I do with that… Keep it hidden? Repressed? Smother it with shame until it suffocates only to be resurrected at a later time… At a time when your 3rd eye will conveniently fail you… And I no longer conceal my unbeauty… Which by now becomes full blown ugly…

An ugly who’s only companion is chaos…

Can my chaos disrupt our structure.. Will you grow mad with the chaos… Will your love keep you sane…will your love be the salvation of my chaos…

Or perhaps your love really isn’t all you thought it to be…

Or maybe just maybe… Your love will abandon us both..

Let that truth reverberate…

Or is my honesty too strong?

Creativity (Is it yours… Or ours?)

It is said that we do not see with our eyes, but with our brains. Our eyes merely act as a lens to what we can perceive. Our brain can only see as much as our range of perception.

As I stated in a previous blog, I do not believe as human beings that we are creative beings. I do not believe that we can be the impetus of anything creative. Creativity implies that we can spontaneously create something out of nothing. I do not believe that we create anything in any arena of life from art to children. All that which we presumable create is merely the end result of a chain of occurrences—that being manifestation on this physical plane of existence the final result. We are merely conductors or purveyors of ideals and objects deemed creative. I believe all minds are unique and operate on different frequencies. Some minds are able to perceive beyond what the “typical” mind can perceive, their range of perception is oriented differently. They become a purveyor of that which is outside of the superficial. And by superficial I mean the things by which have their bases in this physical realm.
I do not believe everyone has the same level of access to this realm, so each of our conductors are all important and add something to the collective consciousness. They may pool from the same pool of information but the manner and things attained are unique.
Even though I do not believe that anyone is creative, for simplicity purposes I still refer to these people as creative individuals. These people include: poets, writers, scientist, artist, doctors, technologist, etc. — pretty much anything that draws upon ideals that are outside the grasp of the common man. These individuals have gifts and it is to up to them how they cultivate these gifts and by what means that they use the gifts. They can be gods unto themselves and utilize these gifts for their own desires or they can be of the “Creator” and use these gifts to benefit those in need or the collective.
Why monetize your art when it could help expand the perception of another in one way or another? Can you put a price on the collective growth of humanity? Do you have that right? If so, that makes you a god–but of what nature?
I do believe there is a percentage among us who have gifts. There are those among us who have perception into realities that are beyond the scope of this physical realm but have complete consequence in this realm. There are plenty among us that have the slightest idea of their potential—and are often ridiculed for their “differences”. I do believe that the current manner in which our brain is wired creates much friction. It doesn’t allow many of these gifts to manifest properly. It doesn’t allow many of these gifts to cultivate properly. And this creates for many scars on the psyche of individuals and much of the psycho-somatic backlash within individuals. Many of these gifts are beyond the scope of art or what we typical attribute to being creative. Many of these gifts are necessary for the progression of man but aren’t yet ready to be accepted by the majority of man. For man fears collective change yet will always follow suit once change has proven right.
And of course there are always those who seek to profit from man’s state of stagnate.

My first time pondering about this topic was in 2006 while in college and is as follows: There is no such thing as imagination. There is nothing tangible that one can grasp in the physical realm. Imagination is a realm of its own, a realm of information–decipherable, purposeful and in existence. Men cannot and has not thought of anything “new”. All ideas, concepts, and beings are translated through the realm of imagination. They all are alive and exist but to what extent, where and why is the question. Man is not a creative being; man is a tool who has the ability to tap into many realms and one being that of the eternal source. There are other entities around us that do not have this luxury… Our outer layer of skin operates as a brain in function if you will–it receives information–this information is communicated through art, but isn’t decoded by the actual brain like typical information is gathered from the other 5 senses.–As above so below–cosmic information is gathered and sent through light–received through skin–hair–melanin–decoding and communicating this information is the gift. Being able to decipher and understanding this information is taking the gift to the next level. Utilizing this information to better yourself and others is taking the gift to the highest level.

Dreams…art…inventions…vibrations…
Thanks for reading… Share your thoughts…

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