On Existential Mystery and Robber Barons Masked as People's Reformers
No robber baron is entitled to hijacking our connection to the world.
This story is about philosophy. It is also about the history of my people and the Great Reset.
I find it awe-inspiring how our individual circumstance and emotions are shaped by history that spans centuries and generations. History shapes us through our parents, and their parents, and their parents, and major historical events, and kings and robber barons from a long time ago whose individual desires compelled them to go to war or to enforce reforms… and as a result of all those things that had happened since time immemorial, we end up being born into a particular reality—and as we live, we are tasked with unwrapping the mystery, separating lies from the truth, and figuring out who we are and why we are here.
When I was a toddler, I was taught that prior to the bolshevik revolution, things in Russia were horrible—and that the bolsheviks showed up as righteous saviors, saved the workers and the peasants—and from that point on, everyone lived happily ever after (minus the war, of course).
As a kid, I had no reason to question that story—and so I wrote my poems about “dear Lenin” and peace on earth, as well as retrospectively embarrassing essays about the class struggle and the dictatorship of proletariat. I also talked to Lenin in my head when I felt misunderstood by the adults. There was a sense of clarity to that whole arrangement, and a sense of security. I mean, yes, the tastiest foods were acquired through questionable trips to the back of the store—but it was a backdrop for “We are marching toward communism, go to school, study hard, and the future is bright.” Hooray.
And then the Soviet Union fell, and the new television told us that the bolsheviks were essentially terrorists, that the USSR was a bloody ride, and that the “happily ever after” story was actually about America. On the sensory level, that rang true and felt good because it came with the right to speak. Of course, years later, I realized that the message of freedom was also tainted. That message was brought to the people of the USSR by multinational conglomerates and their domestic supporters. No one in power cared about the peasants, still—but the symbol of freedom was aligned with the business goals of the new elite.
So, the Scorpions unwittingly lied. But my God, it felt good. That geopolitical lie felt so good on the ground! Conclusion: “good for the people” reforms tend to happen only when someone with powers decides that a certain development is desirable and pushes it through—a reform, a war, a coup, a color revolution, and so on. And of course, to secure the support of the masses, the reformer comes up with a “land to the peasants” du jour.
Speaking of land to the peasants: A lie on top of a lie?
As an adult, I learned the family story and became perpetually disgusted with the bolsheviks. To my great surprise—and contrary to the story that I took in with mother’s milk—I learned that peasants were actually doing quite well in the village, and that it was the bolshevik revolution and the Soviet developments that brought poverty and suffering to the peasants.
So perhaps, the pre- (and post-) 1917 factory workers in Russia were truly impoverished—which is no different from how factory workers were doing in America or elsewhere at the time. Their condition was a result of industrial revolution that demanded uprooting people from their normal life in the village, keeping them desperate and training them to accept working long hours and breathing in poisons. City life was probably harder and lonelier than village life but again, it was the general civilizational trajectory post industrial revolution, not exclusive to tsarist Russia at all.
So … then… how on Earth did the bolsheviks manage?
As I child, I never asked that question because I assumed that the people largely supported them. But if not, then how on Earth? How did Lenin manage to organize an overtake of an entire country like Russia—as well as surrounding countries? That seemed like a fluke, until a couple of years ago, I discovered the work of Antony Sutton.
And then suddenly, it made sense!
According to Sutton, the bolshevik coup and military operation received lavish financing and military support from a group of extremely wealthy Western capitalists. Now, one might say, “But this is absurd!” And I would have to agree—but it sounds like Sutton was a thorough researcher who spent years working in archives and tracing correspondence and bank transfers. And granted, any recollection of history needs to be taken with a grain of salt because more often than not, the story we know is not what actually happened. But at the very least, Sutton’s interpretation makes far more logical sense than the story I learned as a child—and that brings us back to what is sometimes considered “conspiracy”—which I think is a fancy name for “subjective personal choices of the people in power.” If Sutton is correct, then it was the subjective desire of a number of wealthy and ambitious human beings—the desire to play with a “large super monopoly / captive market / planned economy” arrangement— that allowed the bolsheviks to pull the experiment through. So, if his reporting is correct, it wasn’t quite Lenin’s genius although is ruthlessness probably helped.
