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WHERE THE NOMADIC SOCIOPOLITICAL -PHILOSOPHICAL MADMAN, DOUG JACKSON CONTINUES HIS ARGUMENT WITH THE UNIVERSE. 




The State of America: A Journal by Doug Jackson is the first in a collection of day-to-day commentaries upon contemporary American life. Doug Jackson shares his experiences, both spiritual and political, with his reader, in this journey through the crossroads of evolution. Considered to be the voice in the wilderness, Jackson's words will reverberate throughout many generations. 

Welcome readers to Jackson County, act accordingly...

Suspended Time...

It is true that we live in an extremely violent universe wherever life is, but with the awareness of consciousness we are in control of that violence, of how and what we create.  Primates had no choice I suppose, neither did the mollusc, but when we develop a nuclear bomb for territorial, political or economic dominance it disgusts me.  As the bully on the playground so the politician.  They are no different, suffering from insecurities.  In this stage of evolution it is certain that we are to fail.  Continuing on this cycle, what’s next and how long until we get there?   I have not given up on the human race, not in theory but without picturing the total devastation that we are facing, soon enough, we are unable to see the big picture.  The voice speaks loudly: “WE HAVE BEEN HERE SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME, get it through your head Jackson, what now Jackson?” 

I have no answer for the voice and/or voices in my head but I do have a gripe to raise with the powers that be.  To the banks, the corporations and insurance leeches, I spit on you.  With the vile distaste that sits on the edge of our tongues, I spit on you.  For the high-cost medicine, the houses that forgo foreclosure and to the billboards that preach Jesus, up yours. More tea sir? Up yours.  I am more than tired in dealing with a society of irrelevance. Religious traditions are good for the children and idle minded, but what of the evolutionist that resists to go away, shall I stand a constant contradiction?  I suppose so, otherwise suicide would seem efficient, unless we are all on the clock for reason.  As the star is dated with a time to eventually die, as are we.  To understand why an eleven year old girl falls victim to a hit and run from a heroin addict driving reckless pervades me.  Faulted society perhaps, or else the girl would have spent a minute extra looking for her jacket and fate would have been different. Why some live to ninety-years old and others are short-lived we will never know, but as the universe spins, all have a time to go after fulfilling their need.  Unless life, all universes included are random acts of selfishness and pointlessness.  That of course is doubtful being that we are in an infantile stage of evolution in relation to the universe. 

What fuels these feelings of depression?  Failure perhaps, or maybe it’s the constant lack of fulfillment in a world of chaos, greed and selfishness.  It’s no wonder that I feel out of place: I am out of place and time. Hate, sacrilege, pride, trampled pride and a paycheck enslave us.  Where is the right in anything anymore?  Give it 5 billion years and the universe might collapse in on itself, freeze over, sitting still and motionless.  What than? What of the cars and jewelry, why not spoil oneself, one might ask.  Why not? Because people are starving, poor, unhealthy, children are being raped, people fall victim to drug addiction and lethargy in regards to humanity.  So, why not? Because there is already too much at stake before evolution decides to lose its patience with us.  The earth is already acting in proper fashion towards a much warranted disgust from pollution and self-inflicted destruction.

A Declaration of Spirit

The United States inherits the world's greed.  This nation is in fact, the devil's playground: a recess of mind & spiritual manipulation.  Education has become a joke; Schools produce drop-outs, soldiers and a workforce of the broken-will by the age of twenty.  Why do we feel so lost?  That voice that needs to fulfill a void you cannot explain is the soul.  What moves us, lust for paper, lust for flesh or material?  The double-edged sword is the “HUMAN" and the "SOUL.  Societies is set for us to play and win, play and struggle, play and lose or to not play and still lose, finally, left to starve.   Perhaps, it is not man's destiny to evolve any further from where he is now.  It seems the opposite is happening.  Family value is strangled by thoughtless overpopulation, honesty is demoralized and courtesy is meaningless.  Proper American etiquette died with Kennedy.  As a race, (humans) do we ever welcome change?  Why change when we have disease, rape, theft and murder on a regular basis.  If we changed with a sense of compassion than the laws along with society would adapt.  The gas chambers and needle only bear the resemblance of revenge, not change.  Although, I do not object to the Death Penalty, we all are doing 25 to life.  But the brutality of the Old Testament seems a bit out-dated for an evolving race.  Which presses on the further question; Have we gone as far as we could?  With only eight or ten percent of the brain being tapped in, it seems we are missing the point of life; to understand and evolve. 

