My Post Social Media Existence

Today, I successfully removed Facebook, Instagram and Twitter from my phone. Deactivating and deleting my accounts. I’ll maintain the EL Facebook page for a while as that seems to be where I am connected to those I am most interested in sharing with.

It is interesting to be reduced to one channel for communication. As noted, this is part of my motion toward my immediate and intentional communications and relationship building.

Social media has created a false surrogate for community and based upon my history of personal loss I have to admit that I fell for it and into it. While many of my old friends are connected through these platforms I am looking forward to seeing how many of them I can connect with in real life.

There is an aspect of passive vs active attention at play in my decision as well. Social media “friendship” can be a very passive act, a like or a comment on an algorithm fronted post and we are connected.

I’m more interested in sharing with those of like mind who seek myself and others out based upon the work and themes rather than an AI generated audience who may or may not vibe.

 

 

2023 New Year’s Day Missive

All our best to you and yours in the coming year. While I deplore the Gregorian calendar, I do thoroughly enjoy numeric correspondence, recognize synchronicity and embrace emergent opportunities for transformation. There’s a huge shift between 22 and 23 and there are worse devices to hitch our dreams upon these days.

This year our recognition of the solstice expanded to include our family joining a vision boarding session with Lottie Spady hosted by Earthseed Detroit and Healing By Choice. This awesome virtual workshop challenged us to do a ‘free write’ as part of our process. This 2023 Missive is a formalized expansion on the workshop free write. Thank you so much to Lottie for providing this space. 

2023 New Year’s Day Missive

Write Daily – My intention is for this New Year’s Day missive to be the first of disciplined daily output throughout 2023 and beyond. I feel as though my retreat from the fray to raise up these kids is coming to a close. It is time once again to reconsolidate and more adequately integrate my creative and artistic pursuits, my identity, with my day to day existence. I do not know the form that this expression will take, though I’m going for a level of exposition above and beyond social media.

Bail on Social Media – My intention is that this will be one of the last messages posted to social media in 2023. I will attempt to maintain Eschaton Life’s presence here as this is my sole connectio to some people and projects I hold dear. I have ceaselessly threatened to leave these platforms for years. The pulleys of my mental well-being have become too intertwined with those of algorithms and apps. After failed efforts to balance or manage theme their removal now seems the path of least resistance. This extraction will support the requisite realignment of priorities.

Get Our House in Order – Taking back the time and emotional energy that these platforms vamp, I intend to establish new connections and address foundational issues I have perpetuated on the mundane plane. The last 13 years have been about basic survival. The resources we have slowly accumulated while struggling to get out from under poverty have been pieced together haphazardly. They need to be reworked to be compatible with dominant systems if we are going to make it out of survival mode.

Family First – To survive without overtly endorsing the occupation of Detroit I monetized my talents to support deep community organizing. While this work matters to me and has impacted perceptions of power through some circles of influence, my personal power and relationships have been left behind. I intend to reprioritize what I expend my energy upon. My kids and partner need me more than I anticipated they would at this stage, and that is OK.  I believe that we can provide what they need to eventually live their lives on their own terms.

For the Old Gods – Part of meeting those needs will be actually working to live my life on my own terms. While that is extremely easy for me to surf community as a CISWHT guy, I have experienced difficultly as a heathen.  I struggle to bring myself and my relationship with the divine into the public sphere. If one of the reasons I strive toward liberation for all beings is my own unique manifestation and I have struggle so hard to keep that identity, I intend to and must represent that identity in community. 

In 2023, I intend to refocus to write daily, bail on social media, work on foundations, put family first, foster new relationships, and advocate for the divine as I experience it in the communities I share in. 

Breath of

As part of their religious studies curriculum our oldest will be visiting the Bharatiya Temple in Troy for an upcoming field trip. This has brought on many fond memories of my time teaching yoga at the temple and the time of my life when I aspired toward Hinduism. This is a short documentation of those days that I’m putting together to share with my kids as they move through their own studies.

Yoga has always been a part of my experience. I would like to think that aspects of yoga are inherent within me, within all of us, but it is hard to look at the state of the world and talk such foolishness. Like many my age, I would watch geriatric yoga on early morning Public TV in the 70s. I would try some of the poses but what hooked my undiagnosed ADHD/OCD cocktail of a mind was the breathing. Eventually I applied what I overheard waiting for cartoons to parts of my life.

I began to use breath as a survival technique when the domestic violence in my house was too much too bear. I quickly isolated the dissociative benefits of yoga and was forced to perfect them through trauma. I learned to block the violence out by focusing on my breath. It was truly a lifesaving technique/strategy and one of the sparks that led me to respect and eventually pursue faiths and practices uncommon in my families world.

I was raised in a home whose conflicts were more that physical. My mother’s side of the family were in the throws of conversion to born again evangelical christianity that was on the rise in what would become Regan’s America. My father’s side hell bent on economic success and capitalism, the more exploitive and profitable the better. Unable to identify with either side I developed an analysis and eventually strategies of resistance that included anything labeled taboo in the dominant household systems.

There is a great deal of time and lived experience between these initial connections to the breath in my youth and my decision to kneel before another man, a round and brown skinned man, and sincerely adore his feet.  It should also be noted that my experience with yoga during this time was severed from Hinduism entirely. Other than the then radical acceptance of a connection between body and mind, this western yoga was neutered.

I consider that my early onset skills with dissociation, while necessary to my survival also served to disconnect me from not only the reality of the situation, but from any analysis. While providing an out for me, it did not absolve my mind from taking it all in and needing to work it all out. Unfortunately, I did so through my own failed relationships.

Becoming a devotee
Pilgrimage to Mysore
Leaving to community

Bandcamp Friday – Lost Planet

Eden Bloom – Lost Planet I don’t know where I’m going I can’t remember where I’ve been I landed here on this planet And I’ve just been trying to fit in I sit with every sunset Chart the stars and draw the maps Light the fires on nights I think are special I keep on calling… And I wake with every sunrise Try to put it together best I can I do it for the people I’ve fallen in with here It was lonely so I’ve taken up with them. And I don’t know where we’re going Hate and greed may bring it to an end. My soul was brought down on this lost planet. Now our children carry the star with them. So I wake with every sunrise Try to listen to the spirits, the people and the land. I light the fires on the nights I think are special. While we spin I keep on calling…

Symbols and Spells Fall 2022

Welcome to the first full edition of Symbols and Spells. This has been a long time coming and now that it is here I am not sure what to say. I should start at the beginning I suppose. This year I changed my name to Eden Bloom. There are numerous reason for the change but here I’ll highlight the positive. What’s in a name.

Our family is well. We continue to work (slowly) on the house and the half acre of land that we are attempting to keep up. The biggest news is our new roof. Now that we are no longer dealing with water damage we can begin restoration of the “other” side of our house. We are also actively seeking investors to support this work and the creation of a space that we can share with our community.

I’ve been playing guitar quite regularly, almost every day. While I managed to eek out Lost Planet earlier in the year, I’ve been challenged to find my way to writing new material. I’ve started working on a project I’m calling Golden Age, which is basically a covers project. I’ve been posting them frequently to YouTube.

Before Stranger Things brought Kate Bush back into the charts I started working on a cover of her seminal nuclear protest track Breathing. Breaking from the simple live recordings I’ve been making in the dining room I attempted to multitrack this one. I also began working with lyrics that reflected our current struggle for clean air here in Detroit. If it were vinyl I’d release Breathing Stellantis as a b-side.

Earlier this year I self-published Eschaton Life. Supporters copies are still available and you can download a digital version.

In Respect and Gratitude,

Eden Bloom