I can’t say that I’m particularly surprised by Obama’s new plan to scarper plans of government-funded human space exploration. NASA’s till has been empty for decades — yet with this continued elimination of space agency funds for getting people into space, it feels like we’re letting go of something vitally important.
We weren’t supposed to just get up there to plant some flags and analyze some rocks, and then give up because we’d won the game of King of the Hill. What happened to the Great Dream?
It’s been twenty years since the Cold War ended. Now, in our global bureaucratic paper shuffle, it feels like we’ve lost some of the fight, the big project, the sense of having a goal. Now we’re drowning in our lack of motivation, bereft of that big vision of space that, for a small period of time, gave us a forward imperative, something inspiring enough to get our minds out of our collective crap, our business-as-usual-on-planet-Earth nonsense. Resource skirmishes, religious friction, global warming, and Obama just don’t really cut it in the same way the Space Race did; now, in the twenty-first century, it seems like we’re just coping and making do instead of pushing forward. We’ve taken a big step backward from “one small step for man and one giant leap for mankind.” We lost interest because space isn’t sexy anymore — and that’s the problem right there.
Allow me to make a potentially helpful observation here. Space is fundamentally about sex. And by eroticizing space, instead of militarizing it, we can do wonders for our limp interest.
The space race itself was always erotic. Rockets blasting into the big wide open. More fuel and bigger thrusters. The rush to see which white-suited tadpole spaceman (sperm) could land on (fertilize) the moon for their genetic group first. Stanley Kubrick made a study of that in 2001. It’s a running trope in science fiction.
But space is about sex for a much more crucial reason. It’s about overpopulation. Sex makes human beings — more human beings than what we know what to do with. And we’ll eventually need to get into space to find somewhere to put them. It’s a problem — but there’s one place we haven’t looked for the solution to the problem: the “problem” itself. Sex creates overpopulation, and it can get us past it. Sexuality itself is the most potent tool we have for properly focusing our lives. And we can use it to focus our lives, as a group, on evolving the species instead of just propagating it. We can use it for getting into space.
I’m not talking about having sex in space. I’m talking about having sex with space.
Sexuality is the most powerful force in the human nervous system. The use of this force for directed, non-reproductive purposes has long been the key, jealously-guarded secret of most world religions and secret societies that have all long known that bthe human nervous system can be imprinted by orgasm and that what you sexually fixate on can quickly become the reality you live in.
Orgasm is a force. Morality has nothing to do with it. Orgasm is a force. It is one that has been kept in check by millennia of social conditioning, but it is something we should ultimately regard as dispassionately as electricity, magnetism, or gravity. Orgasm creates. It can create human beings or it can create other things. You decide. It’s a force.
Orgasm is our direct line to all that exists outside time and space. We normally use it to bring down souls into manifest reality from outside time and space. Why not use it to bring down other things from outside time and space? Like more positive futures for all of us, instead of just more hungry mouths?
All of our fussing and fighting and moralizing over sexuality amounts to arguing over whether “God” hates us for having fire or electricity or magnetism. We have been in the dark ages, and it’s time to just stop.
What we sexually fixate on creates our reality. Internet filth and fetishism are nice and all, but why not aim for the stars? What happened to the big Space Quest? Space used to be sexy — remember Timothy Leary’s floating space stations, Kennedy’s eroto-politics, Barbarella, Bond and Holly Goodhead getting it on in Moonraker? If we could harness the sexual juice poured into the Internet every day and aim it toward the stars, just think what we could achieve. What could be more clear? The orgone force must be pointed towards the stars.
Don’t use sexuality to further pollute planet Earth. Use it as a spaceship. Forget Earth, with its grime and disappointment. Forget the last four decades of disaster capitalism and electronic distraction. Space. Space. There’s a whole universe out there waiting to be sexplored.
Praxis. Visualize infinite space every time you have an orgasm. Watch years of sexual conditioning fall away while your life opens up into infinite new territories. Just consider… mystics since time immemorial have meditated to unite with the universe. Well, why not take a more direct route?
– Jason Louv, 2010 (The Year We Make Contact)