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(es) Towards A Radical Mysticism

“It was a though we’d been living for a year in a dense grove of old trees, a cluster of firs, each with its own rhythm and character, from whom our bodies had drawn not just shelter but perhaps even a kind of guidance as we grew into a family.”

“Other animals, in a constant and mostly unmediated relation with their sensory surroundings, think with the whole of their bodies.”
2 passages from David Abram’s Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology

Caught between the differing narratives of both Jewish and Catholic families, a father constantly shifting between Christian and Buddhist traditions, and my mothers death when I was 7, I’ve always had a strained relationship with “God”, the divine and religious/spiritual thought. I explored various faiths and became somewhat of an experimental practitioner during my teens, exploring Christianity, Neo-Paganism, Buddhism, Hinduism and other faiths, some what divorced from those of the families I was born into.

Then I died (not in the melodramatic sense of edgy gothy “nihilists” and emo-kid aesthetics). My experiences as a young cancer patient in my late teens gifted me a more intimate relationship to death than that of my mother’s passing and the years that had followed from then, up until the point of my diagnosis. The experience of being little more than flesh tore away from me my relationship to these Symbols that had bridged my sense of self with my fundamental existential lack and formed (unstable) pathways for me to navigate the world as I encountered it.

This was both a horrifying experience and a liberating one. In the year prior to my diagnosis I had started exploring existentialist thought, through a somewhat Buddhist-existentialist practice and the individualist anarchism of Armand and similar thinkers, and as my relationship with the realm of “spiritual”/religious thought disintegrated through the experiences of the MRI machines, the brain surgeries, the steroids and the radiation therapy, existentialist thought served as a form of semiotic encoding to help me travel from despair to Life, as embrace of the Absurd and return to the body – (this was initially through Camus and Nietzsche in particular).

In the following year post-treatment, as I explored my relationship with my body through various means and my personal creativity, I came across 2 texts that encoded something I’d seen, experienced and known throughout my entire life, and that granted me words with which to articulate them – all that discourse has ever really granted me (or grants anyone as far as I can see) is new words to articulate the experience of their being-in-the-world; their experience of the Real (the wild) mediated by the Symbolic/technology. These 2 texts were Heidegger’s The Question Concerning Technology and Freud’s Civilisation and it’s Discontents. After reading these works on what it means to live within civilisation and the language they granted me, I then started on the “pathway” that led to my writing Feral Consciousness and worlds of thought and discourse I currently immerse myself (my-Self) within.

From these experiences with discourse and corresponding immediate embodied experiences I’ve undergone throughout my life, I’ve come to view eco-radical, anarchist and active-philosophy as practices of iconoclasm – as revealing what is underneath the icons of the Symbolic, technology, and seeking to destroy them. And my interests have been directed increasingly towards a type of ontological anarchism, based in deconstruction of the machine (both semiolinguistically and in its embodied form), the practice of creative radical semiotics and an ecophenomenology pursuing relationalities that civilisation attempts to deny through domestication, both within the body of the machine and as-close-to outside its territorialised-ontotheology as I can get living on this island in the North Sea, which has been the geographic-stage of the production of history and empire for almost as long as civilisation itself – the creation of Temporary Autonomous Zones.

So if this practice I’ve been engaged with is an attempt to form relationship with and reveal to others something concealed(/repressed/suppressed), and if Mysticism is a practice based in sense-perceptual experience (super or otherwise) of something rendered secret/concealed, then the green nihilism of attempting to destroy those aspects of the Leviathan I have means of destroying is some-what-of-a practice of Mysticism (something ontological anarchism has always found itself tied to).

Mysticism as a term invokes the image of something of a theistic-ideologue, which is a platform I’ve long distanced myself from, particularly within the context of the God of classical theism, and taken a somewhat Nietzschean aesthetic around. But I would not consider myself an atheist, in the general sense of the term, and am relatively comfortable with naming wild-Being as divine, as it is all power, all presence, all that is “knowable” (inside and outside language) and all love(/hate/desire/value). Nor would I consider myself a pantheist or a pagan, as my sensations of the acosmic egoistic transient present render me unable to embrace the notion that there exists an absolute existing totality these/this theology requires, and I’d find myself being inauthentic if I embraced the term animism for my practice, given my historical-geographical context within the narrative of History.

So regarding “God”, gods, the spirit, Life, death and the divine(, and the practice of radical semiotics) I feel like my relationship to wild-Being is one of a hylozoic-Mysticism, born from a practice of eco-radical ontological anarchism and the iconoclasm of feral-deconstruction – a radical Mysticism.

Now this morning I awoke to see this piece by a contemporary of mine within this world of anti-civ discourse I find myself within, within which he attempts to denounce mysticism through embrace of religious-type thought and self-renouncing denial of the immediacy of embodied subjectivity and a seemingly anti-civ scholasticism, which seems highly confused (and somewhat cultish). This follows from the apparent trajectory of the eco-extremist school of thought they (Cabrera) immerse themselves within and their Atassa project and its focus of thought. But, while I have some interest in eco-extremism as a phenomena and as a political movement, and the Atassa project, I find much ugliness in this scholasticism.

Scholasticism as an approach to discourse is (as I understand it) an attempt to gain scientific knowledge of the “revealed truth” of a religious dogma, through a dialectical approach – this is apparently being done, under Cabrera’s project, as a Catholic-Marxist scholasticism of dialectics-in-reverse. The methods of scientific “knowledge” has many issues, that those of us sympathetic to radical scepticism are familiar with, and religious dogma also presents problems for this approach, which again many within this world of discourse are very familiar with. Alongside these, there is the issue of the dialectic approach to discourse, which we might be condemned somewhat to engage with in this world of discourse (given how much Hegelianism and Marxism are part of this world). To quote Karl Popper “(t)he whole development of dialectic should be a warning against the dangers inherent in philosophical system-building” and to quote Nietzsche “I mistrust all systematizers and avoid them. The will to a system is a lack of integrity.”.

The dialectical approach is one based inherently in historicism, whose holist determinism presents itself as the narrative of the master-signifier of the supreme Other I have no desire to embrace and I find to be nothing more that the narrative of the mythic-illusion of civilisation, which I desire the destruction of. It’s semiolingusitic lexicon is nothing more to me than the cartography of those who wish to deny me the immediacy wild-Being and positivism of my subjectivity. My subjectivity might always be somewhat mediated through discourse, by my socialisation within this culture and the subsequent internalisation that is the general trajectory of normal-development (mine as described when I started this piece). But this doesn’t lead me to wish to deny myself the ecophenomeological authenticity of my embodied subject-sensitive rationality. Discourse and study, to me, is best done as an anarchist venture de-systematised epistemologically-free and as a venture not to discover some truism to be revealed, but to find words/signs/languages to reduce the limits language constructs for our worlds and to articulate our experiences as living feral beings, not to embrace the death of History.

So I cannot share in Cabrera’s rejection of Mysticism and embrace of scholasticism, with its apparent encouraging others to do the same. Rather I feel compelled to embrace, and feel anti-civ eco-radicals are best served embracing the iconoclastic Mysticism of ecophenomenological relationalities with wild-Being and the ontological anarchist deconstruction of the technosphere/the Leviathan/civilisation.

