Chapter 1 is Online

As promised, I have started to place chapters of Underminers online, and the trick seems to have worked – the block has been unblocked and, apart from a few days away in the relative wilds of Skye learning a bit of bushcraft and a visit from part of my family, writing has once again become a productive process.

The Introduction, as previously published, is now in the Book section as is the up-to-now unseen Chapter 1, which includes a specially compiled essay from Carolyn Baker, my guru for mental stability in times of collapse. Setting context, which is what this chapter does, is vital. Going straight into the Tools of Disconnection (Chapter 2) would assume far too much of the reader; not intellectually, but in terms of where this whole idea of Undermining is coming from. It’s a new concept for the vast majority of people, so Chapter 1 sets out to explain why undermining is such a critical thing, and why Industrial Civilization has to be undermined.

Chapter 2 will be published in a week or so, but for now please read and share what has so far been published, and if you can please link to the Book Section so that others can read the book as it comes online.

Online Publishing – Unblocking the Block

Over the next few weeks you will notice a few differences on this site. As you will have gathered, the book is far from complete, and due to a lack of routine at the moment I’m suffering from a temporary case of Writers Block. But it’s not just the lack of routine. As the book goes on it seems to be growing in importance, as though it is utterly vital that it gets into the public domain so people can get on with undermining.

Case in point: the Canadian tar sands. The symbolic “protest” group, 350.org are supporting a campaign under the banner Tar Sands Action (actually, I’m pretty sure they are organising it) which is apparently a serious attempt at disrupting the tar sands industry. This is how they are going to stop the tar sands:

The current plan is to commit a simple, sit-in style action at The White House fences, where there is a statute that restricts such activities. This action will be repeated daily as people come into town, keeping this sustained pressure on the issues. We expect people to remain civil and peaceful, acting in a dignified manner that is as serious as these issues are.

So you see the problem. I don’t think I need to spell out how fruitless this is.

In the light of this and many other examples of impotence in the face of increasing destruction and the complete encapsulation of humanity into the way of life called Industrial Civilization, I have no option but to publish Underminers online as soon as possible. I also need a serious kick up the arse, and maybe some of my dear readers will be able to help as things develop.

Therefore, starting in a few weeks this web site will become a publishing platform as well as a blog. Despite the obvious pitfalls with putting chapters of an unfinished book online, such as the whole book maybe not sitting together as well as if I had waited for completion, or the chance of realising I have missed something out (I reserve the right to change things retrospectively) it’s going ahead, starting with Chapter One, soon.

Watch this space.

Sixty Thousand Words

It’s been a while since the last post. And it’s been tough here in writing-land. Chapter 6 rolls on and until I just did a quick count-up I was wondering why I wasn’t making very good progress. The chapter is full-on undermining: practical, challenging and potentially risky, so it’s no bad thing that I’m picking my way carefully through the subject. Especially as the chapter focuses on the hardest challenge of all – undermining the Veil of Ignorance.

Then I did the count-up and found, to my surprise, that I had already written 15,000 words out of the 60,000 words written in total – in just this one chapter, eclipsing the “monster” Chapter 2 and with only a glimmer of the end in sight. Part of me is not enjoying this at all; I wrote to a friend a couple of weeks ago asking for help, simply because the book was becoming too large for the words I was able to write. By writing that message I clarified in my mind what I needed to do – just focus on what matters and not worry about the process of getting there. Easier said than done, but each time I open this expanding document I go a little closer to the end. There is an end, isn’t there?

Underminers: The Introduction

While I’m working my way through Chapter 6 I thought I would share the official introduction to Underminers. As I have made a couple of (unsuccessful) submissions to publishers then I have had to make sure the Introduction is pretty much exactly as I would want it, so here it is.

How can something so connected be so disconnected? I ask myself this question sitting in a library a few miles from my home in the borders of Scotland, wirelessly hooked up to the Internet providing me with access to just about every piece of information…that the civilized world considers to be of consequence. There was a pause in my writing there, because the phrase that so nearly reached my fingertips was “every piece of information of any consequence” – literally a much more satisfying expression, but so far away from the truth. What I am able to access via the corporate-controlled routers, switches and servers that comprise the Internet may be close to all the information that Industrial Civilization has gathered in its short tenure on Earth, but it is a closed, self-perpetuating network; as disconnected from the real world as its individual components will be from each other when the current eventually ceases to flow.

It was nearly two years ago that what I thought would be my magnum opus was first published in book form. Not that I expected to sell a great number of copies of Time’s Up! but along with its online incarnation, and a slew of related articles both from myself and the friends (and some enemies) accumulated in the subsequent time I did expect something to come of it. Maybe it did; maybe I’ve been looking in the wrong places, or perhaps the work that came about as a result is hiding in the cracks and beneath the floorboards of public awareness. There is no doubt that anything that has the potential to destabilise the Culture of Maximum Harm, as Daniel Quinn so accurately calls Industrial Civilization, needs to be protected. Nevertheless, the question that has come back to me by email, letter, word of mouth and, indirectly, through the comments and thoughts on so many blogs and forums, is one that suggests I am far from finished in my writing. That question is: “What can I do?”

