Leben zu zerstören – zu töten – ist kein Verzicht?

Leben zu schützen, zu achten, zu respektieren, ist ein Verzicht?

Auf welcher Seite der Gleichung bewegt sich das Denken von Jemandem?

Ist er oder sie pro-Tötung nichtmenschlichem tierischen Lebens? Oder ist er oder sie eins, zusammenfühlend, -denkend und -handelnd mit den so anderen, so bewundernswerten Lebenwesen, die wir Tiere nennen?

Destruktivität ist nicht nur immer Ausdruck  der eigenen Selbstdestruktivität, Destruktivität ist auch die Folge verantwortungslosem Denkens, das ist ein Denken, das nicht fähig ist die großen Bezüge vom “Selbst” hin zur unbegrenzten Außenwelt herzustellen.

Vegan sein heißt Leben zu achten. Das der anderen Lebenwesen, das eigene und das Leben als Ganzes, die ganze Welt in ihrer Komplexität.

Vegan sein ist kein Verzicht.

( Eine ungleiche Gleichung: Töten oder verstehen lernen wollen )

Eine Anmerkung zur Auswahl dieser Grafik: die Frage warum sich das Problem des Tötens bei Raubtieren anders gestaltet als beim Menschen, muss man gesondert thematisieren. Aber eines das ich dazu aber grundsätzlich sagen will ist, das unsere Verantwortlichkeit und undere Rolle auf dieser Welt, und unser Sinn, ein eigener ist und ein selbstgegebener. Wenn nichtmenschliche Tiere andere Tiere töten, liegt das im Bereich ihrer Lebensweise und ihrer Lebensethik. Die Lebensphilosophien allen existierenden Lebens haben Schnittstellen miteinander, die sich auf differenzierte und diefferenzierbare Weise zueinander verhalten können.

ill and vegan, it’s just ok
A: As a vegan you ought not to fall ill, because if you do, somebody might blame it on your diet.
B: Really?

money makes the values that represent the values of the human system in a “tangible” or “measurable” way
A: I think the monetary system feeds itself also from the demand / consumption pattern, the willingness of people to buy too much. The crux is, without buying power there won’t be any jobs. So either we buy and have jobs, or … what???
B: Something else is the crux, namely that the entire human system bases or an exploitative enmity towards the rest of nature.

fantasy / perspectives

reality / mutual concern

A THOUGHT BY ME: I don’t want to be a lie. I am neither man, nor woman nor neutrum.
These are such HUUUUUGE identity frameworks.
Gender only concerns me insofar that I am against any type of sterotyping,
especially the kind of sterotyping where people pidgeohole themselves willingly.

By Magi Nabarz ( http://www.myspace.com/nabarz )

I call on Verethragna, as the Boar, may he rage through the ranks of the Basiji the Iranian Islamic police, may their riots shield shatter, may their helmets and viziers mist up, may their body armour fall, may their batons slip out or their hands. May they break rank and disperse.

I call on the goddess Anahita, lady of the waters, may she give courage to the demonstrators, may she help them to continue the struggle, may she provide love and nourishment to those already arrested and heading into the pits of the Islamic regime’s prison. May she bring light into prison cells.

I call on Mithra, may the lord of truth walk beside all who are fighting the Great Lie that is the Islamic regime, may he support all the bloggers who are telling the truth and let their messages reach out to wide world.

I call on the Sun at his height, may his light and warmth feed the fire and passion of the demonstrators.

I call on Atar, lord of fire, once again burn the three headed beast that stole the Divine Glory (right of rulership), may the right of rulership be returned to the people, and their voices and votes counted.

I call on Vayu, lord of wind, to blow away deceit, to interfere with police helicopters and stop them flying, to shorten the breath of the Islamic police and stop them chasing protestors. May the Basijis be out of breath, and tired.

I call on Tishtrya, the star Sirius, lord of rain, summer Solstice marks your time, Tir take thy form of Young Man/Woman, and march beside the Youth of the Persian nation, as they march towards black clothed police. Show them how you overcame the darkness before.

I call on Homa may she heal the wounded, may she remove the demonstrators bullets wounds, and baton bruises. May she fuse the demonstrators with ecstasy and joy and remove fear from their minds.

I fly to of mount Davamand and I call the gods of my Ancestors: Verethragna, Anahita, Mithra, Atar, Vayu, Tishtrya, Homa liberate your land of Persia. Return to thy rightful place and land, thy children in their time of darkness I beg of thee.

Come in their hour of need, and hold the line against the coming hordes, thy temples shall be rebuilt and past glory restored. You have not been forgotten.

All this I call at Summer Solstice, the height of sun’s power.

Summer Solstice is called Tirgan in Iran, or Persia.