[en] (Mexico) 87 Communique of ITS

Taking advantage of the popular clamor, the demand for justice, the tolerant administration of the capital authorities and police incompetence, members of Individualists Tending towards the Wild have infiltrated the demonstration yesterday and have been participants in the riots generated in the downtown of the disgusting Mexico City.
Once again, Chaos seized the streets and our groups, along with other rabid antisocial, ravaged several targets within our reach. This is not the first or the last time we infiltrate a peaceful march, it is clear that ITS takes any opportunity to unleash Chaos, confusion and destabilization, we really don’t give a damn about their demands (from whoever).
For the mindless we clarify that, this is a small statement concerning of OUR responsibility in those riots, with this it does not mean that we were the ONLY responsible for the beautiful violence of a few hours ago, the merit also belong to others with whom we share masks, sweat, mocks and effusiveness.

For the Occult and the Unknown:

Individualists Tending Towards the Wild – Mexico

[en] (CHILE) 8th ITS interview

– Wich are your motivations?
We already exposed our motivations many times. And in order not to be repetitive, we will answer that when we carry out an attack we do it as a part of the revenge of wild nature against humankind, because of all the devastation that have been caused by it. This revenge can be seen in the great “natural disasters” that hit the cities but also in the “deviant” behaviours of terrorists like us. It might be motivated by an intellectual inclination or a more spiritual sense, but the important es that we are able to hear the earth agony screams with every new megaproject aimed to the progress, or with the permanente presence of tons of concrete asphixiating the earth, and the expansion of the urban spot finishing eco-systems. In darkness we feel the cry of the felled trees, the screams of the mountains broken in half. This is unstandable for us and for this reason we preffer to die in this war rather than passively accept all this.

– Why to use violence as a form of answer?
The earth is not avenged asking for mercy of trying to awake the conscience of the brainless mass. Humankind invades, tear apart, mutates, destroy, extinguish and degrades. We use what we have at hand to counter that: explosives, firearms, knives, etc. We already get rid of the western morality and the values derived from the illustration, we developed our points of view learning from the ancient. Why should we learn from a doctrine that is 200 years old and is heading towards the self-destruction of the specie in that short period of time while we can learn from the cosmos and its process that exists even before that what our mind is able to figure out? The roots of our thoughts comes from this primordial source, that tough us, among other things, that violence is never something bad or good, but is a integral part of the everything, a manifestation that is present in certain circumstances, and it happened that we live in an era of a total war declared from one specie against the whole biosphere; the anthropocene. When if not now, the violence is an adecuated form of answering?

– What is your opinion about what the media said about you?
Thats a broad question as the media have been talking a lot about us. Mostly we could say that clearly they do not understand us at all and in consequence they talk pure nonsense about us. There are some cases in wich they hit the nail, or at least they have been close. But what is important to us is the fact that they stand out our danger and the true nature of the threat that we represent, and that they did it in abundance. If they named us inconsistent, fascists, right-wing or left-wing false flags, or any other of those accusations, we do not care at all, also we already set up clear and dismantled every one of them.

– Are you an organised group or simply individual actions?
In first place we are an orgnized criminal group, were of course there is place for individual actions, each individualist or group of individualists act as seems better to them. Some groups carry out murders, some others send parcel-bombs and others use industrial explosives to blow up infrastructures and cause tragedies, some take responsibility for their actions and some others no, ITS is about satiate the wild impulses of the individualists, and that we do it to spare.

– What is your relationship with anarchism, misanthropy and nihilism?
1. With the anarchism, at the current moment the relation is of rupture, although there is no dishonor in accepting that many eco-extremists and some members of ITS come from anarchism, mostly from insurrectionalist and eco-anarchist tendencies. It is true that back in the day there were some bounds with the anarchist scene, but nowdays most of the anarchist detest our tendency and they do good, as their western and illustrated education teaches them that everything that goes stray from the path of christian morality is a sin with other name, we can call it counter-revolutionary, aberrant, vile or whatever. Most anarchists believe that they are fighting the system, but the only thing they do is enforce some values as egalitarianism or solidarity and take them to extremist positions, this is a disapointment generated when the system does not meets strictly with the values that promote. We saw that on TV, represented in the super-hero movies. The system promotes in different degrees of subtlety racial or gender equality, but then you can see cops beating up black people or some thugs trying to rape a woman, the anarchist can’t handle that, and as batman or superman, he chooses to jump over the limits of the law to enforce those values taught to him, thus is generated a conflict with the authorities in wich they see themselves as antagonic to the system in some way, when it is obvious that they are not. The same can be applied with economical, environmental injustices, or any other issue generated by the system that is addressed using the same values that the system promotes.
Eco-extremists, on the opposite, take the anti-values of the system as egoism, indiscriminate violence, contempt for human life, and adopt them for our path of real antagonism and confrontation against the progress of the civilized world and all its concepts. Some have said, wrongly, that we are a mirror of the civilization itlself because we fall into “religious thoughts” or because our beliefs in an authority as the wild nature is for us. This is absolutely wrong as our paganism is recovered from our oldest ancestors and we accept authority as a undeniable reality when we are facing forces that goes beyond our understanding. Or is it not the most civilized thing in the world to play to know everything (to believe that the confines of the real correspond to the limited scope of our knowledge)? Does it not fall into the scientist and artificializing mentality when you want to play the social engineer who strips the being of his attributes either gender or species to create a “flat tab” where to trace the destiny of the future human being, one who will live in supposedly pacified societies, and will be able to choose at any moment of his life what his sexual orientation will be, his relationships, his way of feeding, etc. etc. etc. That is only possible living in a controlled and artificial environment, which in turn is only possible at the cost of the annihilation of wild nature. It is the snake eating its own tail. To seek an alleged improvement or perfectioning of humanity, whether from a progressive and “bourgeois” or a leftist perspective, the result is the destruction of the only possible environment for that humanity.
We say it with no shame and to make it clear, we SHIT in those progresists dreams. For us, a person born with dysfunctional brain or with atrophied body must be abandoned in the forest to become the dinner of an animal. For us, a person who is born with a cock but thinks he is female or vice versa is nothing more than a mentally weak person confused by the labels and roles of civilization. In real life, in the crudity of wild nature, there is no time for such modernist faggotry bullshit.

2.About misanthropy we could say that it is something very important within the eco-extremist thought, while it is a dysfunctional approach in a more global framework, to address this modern era is very accurate. We are constantly surrounded by humanoids, our enviroment is shaped by the human intervention, and that has only brought misery and devastation. How not to hate the human?

3. Nihilism is one more weapon in this war, it ends with the hope of future changes or revolutions that will never come, but also tear apart the whole framework of moral values that covers the the predominant thought of this era. Leaving us with nothing but the Nothing itself. Some throw themselves into that abyss of denial and total rejection, which is perfectly valid, we, the eco-extremists thar write this words, set above the acceptance of a limited and defective mind, and the place of Nothingness is filled with the adoration of the Unknown, the Occult and the Unnamable, the primitive, unknowable forces that underlie the All and move the threads of our existence. On some occasions they take the name of Ajajema, Anhangá, Gualichu, Mictlantecuhtli or even Satan, and on others they simply manifest themselves as Wild Nature. To these dark forces we throw our praises and in them we deposit our intentions with the faith that they take care of us in every dangerous attempt of attack.

