A wonderful and beautiful soul wrote this

Every so often I will read poems and other articles about openness and in a group I am in on Facebook called Freak Rights Now, the group owner,  TheGoddess Lilit Blue, wrote the following:

To all you beautiful freaks:

Don’t let the bastards get you down. You are all geniuses with big hearts — who have glimpsed the horror of reality and had to deal with the madness of viewing it unshrouded.

Your insanity is actually wisdom. For you still live.

You’ve inspired, tonight, my Manifesto─my words to you, all my friends, we fucked-over non-group of individuals hurt by the world’s rules and so loving, caring, amazing, brilliant, innovative, and persecuted for nothing more than being not one of the sheep crowd. Me. Fuck that shit! We are awesome. And we have the key to the future. We have already opened the door. Let us meet beyond it and celebrate. For are we not Viking Pirate Rebel IT Dirty Girls and Those Who Confuse Category Nazis? SKAAL!!!!!!!

Those of us who see that the world “as it is,” with the rules imposed by patriarchical, outdated good old boys clubs that are big business, governments, mainstream american media, christianity (the murderer disguised as the savior) — all of us, we have been labelled mad. Oh, and scientists, thinkers, weirdos, queers, freaks, and other happy people who don’t conform. We have been labelled evil by the evil that wraps itself in a flag and waves a bible to distract us from the pilotless drone bombers killing women and children as collatoral damage─but as long as its in the quest to eradicate the islam anti-christian danger to our homeland security, it’s ok when we kill more children and american army reserve innocent boys who just wanted to go to college. Yes, GWB, here’s our civil rights. Take them all and more if it means we’ll win against those terrible terrorist heathen Islamists with their WMDs. Huh, what, European press? Saddam DIDN’T have WMDs? Doesn’t matter. We blew the bad guy away! We are winning! GO USA!!

Women are connecting. Freaks, queers, goddesses, slaves, roboticists, and everybody who sees the hypocrisy of the Authority. The rules are set by arrogant man. Mother Gaia has her own rules. You can feel them in your heart, your bones, your ecstasy with your lovers (no matter girl, boy, kinky, dragon, mercurial spirit, or other), the wind, sun and rain on unpaved hills overlooking the untamed wild ocean. Tiamat. Kali. Lilit. You have been told we are dangerous monsters, unstoppably seductive harlot women wise in that beyond rules and classical geometry. We are the fractal. Your minds, music, your open eyes and science and maverick thinkers, dreamers and tech lovers, you wild dancing women loving each other, you men and women making love and pleasure without the marriage bed, ownership and power games, who get up in the morning together, check your email, smile in friendship, each part ways and see each other at your party on the weekend held by you and your wife. And it’s no big deal.

Fuck the rules. Who made them? Pay more attention to the tides and the weather. Lay down in the sun on the growing spring earth hills that surround the pitiful fortresses of cities. For She and It and the non-man-made is more wise and mathematically harmonious than anything our minds have borne and codified into laws. The pattern of what is is far better than what the Authority of Man has ruled is real and therefore ruled as truth that their priestly lawyerly police nazi elite only can know and therefore must be laws that cannot be disobeyed.

Our tribe is reaching out and connecting. We find each other online and in secret transgressional places like Death Guild and Power Exchange and our homes. We are Anonymous. We are men. We are women. We are something not female or male. Your deepest prejudices and categories don’t capture us. But we choose what category to show you, because you will believe you have defined and thus controlled and neutralized us.

But we are legion. We are the network. We evolve. We are Nature. We are the Goddess who you have stamped out and destroyed with your fear and your rules. We are the power of reality, sex, death, love, passion, science, the higher and serpent brains, and the desperate fight to survive that will overtake you all. We freak you out and your hate and fear make us invisible, all in black or V-masks or anonymous. You think your face recognition software can nail us. We will use the tech we’ve created–the fire that launched our early survival as a small tribe of equal men and women─metal, sharp knives that both men and women know how to use, love and vulnerability of both men and women because only by braving pain can we win the true life, which is reality in all its horror and glory but is also being held in the loving web of your tribe, not alone, at last.

Let us clasp hands across the anonymous abyss of the network, and let us vow together to fuck the rules. Our web has been built invisibly. But now it has been activated. Reach out and connect to it. It is live. The circuits have been completed─we are go, all electricity at max. It cannot be killed now that it has gone live, viral, across all our human tech connections. You are part of it. The rules and the nazis and the enforcers and all their weapons can’t kill that web now, for it has been sparked into life. And life will trump rules and status quo, for remaining the same equals death. We are all the unforeseen variable, the forest that is now covering mount st. helens, the new species of glowing mushrooms found surviving solely on the radiation locked sealed in the chernobyl reactor towers barricaded behind our best defenses.

We are the world, evolving, imperfect, and free. Your rules, O Bureaucratic Evil Salesmen Pat Roberts George Bush, don’t keep us away. They just give us the key to beating you. Because, you see, you have to play by your own rules. We don’t. Our rules are love, friendship, compassion, right action and common sense. Try to beat us in this game. You’ll just be sport─a mouse to toy with. We are everywhere and nowhere. Your fears of us, and your fears of yourselves, will lead you to kill each other in the city streets over a crust of bread.

And we will be singing to each other. dark and light and playing with binary and the power of digital as a tool, in an analog world, while you die astonished that death exists. And we will be making love, feeding each other with food, words, ideas, wine and love. O my tribe, let us join hands now. For we love one another. We are all children of this Universe. Across the network, we are all home.