The Art and Magic of Talon Soul

Bechtel

A drawing for my father in law, may it come true some day :)

Post Collapse

Another drawing for a friend for their birthday, this one of Peiro in a few years, after the collapse, protecting our pigs! :) 

Erim's B-Day

Just a little happy birthday card for my friend Erim. Hope you had a good day, comrade!

Reality

Earth Guardian

This is a unfinished piece but it been so long since my last post, I wanted to show what I'm currently working on.

Uncle Vince Caudy

                       

           This was a drawing I did for a card for my Uncle Vince. He was in the hospital and died a few weeks later. He moved me greatly, by his strength and faith. He was truly a living example to me. I miss you Uncle Vince, May the Light shine upon you and guide you as you enter the Mother's final embrace.

Wulf Zendik

Here is a quick drawing of a man I truly admire. Wulf spent his life pushing for creative change on our planet. A great philosopher and poet, he wrote volumes to try and inspire. This is one such writing...

Ownership vs. Cosmic Custodianship

    They tell me that an owner has ”rights”—that the owner has a right to what he owns. What is it that we have a right to own? Is it a Rembrandt kept for speculation—a work of great art that no one sees? Is it a large luxury machine that consumes prodigious quantities of fuel on frivolous errands? Is it a “private” lake that is subjected to pollution? Is it a helpless child suffering the emotional mutations of The Old Society? Is it an apple seed that will not be returned to the soil? If not the controllers, the owners of these, then who does? Who has a right to them? The answer is simple: whoever is capable of assuming responsibility for them—a Cosmic Responsibility. For it is not, it is never a question of ownership, but rather a question of responsibility.
    I’m well aware that these heretical, revolutionary ideas are outrageous to the Old Order—and, of course, considered dangerous. But I speak of the world as it is. And although I speak of it to change it, I am far from insensitive to worldly problems. I feel great compassion for anyone, everyone, caught in the unworkable rules and ideologies of the Old Society. However, we were all raised in that neurotic-psychotic brutishness; raised in that egocentric Society, whose moral, legal, social dictates are outside the ken of life: animal, vegetable, mineral. And, therefore, we Humans have done and continue to do violence to ourselves and our environment.
    Now one might contend that should mankind need to suffer violence upon itself, so be it, let him suffer. But such a permissive “let it slide” concept ignores the Cosmic Laws of cause-and-effect: because the physical and emotional violence of man invaribly does violence to all life, all elements. We must understand that those people who are not committed to Cosmic Custodianship—those who are still involved within questions of morality and legality from out the Old Order—those people are always negative factors in the balance of Universal Cause-and-Effect. They have all become tragically insane and, in the majority, incurably so. Their energies are distorted to destruction, to pillage, to pollution, to corruption and waste. From the Cosmic Revolutionist viewpoint they are actually Criminals and are to be treated as such. Because their possessions are merely tools with which they more efficaciously perform their world-wide despoliation and destruction—the very same despoliation and destruction their children are being trained to continue. They have no right, no Cosmic right, to their possessions or to their children or for that matter to Life itself.
    Life or its expression is not a gift to we human beings—we are evolved creatures of higher Objective Consciousness. To us, life and its expression is a responsibility (and incidentally, I don’t mean a heavy, burdensome responsibility but rather a joyous one). A hero or heroine of Cosmic Revolution, is the Warrior of today engaged in the stupendous magnificent battle to rectify the destruction, the pillage, the pollution, the corruption, the waste and spoilage of the Cosmic Criminals—to such heros and heroines, all property, and each salvageable mind, each young and as yet undistorted mind, is to be appropriated, to be taken, whenever and wherever it is seen that they may be employed in The Work of salvage and restoration and care of our Planet—for we teeter on the brink of oblivion.