– What meaning have for you the wild?
For us, Wild Nature as a concept is somewhat contradictory. On the one hand we have Nature, which currently functions as an image of the spectacular type created by civilization to sustain domestication, that is, it is a reflection or a ghost and not a “material reality”, and acts by establishing a separation between We (humans) and the wild. The wild are impulses or instincts that inhabit our interior. Nature does not exist or is dead (rather, it was murdered), now there is only civilization and its backyard, forests, rivers, mountains and as a whole all the remaining ecosystems are “reserves”, “ecological parks” and in short, spaces that were subjected to territorialization control. That they are still green and not gray is something circumstantial and responds only to the interests of civilization. This reality hit us like a ton of bricks. That is why when eco-extremists fight for wild nature we do it in a double sense, on the one hand claiming revenge for all that civilization buried or domesticated for its petty purposes and on the other holding on to the internal savagery that separates us from the total submission, that part of us that remains human and therefore wild and animal and consequently it is neither civilized nor artificial, we all carry it inside, the difference is that we listen to it and let it loose.

– Who is Kevin Garrido for you?
Kevin Garrido was for us an unbreakable warrior, of those who are no longer around. Endowed with the same strength that Cuautemokzin had when when he was tortured by the Spanish lackeys of Cortes, inflicting burns on his feet so that he would reveal the location of the gold of the mexicas, he remained stoic and only said while looking at his ally: “Am I in a bed of flowers? ”

– What do you think about the attack on Huechuraba police department?
It was really nice, hahaha. We rejoice knowing that many cops were wounded, when things like that happens the motivations behind the act doesn’t matter to us, the same would have been that an earthquaque shakes the police station, the unpredictable violence of Chaos dropped once more, breaking with civilized peace, that is always a cause of celebration for eco-extremists.

– Do you consider that the fire of Cerro San Cristóbal was an eco-extremist action?
Of course not, and you know that very well. Regardless if the one to blame are some harmful humans or the supreme will of the wild nature, it is clear that the eco-extremists were not responsible nor can the action be categorized as eco-extremist if we use the meaning we give to the term.

– We found out that the University of Chile spent many millions of pesos in security measures recommended by the ANI (such as iris recognition cameras and turnstile barriers) after the attack at the Faculty of Physical and Mathematical Sciences of the University of Chile on 2016. Although the device did not detonate, do you consider this attack as successful?
We also knew about those expenses in security measures. The attack was undoubtedly a resounding success, since in each eco-extremist hit, not only the destruction but also the terror and the destabilization are sought, the last two without doubt that were generated. And if the faculty was armored, we don’t care. There are always new and better targets.

– Why did you name Dr. Javier Ruiz del Solar, Dr. Paulo Araya, Dr. María Elena Lienqueo, Dr. Guido Garay and Luz Martínez in the statement after the bomb in Beauchef? Is it because of their research?
Progressist individuals who are dedicated to the improvement of civilization will always be among the possible objectives of eco-extremist action.

– What are your bounds with eco-extremists from Mexico or Argentina?
Of pure affinity and complicity. With the eco-extremists from Argentina is more direct because as its known there are some members of HMB that detatched themselves from the original gropu and move to those lands in order to start a new terrorist project with the name of Red Blood Sect, always under the ITS acronym. Do not forget that there are also eco-extremists in Brazil, Greece, Spain and United Kingdom. The ITS mafia expands in every latitudes and it does not seems to stop. It should not be ruled out that in the not so distant future there will be coordinated actions of greater caliber such as simultaneous indiscriminate killings.

– Who is Camilo Gajardo Escalona?
As said in the 86 communique, we don’t know who is Camilo Gajardo Escalona, but we figure out that is nothing but a scapegoat used by the cops to hide their incompetence, wich is on the eye of everyone. If they think that they managed to stop ITS their illusions will not go very far.

– Eco-extremist activities will continue?
Have no doubt about it, in the South, in the North and in Europe, it will continue hand in hand with natural disasters and all forms of crime.
*The world is like an hourglass, on the side above is civilization, with all its rigid structures that seek to ensure law and order, supported by the weight of its legal and moral frameworks that work to keep the whole cohesive. The lower side is Chaos, and bit by bit, the sand is falling. With it fall all the illusions of progress, all dreams about worlds of comfort and safety. Today, the upper side is still full enough, but bit by bit, Chaos is taking shape. It is only a matter of time for the world of human superiority to dissolve in the eternal waves of Chaos and Savagery. Meanwhile, we prefer to enjoy the fall, rather than clinging as fools to the mirages of a civilization whose very existence is based on a war against the imperturable advance of time that, like wild tides, gradually undoes everything.

– Do you want these answers to be published?
Of course, the better would be if they are printed in some media with great impact on this lands. And if not, for sure the guys from Maldicion Eco-extremista will publish them.

Long live Wild Nature, Chaos and Misanthrophy!

May the War against human progress continue!

Individualists Tending Towards the Wild – Chile
Mystic Horde of the Forest

(es/en) Ejercicios Espirituales Eco-extremistas

Tomado de Atassa n° 2.

“Et introibo ad altare Dei”
(Voy al altar de Dios)

Vengo de una familia evangélica, pero hace tiempo que eliminé los valores que me enseñó. Me convertí en humanista, y volver a creer y rechazar el ateísmo fue un tremendo golpe para el intestino. Tuve que comenzar de nuevo con otra visión, muy personal y particular. Tomó un poco de tiempo, pero luego entendí que mi creencia en algo más nunca se había ido, y realmente no rezo, ya que entiendo que rezar es repetir las cosas, y no me gusta hacerlo porque me educaron para no rezar, sino para hablar con Dios. Todavía hago esto (en momentos específicos, por supuesto), para dar la bienvenida a los solsticios, para expresar gratitud por la llegada de una nueva fase lunar, y especialmente por una luna roja; estar agradecido por el frío, el calor, la lluvia, el aire y el fuego.
Hay rituales que me gusta realizar. Tengo cráneos de animales salvajes y domésticos en mi altar, donde quemo copal. En las tradiciones mesoamericanas, el copal representa la limpieza espiritual. Cuatro veces al año (el año mexica, y no el gregoriano) voy a lugares sagrados con una ofrenda. Estos son lugares sagrados para mí y no para mis antepasados: sus lugares sagrados están ahora cubiertos de edificios, centros comerciales y carreteras. Vengo a los cuatro lugares sagrados con ofrendas como piedras de río, ramas de mezquite, velas de sebo y carbones de mi último fuego (cuatro cosas). De rodillas hablo con el medio, casi siempre ante un árbol, una roca, un río o un barranco (cuatro cosas). Ahí fumo una pipa de abedul, mezclada con salvia, eucalipto, menta y tabaco lacandón (cuatro cosas). Estas son las únicas veces que fumo y no es para drogarme ni nada de eso. Esas hierbas no hacen alucinaciones y solo sirven para ayudar a la meditación, como lo hicieron para mis antepasados.
He indicado que cuatro es un número importante para mí, como lo es para muchas culturas. Hay cuatro fases de la luna, cuatro estaciones del año, cuatro direcciones cardinales y cuatro cosas sobre la tierra (las estrellas, el cielo, la luna y el sol). Cuatro cosas que respiran, las que nadan, las que vuelan, los de cuatro y dos patas. Cuatro son las fuerzas más importantes en la cultura mexicana: quetzalcóatl, huitzilopochtli, xipe totec y tezcatlipoca.