In the economy of Nature, form and substance must move together.  Americans, myself included, act as parasites the majority of the time, unfortunately this is the nature of the capitalist.  If the soul is watered and fed, it will grow.  It will grow with Nature in the actual awareness that Nature is all around us living and fulfilling their destiny.  Certainly not to kill, rape, and steal from each other. I've yet to understand the actions of senseless abuse and violence.   A racist does not believe in Karma.  Our actions affect everything, to think less would be wasteful.  What goes up comes down because of gravity.  What goes around already left to start again.  We must correct our patterns of hate and neglect before it is literally too late.

During times of terror and disaster, Americans slightly sober up to the provincial fact; we are one. As Americans, it is in our DNA to revolt. It is our nature as a generation to right the wrong and tear down Tyranny's anti-intellectual systematic confusion.  Man's discomfort in public situations is highly evident, he is unnatural. Man puts on a face in the morning and takes it off at night, until finally, brainwashed and caught inside a world, stained by venom.  The Placement of the soul's characteristics are personally, rather cosmically driven. Certain souls are placed in certain times where they are needed. Picture a pool table, cued up, ready to go and BANG! Which pocket will your soul land? (America, the land of revolution?) Where is my revolution?  Gandhi had the Britt’s, Jesus, had the money-changers.  I suppose all revolutions spur from dormant and tormented souls.  Has my awareness of this unspoken void posed an unsolvable problem?  I don't think so, power lies in numbers and in sharing this awareness of compassion, perhaps the Domino Effect will take its course.  All of life is a scientific experiment.  How much time and study (effort) we put into our equations determines whether or not they bear fruit.

One must at all times guard their soul.  Never fully trust when man speaks.  Dissect his sentences and declare his motives.  Your enemy is your sparring partner, a teacher of sorts. Patience and control of one's hatred and envy is a valuable lesson.  Do not let one's own hindrance differ your thoughts.  Modern-man is a salesman.  The signs are all there blaring at us.  Death is a cycle of nature but all around us is great poverty, and great suffering.  It is my belief that with great compassion man can raise up from his sub-par existence.  Without compassion life is cold, dead and unpleasant. 

Defeat lies patient & overfed.
ENVY DESTROYS the good.

...On the outskirts of the galaxy, barely a speck I sit.  Anger, hunger, depression, the hopes, dreams, & livelihood, what matters? Internally in turmoil, the focus is survival.  Like our ancestors of yesterday, an opposing view of universal unimportance crosses my mind. What of Darwin?  Sense and reason tell me there is more to the game than what we know, being an infant race with little or no control over our brain and physiology.  It’s recently come to light that every star we can see has the potential of planets, some inhabited by life.  Imagine for a moment, every visible star in the night sky might have a planet with beings looking back with the same wonder and awe.  “Is there life out there?”  We are so far apart, who knows if we’ll ever make communication.  I know on this planet many feel the similar way, but elsewhere in the galaxy, is there someone as beat down both mentally and physically as I?  do they have the woes and monetary constraints of this society? Is health insurance, and the whereabouts of next month’s medicine a concern?  I’ve never felt more alone than I do at this moment.  I’ve cloaked my depression with a lot of work, hard work, and as of now, these past few months amount to a heap of nothingness, a waste of spacetime and the 96% of dark matter/energy that we have no understanding of.
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Doug Jackson, now...

