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Welcome to Rasham Writes, a Literary Journal

Inspired by the World and its Mindful Revolutions 

And Now, A Letter From The Author:

Dearest Reader,

I do not despise this Great Nation and its policies to the extent that I would embrace blasphemy and terrorism. It is neither the case that I am so piss poor and poorly equipped that I tend to be exposed to this system’s evolving eccentricities.  For me there were many years of personal struggle and self-induced crisis; I lived for a while sheepishly and at the mercy of the state’s systems of education and correction, propelled off privately imagined cliffs by the severely stifling standards of western conventional control. After a period of prescription-strength torture brought about by formed attachments to grandiose misunderstandings I was ungraciously guided to a pivot, and because I believed myself to have never been blessed with the fortunes so freely granted to my televised peers, I chose again to relish in the land of toxic delusions; my body was dying and my spirit fleeing. I had to open my eyes.

And to what did I awaken? Not some glorified spiritual realm of colors, where love flows unconditionally from the rivers where the Gods bathe nude exposing souls in the presence of truth and beauty amidst the green gardens where the earth has its greatest significance in the power of the smallest spectacle. No. In flaming intensity were the realities of the war, the disease, the famine, the poverty, the lies, the greed, the anger, the frustration, the isolation, the pain; the perpetuation of a modern system of progression determined to harvest the wealth from the uterus of the world. I saw a country as a man and Earth as his whore, bound and bearing the bruises of her master’s unremorseful caress, his raucous laughter piercing her virginity whilst he fed his insatiable desire to raise himself high upon her breasts and drill his forked tongue deep within her satin pools to access her inherent bounties.

Beyond the obvious cuts and scrapes, the broken heart and tragically deteriorated morals of our wavering world, I witnessed a promising thing; I began to see the globe in its current state of transition, guided by the motives of a conscious community cultivating a force of a certain flavor ‘global unification’. The Social Retribution Movement is upon us; this nation will undoubtedly see the day prophesized by our ancient native predecessors. That we will shed the weight of our consumptive burdens and realize the powerful potency of pure love is soon approaching, encroaching upon even the stingiest of snooty scrooges, the greediest of glorified goons.

And in this modern era, in the overtones of this Bloodless Revolution, plays not the idea of right and wrong; beyond this outdated plot for arbitrary argumentation is the nurtured possibility that those certain philosophies and ideologies which have produced a world at such a present state are, simply, no longer useful.

It is true; we will soon discover ourselves collectively resting upon our knees humbly prepped to page the mystical formations of clouds in the skies; whence all advertisements, prescriptions, products, technology and toys have failed to supply us a simple smile, a substantial meal, a drop of liquid hydration, we will pray to the Gods to help us, and they might say only that ‘the answer is love’, and to this our hearts will respond that love is enough.

Our minds, however, will resist; indeed this bloodless war has experienced resistance in its beginnings alongside the rise of the supreme powers. But now noble warriors rise in numbers more than a few, spreading seeds instead of arrows, shedding hope in place of blood; the discovery of love will mark an achievement for man parallel in profundity to the discovery of fire; for the second time in the history of mankind we will have accomplished something worthy of divine applause.

As for myself; my words are what they are; they represent my developing humanness. I write for many reasons, though mainly because not to would irritate the very skin upon my back and cause my disgruntled opinions to manifest in other less wholesome ways. I invite you to read, to explore, to question, to challenge, to dissect the reality within which you live; you may find that it is not all it appears. I urge you to explore your own origins, to love yourself as you would others, and to remember this: all you really ever have to do in this world is breathe.

Rasham