The following was recieved by the Rebel Alliance as Project Stardust. Many Bothan spies died to bring us this information --
"Serok Apo: Since 1984, you and the Kurdistan Worker's Party have served the Revolution and humanity in the final days of the Cold War; now we beg you to help us in our struggle against the Fascist Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my request to you in person; but my ship has fallen under attack and I’m afraid Operation Neptune has failed. I’ve placed information vital to the survival of the Revolution into the memory systems of this R2 unit. A certain Senator will know how to retrieve it. You must see this information safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Abdullah Ocalan; you’re our only hope.
Secret Apprentice of Darth Vader"
9 March, 2019
2 Adar II , 5779
2 Rajab, 1440
2 Xakelewe, 1398
Earth, third rock from Helios, Sol System
Reporting from somewhere in the United States
Hey y'all. just your friendly neighborhood cyberpunk apostle here.
I've got an epic story to tell about what can happen in a week to alter the course of human history forever. It's gonna involve the Kingdom of Heaven, the Kingdom of Hell, our entire species as a whole, and our past, present, and future. It will feature all of us in the ultimate battle between good and evil, dark and light, strong and weak, human and inhuman, carnal and divine, Babylonian and Zionite, violent and peaceful. This is the story of the central conflict of human existence.
History was made this week for all people across this inhabited planet Earth that revolves around our midlife, main sequence star. Whether we like it or not, we are here in a perplexing and strangely beautiful arrangement of well ordered and divinely designed precision. I've come to simply call it Architecture.
According to the scriptures valued by the Abrahamic religions of the world (Islam, Judaism, Christianity, and the Bahai), our world was created in seven days.
What does this mean? Sometimes it seems like we have more questions than answers. But long have we known that by using the simple gifts endowed to us by our own self-evident nature and nature's God, we can find answers. This is what it means to be human -- to study it out in our mind, to be rational and scientific, to test all things but also be open minded and willing to obey our Creator.
Does this mean that we live on a six thousand year old planet magicked up by an anthropomorphic God who spent 168 hours crafting the world we inhabit today from the rude elements of matter, energy, space, and time? Are those days symbolic? Did God actually "take a break" on the seventh day? And are we to heap blame for the downfall of humanity's innocence and our entrance into a broken and sinful world on a single woman sometime in the distant past named Eve?
Are we actually living on a planet under the slavish rule of the Adversary?
Or are we actually one very small part of an Infinite Empire benevolently served and guided by the Lightbringer?
Do we live in a cosmos engineered by an Architect? Or are we just on the Planet of the Apes?
Did the flying spaghetti monster touch us all with his noodly appendage? Was he boiled for our sins?
Are we all just cacti and so can you?
Are we fighting what history will remember as the Last War before the Last Day?
Is Scientology about "clearing the planet" or "going clear"? Are made up science fiction religions able to do more good than evil? Or is the dogma of scientism going to do more harm than healing?
Questions beget yet more questions. Of the many sacred writings these religions have preserved for humanity throughout the millenia, which of them are true and reliable? What can we lean on in our individual and collective search for truth amidst lies, order amidst chaos, compassion amidst violence, light amidst darkness, love amidst hate, free agency amidst slavery, and benevolence amidst wrath?
The Role of Good News in Human History
From the very beginning of human history (the named "beginning" of which we are still redefining to this very day in accordance with new data), we as homo sapiens have kept some kind of record of our experiences here. These records are not always perfect, but they are preserved through the forces both Seen and Unseen over vast time for us to find and interpret later. Often, we can tell a great deal about what our fellow humans in the past valued based on their lasting efforts to preserve records for their descendants to find.
At all times in human history where intelligibile records are found preserved, it is always striking how much we can identify with our fellow human beings and their many trials, refinements, and conflicts throughout the ages. From the most ancient of times to the very present moment, we as a species have been in conflict with eachother, with other species, with our environments, and sometimes even the very cosmos itself.
Conflict is what defines us as fundamentally homo sapiens. It has defined us in our past, it defines us now, and will continue to define us in the eternities to come. In similar words, Siddharta Gautauma Buddha proclaimed that life is suffering, the cause of suffering is our desire, if we cease desire we cease suffering, and there is a path to accomplish this through our own effort.
The Role of Conflict in Human History
The ability to struggle, to fight, and to win is to be fundamentally human at the uttermost core of our being.