(And by the way, my view of history is philosophical and spiritual, I don’t care about isms at all. Ism do exist, and they are used for marketing either to praise or to criticize—but personally, I believe that all those things have more to do with what Steven Newcomb calls “the Doctrine of Domination.” I am appalled by the bolsheviks not because of the ism they promoted but because of the lies and the suffering they brought to the people, including my family. I am appalled by them because at the highest level, they were regular robber barons—and on the lowest level, they capitalized on the lowest human emotions, such as envy and anger—which, in my book, is disgusting, no matter what cause it is for. And yes, after two generations, the things mellowed out—but it has nothing to do with the goodness of the original plan. And to this day, I am dealing with the consequences of the totalitarian lie. Yes, I despise the entire thing! And I don’t like it one bit that today’s developments seem to stem from the same ambition of creating a super monopoly and inhumane controls. To me, the “public good” of today—soon to become “climate change emergency”—is the “land to the peasants” of 1917, combined with Manifest Destiny.
Speaking of international geopolitics and interesting undercurrents, is a video by James Corbett in which he talks about collaborations between the Chinese elites and the Western elites. (transcript).
And here is a fantastic conversation between James Corbett and Whitney Webb about the convoluted geopolitics in the context of 2021 and the Great Reset. In fact, this conversation started this entire article. I watched it, then the Corbett above, then Sutton, and it sent me down the memory lane because … because some wealthy people somewhere years ago wanted to do an experiment, and millions of innocent people paid the price. And they are seemingly trying this again, in a different flavor.
And the philosophy? Here I’d like to ponder subjectivity and how history is a collection of our individual choices.
Looking at history through a wide lens, over long periods of time, the butterfly effect becomes obvious—and so does the role of subjectivity.
I think about subjectivity a lot. It is my belief that everything in the world is subjective—and that the system of linear, inanimate controls was constructed by modern people, to feel less vulnerable in the world. By thinking of life as a collection of mechanical principles, we play a game in which we are in control of inanimate structures—as opposed to in a relationship with subjective everything.
(Besides, if it is respectable to talk about isms and not respectable to talk about conspiracies, conspiracies are easy to hide.)
Throughout history, kings, subjectively, have used various local and international alliances and rivalries to satisfy subjective personal desires, be it economic, romantic, or political desires. For instance, adoption of various state religions has happened largely under that paradigm. Case in point: As the legend has it, in the 7th century, Tibetan king Songtsen Gampo married a Chinese princess and an Indian princess, and ordered his people to convert to Buddhism in order to be more civilized. The people weren’t particularly happy, and it took about a century and a half of violence for the reform to come through and change the way the people thought and lived.
As another legend has it, in the 10th century, Vladimir of Kievan Rus ordered his people to convert to Orthodox Christianity. Again, the people weren’t thrilled at all, the violence followed, the reform went through—and centuries later, the melancholy and the sense of loss still lingers but everyone forgot the root of it.
And it is always the peasants who pay the price.
For example, how many parents have taught their children about the sinfulness of sex (and for how many centuries) because some powerful king decided to impose a series of perceptions on the people?
How many people have sincerely adopted those ideas, fully internalized them to the extent of identifying with those ideas and allowing those ideas to drive their view of themselves and their most significant, most intimate relationships? And yes, we all express our beauty (and our confusions) through any idea available to us in our environment—but how many people have been maimed?
How many families were torn apart or impoverished, and how many people died “because of ideas” (which really were extensions of subjective desires or preferences of kings, or even their intentional lies)?
How many people died in various wars and revolutions and social upheavals and religious reforms simply based on some influential person’s subjective greed?
As a conclusion, I think that it is in the best interest of every human being to insist on having a direct existential connection to the world—and not allow any king, any financier, or any “expert” to install themselves between the person’s heart and the universe.
Joy of life comes from life’s mystery, not from kings, not from entertainment companies, and not from banks. The universe supports those who don’t let go of their hearts. We are imperfect. But we are of love—and no robber baron in the world is entitled to tell us what to feel. We are of love. We are powerful when true to ourselves. We are of love.
Sort of related but I was going to post this on facebook this morning but for some reason I can't access it now.
I think it's important to note the language being used surrounding "environmental" movements. They don't really talk of "environmental justice" anymore. Only "climate" justice. This is a clear signal that most mainstream environmentalism has been drafted into the service of internationalist agendas. The open secret is that big corporations have 0 intention of halting their plundering, poisoning, and death-creating activities. Quite the contrary. Every indication is that have every their intention is to increasing them exponentially. So the "climate" movement is a thin pretext. They want to implement a system of top-down control on the rest of humanity under the guise of abating a climate crisis and this is a plan that has been in the works for a while. Figures/mascots such as Greta Thunberg are only there to help create the illusion of popular support.