Puedes hacer tus propias oraciones, tus propias disciplinas; saber lo que sabes probablemente no será difícil, ya que probablemente siempre haya hierbas, animales, figuras, horas y ciertas oraciones involucradas. Debes elegir lo que es correcto para ti, buscar con qué elemento de la tierra te identificas más; algo puede surgir de esa base…
Hay otros rituales “más locos”, como las ofrendas de mi propia sangre derramadas en esos cráneos para protegerse, o cortarse las rodillas para que la sangre fluya hacia la tierra como un signo de conexión con ella como lo hacen los danzantes tradicionales aquí. A veces también perforan los lóbulos de sus orejas con espinas de maguey hasta que sangran.
Hago “bautismos de fuego” para terminar un ciclo y comenzar otro, con lo que se conoce como el “fuego nuevo”, hago un fuego de fricción con un taladro hecho con dos palos de eucalipto (el taladro) y uno de quiote (un tallo grande de la flor de la planta de maguey azul) como base. Cuando los palos se ponen rojos, digo algunas palabras y me quemo la piel. Bueno, eso es un poco extremo, pero creo que el dolor es inevitable, el sufrimiento es solo una opción. Creo que el dolor nos hace más fuertes, espiritual y físicamente, por lo que quemarse no es gran cosa, ni recibir un corte o rasguño que duele durante algunos días. Sé que mis creencias están marcadas en mi cuerpo.
Como dije, puedes hacer tus propias disciplinas y ser tu propia guía, sabiendo que el maestro te está mirando y está enseñando cosas valiosas todos los días.

“Permiso wacho”
Como tú, fue un esfuerzo comenzar a creer de nuevo (pero no creer en ese algo, más para sacar de mi cabeza ese hábito anarquista tonto de ateísmo). Voy a una colina, que es tan lejos y salvaje como tiendo a ir. No llevo a cabo rituales más significativos en este momento. Siempre busco la luna de noche; La saludo y le pido que proteja mis pasos. Le pido que me dé fuerzas, y realmente solo converso con ella, siempre descalzo con los pies en la tierra. Me gusta sentir el frío, creo que es realmente necesario. Es cierto que el frío puede ser insoportable, pero los humanos modernos no pueden soportar muchas cosas. Así que trato de soportarlo y lo siento en mis huesos; así como siento el calor en verano, no se puede perder el frío en invierno.
Yo también hago lo otro. Cuando saco una planta, una rama o una flor para beber o para otro uso, siempre pido permiso. Cuando tomo hojas para hacer té de limón, siempre digo de manera coloquial: “perdón, amigo” o “perdón, hermano” y luego arranco las hojas. Realmente, siendo la persona civilizada que soy, trato de renunciar a los vicios y costumbres civilizados tanto como sea posible. Voy solo a la naturaleza y contemplo las estrellas. Converso con los insectos.
Recuerdo que cuando era adolescente oraba todos los días antes de irme a la cama, “Nuestro Padre que eres … bendice a mi familia, dame salud … etc.” La cuestión es que solo estaba haciendo los movimientos, y en ningún momento fui sincero y real. Llegué al punto de que incluso el solo pensar en rezar me desanimó, pero lo hice porque dijeron que así era como amabas a Cristo. Siempre me pareció muy restrictivo tener que hacerlo por obligación.
Siempre antes de salir a la calle y especialmente antes de una acción, me encomiendo a los espíritus de los fueguinos, les agradezco y les pido protección. Mi intención es sumergirme en todo esto, aprender cosas que hicieron los antiguos, traerlos de vuelta a nuestra era actual.

Las luces del viernes por la noche
Mis epifanías llegan en momentos extraños e inoportunos. El último fue en un partido de fútbol de secundaria. Mis dos hijos querían ir a un partido de fútbol, ​​donde consumían bocadillos y bebían refrescos, y observaban a sus compañeros mayores participar en este ritual de la vida suburbana. A menudo pienso, “cómo era este lugar antes de la civilización”. No es difícil, ya que las aguas y la vegetación siempre parecen derramarse donde no los queremos, los hipercivilizados. Leí sobre la vida de las personas que vivieron aquí antes que los europeos, qué comieron y de qué hicieron sus casas; sobre sus dioses y tabúes. Es difícil de imaginar y, sin embargo, tan simple. Sobre las luces del estadio, vi el dosel de pinos, y más allá de ellos, tal vez un pantano de cipreses, y luego los ríos, el lago, los mares… Y todas las zarigüeyas, armadillos, ciervos, zorros y mapaches que se arrastran en ellos. Si el ojo de mi mente fuera más agudo, tal vez vería los fantasmas de los pumas, osos, lobos y bisontes que también alguna vez vagaron por estos bosques. Traté de mirar por encima de la civilización para ver qué hay antes y más allá, pero mi visión no llegó tan lejos. Mis ojos volvieron al juego y esas luces encendidas un viernes por la noche…
Esa es la verdadera epifanía: nuestro fracaso para ver, nuestra comprensión de que no somos dignos de ver lo que está más allá de nuestra oscura realidad. Aquí “digno” no denota juicio moral, sino metafísico. No vemos porque no podemos, y la razón por la que no podemos ser inherentes a nuestro ser más íntimo. Ya no vemos el mundo como deberíamos, las estrellas ya no pueden dirigirnos a casa, los bosques no nos nutren, los animales ahora son solo plagas. Incluso si trabajáramos toda la vida, no nos redimiríamos. Somos el producto de esta orden y somos derrotados mientras continúe.
Algunos dirían que nosotros, los monstruos y psicópatas de la sociedad, deberíamos simplemente suicidarnos, que deberíamos dejar a todos los demás en paz para continuar con sus sueños de una sociedad mejor o de la continuidad de la sociedad tal como es. No, gracias, mientras estés aquí no podré dormir profundamente en la tumba. Incluso si mi única vocación es, en voz baja, burlarse de su entusiasmo afectado y sonrisas falsas, valdrá la pena. La realización de mi pequeñez e impotencia ante lo Incognoscible (lo Desconocido, deus ignotus) es una oración suficiente para mí, y mi odio hacia aquellos que se creen más que esta pequeñez es el único sacrificio que puedo dar.
Pero, ¿qué es lo incognoscible?, ¿quién es él o ella o eso?, desde mi juventud lo he buscado, he deseado refugiarme debajo de él, quedarme en ese momento cuando me envuelve, me trae a mí mismo y se une conmigo. Pero cuando me convertí en hombre, finalmente aprendí que solo captas momentos de ello. No puede reproducirlo, no puede comprarlo. No hay forma de convocarlo desde el cielo o desde donde habita y se derrumbará. Dejé de ser materialista porque me di cuenta de que lo Uno, lo Bueno, lo Verdadero, lo Hermoso y el Amor existen, pero de ninguna manera podemos captarlo de forma completa, permanente y segura. Tan pronto como los agarramos, ya se nos están escapando de las manos…
Pero he visto el esplendor de lo Incognoscible: en los dedos de fuego que es el cielo sobre las pampas, o en una montaña en las afueras de Córdoba en Argentina, en la cúpula negra del firmamento sobre el desierto de Mojave, en las rocas golpeadas junto al mar frente a Point Lobos, en el coro de pájaros muy por encima del pantano… Lo vi con mayor lucidez cuando sostuve a mi hijo mayor por primera vez. Entonces me di cuenta de que nunca lo entendería, que lo que sea que lo haga lo que es no es algo que yo pueda comprender o dominar. No lo tengo, nadie lo sabe. Es en el acto mismo de ser un animal mortal que nos sorprende como el mysterium tremendum et fascinans del que hablan los teólogos. Sabemos que somos más pequeños que eso, lloramos por él como un niño lactante llora por su madre. Puede venir, o puede que no, pero siempre se irá de nuevo, porque su plenitud probablemente nos rompería.
Toda filosofía, toda moralidad, toda ley, todo arte, toda literatura, toda cultura, no son nada ante ella. Son casi una blasfemia contra ella. Necesitamos estas blasfemias porque no podemos hacer otra cosa, pero cuando el Humano piensa que es supremo, que crea el fruto del trabajo y el genio de lo Incognoscible, es en ese punto que el Humano se vuelve repugnante, vil y digno de ataque. No me considero nihilista porque rechazo como en un berrinche todo lo que es bueno y bello en este mundo (incluso lo que se podría discernir como “productos de la civilización”). Soy un nihilista reacio porque creo que esas hazañas de genio, esas cosas que hacen que la vida sea hermosa o que valga la pena vivir, no son el producto (o al menos no el único producto) del ser humano. Su orden y esplendor se encuentran en otra parte; el pensamiento, la cultura, la ley, la moral, etc., solo pueden servir como los recipientes de lo Incognoscible que flota por encima de ellos como una fuente de luz evasiva.
De todos modos, en esta noche, o en los momentos en que puedo mirar por la ventana en el trabajo temprano en la mañana, las veces que me llevo el agua a la cara en un lago o río, los pocos minutos tranquilos cuando los mosquitos zumban en mi oído al atardecer, entonces sé que lo Incognoscible también me llevará algún día. Un día, volveré a la gran corriente que late en el corazón de todo, y ese día estaré agradecido de que ya no tendré que luchar o ser un cobarde. Finalmente escucharé (sin escuchar) al Humano silenciado incluso si yo también soy silenciado, y la Voz Silenciosa de la Naturaleza Salvaje susurrando eternamente en las ramas.