I learned this from my first teacher, Kreia. Kreia is many things to me -- a very real person, a fictional character, and a source of deep inspiration and puzzling revelation. She was once a Jedi but much later in life took up the mantle of a Sith Lord and quietly pursued the Crusader's steps. As Darth Traya, she would enigmatically manipulate the tattered remnants of a broken galaxy. She mentored the Jedi Exile Meetra Surik, the infamous General responsible for helping the Revanchist Movement bring a swift and final victory at Malachor V.
Kreia taught both my and my Star Wars counterpart, the enigmatic person known simply and only as "Revan". According to the established lore of the Star Wars EU, Revan was at least a Jedi Crusader, Sith Lord, militant leader, victorious champion of the Mandalorian Wars, strategic genius for which some called him "the Butcher". As a Jedi Master and husband of Bastila Shan, he pursued the machinations of a far greater evil, an inspiration for a reformed Rule of Two based Sith Order founded by Darth Bane, and both a mentor to and student of his many friends, family and allies across the Galaxy who would refound both the entire Jedi Order and the Republic.
The Role of Freedom of Information in Human History
As for me? A reader of history and perhaps a writer of it?
Who I am is not important. Only my message is. I've been saying that for going on eleven years now and don't intend to stop any time soon. I'm just one person on a beautiful, gigantic, ancient rock orbiting a star. But I'm also not the only one saying it anymore. There's alot of us, untold numbers, and it seems that we are winning this penultimate battle. Most of all, with one resounding human voice we are saying, WE ARE HERE.
These "cosmic conflicts" or perhaps even "star wars" always tell the same stories over and over again, but never in our history have we grown tired of hearing them. In fact, they've only gotten better over time the more we experience them whether we are readers or writers. They are all filled with deep meaning to be experienced by all people who experience the quintessential existential dilemma of what it means to be a conscious free agent in a vast cosmic universe in which we are most definitely not alone. These stories are myths for our time.
The victors write the history books, compose the poems, produce the films, write the scores, and orchestrate the operas that will tell these stories for time and eternity immemorial. In my twenty five mortal years, I have learned what it means to be victorious. Victory is when you are more powerful, stronger, more passionate, and fight harder in this conflict than the enemy. Victory is when your chains are broken and you can truly call yourself free.
Victory is to be celebrated only once the peace has been won. There is no emotion, there is peace. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Peace in passion, passion through peace.
I hope this particular piece of good news may someday be counted worthy to rest in the hallowed annals of a history book, but that remains to be seen. Much work lies ahead of all of us here at Zion Free Media. But WE ARE HERE. And we are not alone. All we ask is that y'all do your parts, and we'll all do ours.
Our Team Schedule
Behind this single piece of journalism is an incredible number of hardworking crazy humanitarians just like me. All of them are readers and writers of human history like myself. All of them don't ask for very much in return for their labor in the grand scheme of things.
I want to know what your week was like, fellow crazy hevals. I'll tell you a little bit about mine.
Sunday was my birthday. 3 March, 2019. I turned 25 years of age by the Gregorian calendar. I spent most of it doing what I usually do. Being our Editor-in-Chief. I did, however, ask the lot of you to be exceptionally creative when it came to wishing my a happy birthday. I think that may have come to bite me in the ass in the best possible way. This year, the only thing I really asked for on the day of my birthday was to see the fall of the fascist empire that continues to empower fascist politics and political parties across the globe.
I'm not really one to celebrate my birthday. Never have been. To be perfectly frank, the last decent birthday I had as 3 March, 2013 in Jackson County, Missourii. I don't have anything against anyone who wants to make an obscene week-long party like I did when I turned 18. But I sure as hell don't want to end up in jail like I did a week after turning 21. Or be stuck in a concentration camp to turn 22. I don't much remember turning 23. I was very depressed, and I tend to supress my darkest periods. When I turned 24, I had plans to relocate myself to the other side of the world and go backpacking with friends, but it just didn't work out. And that's okay. Because life is called living and not existing for a reason. We are human beings, not human doings.
It's not a story the Jedi would tell you.
Have you ever heard the tale of Darth Plageuis the Wise? /r/prequelmemes is leaking again. I hate sand. Its coarse, rough, irritating and it gets everywhere.
Let us, the Jedi Council set the official record straight. A certain coequal member of our council, Anakin Skywalker was presumed dead at the We''ve been hardline antifascist punks since our youths. But we have also grown up at a crazy time in human history where progress is extraordinarily rapid, and that carries consequences both good and bad for us all. War is sometimes necessary to win the peace. Peace is sometimes necessary to win the war. But we definitely don't want to lose the war. That is not a cost we can afford to pay. Ever.
