Community of PACK Life – Teopixqui Dez

Tag: equal rights

  • Predator, Moral Being: The Complexity of Animal Autonomy

    To live as a human being is to live in a tension we often try to ignore. We are predators by nature. We are also moral beings by consciousness. We carry the capacity to take life and the capacity to value it. We are built to consume and yet we are called to protect. Living fully within that tension is not easy. It is uncomfortable. But it is where the truth of our existence lives.

    Animal autonomy demands our recognition because the beings we share this world with are not lesser forms of life. They are full lives in themselves. They experience. They choose. They survive. They fear. To respect animal autonomy is to recognize that other lives are not ours by default. Ownership is a human invention. Existence is not. Other creatures do not exist simply to serve human wants. They exist because the Universe brought them into being, the same way it brought us into being.

    This does not mean we can or must erase the realities of our needs. Some will eat animals. Some will not. Some will live in environments where survival demands choices others might not understand. There is no simple purity in this. Morality here is not about pretending we are not animals. It is about remembering that we are, and choosing to be the kind of animal that carries reverence with every act. To take life thoughtlessly is to degrade our role as conscious beings. To take it with humility, sorrow, and gratitude does not erase the cost, but it does honor it.

    Predation without reflection is brutality. Predation with reflection is survival tempered by spirit. It recognizes that even necessary acts of harm should be approached with gravity, not entitlement. When we eat, when we wear, when we use the bodies of other beings, the question is not whether we are “good” or “bad.” The question is whether we remember the cost. Whether we allow ourselves to feel the weight of what living demands.

    Animal autonomy means allowing animals their right to live free of unnecessary suffering, free of torment, free of casual harm. It means rejecting cruelty not because it benefits us to do so, but because the beings we share this world with are not things. They are not decorations. They are not tools. They are lives. Each one is an expression of the same vast, unknowable force that set our own blood into motion. Their freedom, when it can be protected, should be.

    Yet we must be honest that autonomy exists within reality. There are moments where needs will clash. There are moments when life demands hard decisions. Nature itself is not a utopia. It is struggle and balance. It is violent and beautiful, often at once. The human task is not to sterilize nature. The human task is to meet nature with understanding, with stewardship where we can, and with mourning when we must take.

    Holding this tension is not a flaw. It is a mark of spiritual maturity. It would be easier to reduce the world into simple categories: good animals, bad humans, or noble vegans, evil carnivores. But real morality does not live in slogans. It lives in wrestling with the reality that every choice matters and no choice is ever perfect. We live. We consume. We protect. We destroy. The work is not to erase these contradictions but to carry them consciously, refusing to let comfort dull us into cruelty.

    In the end, animal autonomy reminds us that reverence is not about avoidance. It is about relationship. It is about seeing every life we encounter not as a backdrop to our story, but as a story in itself. To live with moral weight is to accept that there will be no clean hands. Only hands that act with intention. Hands that bless what they take. Hands that leave as much life standing as they can. Hands that remember we are not gods. We are only one more voice in a world already singing.

  • Fire Does Not Negotiate

    There is a misconception that love and violence cannot coexist. That to love the world is to forfeit the right to act with force. That to be compassionate is to be passive. This idea is not only wrong. It is dangerous.

    Violence is a tool. It is not a belief system. It is not a goal. It is a means of management when other options have failed or when immediacy demands action without delay. We do not reason with fire. We do not talk it down. Fire is managed by clear, decisive movement. To meet fire with understanding alone is to be consumed. To meet it with force shaped by love is to survive, and to protect what must be protected.

    When we personify our faith, we must include the full range of our duty. Love without strength is helpless. Strength without love is cruelty. Our purpose is not to fall into either trap. Our purpose is to be whole. To know when a word will suffice and when a shield must be raised. To act with an open heart, even when the act must be firm, even when the act must be final.

    Violence used without understanding becomes oppression. Violence used without love becomes revenge. But violence used with clarity, with sorrow, with purpose, becomes protection. It becomes a refusal to let harm flourish unchecked. It becomes a boundary that says, “You will not burn this house down. You will not consume this field.”

    The Universe provides moments of kairos, moments of decision that demand more than hope. They demand will. They demand that we stand between the vulnerable and the fire, willing to act, willing to be fierce, without losing ourselves to hatred in the process.

    There is no shame in defending life. There is no shame in drawing a line and holding it. Fire is not evil. Fire is not good. Fire simply is. Our role is not to curse it or worship it. Our role is to respond to it with wisdom, with force when needed, and with the enduring knowledge that love without strength is not love at all. It is surrender dressed as virtue.

  • The Momentum of Kindness

    We can create an unstoppable force: the momentum of kindness.

    A single word, a small act, even a brief glance of understanding can change the shape of someone’s day. We know this because we have all felt its opposite. A careless insult, a look of dismissal, or a moment of cruelty can unravel something inside a person. Sometimes it is enough to ruin a day. Sometimes it lingers for weeks, or even years. Small things are never truly small. Every action leaves a mark.

    When we talk about personifying our faith, about becoming the living expression of what we believe, this is where the work begins. Kindness is not abstract. It moves. It carries weight. When we choose even one moment of kindness with full awareness, we set something in motion that lives beyond that moment. Not every seed will bloom where we can see it. But every seed still changes the ground where it falls.

    In our Community, we hold that the Universe Provides. But provision is only half of the relationship. Action is the other half. Kindness is one of the clearest ways we engage with the world. We are not asked to fix everything. We are asked to create momentum. One gesture. One word. One presence that says, without force, “I see you.”

