RESPECTFULLY IN:VOK:ING ALL PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE MEMBERS AND ALLIES VARIOUS HANDS, LOCAL 23, DETROIT CHAPTER – DETROIT PROMETHEAN SOCIETY – DETROIT AREA DEPROGRAMMING ALLIANCE & SPIRITUAL WARRIORS OF ALL DENOMINATIONS FOR INTENTIONAL, NON-HIERARCHICAL, COLLECTIVE RESISTANCE THAT RECOGNIZES THE POWERS AT PLAY & WHAT IS REALLY AT STAKE
FACT CHECK: WE LIVE IN A MAGICKAL UNIVERSE
THE GEOGRAPHIC AREA CURRENTLY KNOWN AS DETROIT IS, HAS BEEN & WILL BE SACRED GROUND. The matrix, the grid, which many will recognize as the tree and the pillars, used here is an attempt to mediate the energy that thrives here into systems of control, consumption and death. DETROIT IS A SPIRITUAL BATTLEFIELD, you know this in your bones.
Proposal: Let us, together and apart, continue the historical practice of many groups and individuals here, to do ritual, say prayers, chant and throw curses to shift power. The vision that was planted in my brain still remains. Hesse’s “For Madwomen Only” remixed. If I were to put all my heart and my all being into the struggle at hand it would look and feel something like this.
This is my expression of the voice that silently wakes me every morning at 3am. I inuit that some of you know this voice. This is a call to the madwomen, shamen, mutants, healers, prophets, clerics, street sorcerers and medicine women. If nothing else, this, maybe more than anything else, this will scare the shit out of them. If they are still men, in the middle of the night it will creep up on them. It scares me. I’m not at my strongest, in some ways I’m more broken than I’ve ever been. Maybe that’s the sweet spot.
Maybe this is where I share what I know more than I have, without the veneer. I’ve studied the Book of Job and the story of Faust for the majority of my time here. If, in fact, God and the Devil play dice with the universe, I intuit that people of both faith and science are invited to influence the roll with our thoughts, actions and deeds.
THE VISION THAT WAS PLANTED IN MY BRAIN STILL REMAINS.
FOR MADWOMEN ONLY
IF I WERE TO PUT ALL MY HEART AND MY ALL BEING INTO THE STRUGGLE AT HAND IT WOULD LOOK AND FEEL SOMETHING LIKE THIS. THIS IS MY EXPRESSION OF THE VOICE THAT SILENTLY WAKES ME EVERY MORNING AT 3AM. I’VE SENT THIS TO YOU BECAUSE I INTUIT YOU KNOW THAT VOICE. THIS IS A CALL TO THE MADWOMEN, SHAMEN, MUTANTS, HEALERS, PROPHETS, CLERICS, STREET SORCERERS AND MEDICINE WOMEN.
THE SIGN SAID THE WORDS OF THE PROPHETS WERE WRITTEN ON THE WALLS I SAY THEY ARE WRITTEN IN OUR DNA. WE ARE INFINITE BEINGS HAVING A FINITE EXPERIENCE THAT WE IS DETERMINED BY OUR LIVES. THIS IS NOT OUR CITY, BUT WE ARE ITS CARE TAKERS AND WE MUST STAND UP TO PROTECT IT.