Chicomoztoc—Karukinká —Nanih Waiya

Diciembre 2017


(en) Eco-extremist Spiritual Exercises

“Et introibo ad altare Dei”

I came from an evangelical family, but I have long ago disposed of the values that it taught me. I became a humanist, and coming to believe again and rejecting atheism was a tremendous blow to the gut. I had to start again with another vision, a very personal and particular one for sure. It took some work, but afterwards I understood that my belief in something more had never left, and really I don’t pray, since I understand praying to be repeating things, and I don’t like doing that since in my upbringing we didn’t say prayers but talked to God. I do this still (in specific moments of course), to welcome solstices, to express gratitude for the coming of a new lunar phase, and especially for a red moon; to be thankful for the cold, the heat, the rain, the air, and fire.
There are rituals that I like to perform. I have skulls of wild and domesticated animals on my altar, where I burn copal. In the Mesoamerican traditions copal represents spiritual cleansing. Four times a year (the Mexica year, not the Gregorian one) I go to sacred places with an offering. These are places sacred to me and not my ancestors–their sacred places are covered with commercial buildings and highways. I come to the four holy places with offerings like river stones, mesquite branches, tallow candles, and coals from the last fire (four things). On my knees I speak to the environment, almost always before a tree, a rock, a river, or a ravine (four things). There I smoke a birch pipe, mixed with salvia, eucalyptus, domesticated mint, and Lacandon tobacco (four things). These are the only times I smoke and it’s not to get high or anything like that. Those herbs don’t make one hallucinate and only serve to assist meditation, as they did for my ancestors.
I have indicated that four is an important number for me, as it is for many cultures. There are four phases of the moon, four seasons of the year, four cardinal directions, and four things over the earth (stars, the sky, the moon, and the sun.) Four things breathe, those that swim, that fly, and those of four legs and two legs. Four are the most important forces in Mexica culture: quetzalcoatl, huitzilopochtli, xipe totec, and tezcatlipoca.

You can make your own prayers, your own disciplines; knowing what you know it will probably not be difficult, as there are probably always herbs, animals, figures, hours, and certain prayers involved. You should pick what is right for you, seek what element of the earth you most identify with; something can grow out of that base….
There are other “crazier” rituals, like blood offerings of my own blood spilled out on those skulls for protection, or cutting one’s knees so that the blood flows down to the earth as a sign of connection to it as the traditional dancers do over here. They also sometimes puncture their earlobes with maguey thorns until they bleed.
I do “baptisms of fire” to end one cycle and begin another, with what is known as the “new fire,” I make a friction fire with a drill made of two eucalyptus sticks (the drill) and and one of quiote (a large stalk of the flower of the blue maguey plant) as the base. When the sticks get red hot, I say some words and burn my skin. Well, that’s a little extreme, but I believe that pain is inevitable, suffering is only one option. I believe that pain makes us stronger, spiritually and physically, so getting burnt is no big deal, nor is getting a cut or scrape that hurts for some days. I know that my beliefs are marked on my body.
As I said, you can make your own disciplines and be your own guide, knowing that the master is watching and teaching you valuable things every day.

“Permiso wacho”
Like you it was an effort to start believing again (but not to believe in that something, more to get out of my head that dumb anarchist habit of atheism). I go to a hill, that’s as far and wild as I tend to go. I don’t carry out more significant rituals right now. I always look for the moon at night; I greet her and ask her to protect my steps. I ask her to give me strength, and really just converse with her, always barefoot with my feet on the earth. I like to feel the cold, I think it’s really necessary. It’s true that the cold can be unbearable, but modern humans can’t stand many things. So I try to bear it and I feel it in my bones; just as I feel the heat in summer, the cold in winter can’t be missed.
I also do the other thing. When I take out a plant or a branch or flower to drink or for another use, I always ask permission. When I take leaves to make lemon verbena tea, I always say in a colloquial manner, “excuse me, buddy” or “excuse me, brother” and then I pull the leaves off. Really, being the civilized person that I am, I try to renounce civilized vices and customs as much as possible. I go into the wild by myself and contemplate the stars. I converse with the insects.
I remember when I was a teenager I prayed every day before going to bed, “Our Father who art… bless my family, give me health… etc.” The thing is, it was just going through the motions, and at no point was I sincere and real. It got to the point that even thinking about praying put me off, but I did it because they said that that was how you loved Christ. I always found that very constricting, having to do it out of obligation.
Always before going out into the street and especially before an action, I commend myself to the spirits of the Fuegians, I thank them and I ask them for protection. My intention is to immerse myself in all of this, learn things that the ancients did, to bring them back in our current age.