It's taken twenty five years for me to become the well educated citizen soldier that I am today, and I'm still learning, training, growing, and fighting. I think I can safely say I speak for all of us here when I say these things are true of us all. We all have our talents, blessings, strengths, and weaknesses. One thing remains the common denominator -- we are all human and we are here.
I'm going to address this topic in publication exactly once. I am sick and tired of having to explain this to people over and over and over. It's really, really very simple. My name is Revan M Filiaexdeus. Facebook forces me to spell my name wrong because of it's current policies regarding identity. I've met many other people in my life that have had this experience just like me, like fellow wriiter Namely Marly.
What does my name mean? It's quite simple. Revan comes from Romance language root revanche which has variously been translated as revenge in modern English or revanchism in Latin. I have long used my own simple summary translation -- Revan means to take back something once stolen.
My last name Filiaexdeus was very difficult to come up with. I wanted an identity of my own that I could pass on to my own family someday if they would choose to accept it. It comes from some Latin roots which you may recognize from the traditional Roman Catholic prayer featured in The Boondock Saints -- in nomine patri et fili et spiritu santi. A very literal rendering from Latin would be "daughter from God". Filia is the female whereas filius is the male declension, but Filiusexdeus didn't quite flow the way I wanted it to. So, as before, I've used my own loose translation -- Filiaexdeus means a person sent from God. In the Koine Greek of the New Testament, an apostolos is a messenger who is set apart to carry a message on a mission whereas an Apostolos is a member of a particular Council hand selected by Jesus of Nazareth. Both operate within their specific and ordained spheres of authority, for in our Father's house are many mansions, but His house is a house of order and not of Chaos.
A note on antifascism and inglorious basterds
We willfully decided of my own free agency to dedicate myself and my life to antifascist politics, radical spirituality, and innovative education. After all, a well educated citizen soldier is the basic unit of essentially all antifascist organizations. People working tirelessly to fight fascism globally may fall under a plethora of names and ideologies -- libertarianism, socialism, anarchism, democracy, republicanism, federalism, confederalism, minarchism, mutualism, syndicalism. What ever the terms, antifascism is always revolutionary.
Fascism, therefore, is counterrevolutionary. Make no mistake -- there are no inhuman monsters visible in flesh and blood among either the antifascist revolution or the fascist counterrevolution. Both have been waging war against one another through human history since at least the birth of human consciousness continuing until today. It is the fundamental and archetypal struggle between light and dark, good and evil. There must needs be an opposition in all things to provide a catalyst for conflict. How we choose to play that conflict out is entirely up to us. As history shows, it can be savage, brutal, and inhumane, or it can be civilized, merciful, and humane.
Welp, surely if you've heard of Aldo the Apache you shoulda hearda Seargent Hugo Stiglitz. Or maybe a certain Nazi huntin' Bear Jew and the rest of us inglorious basterds once upon a time in Nazi occupied France . . .
Information is free -- keep it so!
If this piece of good news is shared throughout the world, we believe it can have everlasting change. But that takes work. The more of us who choose freedom of information and choose to keep it so will make it much easier for those of us who have been doing this for way too long. and read in every language known and not-yet-known to man, we here at ZFM have a great and everlasting hope that it may be the benefit of all of us without exception. It will join as a single thread in a greater tapstry, one of many stories written in blood and air, earth and water, spirit and soul, body and mind, lightsabers and pens.
This is a story for all of us who would read it, no matter what.
I am the direct blood descendant of two extraordinary men who set an example to me of revolutionary antifascism. One of them I would never meet in the flesh and the other I have fond memories of from my very early life until his passing. Both of them are my great grandfathers. Tup McWaters was a Pacific theatre veteran who was drafted and fought the Imperial Japanese state during several battles. Bartow Saunders was a hardworking businessman too young for the Great War draft and too old to take up a rifle against the Nazis. Both of them did what they could to bring down the fascist warmachine globally and serve their communities locally, whether that was firing an M1 Garand and acting as a de facto interfaith chaplain or growing pine trees for turpentine to make bombs to drop on the sonsabitches who thought they could mess with the Allies.
Both of them were deep men of a complex and mystical faith that was not always well understood by their contemporaries. Both testified boldly throughout their lives that that faith was the central and driving passion of their life. When he returned alive to American soil from the Pacific Theatre, Tup McWaters found a local church community in which he found true solace and deep peace and thanked God he was alive. For as long as I can remember, Bartow Saunders has been a lifelong Methodist and Freemason.
