Imagining your way to conquest: Little Vlad the Impotent
Vlad thinks he important, but the 'R' got stuck in the mud somewhere north of Kyiv
I’ve spent some time reading odd things.
Occasionally, I’ll delve into authors whose intellectual frameworks are really far from mine. Currently I’m in a book about occult forces and influences on people like The Trumpit and Little Boy Vladdy. Essentially, it’s a book about ‘the power of positive thinking’ and even connects with the cult hit ‘the secret.’
As a committed phenomenologist, I find this kind of speculative idealism to be PDF. Pretty damn funny.
I believe that human writing about the spiritual world would be like egg writing about the world of chickens. Or chicken writings about the world of eggs - depending on how you imagine what time is.
I am neither fan of gnostic nor idealist.
I think it’s silly shit.
Moreover, the ‘power of positive thinking’ is pretty gross.
If you don’t think positively enough and don’t imagine a good life hard enough, your misery is your problem. It’s on you. Idealism is a great way for the dominant paradigm to justify their power and to place the blame of the suffering on the people doing suffering.
Right now little Vladdy is a little saddie. He can’t merely imagine his way to Kyiv. He can’t use positivity to pull his trucks out of the mud. Hell, I’ll try positive thinking.
Every time the foolsletter is read, a version of me, in some reality, will imagine that little Vlad the Impotent dies in his sleep.
He still lives and breathes.
(read that part a few more times, just to make sure it doesn’t work)
Positive thinking doesn’t take the field of human experience into consideration. My mind cannot reach across the ocean and remove the head of a madman.
Further, I do not think that it is very likely that the best hockey player on the planet will emerge from Buenos Ares no matter how well someone might imagine themselves doing such a thing. Timing matters too. Sam Beckett was a terrible blogger. His twitter account has zero impact. Milan Kundera’s Instagram feed sucks donkey butts.
What we can imagine and how we share it, is a product of our life world, of our culture.
The next issue I have with this magical thinking / positive thinking / manifestation codswallop is the idea that there is a ‘right way to think’ or that there are ‘bad thoughts’. Some believe that negative thoughts are so powerful that they create evil.
This is a great way to control people.
What’s right think?
What’s wrong think?
Who determines this?
There are people here who believe so much in the power of the mind that they cannot tolerate the notion that people could think ill of them. Negative thoughts from others are dangerous to them. They can annihilate them, or could cause them to kill themselves.
Or so they claim.
Which is quite funny considering the person who has been murdered by criticism or even being ignored is alive and well enough to complain about being thought poorly of.
Mind power isn’t enough.
Thinking, plus action, plus given circumstance, plus persistence plus luck?
And yet, here I am - the scribe of the least prestigious, most unheard of secret of society’s - am calling on the power of mind to imagine that levity exists and that we can embrace and create more of it.
I’m a hippo-critter.
I’ve taken the hippo-critc oath to be contradictory and inconsistent.
I’m setting goals - imagined realities in my mind - then working towards them to make them real. (a book)
Artists then are all magicians.
Artist are positive thinkers?
I’m not so certain.
I think we create, share, connect and learn.
The process is less about ‘manifestation’ and more about connection.
Imagining the end, the result with too tight a grasp on the details, with too much gravity - too much riding on the success of the endeavour? This kind of imagining, this kind of positive thinking can lead to paralysis.
In our need ‘to have the right thoughts, right mind, right thinking’, we do sweet fuck all.
Again, let me return to Little Vlad the Impotent. He delayed his goals to appease others international Olympic sports parties despite knowing how hard the ground is. We deny the existence of the soft mud of the Ukrainian spring. We become held down in the mire by the weight of our ambitions.
And then, we’re shocked when we’re met in the streets with rocket launchers of resistance, rather than a joyous celebration of our arrival.
Just imagining things without taking reality into existence can have a tragic price.
We artists aren’t going to war though.
And we kinda are.
The act of doing something new, putting something out into the world, is an act of magic - you’ve conjured up something new though your mind and body. Neato! It’s also an act of aggression - you penetrate the field of existence with something new. Creativity is an explosion.
This is true for both ideas, music and especially spices. Food creates sensory explosions in my mouth. My teeth attack the food. A battle ensues. The bathroom, and any after me, are the casualties.
Idealists, idealogues and those who seek to control us despise one thing above all else: Physical reality. Sensual pleasure.
If people had to lick each other before shooting each other, it likely wouldn’t happen.
If we ate together before bombing each other and could watch people swallow, breath and get embarrassed, we likely would refrain.
Conquest and domination depends on mind over matter.
Connecting with simple moments of magic, the absurd sensory meaningless twinklings of existence and sharing those experiences with others is a way of placing matter over mind.
This existence, this reality that we’re sharing together is an opportunity to connect and share delight in the real, not the ideal.
So let’s do that.
It’s like the old saying goes:
Hell yeah! Let’s do that!