Friday night lights
My epiphanies come at odd and inopportune times. The last one was at a high school football game. My two children wanted to go to a football game, where they consumed snacks and drank soda, and observed their older peers participating in this ritual of suburban life. I often think, “what this place was like before civilization.” It is not hard, as the waters and greenery always seem to be spilling in where they are not wanted by us, the hyper-civilized. I read about the lives of the people who lived here before the Europeans, what they ate and what they made their houses of; about their gods and taboos. It’s hard to imagine and yet so simple. Over the stadium lights, I saw the canopy of pines, and beyond them, perhaps a cypress swamp, and then the rivers, the lake, the seas… And all of the possums, armadillos, deer, foxes, and raccoons crawling in them. If my mind’s eye were sharper, perhaps I would see the ghosts of the cougars, bears, wolves, and bison who also once roamed these woods. I tried to look over civilization to see what is before and beyond it, but my vision did not reach that far. My eyes returned to the game and those blaring lights on a Friday night…
That is the real epiphany: our failure to see, our realization that we are not worthy of seeing what is beyond and above our dark reality. “Worthy” here does not denote moral judgment, but a metaphysical one. We will not see because we can’t, and the reason we can’t inheres to our innermost being. We no longer see the world as we should, the stars can no longer direct us home, the forests do not nurture us, the animals now are only pests. Even if we worked a lifetime, we would not redeem ourselves. We are the product of this order, and we are defeated as long as it continues.
Some would say that we, the freaks and psychopaths of society, should just commit suicide, that we should just leave everyone else in peace to continue with their dreams of a better society or of the continuance of society just as it is. No thank you, as long as you’re here I will not be able to sleep soundly in the grave. Even if my only vocation is to, under my breath, mock your affected enthusiasm and fake smiles, it will be worth it. The realization of my smallness and helplessness before the Unknowable (lo Desconocido, deus ignotus) is enough of a prayer for me, and my hatred of those who think themselves more than this smallness is the only sacrifice I can give.
But what is the Unknowable? Who is he, or she, or it? From my youth, I have sought it, I have longed to take shelter under it, to stay in that moment when it engulfs me, brings me into itself, and unites with me. But when I became a man, finally I learned that you only catch moments of it. You can’t reproduce it, you can’t buy it off. There’s no way to summon it from Heaven or from wherever it dwells and it will come down. I stopped being a materialist because I realized that the One, the Good, the True, the Beautiful, and Love exist, but not in any way we can grasp completely, permanently, surely. As soon as we grab for them, they are already slipping through our fingers…

But I have seen the splendor of the Unknowable: in the fingers of flame that is the sky over the pampas, or on a mountain outside of Cordoba in Argentina, in the pitch black dome of the firmament over the Mojave Desert, in the rocks battered by the sea off of Point Lobos, in the chorus of birds high above the swamp… I saw it most lucidly when I held my eldest child for the first time. I realized then that I would never understand it, that whatever makes it what it is is not something for me to comprehend or dominate. I don’t own it, no one does. It is in the very act of being a mortal animal that it strikes us as the mysterium tremendum et fascinans spoken of by theologians. We know we are smaller than it, we cry for it like a nursing child cries for its mother. It may come, or it may not, but it will always leave again, because its fullness would probably break us.
All philosophy, all morality, all law, all art, all literature, all culture, are nothing before it. They are almost a blasphemy against it. We need these blasphemies because we can do no other, but when the Human thinks that it is supreme–that it creates the fruit of the Unknowable’s labor and genius–it is at that point that the Human becomes repugnant, vile, and worthy of attack. I don’t consider myself a nihilist because I reject as in a tantrum all that is good and beautiful in this world (even that which could be discerned to be the “products of civilization”). I am a reluctant nihilist because I believe that those feats of genius, those things that make life beautiful or worth living, are not the product (or at least not the sole product) of the Human. Their order and splendor lie elsewhere; thought, culture, law, morality, etc. can only serve as the vessels of the Unknowable that floats high above them like an elusive source of light.
All the same, on this night, or in the moments when I can look out the window at work early in the morning, the times I bring the water to my face in a lake or river, the quiet few minutes when the mosquitoes buzz in my ear at sunset, then I know that the Unknowable will one day take me too. One day, I will return to the great current that pulses at the heart of everything, and on that day I will be grateful that I will no longer have to fight or be a coward. I will finally hear (without hearing) the Human silenced even if I am silenced as well, and the Still Small Voice of Wild Nature whispering eternally in the branches.

Chicomoztoc—Karukinká —Nanih Waiya

December 2017

Secret Forest Society Plans to Kill Bolsonaro

Desde Deep Green Resistance.

Jair Bolsonaro, Brazil’s openly fascist President, is loathed by groups who care about preventing climate collapse and protecting the Earth’s last healthy ecosystems. According to the Guardian, Bolsonaro’s policies are now resulting in 3 football fields per minute of rainforest destruction, and scientists fear that the Amazon is reaching a critical tipping point, beyond which it will be impossible to save. If that “point of no return” is breached it will result in massive forest fires, which will release an immense amount of sequested CO2 into the atmosphere, accelerating climate collapse and annihilating one of the Earth’s sources of oxygen. Violence is also increasing and loggers have begun killing indigenous leaders and resistors from the over 400 tribes who call the forest home. Bolsonaro has overseen major funding cuts and firings at the Brazilian indigenous affair agency, which has gutted the few remaining governmental protections for these people.

Presumably this is why the Secret Forest Society (Sociedade Secreta Silvestre) have now targeted Bolsonaro for assassination. Two weeks ago, Veja Magazine interviewed one of the leaders of the Secret Forest Society (SSS), a branch of an international organization called the Individuals Tending Toward the Wild (ITS). The leader, identified as Anhangá, claimed that Bolsonaro was supposed to be executed on the day of his inauguration, but they were temporarily foiled by an unexpected security presence. Since then Bolsonaro has cancelled several key events, including an open car parade. Anhangá stated “We could easily blend in and carry out this attack, but the risk was enormous (…), so it would be suicidal. We didn’t want that.”

It is unclear how or when the Secret Forest Society plans to assassinate Jair Bolsonaro, but their affiliates in the ITS have been linked to letter bombs, University explosions, and the successful assassination of a biotechnology researcher. Their organization claims to stand up against people and systems that lead to environmental destruction, and they advocate for using extreme measures against nature’s enemies.

(es/en) Manifiesto Salvaje del Bosque

Enviado al mail.

Cada día, cada segundo, la máquina no para. El progreso y el desarrollo humano avanzan, con el ritmo frenético de una locomotora sin frenos. Su camino va dejando una huella enorme de sangre, putrición, basura y muerte.
Dentro de sus engranes, peor que ratones de laboratorios, viven masas de seres encerrados, apenas orgánicos, empujan y hacen andar su motor. Son su gasolina, alimentan su andar.

Este aparato se dirige con una rápidez increíble hacia el holocausto. Chocará inevitablemente contra el muro de su propia arrogancia. El peso de su propio poder será lo que le hará explotar. La causa de su grandeza es al mismo tiempo la de su colapso.

Aún mientras la locomotora aumenta de manera imbécil su velocidad, mientras se vuelve más evidente la catastrofe que se acerca, más se aferran sus habtitantes a él. Buscan quien les mienta y los tranquílice. LLoran, estúpidos y débiles se abrazan a sus juguetes y aparatos. ¿Renunciar a lo ganado? ¿cómo abandonar el coche, el celular, la droga, la nueva serie? Sólo queda seguir hacia adelante, aumentar la velocidad.