    Now how can all of it, all of this destructive madness perpetrated and perpetuated by the Old Order, how can it be stopped or, hopefully, creatively changed? Only by surrendering to the Majik of Reality may we change the World. For when we give ourselves deeply and totally to The Cosmic Revolution, we find ourselves in-tune with reality, with what-is, then we cannot do or be wrong. Yes, therefore, we must teach and preach and be the Way of Cosmic Custodianship. We have responsibility, Cosmic Responsibility, and this reponsibility is all—this is the Work, this is The Religion, this is The Goodness, this is the Righteousness, this is the single Path to World Salvation. World Salvation begins with the challenge and the eventual refutation of purely Humanist values and the egocentricity therein, and it Becomes with the absolute commitment to Cosmic Custodianship. Once this Becoming has Become, we are beyond the Old Order concepts of right and wrong, of sin, of morality, of legality, of guilt—for we are righteous. People will say, can’t we own anything? People will say, certainly they have a right to a home, a small piece of land. Yet they don’t: No one may reasonably own land. It would be more precise to say The Land owns us. Only the Believers and Doers—only those engaged in The Work, the task of Cosmic Custodianship, have a right to the land and they will acquire it, appropriate it, take it, only to protect it. Here I have touched upon perhaps the predominant evil amongst humanity’s passions to own: the ownership of land. It has been beyond the understanding of certain aboriginal peoples; this concept that one may “own” the land. This was true of some American Indian tribes—it is true of the African Pygmies who look upon their forest as God. They could not fathom ownership.
    So what, you may ask, are people to do? Well it is elementary: if they wish to survive they must give themselves to the task of Cosmic Custodianship. This is what they must do… Now, I will tell you what they must not do, what they must not be permitted to do: No man, or woman, no land developer, no Government Agency, no farmer, no lumber corporation, no one, simply because they possess sufficient financing or the "Legal right," may be permitted the defilement of the land, displacement of its vegetation, the arbitrary destruction of its timber. No, these are ruthless acts against Nature, against aeons of terrestrial evolution; these are acts of Cosmic Criminality.
    There is violence, perhaps irrevocable violence, being done to our global Homestead. We may weep in desolation that it is so. We may pray for dissolution of this tragedy. We may pen volumes of poetry decrying, "It is evil, it is evil, it is evil," still the destruction continues. I hear people saying, "yes, yes, we know, we know. We haven't wanted to know. We see and hear and taste the corruption, but we never want to face it. What could we do anyway, really?" Well, let me ask this: If you see a man about to shoot an innocent animal for sport—would you not take his gun? If you see someone about to beat a child—would you not take the whip? If you see a man with a machine about to do terminal violence to a forest or a mountain, would you not take that machine? I know it might seem such a small, isolated act. Yet it is your offering and far from inconsequential. It could mean everything. Your small, your isolated act, might well be the spark that ignites the fuse of passionate resistance to this destruction of our Homesphere. How could that be? Well, if you see a nation about to destroy itself—if you see that it is in the process of spoiling the last of its loveliness, the last of its irreplaceable elements through an egocentricity gone to death-wish in blind madness, if you see it destroying the last feeble functioning, the last delicate tattered tapestry of its ecolibrium and sweet life is never more to be—would you not take that nation? This is Revolution. That is the Cosmic Revolution… Onward…

Tiger

For thousands and thousands of years this land, the Earth, has been walked by the most beautiful of animal, the Tiger. Within a span of 100 years they are now facing extinction. Only one out of the eight sub-species left has even a hope of survival, the Bengal.

     This is a very strange time to live, and often an angering one. My heart yearns for the safety of these big cats. It yearns for us, another animal on this Earth, to feel with the most sincerity our connection and kinship to everything on this Living organism, Earth.

     We have no idea what really will befall us and all of life when we extinct such a large species such as the tiger. We are so removed from our killing, that most of us barely feel it.

Do you feel it now? Do I? When we do feel it, I mean really let it inside, what do we do? What can we do?