HI Tessa, I am moved and fascinated by your personal approach to history. It is such a contrast to my own growing up in capitalist America, an empire built on genocide and enslavement. Growing up I was told the USSR was evil, all bad. And I remember thinking that was impossible, everything contains both, and pure evil isn't possible. I was always intrigued on a superficial level, but I knew in my bones that this 'communism' of each according to their ability, each according to their needs' was not actually happening there. I met the Trotskyist Internationalist, the SWP through a mural project when they were touring artists who were working on a mural in NYC. I had just been blown away by the Mexican muralists and was quite disappointed by the artists I knew who said they didn't like paintings with human faces. The idea that a Mexican worker could learn the enitre history of colonization by looking at murals at the DMV seemed quite powerful and revolutionary, as opposed to seeing abstract expressionism. This party taught me about Trotsky and his fight against Stalin, it was the fight between workers of the world VS all for Soviet Russia, another form of nationalism. I spent 10 years in this party trying to fit in, changing the way I dressed to business casual to be taken seriously by my co-workers. I remember with great fondness the days of working in garment factories in Miami and NYC, and the absolute solidarity as the clarity of our Marxist economics of labor power being the one thing that can be purchased that makes more value, unlike anything else you can buy, except for seeds. I learned so much from my co-workers that were mostly Latin American women who were so incredibly grateful to live in USA, where they could get a restraining order against an abusive husband if they needed to. I worked in Miami during the Elian Gonzalez ordeal selling the Militant newspaper door to door in working class neighborhoods of Cubans. One of my favorite Cubans was a strike organizer from a factory in Ft Lauderdale, who cringed with knowing truth when I told her Fidel would be proud. She knew it was true, that she came here with certain expectations of what was acceptable treatment in a work place, and the skills to organize against anything less than those conditions. I met many Cubans who's minds were blown by the racism they experienced. It wasn't until the rectification period that abruptly ended after the fall of the USSR, that was allowing Cuba to forge a true revolutionary course fueled by love against USSR's Stalinist blueprint. The USA forced Cuba into this arrangement, and continues to punish Cuba for standing up to US imperialism, creating an example that it is possible. I met some American Black farmers before and after their trip to Cuba, where their minds were blown by the organization of farming, and one kept saying, "I saw a lotta love in Cuba." The idea that a funeral was like $5, was a huge deal because many Black farmers have lost their land if too many people in their family die in close time frames because of the cost of funerals, not something I had ever thought about. I say all this because I admired the Bolshevik revolution, that from APril to Oct. they were able to go from a socialist democracy that would be just more of the same to, workers and farmers taking power for the first time in human history. I do still ascribe to a class analysis, even though I have blossomed way beyond my marxist teachings, which completely deny the unseen world and the power of love. Though Che Guevara was always clear on this, that a true revolutionary is motivated by love, and his wish for his children is they would care equally about a stranger in a strange land as much as a known loved one. I totally appreciate your personal stories and it is the saddest thing ever to see how empathy was weaponized by the soviet bureaucracy. Industrialization and exploitation of the working class brought so much 'progress' that makes our lives easier, and the cost of which we are starting to come to terms with. The question is how do we come to terms? Here as an American with a lackluster education, and drive for greatness in my working class schools, I have to come to terms with the genocide and slavery which benefitted my ancestors and continues to afford me privileges despite amazing progress. I have been thinking a lot about grief and gratitude as two pieces that create the possibility of fully feeling each of them. Grief for the blood on which this nation was built, and perhaps gratitude for the structures that have continued to allow people to fight for their rights. I've lawyers had a thing against lawyers until an exhibit at the NY Historical Society around voting rights under Jim Crow elucidated to me the power of fighting in the courts. Legal battles have won us many rights, but were equally backed by bodies in the streets. Not sure what my point is in writing all this, other than to be the other side of the world coming to terms with the same things from the other side of the ocean. Sending you much love and gratitude for helping me see a more multi-faceted view. I have worked with Russians in factories too, and love my many Russian friends who see right through this latest attempt to tighten control on our lives because of their experiences. But at the end of it all, while love will save the day, it is equally important to know who the enemy is, and the Tzar was no friend of working people, and perhaps peasants lived a better life because they were more connected to nature, and the destruction f this by industrialization/communist state is a travesty. I am most interested in creating regenerative villages that produce nutrient rich food for the peoples of the world, while sequestering carbon, and composting our shit, and planting trees, and loving each other and the earth as we are all one. I hope to dance with you soon, in the streets, or in the woods. This analysis is one that makes most sense to me, bringing together our gut biomes, and the earth's biome, the connection that is lost through all the inauthenticity of materialism be it soviet style, or capitalist style, either way it's the disconnection that allows them to maintain their power. So the next revolutions will be grounded in our being biomes on a biome, and the love, adoration and wonder that fosters. Love & Light, Fairy Ann