Son estos mismos seres “racionales” y “humanos”, los mejores defensores del sistema en su totalidad. Defensores del progreso, de la masacre planetaria. Ni siquiera sus mejores guardias armados, policías o militares, son tan efectivos. Son la familia, los “compañeros” y “amigos”, escuderos de la moral y las buenas costumbres quienes tratarán de detenerte de actuar, y serán quiénes te entregarán si lo haces.

Serán quienes se horrorizarán y escandalizarán ante la explosión de una bomba “indiscriminada” que mate a otros espectadores inútiles, o cuando escuchen que han enviado un explosivo que ha herido a un amastreador de porros a una obesa cenadora. Al mismo tiempo ignorarán (si es que se llegan a enterar) la extinción de una nueva especie, del exterminio masivo que ocurre en la Amazonia o en la Lacandona.

En un mundo en el que los últimos reductos de naturaleza salvaje son domesticados, talados, asesinados al gusto de la humanidad, en el que chorrean y nos ahogan mares de sangre animal y humana por doquier, donde el individuo ha sido castrado hasta convertirlo en un pinche consumidor, donde dentro de la máquina, civilizados se destrozan y canibalizan sin parar como ratas encerradas, donde el aire se ha vuelto irrespirable, donde los ríos apestan a mercurio, donde la tierra ha sido envenenada y salada, el planeta entero convertido en un desierto de acero y concreto, nos piden esperar. Tener esperanzas y buenas intenciones. Que si dejamos de usar popotes y bolsas de plástico todo se solucionará. Que se vayan a la mierda. Y de paso métanse todo su puto plástico y sus buenas intenciones por el culo.

Ante su esperanza y pasividad nosotros practicamos la magia del delito y de la acción. Acción violenta, nihilista y extremista. Golpeando su máquina, sí, pero también a quienes la ocupan, habitan, soportan, dirigen y mantienen.

Sabemos que estas acciones no detendrán el curso de las cosas. Que con bombazos, balazos y veneno no salvaremos el mundo. Tampoco aspiramos a hacerlo. Lo único que queremos es ver brotar la sangre del civilizado, causar terror en su corazón , que los responsables de la tragedia no puedan dormirtranquilos en sus camas de seda sabiendo que probarán parte del infierno que han desatado.

Con nuestros actos no buscamos convencer a nadie más que a nosotros mismos. Tampoco queremos su aprobación o apoyo. Sólo lo hacemos para cumplir con una satisfacción egoísta e individual de pasar de espectadores a guerreros. ¿Qué puede ser más emocionante que burlar sus sistemas de seguridad y hacerles reventar un explosivo en sus fortalezas mejor cuidadas? ¿Qué puede ser mejor que cargar y dejar una bomba en un lugar público lleno de gente, cámaras y guardias y salir impune?
Quizá sólo el escuchar que el golpe ha funcionado, que has vuelto a causar muertos y heridos…

Estamos ante el escenario más desolador posible. El abismo está de frente y envolviendonos. Pero este no nos asusta. Sin pensar en ideas morales y humanistas nos hundimos en él. Emergemos guerreros, despiadados, desalmados y preparados. No pedimos nada y hacemos la guerra de manera TOTAL. Sin treguas y sin peros. Ante nuestro combate nos oponen el encierro o la muerte. Sordos estúpidos. No entienden que nosotros somos y venimos de la muerte, germinamos en ella. Con ella bailamos y ansiamos volver a su seno. Les tocaremos sus sombrías tonadas a las puertas de sus casas y mansiones, y quieran o no, beberemos juntos de sus licores.


Wild Manifesto of the Forest

Every day, every second, the machine doesn’t stop. Human progress and development move forward, with the frenetic rythm of a train without brakes. In its path, is leaving a huge trace of blood, roteness, waste and death.
Within its gears, worse than laboratory mice, masses of locked-up beings live, barely organic, they push and make the machine work. They are its fuel, they feed the machine.

This machine is heading towards the holocaust at incredible speed. It will crash inevitably against the wall of its own arrogance. The weight of its own power is what will make it explode. The cause of its greatness will be at the same time the cause of its collapse.

Yet even the machine stupidly increases its speed, while the coming catastrophe is more and more evident, more their inhabitants cling to it. They search for someone who lie and calm them. They cry, stupid and weak embrace their toys and devices. give up what was earned? How to give up the car, the cellphone, the drugs, the new serie? The only thing left is to keep going forward, increase the speed.

Are those “rational” and “humane” beings, the best defenders of the system on its totality. Defenders of the progress, of the planet-wide massacre. Not even their best armed guards, cops or military, are so effective. They are the family, the “partners” and “friends”, shield bearers of the moral and the good manners who will try to stop you from taking action, and will be the ones who will give you to the authorities if you do anything.

They are the ones who will be horrified and scandalized before the blast of an “indiscriminate” bomb that kills other useless spectators, or when they heard about a parcel bomb that wounded some university staff or a obese senator. At the same time they will ignore (if they even find out) about the extinction of another specie, about the massive extermination happening in Amazon or Lacandone.

In a world in wich the last redoubts of wild nature are being domesticated, felled, murdered to please humankind, in wich seas of animal and human blood drips and drown us everywhere, in wich the individual has been castrated until he has become a stupid consumer, in wich within the machine, the civilized ones destroy and cannibalize each other all the time like cornered rats, in wich the air has become unbreathable, in wich the rivers smells mercury, in wich the land has been poisoned and salted, the whole planet has become into a desert of steel and concrete, they told us to wait. To have hopes and good intentions. That if we stop using plastic straws and bags everything will be solved. Fuck you all. And shove all your fucking plastic and good intentions up your asses.

In contrast to their hope and passivity we practice the magic of crime and action. Violent, nihilist and extremist action. Hitting their machine, yes, but also those who occupy it, inhabit it, endure it, rule it and keep it working.

We know that this actions will not stop the course of the things. That with bombs, bullets and poison we will not save the world. But we do not have any aspirations to do so anyway. The only thing we want to see is the blood of the civilized ones sprouting out, cause terror in their hearts, that the ones responsibile for this tragedy will not sleep quietly on their silk beds knowing that they will taste a part of the hell that they unleashed.

With our actions we are not looking to convince anyone except ourselves. We also don’t ask for the approval or support of anyone. We do it just to fulfil our egoist and individual satisfaction passing from spectators to warriors. What can be more exciting than mock all their security systems and blast a bomb in their best secured fortresses? What can be better than carry and plant a bomb in a public space full of people, cameras and guards and get away with it?
Maybe only to listen that the hit worked out, and you caused death and wounded again…

We are facing the bleakest scenario possible. The abyss is in front and embracing us. But we are not afraid of it. Without thinkin in moral and humanist ideals we drown on it. We emerge as warrios, merciless, ruthless and ready. We ask nothing and we wage a TOTAL war. Without truce or excuses. In front of us stands prison and death. stupid deaf. You don’t understand that we are and come from the death, we germinate on her. With her we dance and we are looking forward to come back to her bosom. We will play her grim melodies at the doors of your houses and mansions, and even if you want or not, we will drink together her liquor.