Any political correctness melts with images of the Islamic religious police, the Basijis beating and killing protestors.

My creed of love and peace, takes a tea break.

I see my arms transform into hawk’s wings, my head into a falcon, each breath takes me deeper, as avenging Horus emerges. Shaking with love and anger for an oppressed nation. It’s Father’s day tomorrow, so I take the mantel of Horus, son risen to avenge all the father’s killed and imprisoned by Iranian government in last 30 years, Osiris slain and risen god. Horus with his right eye the sun and left eye the moon.

I flap my wings in face of Basijis and blind them, so their aim misses their target and the protestors; my croak a distraction to the black shirts.

I call on Verethragna, as the Boar may rage through the ranks of Islamic police, may their riots shield shatter, may their helmets and vizers mist up, may their body armour fall, may their batons slip out or their hands.

As Mithra Yasht says:
“We sacrifice unto Mithra, the lord of wide pastures, …. sleepless, and ever awake;
‘Before whom Verethraghna, made by Ahura, runs opposing the foes in the shape of a boar, a sharp-toothed he-boar, a sharp-jawed boar, that kills at one stroke, pursuing, wrathful, with a dripping face; strong, with iron feet, iron forepaws, iron weapons, an iron tail, and iron jaws;
‘Who, eagerly clinging to the fleeing foe, along with Manly Courage, smites the foe in battle, and does not think he has smitten him, nor does he consider it a blow till he has smitten away the marrow and the column of life, the marrow and the spring of existence.
‘He cuts all the limbs to pieces, and mingles, together with the earth, the bones, hair, brains, and blood of the men who have lied unto Mithra.
‘For his brightness and glory, we offer him a sacrifice worth being heard”.

So again I call on the goddess Anahita, lady of the waters, may she give courage to the demonstrators, may she help them to continue the struggle, may she provide love and nourishment to those already arrested and heading into the pits of the Islamic regime’s prison. May she bring light into prison cells.

I call on Mithra, may the lord of truth walk beside all who are fighting the Great Lie that is the Islamic regime, may he support all the bloggers who are telling the truth and let their messages reach out to wide world.

I call on the Sun at his height, may his light and warmth feed the fire and passion of the demonstrators.

I call on Atar, lord of fire, once again burn the three headed beast that stole the Divine Glory (right of rulership), may the right of rulership be returned to the people, and their voices and votes counted.

I call on Vayu, lord of wind, to blow away deceit, to interfere with police helicopters and stop them flying, to shorten the breath of the Islamic police and stop them chasing protestors. May the Basijis be out of breath, and tired.

I call on Tishtrya, the star Sirius, lord of rain, summer Solstice marks your time, Tir take thy form of Young Man/Woman, and march beside the Youth of the Persian nation, as they march towards black clothed police. Show them how you overcame the darkness before.

I call on Homa may she heal the wounded, may she remove the demonstrators bullets wounds, and baton bruises. May she fuse the demonstrators with ecstasy and joy and remove fear from their minds.

Brightest of Blessings!

Magi Nabarz

The mind and the thoughts are free – good that it’s so – but why does my mind whirl in thoughts, I mean, why is my mind constantly occupied with thinking and with thoughts?

When I hear the word LOVE – I do think. When I hear a dog barking – I think. When I hear a car that went fast stopping – I think. When I hear a weather forcast – I think. When I see the picture of a politician – I think. When I read the results of a poll – I think. When I see the packed shopping cart of the customer in a supermarket – I think. Would I speak all my thoughts, the result was an ongoing river of speech, starting from dawn to the mid of night.

I rethink
I prethink
sometimes I think solo
sometimes in a choir
I think black
I think blue
I think as a man
I think as a woman
I think soft
I think hard
I think at the goal
I think at the start
I think in darkness
I think in light
I don’t think
when I am in love
I think high
I think deep
I think, think, think
until my star has called for me.

Have just been reading Hannah Arendt ‘ s study on Totalitarianism, but how she takes the African culture as race in a form „as if” contrastable to other cultures and races, gives me a severe headache. I already swallowed the fact that Arendt is a homocentrist, which many intellectuals are. But I’m disappointed to find out that she has a blind spot with Human Rights as well.

I assume that both of these blind spots or deficits have a graspable reason. The reason for untying culture from what we call „race”, has something to do with the degrading image of countries the West once called „3rd World countries”: These countries were considered to be culturally „less developed” , a formulation which only sought to hide the claim of a higher self-relevance. As if just certain cultures had been the cradles of important cultural heritages.

The other problem, that with homocentrim, has something to do with the perpetual belief in the philosphical, religious and political tradition of denouncing nature: self-autonomy. But however, as far as regards the question of oppresion: the origin of oppression shares an equal source. But not just in totalitarianism though.