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Before I began a ten year descent into ever darker places, I wrote a rough draft of some lyrics for a song that never got written let alone sung – Spiritual Man.

The draft is clunky, but I kept it and published it in its raw ugliness on my blog sometime ago. There’s something about those words that resonate within me even now, having been through capitalism’s wringer and emerged semi intact on the other side.

Spiritual Man was the last piece of creative work I did for ten years in any format it hints at an inner struggle that I wasn’t entirely aware of. The fact that I wrote nothing for ten years suggests that I almost lost the battle.

The struggle is one we all face. It is the search for our own inner voice amidst the shrill cacophony of consumerism, nihilism and look-at-me-ism that intrudes on our day to day lives. It is the recognition of our own spirituality.

Now, let’s be clear. I don’t regard myself as a “religious” person. In fact, I have an almost psychopathic fear of organised religion which I put down to surviving my secondary Catholic school years. Spirituality, to me, is the very essence of who we are and what we have the potential of becoming. 

A large part of spirituality is creativeness.

People have the potential to create in different ways. They can grow things, cultivate things, work with their hands, draw, paint, sculpt, parent, write, compose and love to name a few. Mainstream does not want us to create, unless we agree to create within a very narrow framework. Pop music is content, Movies are exercises in propaganda and nobody reads books anymore. But if you’re prepared to sell your soul and write inanities encouraging unthinking compliance and political correctness, there’s a fat cheque waiting with your name on it.

As far as mainstream society is concerned, our role is clear. We must consume more, buy more, tear down more, shit more and encourage everyone else to do the same. We are meant to be unfeeling automated bots that plug in to the system to keep it running. There is no time for introspection and quietness is not encouraged. We measure people by career success, house size and trophy wives.

We must live shallow lives to fit in. I drank the Kool-Aid. I chased dollars and I forgot who I was. Four years ago, I snapped. I’d made some terrible business decisions, one after the other, effectively going double or nothing and losing again and again and again.  Like a drowning man clutching at a straw, I started to write. The writing was bitter, and twisted but strangely cleansing. I wrote four or five pieces and then went under.

Seriously under – like planning my own demise under.

 I saw myself as finished and a failure. It was a very dark place, a place that was entirely of my own making. Fortunately for me, I stumbled across a way to use my writing ability to generate an income. It wasn’t salad days by any means, but it felt good to actually do something I liked doing and get paid for it.

I could say that it was the first step of a long way back. Except that, I never came back. I went somewhere else. That somewhere has allowed me to smell the roses. I’ve read more extensively in the last four years than I have in the last twenty. That reading has led me to investigate all religions and to critically look at politics. I’ve peeked behind the curtain and found that the machine is run by psychopathic idiots who demand total subservience. I’ve said no, I want no part of this.

 I think that’s what happens to those of us who get damaged by the system. We take time to not only think, but to go back and look at the bones of who we were. We poke and prod at the beast that nearly consumed us and we don’t like what we see. For our own sanity we dare to think and to create things for the sheer joy of creation. 

In doing so, we seek transcendence by daring to contemplate our spirituality and our divinity.  

We are reclaiming our humanity and in doing so, in our own small way are winning our battle. Spirituality, it seems is the ultimate act of rebellion.

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2 thoughts on “The Ultimate Act of Rebellion is Spirituality”
  1. The beast exists whether we are crawling in it’s belly or studying it with bemusement. It ceases to exist when you stop acknowledging it. 4 years of hell scarred me for life. How you survived nearly 40 years of it is a testament to some sort of masochistic endurance, and I hope your cathartic musings helps heal your PTSD. But I ask you this; did Steven King sell his soul for literary fame? Waving the counter-hegemonic black flag doesn’t pay the bills, but it might just keep us sane.

    1. G’day mate.
      I’m really sorry to hear that you had a bad time. As for Mr King, you may remember that I was a huge fan of his. I still reckon the Dark Tower is one of the best pieces of dark fantasy ever written. But read 22 11 63 and the answer about his selling his soul lies within. Anyone who can so easily stick to the official narrative is compromised or stupid. I don’t think he’s stupid.
      If he sold his soul- did Jimmy Page?
      It’s time we caught up and had a beer send me your ph # or address via the contact page and we’ll make it happen.

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