I am just a Saint doing his best to follow the upward call of Jesus Christ, a well educated and well skilled citizen soldier, and one of the members of IAGU/Nabat. Not all of us have the luxury of pacifism or inattention to what goes on around the globe. Some of us have been in this fight since day 1.
Rebellions are built on hope. Hope leads to mercy, mercy leads to forgiveness, forgiveness leads to healing.
Empires are built on fear. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.
Enlightenment can come through suffering.
Anyone can be a Buddha. That's just humanity at its finest.
Victory Over ISIS Day (VOID)
We, the victors of the Rebel Alliance to Restore the Republic, know how history turned out for my grandfathers and a great deal of other hevals. The Syrian Civil War is over.
We all have the benefit of hindsight when reading this article. By examining history and learning it's lessons, we can win the peace to forge a more peaceful, more victorious, more righteous future for all of us. But history happens one week at a time, and so, we will all write those history books one week, one day, one moment at a time. As one.
On 4 Monday, the alt-right hate group The Highwaymen gathered together their motley crew -- in Ben Kenobi's words, a "wretched hive of scum and villainy" -- in the State of Arkansas to spit white supremacist, hateful, racist, authoritarian, power seeking rhetoric.
On 5 Tuesday, Zion Free Media in collaboration with its many international friends deployed a number of projects collectively organized among self organizing, well educated citizen-soldiers. We are on all seven continents and maybe some other planets, too. Our current theories blame Rick Sanchez and McDonald's Szechuan Sauce as the primary culprit.
On 6 Wednesday, all of us reported to our superiors across the globe. We antifascists do organization differently than fascists. We believe in practical, actionable, radical democratic confederalism to the benefit of all. Fascists, on the other hand, obey a single Leader blindly to the detriment of all. To all antifascists everywhere I say, workers of the world, unite!
On 7 Thursday it stormed a good bit. But I like storms. Growing up in Florida and living sometimes quite ruggedly across the various climates of North America, I've learned to find peace in the storm. To all of you Saints on this day, I say Veiztu hvé rista skal, veiztu hvé ráða skal? \
veiztu hvé fá skal, veiztu hvé freista skal? \ veiztu hvé biðja skal, veiztu hvé blóta skal? \ veiztu hvé senda skal, veiztu hvé sóa skal? (“Havamál”: 144)
On 8 Friday, I returned to my home and started preparing for the Sabbath. Friday is a holy day to those who would submit to God. For the past three years, I have done my best to remember my many friends, family members, and colleagues who identify as Muslim. A Muslim in the most original sense from the Arabic means "submitter". Many of my closest friends and allies have been deeply, faithfully, compassionately, mercifully Muslim in all the right ways. We call each other brothers and sisters and pray together. Often, we will share scripture, poetry, music, art, and prose with one another. My closest and most personal Friday confidant is Ahmed Nait-Djoudi. He has been my friend, brother, fellow humanitarian, and correspondent since I founded my company. We don't let distance separate us. In fact, I've never met him in person. But we've both been working, loving, playing, and making dumb memes together for quite some time now.
This Friday was also International Women's Day and we joined the efforts of many people across this Earth who are desparate for true peace not as the world gives, but the real and everlasting peace promised to us by God and God alone, with whom we can associate no partners.
To all of you Saints on this day, I say, bismallah irrahman irrahim asalaamalaiekeum!
Today on 9 Saturday / the Sabbath, we inglorious basterds keep it holy. Saturday is the Jewish Sabbath. For many goyim, it's the day of the principal ritual of the sport known variously as Hand-Egg, American Football, futbol, soccer, rugby, etc...
To me, it means time for recreation. What does that mean? Is it possible that recreation is "re-creation?" Hyphens can mean alot, but not really. So I follow my conscience, my body, and the Spirit and do whatever may recharge me that day. I play old PC games. I work on my truly creative projects in poetry, prose, and visual art. I sleep and meditate.
Another one of my mystical teachers that I have kept in regular correspondence with since my sophomore year of highschool gave me a deep love for this day, and taught me to revere it. His name is Stephen Boston, and is otherwise known to internet saints as the Reluctant Messenger. To all of you Saints on this day, I say Hallelujah! Shalom alacheim!
7) Sunday is the Lord's Day. It is the day in which people who value the life and teachings of Jesus of Nazareth all over the globe partake in sacraments and ordinances. I call those people Saints as per the New Testament. Jesus' people have been called many things over the millenia. During his mortal ministry, they were definitely known as revolutionaries, but also came from a wide strata of society and culture in the true melting pot that was the nations of Israel and Palestine under the Roman Empire.