This book is a response to that question.

It is not the definitive response; it’s barely an adequate response given the level of emotion with which some people have phrased the question, but it is the best I can do for now. It is also a big personal risk on my part, and on the part of anyone who is associated with the distribution of this book, in whatever media it makes its appearance. Over the last year my life and that of my family has changed: we have moved to a place where connections with the real world, with fellow human beings and the rest of nature abound; so it has changed for the better. We would love things to stay this way, but know they cannot and will not, as the environment nature created and nurtured crumbles under the boot of civilization, and the energy that feeds the machine begins to trickle rather than gush. The publication and distribution of this book’s content is a risk to our personal circumstances, but reflects the nature of the situation we are increasingly going to experience. It is also something I have to do. Undermining is something we are all going to have to take a part in if we are once again to take control of our own destiny.

And that raises the question of what undermining is. The simple definition is as good as any: removing that upon which something depends for its strength. If you want to make a house fall down then start removing bricks from its base; eventually, if you remove enough bricks, the house will tumble to the ground. If the house is tall or top-heavy then you will need to remove comparatively fewer bricks. If the house already has weak foundations, or substandard construction, then you might not have to remove very many bricks at all. The same principle applies to anything that you wish to undermine: a wall, a political party, a corporation, an entire set of principles by which a population carries out its daily life.

The way in which Industrial Civilization keeps us attached to its principles – such as the belief that economic growth is a good thing or that it is necessary for a few people to tell the majority how to live or that having a well paid job is a natural human aspiration – is by ensuring civilized people are kept disconnected from anything that might provide them with an alternative view of what life is really about. This disconnection from the real world is achieved through what I have called the Tools of Disconnection. If we stay attached to the underlying principles of Industrial Civilization then we stand little hope of surviving the next century as a viable species; but as long as we remain disconnected from the real world, then that is a very likely outcome indeed.

The way to return civilized humanity to a state where long-term survival is a real possibility is to reject the principles of Industrial Civilization and live as though we wish to have a future. The way to achieve this is by undermining the Tools of Disconnection. That is what this book aims to do: not merely in words, but by fostering an entire generation of people who are willing to go beyond the superficial rhetoric of the mainstream environmental organisations; a generation of people who are ready to take risks in order to return humanity to a connected state.

We are the Underminers, and this is our time.

A Progress Report – Chapter 6

It’s hard tack at the moment. I’m working my way through Chapter 6 which was, up to about 10 seconds ago called “Undermining the Machine – Part 1” which sounded impressive because there was a Part 2, but completely failed to get to the point of the chapter which can be stated in various metaphors, such as “Removing the Shackles”, “Leaving the Cave” or (the new title) “Removing the Veil” (I briefly toyed with “Ripping the Veil” but it sounded a bit too much like bridal abuse, which is not nice at all). So anyway, this Veil of Ignorance thing – it sounds like a cliche, and maybe that’s the point. We’re so used to the idea that we’re not as smart as we like to think and people are constantly pulling the wool over our eyes, but there is a far more serious side to this because, as I discuss much earlier in the book – hooray, there is a much earlier now! – human nature makes it possible to totally deceive one another. So we have all these Tools of Disconnection acting pretty much in the open, and then this other thing – the Veil of Ignorance – making sure we don’t see them.

So rather than go straight in to the easy stuff I’m risking putting people off entirely by dealing with the really tough things straight away, because they are the things that have to be dealt with first. To quote:

At birth we are connected to the real world and then, subtly, without our nascent consciousness being aware of it even happening, a veil is slipped over our minds. As we proceed through our lives layer after layer is wrapped around us to suppress any inquisitiveness we may have. It’s impossible to know exactly when the first ragged holes start to appear in the Veil of Ignorance, but by the time they do, for most people, that wild spirit of curiosity that would have troubled our young minds had they not been veiled is gone. We are enmeshed in lives that leave little room for inquiry, and so set in our ways by the constant forces that have governed our thoughts that we do not seek out truth – we only seek out what the system has taught us are worthy goals: money, material possessions, career progression, synthetic happiness and whatever “dream” our adoptive country is driven to aspire to.

This chapter is about undermining the Veil of Ignorance in its many forms, so that we will be able to at least recognise what is going on around us and, even with no further help, allow us and those we care about, and those we feel should be aware, to make our own decisions. In order to undermine this, The Most Powerful Tool of All, we must first learn what makes it tick and thus what can make it stop.

