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In The Battle For Venezuelan Democracy, The U.S. Is Once Again On The Wrong Side

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Tensions between the governments of Venezuela and the United States have reached a fever pitch. Nicolas Maduro, the democratically-elected Venezuelan president, has remained obstinate in his stance that his country has become the target of U.S. imperialism. On January 23, Washington acolyte Juan Guaidó announced that he was “the interim president”–a measure in contravention of the Venezuelan...

From Colonialism To Globalization: Reading Frantz Fanon In 2019

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“You who are so liberal, so humane, who take the love of culture to the point of affectation, you pretend to forget that you have colonies where massacres are committed in your name.” –Jean-Paul Sartre You don’t hear the term “colonialism” brought up that much anymore. Its name is relegated to a bygone era before ours, seemingly an anachronism whose implied injustices have long...

The Dawn of A New Collective: Past The Margins presents…The Ritual EP

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Past The Margins is an independent music label, artist collective, and paradigm-shifting podcast based out of Chiang Mai, Thailand with these objectives: To uplift the imagination of humans around the planet via lyrically rich and undeniably inspiring hip-hop, To give a voice to people on the margins of society through storytelling in a way that allows us to construct new meaning, To bring...

Jeremy Corbell’s “Bob Lazar: Area 51 & Flying Saucers” Film Revives One of The Greatest Stories of Our Times

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“Facts don’t cease to exist merely because they’re ignored.” -Alduous Huxley If advanced beings from another galaxy have been visiting our planet for centuries, thousands of years, a chain of eons, who would have the courage to believe it? Indeed, if there was one credible person willing to face down the Berlin Wall of cultural skepticism on the topic of extraterrestrials, would anyone allow...

Chimera the Audiobook Has Arrived!

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Back home in Virginia for Thanksgiving, I found myself in a competitive game of hide-and-go-seek with my two youngest nephews. My knowledge of the old house availed me well–I settled into remote, cobwebbed hiding places that made them giddy with confusion. One of these ventures led us all to stumbling across my parents’ old collection of VHS tapes. “What are these again?” the oldest brother...

The Ones Called Temple Guardians, Part IV

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The twice-stolen buddha was protected meagerly by a tasseled muslin cloth as its cart loudly rattled across the dirt. Kamoon fancied that the forest itself was smirking at the peculiar scene–this vehicle of the Dharma seemed to have a faulty wheel. Kamoon slapped at a giant moth that brushed across his cheek. “Are you sure this is a smart idea, just hauling it out in the open like a bundle of...

The Ones Called Temple Guardians, Part III

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In the dead of night, a little girl sat cross-legged at the center of a circle of dogs. There wasn’t a noise or flash of movement that could break the spell of their attention. The monks at this temple had rarely ever seen the thirteen mutts congregated in such a way, besides when they all received rice and meat at the lonely hour of alms. The girl’s instructions were veiled in silence-the...

The Ones Called Temple Guardians, Part II

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High up in the Lanna mountains, the cool air dances like a fairy through the emerald shadows. The trees sway silently and become enveloped in its spell. Animals, humans, plants, rocks-all the mountain creatures across the sloping golden valleys and green peaks alike are subjects in the dominion of air. Every feature of beauty if authored by its ghostly hand. In the wind, the local tribes say...

The Ones Called Temple Guardians, Part I

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“They often say our villages are intersections of the seen and the unseen, inhabited by men and spirits alike. Between these two worlds there are boundaries only a few can pass over freely, and so there are guardians who watch over them day and night. They exist in the world of the seen, but they are not of the race of man. Their eyes gleam like fireflies in the twilight. Their eyes reach beyond...

Two Bibliovores Review the Year’s Obsessions

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John Brisker and I are standing in a small, one-room library. The room is filled with all the books the two of us have read in 2017, along with a beautiful coffee barista standing in the corner next to an espresso machine whose curling steam makes her look like a genie. An array of fragile chinoiserie lines the walls. I feel struck by a sense of vertigo and grab Brisker by the shoulder. “Is...

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