The answer that we really believe is... nothing. And unless we do something extreme then yes, that is really the only answer.

     Let's take the Bengal tigers in India, for example. They are the most protected and populated tiger species, their population being around 3,000. Yes that's right 3,000!

    The Bengal is only one of the four species of tiger still alive on the planet. The other four have already been wiped out... The Caspien, in the 1950's. The Javan, in 1972. The Bali, in 1937. The South China.

The latest of these to go was the South China tiger, when in 2003 scientists finally said that after over 20 years of not seeing any in the wild, they were gone. In the mid twentieth century, they were hunted down and killed like vermin.

So, ok, we have the Siberian tigers left (around 50), the Sumatran (400 to 500), the Indo-Chinese (1,200 to 1.700), and the Bengal. Ok lets assume the money we send those environmental agencies actually helps out the tigers - the last time I checked the Bengal was protected by rangers and I thought "Oh, awesome! They will protect them from poachers!" Well then I found out that those poor bastards don't have the funding for vehicles, radios, guns, or even shoes! These are the people protecting the last of the big cats on Earth! They also are alone in a 5 kilometer radius of jungle. So when they see a jeep filled with heavily armed poachers, you know what they do... Run!

 Even with the Bengal’s, who live in "protected" areas, one tiger is poached each day on average. You can do the math. When there are less than 3,000 left, they don’t have much longer.

     My heart weeps. Then I get very angry. I want to kill, and I don't want to calm down. I don't want to forget. I don’t want to numb out. I don't want to just pray for the tigers. I don’t want to just pray for the killing to stop. No. I'm talking about real change. I'm talking about revolution. I don't believe in sending money to organizations so they can make  “recreational parks" for tourists to see the last of the tigers. No. Revolution. I'm not talking about believing in the system and voting for some fuck head who believes in industry and business as usual more than sweet animal life. No. Revolution. I don't believe in praying to some God whose own book tells people that we have dominion over the land and animals. Dominion! Fuck that. No. Revolution.

     I say stop working for Them! We give them power. We do. It's time to stop. It's time to drop the hell out. They are killing us! They are killing all Life! We are letting them. I understand why. We have never known anything else. But if we are to live a great life and feel our true potential, we must pull away from this repressing dogmatic bullshit.

     We can't let the corporations make us feel guilty by saying that they only do what they do to provide for us the service we ask for. Fuck them. Planet killing fucks, Soul raping fucks!

 How much longer are we going to care about watching T.V. over watching the stars. We're not feeling life when all our energy goes into making money. All of it. The truth is right now life on the planet fucking sucks. Not real life, but the lives we are handed, which is misery stacked on misery, so much so that we think that escaping for a few hours or days is actually pleasurable. And of course it is to a degree. It's fun to play games or have a drink with your friends - but not at the expense of life on the planet. We live separate from the earth, and it's killing us and making us insane. We are wildly thrashing from that insanity and taking out everything in our path.

     The extinction of tigers is just a small grain of sand in that insanity. But they matter to me and they're deaths cannot go unpunished or in vain. No. We must reach into our soul and hold onto what moves us and keep pushing until we are dead.

Don't Question

                                              
Lol! yet another dark drawing. :)

Lost

What can I say about this one... These last few sketches, you've seen a darker side of me. To be honest that's why I like to draw, it's easier for me to get out my anger on paper than in front of people. This definitely has a lot of anger in it and fear. Fear of being a man, scared of being a father. Sometimes I'm so scared that I'm going to give my child the darker side of me. I don't want that for her. Though I don't want to hide any part of me from her. She will know me for what I am. She will be able to trust me because of that. And we'll have a close and true love. She'll help me battle this demon... she already is...

But also this demon was created from me. A part of me that was twisted and damaged. I wasn't born this way. This part of me was innocent and strong. Didn't want to give in to the brutality of our system. So some of that innocense became hatred and that strength became fear. I won't let them have me, I will never give up.