“God willing and Seven Hail Mary’s, in twenty-six days I will be back in New York for a moment to breath and regroup. Everybody possesses a certain fake bone in their body. Understandable, although certain ignorance towards appreciation draws a line. The mongrels and scum might rule the streets but from where I sit the apparent answer lay: WE ARE DOOMED.”
Thursday, November 27th, 2008

Asphyxiation:
Like the rat swallowed by the snake, I stand out. Disproportionate to the rest of the universe in motion, I sit entranced by molecular beams of idiocy & lathered in juvenile disgust, I sit.  The blood inside me feels calm.  My body is relaxed despite the aches and soreness of lifting weights again, perhaps the state of exhausting energy helps with the rest of the day.  I am trying to get that same feeling in my head.  “Confuse the muscles,” a voice peers in.  In response, I am tackling three books at once now, all different angles with a near same perspective.  And from here down on the ground I attempt to deny the ego control of my emotions and lethargy towards life.  My attitude may lie somewhat below par but my soul understands just how high the stakes are right now.  I cannot huddle away to a dark corner and hope that someone reads what I write and is moved, I need to be shouting in the face of the public.  Well, that’s only half wrong in theory, we tried that already.  And speaking to the public is what got me in this position that I’m in now.  A voice speaks curiously; “So, I ask this Jackson, what’s next?”  Well, for now it’s bussing the tables of the wasteful overzealous and wicked in hopes to stack enough money so I can carry on elsewhere.  Where I decide to carry on to, or where the stars see fit is the question.  As touched upon earlier, England next year, but honestly, I am not even sure about next week, except for this hole.  I seem to have spent whatever energy I had left to spare in caring.  I just don’t care much anymore, I’m sorry, it’s just how I am feeling.  In accepting those feelings does that mean I quit?  Normally, I’m not one to throw in the towel, regardless of how much time is on the clock or how much we are down by and as for making music, well that was the exception.  The rap industry, and the powers that be froze me out, starved me out.  See rap, was never meant to be and when it took the turn for the socially conscious, the powers that be sent agents in to poison it.  Look at it now, children with tight jeans hanging off of their ass rapping about jewelry, clothes and cars.  Very if-feminine, something is wrong there.  One could say that I chose the wrong profession but rapping was never a profession choice, I rapped to expose and express societal disgust towards tyranny.  I was never in it for a dollar or even the meal ticket, I never saw things in such a way.  But here, this attempt, attempt at being human, wholly human is beginning to slip further to the abyss each day.
Lately life resembles a continuous and uncomfortable dream with subtle moments of rest.  Not to say that fatigue is high right now, physically speaking I feel good.  It’s the mental part.  I’ve begun to realize the maze’s dimensions and inescapability I am facing.  Dreams end as will this life and it’s not a question of when I am asking.  It’s why.  Why be, why be here, there, or anywhere if not for reason?  Accidents happen, all by reason, even if broken down to physical law or personal negligence.  But 4.5 Billion years in the making…  Why?  Conscious life may be a perversion of pleasure, pain and guilt and very exclusive, being there isn’t any intelligent life for light-years, if any and if there is intelligent, conscious life, than why have we been ignored for so long?  That fact measures up the hate and degradation of this planet.  Isn’t anyone else upset with our way of life?  The poor are. 
In all regards and respect to the universe, who am I to question the soul?  Who am I to question anything for that matter?  Well, I am, as you are, an entity of the universe.  The real question is, why are we conscious?  The most important question in my eyes.  Like the physicist I am not bothered with the past, present and future, because all is.  God is as much as the tree as he is a portrait of Caesar Borgia.  But of more concern is whether consciousness is a gift or a punishment.  Stars, planets, asteroids, helium and hydrogen all go through a struggle to survive.  We, as humans analyze, dissect and work to control what is, and what is consciousness?  So much has evolved, expanded, collapsed, had supernova’d, turned red dwarf, turned black hole, froze, melted, combined to form a galaxy and we are able to discuss such occurrences, observe plants grow and judge right from wrong, but why?  We, all of us are the eyes and ears so to speak for the universe.  Why is it that we waste this gift of life with exploitation, domination and overbearing greed?

Doug Jackson, now...




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