I’m not working quickly here. The end of May deadline will be passed, and maybe by the end of the year I’ll be finished. On the other hand I’ve had another publisher rejection on commercial grounds with a suggestion that maybe online publishing is the only direction to go, so I might just take that up and, in the tradition of Charles Dickens (currently reading Great Expectations, by the way), publish online chapter by chapter. I’ll keep you posted.

Literally.

A Few Sheets of Paper

I have before me a pile of paper. The print is off-white, small and spread across both sides of the 27 sheets of A4 – if I’m going to print out a draft of Part One then I suppose I should make it as “environmentally friendly” as possible, whatever that means in these days of saturation-point greenwash. Strange things happen to my brain when I’m doing the day-to-day things that comprise the lot of the civilization-edge family man: is baking bread from shop-bought flour any more sustainable than buying the bread itself; should I cut my own wood for fire or get a delivery of local hardwood; should I grow my own vegetables or use a local organic box? The thing all the former options have in common is that they involve doing more things myself rather than getting (and usually paying) someone else to do them for me. The question of something being “environmentally friendly” is a moot point – a smokescreen created by the system to differentiate between different versions of the same destructive thing.

It doesn’t really matter how many sides of paper I’m using or how small I’m printing the text out, I’m still using technology that requires a planet-hungry culture to create. I do it, like we all do it, just because it feels better. But in this case I’m also doing it because I’m taking a bus journey tomorrow and want to read the first half I’ve written of the book I really need to hurry up finishing. So far it seems ok, but then my chief critic (Mrs Farnish) hasn’t read it yet!

Gosh! That was quick.

Chapter 4 is complete, all but the guest essay which I have received a positive response to – it’s a good one. One thing about writing this chapter, which without the guest essay tops out at 7,300 words, is how the writing itself matches much of the subject matter. I spent some time pressing home the importance of planning in any undermining action, even if that action appears to be spontaneous. Something is always burning at the back of your mind, or should be if there is to be any chance of success – if you are jailed but the undermining action was successful then there must have been some planning involved. If you are jailed and no undermining resulted then the chances are you didn’t plan properly.

Writing is like that, usually. This isn’t a novel so the ideas cannot emerge unbidden from some imaginatory orifice; what I write in this book will affect how people think and how they behave. Not some big-headed claim, as I know people have taken seriously what I wrote in Time’s Up! and which is a major reason this book is being written at all. I may have a fair idea of what undermining looks like and how to do it, but who else does? Maybe in another guise, but having given birth to the concept of Undermining the Tools of Disconnection it is my responsibility to at least get it on its feet and help it to survive in the big wide world.

The fact that this is my baby is a big reason why some bits can be written quickly and others take much more time. The latest chapter has been developing for a while in various forms, partly on the Unsuitablog, partly in my head, and when I open the tap to that source of information it comes pouring out. Which is nice, if it turns out all right.

Anonymous Essay

The text of Underminers is interspersed with essays by various people that I think have important things to say about the subjects in hand, so what happens when you want an essay written by a loose collective of people who are having an impact on the world far beyond their numbers and in a way that is changing the way activism works entirely.

You ask nicely.

Which is what I have done in the realms of Anonymous, and ended up with something that reads like a normal essay – albeit about an extraordinary thing – yet was actually written by about ten different people, none of whom I know anything about nor wish to do so. Anyone who thinks that Anonymous is just a bunch of haxtors and script-kiddies will get a shock when they see how good the text is: these are people who take things seriously, yet with a hefty splash of lulz thrown in.

The hive mind has spoken, and it has spoken well.

Into Chapter 4

It’s all going a bit too well. Chapter 3 took a couple of weeks, which while not up to the stupid writing speeds of Time’s Up! (I was hitting a chapter a week for a couple of months) is pretty good progress for this book. As it whizzed passed there were bits of Chapter 3 that I really enjoyed writing, particularly the plot arcs which for some reason seem to pop up all over the place without much effort – another arc occured at the beginning of Chapter 4, but more of that chapter when I’ve finished.

I’m quite excited about the guest essays that I’m at least trying to get lined up; one of them may be a wish too far, but the more people with influence and a reputation for doing the right thing I can get involved, the more likely people will take what is being said in the book seriously. This has never been about money, and I have to keep saying this when I mention something that may also increase readership. Hell! I’m very unlikely to even get a publisher given what this is turning into, but oddly one thing that makes me carry on is knowing that I don’t have to sell the book, I can just give it away. That’s why I’ll never have an agent.

That’s also why I don’t feel like a hypocrite.

Swearing

There are already four very rude words in my book. They all have to be there.

My children want to read my book. I have told them about the rude words: they say, “It’s ok, Dad, we won’t be damaged by them.”

So that’s ok.