(es/en/pt) Arde el amazonas, arde la conciencia de los híper-civilizados

Recibido al mail

Arde el amazonas, ya es noticia mundial. El fuego avanza y lo calcina todo, y los híper-civilizados temen… Las alarmas están encendidas y en las redes sociales todos ponen el grito en el cielo; ¡¿Por qué nadie hace nada?! ¡Nuestro planeta se está muriendo!

Pareciera que la conciencia mundial acerca del estado catastrófico en el que hemos sumergido al mundo está despertando, ¡EN 2019!, sentimos informarles que ya es demasiado tarde para eso, y “nuestro planeta” esta bien pinche condenado, o mejor dicho, “nuestro mundo” porque el planeta seguirá adelante sin nosotros.

Pero los felicitamos, han logrado que el Amazonas sea trending topic en twitter, de seguro que los animales muertos estarán agradecidos, y no hay duda de que a partir de mañana empezaremos a ver como los árboles se regeneran a base de likes y compartidas. Que puto chiste…

Hay algo que no esta en duda, la furia es una respuesta adecuada frente a la devastación, pero no de la que se indigna, sino de la furia que quema, que detona y que castiga.

Todos los dedos apuntan a Bolsonaro como el mayor culpable, y si bien es la salida fácil, no se puede negar que el cabrón esta particularmente ligado a la destrucción ambiental acelerada, sin embargo ¿Cuantos van allá de las palabras? Que nosotros sepamos, solo un grupo ha estado planeando la ejecución del bastardo. ¿Se preguntan cual?

Nosotros hace rato que vimos la crudeza de este mundo, y si algunos necesitan que se queme el pinche Amazonas entero para darse cuenta, que así sea, siempre y cuando la respuesta sea proporcional. El tiempo de las lamentaciones ha terminado, como ya decían los guerreros del ALF, ¿Si no eres tú, entonces quien? ¿Si no es ahora, cuando?

¡Ataca, quema y asesina!

¡Que la rabia se traduzca en odio misantrópico!

¡Muerte a la humanidad moderna!

Amazon burns, the conciusness of the hyper-civilized burns

Amazon burns, it’s alreadu worldwide news. The fire advances and burns everything and the hyper-civilized are afraid…The alarms are turned on and in the social media everyone is freaking out: Why nobody is doing anything?! Our planet is dying!

It seems like the global consciusness about the catastrophic state of in wich we left the planet is awakening, IN 2019! we are sorry to inform you that is too late for that, and “our planet” is pretty much fucked up, or rather “our world”, because the planet will continue forward without us

Congratulations, you made it, Amazon is now trending topic in twitter, for sure the dead animals will appreciate that, and there is no doubt that from tomorrow we will see how the trees self-regenerate themselves because of the “like and share”. What a fucking joke…

There is something that is not in doubt, Fury is an adequate response to devastation, but not the one that of the indignated ones, but the fury that burns, detonates and punishes.

Every finger points towards Bolsonaro as the one to blame, and even if this is an easy analisys, it can’t be denied that the bastard is closely linked to the accelerated enviromental destruction, however, How many go beyond words? As far as we know, only one group have been planning the assassination of the bastard. Do you wonder wich group?

We realize long time ago about the crudity of this world, and if some need that the whole fucking Amazon burns down to realize it, so be it, as long as the answer is proportional. The time for regrets is over, as the ALF warriors said, if not you, who? If not now, when?

Attack, burns and kill!

May the rage become misanthropic hate!

Death to modern humanity!

A Amazônia Queima, e Queima Também a Consciência dos Híper-civilizados

A Amazônia arde, já é notícia mundial. O fogo avança e queima tudo, e os híper-civilizados temem… Os alarmes estão ligados e nas redes sociais todos gritam aos céus: por que ninguém faz nada? Nosso planeta está morrendo!

Parece que a consciência mundial sobre o estado catastrófico em que submergimos o mundo está despertando, EM 2019! Lamentamos informar que já é tarde demais para isso, e “nosso planeta” está desgraçadamente condenado, ou melhor, “nosso mundo”, porque o planeta seguirá adiante sem nós.

Mas nós os parabenizamos, já que conseguiram fazer com que a Amazônia se tornasse trending topic no Twitter, certamente os animais mortos estarão agradecidos, e não há dúvidas de que a partir de amanhã começaremos a ver como as árvores se regeneram com base em likes e compartilhamentos. Que piada de merda…

Há algo que não resta dúvidas, a fúria é uma resposta adequada à devastação, mas não a que se indigna, sim a fúria que queima, que detona e que castiga.

Todos os dedos apontam a Bolsonaro como o maior culpado, e embora seja o caminho mais fácil, não se pode negar que o bastardo está particularmente ligado à acelerada destruição ambiental, no entanto, quantos vão além das palavras? Até onde sabemos, apenas um grupo esteve planejando a execução do bastardo. Se perguntam qual é?

Já faz muito tempo que nós vimos a crueza deste mundo, e se alguém precisa que toda a Amazônia seja queimada para se dar conta disso, que assim seja, desde que a resposta seja proporcional. O tempo das lamentações acabou, como os guerreiros da ALF já disseram: se não é você, então quem será? Se não for agora, será quando?

Ataca, queima, assassina!

Que a raiva se traduza em ódio misantrópico!

Morte à humanidade moderna!

[en] Interview with ITS-Argentina

[en] (Chile) 86 Communique of ITS: About the arrest of a supposed member of ITS-Chile

We still here, observing and laughing from the shadows while the cops celebrate the arrest of an alleged member of ITS, you should know that, as usual, you’re WRONG and in your incompetence, you left yourselves in ridiculous as you did during the previous years.

The dead protect us and that’s why we praise them before the attack, the cursed deities of the South cover us with their mantle and we get away safe again and again.

We are used to the made-up stories of the cops and in this side of the mountain range aren’t nothing new. Did you remember the joke that was the “Caso Bombas” back in the day? or the constantly made-up stories against the mapuche peoples that even end up with cops being charged with criminal offenses and the biggest JOKE have been all your investigations and research since we burned the skin of that disgusting miner back in 2017.

Lies have short legs, and you will swallow all your words when we unleash chaos again, more soon than later, in this lands of the south.

We don’t know who is Camilo, the truth is that he is not a member if the ITS Mafia, so he had nothing to do with the bombs against Landerretche, Louis de Grangue and the other four attacks that are blamed on him, those are only OURS, and those who rejoice today with the arrest of a dangerous terrorist will end up accepting the fact that probably they arrest nothing but a simple vandal, because the supposed “materials for making bombs” are common products available in every home, screws, tape, matches, carbon, etc. But from everything they are saying about, the most funny part is that of the “lone wolf”, this not even Mr. Chadwick believe it, neither the prosecutor nor anyone with a bit of common sense. Was just a single person the one who crafted and sent explosives, wounding important people and without help of anyone else? HA! We wish we had a fellow partner like that one within the Horde.

The call of the wild has summoned us for the fierce defense of wild nature, and we will continue on this path until the end, the path of terror and explosives, wounds and murders.

And if some day they really manage to arrest or kill us, from hell we will continue our war, like Kevin, Mark, Mauricio and all the ancient ones who confronted the advance of civilization.

Death to civilization and human progress!
Death to their lies and tricks!
Until the last eco-extremist is killed, we will continue at war!

Individualists Tending Towards the Wild-Chile

-Mystic Horde of the Forest