Historically, it is the day that Jesus of Nazareth rose from the dead and has been the focal point of the service of the priesthood of the Church of Jesus Christ. We priests and elders have not always been perfect in our service, and its definitely been a conflict filled two thousand years. But always we continue as soldiers in the army of light fighting the eternal war against the army of darkness.
Testimony of one single cyberpunk apostle
I have gained a gnostic, unbreakable testimony of one simple fact in my 25 mortal years (of this particular incarnation) -- Jesus of Nazareth is alive today. Mary Magdalene was the first to have this testimony because she saw him with her own eyes, heard him with her own ears, and continued to love and serve him from that day onward until this present day.
The veil of this mortal plane and the world of spirit is not as thin as we would like to believe. I am sometimes guilty of not having enough faith. We all have faith in something. We have faith in our Heavenly family and our Earthly family to be essentially true to our primary experience. Evidence does not lie.
Today, as a simple priest and elder of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I am extraordinarily humbled to join my testimony with an incredible number of fellow Saints through spacetime and eternity. We each have our stories to tell. Some times, those stories can be extraordinary to those who have not had the delight of such primary experience, but I assure you, it is very very true. Each and every word.
You'll come to find that extraordinary really does mean extra ordinary.
In an infinite cosmos filled with such wonder, beauty, and opportunity there are infinite choices in how we can express this testimony. All that matters is that we do it to the best of our ability, make it true, keep aspiring to the upward call of Jesus Christ, and endure until the end. We may sometimes have to fight, but we will always win, because we Saints are on the winning side of history. We are the Storytellers, and WE ARE HERE.
There is no power of heaven, hell, or earth that can ever make me deny it. There is nothing I would trade for it. It is a pearl of great price, so to speak. The very first solid personal revelation I ever recieved in my deep meditations and sacred personal spiritual experiences as to who my companion beyond the veil was was a simple word ... "pearl." Over time, I'd come to recieve more and more revelation. It has taken me twenty five years to learn to really listen, and also how to really talk with God and other members of my divine family across the veil.
My testimony of this eternal truth cannot be purchased from me, because I'll give it to anyone who simply asks and is willing to listen. I am very militant and adamant about the fact that the Gospel must be freely offered. This truth is integral to the justice of God, the mercy of God, the creation of God, the compassion of God, the preservation of God, the destruction of God, and the Atonement itself.
The word Gospel simply means good news. It really is that simple. I've read the word for years now in many, many different languages and it all comes out to those two basic words.
Why do we do it?
Here at Zion Free Media, we are a different kind of think tank and publishing company. We believe that good news can be a healing balm, source of power, wellspring of courage, and rock of revelation. We offer this good news to all of humankind through a variety of mediums and work with many other efforts across the globe dedicated to journalistic integrity, freedom of information, the worth of all persons, basic human rights, and universal libertie, egalitie, fraternatie!
But at the same time, we're just a bunch of weird folks all across the world who believe we can be real life superheroes. We're all inspired by our own personal heroes in fact and fiction. At the core of our need to be, think, and act heroically is a drive to do what is right at any cost. All of us here at our international team have paid some kind of cost to do what is right. All of us have been wronged somehow. All of us have definitely fought very hard for this day.
We now seek to remedy any and every fundamental wrong with an overwhelming outpour of righteousness. It is our sincere belief that this will be the gathering of Zion in these latter days. At the Last Day, if our rights outweigh our wrongs, we will be vindicated by God.
SUBMIT YOUR STORY
Not all heroes wear capes, but some of us do. Heroism is the very human capacity to choose the right. Any human being can be a hero or a villain in their own story. This was just one story we have to tell. We'd like to tell them all. We believe that there is an infinite supply of heroic stories out there to tell that will continue inspire, transform, change, beautify, and heal for eternities to come.
If you would like to submit your story to us, please see our Submission page. In order to help us separate genuine submissions from spam, please adhere to our simple submission guidelines.
Please be patient with us and expect a reply sometime in the 2019 calendar year. We have a ton of projects we are reviewing already, but we promise that every genuine submission will be carefully considered by an expert team of thinkers and publishers.
Chair -- Revan M. Filiaexdeus
Revan Filiaexdeus is a freelance journalist and social activist who has been following the Syrian Civil War since it's origins in the Arab Spring of 2010. He is passionately dedicated to an objective covering of these events, facts-based war reporting and proactive, humanitarian peacework for the ultimate benefit of the human race as a whole.