    Kindness does not guarantee comfort. To be kind is to risk being misunderstood. Some kindness will be rejected. Some will be mocked. That does not change the value of the act. The worth of kindness is not measured by its reception. It is measured by its offering. Momentum does not ask permission. It only asks that we move.

    We know cruelty moves quickly. We know how little it takes to undo a sense of safety. But if cruelty can ripple outward, so can care. Choosing kindness when it would be easier to be silent or cold is not weakness. It is a deliberate act of power. It is faith moving through action.

    Today, remember that you carry that force. The look you offer. The word you choose. The patience you extend. Each action plants something into the world. You do not need to know how it will grow. Move kindness forward because it matters. Move it forward because someone, somewhere, may find their strength because you chose to use yours.

  • Revelry is Sacred

    We talk a lot about stillness in spiritual spaces.

    Reflection. Meditation. Solitude.

    And those things are beautiful. Necessary, even. But connection does not always come in silence.

    Sometimes, it comes when we gather.

    When we dance. When we laugh, cry, sing, or trip.
    Not for the sake of escape, but because something powerful happens when we allow joy to bring us together.

    That is Revelry, and it is sacred.

    In some cultures, dance is the highest form of prayer.

    In others, breath shared in rhythm is enough to call in the divine. We see this sacred movement around the world.

    In the spinning bodies of the Sufi dervishes.
    In the fire-filled harmonies of gospel choirs.
    In the shaking rituals of the San.
    In the trance chants of the Bwiti.
    Even in the playful silence of a room full of people painting while mushrooms bloom in their bloodstream.

    These are not accidents. They are invitations.

    Revelry does not require belief. It requires presence.

    It does not demand doctrine. It asks for participation.

    It invites us to be seen, not only in our stillness, but in our motion.

    In the joy. In the sound. In the sacred chaos of togetherness.

    Revelry reminds us that healing does not always look like peace and quiet.
    Sometimes it looks like wild color.
    Sometimes it sounds like laughter echoing under stars.
    Sometimes it feels like falling into rhythm with strangers who no longer feel like strangers.

    So ask yourself.
    What does it look like when you connect through joy?
    When was the last time your spirit opened, not through contemplation, but through celebration?

    And how can you bring more of that into your life?

    Because the Universe does not only speak in whispers.
    Sometimes, it sings.

  • Learning from Yesterday – Living in Today – Planning for Tomorrow

    We talk a lot about presence. About breathing into the moment, being here now, not letting the past or the future steal what’s in front of us. And that’s real. Presence is powerful. It’s what allows us to taste the meal, feel the hug, hear the music fully instead of just registering that it happened. But I think we forget something just as important: we can live in the now and still plan for the later. One doesn’t cancel the other out.

    Too many people fall into the trap of choosing sides. Either they chase the moment like it’s the only thing that matters – impulsive, wild, reactive – or they grip the future so tightly they miss everything unfolding around them. And when you live at either extreme, you end up hollow. One leaves you scattered. The other leaves you frozen.

    The truth is, life isn’t either/or. It’s both/and. We’re meant to revel in the present while also planting seeds for the future. That’s not a contradiction: it’s balance.

    I’ve seen what happens when someone lives only for the next high, the next hit of inspiration, the next moment of beauty. It’s exhilarating, until it isn’t. Until the rent’s late or the body breaks down or the community drifts because no one built structure around the love. And I’ve seen what happens when someone builds a five-year plan with military precision but forgets to look up and laugh. They might hit every milestone, but they never feel alive in it. Just tired. Just chasing.

    What I’ve learned, and what we try to practice in our Community, is that the Universe gives us kairos, not just chronos. Opportune moments, not just chronological time. But to even see a moment of kairos when it arrives, we have to be awake and ready. Presence teaches us to see. Planning teaches us to act.

    So when do we gather? When do we build – when do we dream? We do it in unison. We eat the fruit of now and we save the seeds. We don’t call it rigid structure; we call it intention. We don’t call it reckless freedom; we call it surrender. Because it’s not about controlling everything. It’s about being ready for what the Universe is trying to hand you.

    So breathe. Be here. Laugh when it’s funny. Cry when it’s real. And then sit with your calendar, your sketchpad, your blueprint, and dare to plan for a future worth walking into.

    We don’t need to pick a side. We need to dance between them.

    The Universe Provides.
    And We Revel Within.

  • The Divinity in Our Souls; The Power in Our Gathering

    There is something undeniable that happens when we come together. A force beyond words, beyond doctrine, beyond the limitations placed on us by a world that has forgotten what it means to truly connect is brought back to life. Community.

    It is in the laughter shared around a fire. It’s there in the quiet understanding between strangers turned kin, and the weight lifted from our heads and our hearts, not just in arms, but in presence. What burdens are heavy in the hands of so many?

    The power of purposeful unity. The recognition of the divine Self and the creation of the Us.

    That power is not a gift bestowed upon us by something outside ourselves. It is not granted by a distant god or dictated by the hands of men who claim dominion over spirit.

    It is ours.

    It has always been ours.

    The divinity within us is not something to be sought, it is something to be remembered. Something awakened in the moments when we stand in our authenticity and see ourselves reflected in those around us.

    The society has done its best to make us forget.

    It has sold us isolation as independence and told us that reverence must be quiet. We are restrained with the idea that power must be begged for or that holiness is something separate from our daily existence.

    Lies. Every last one.

    Because when we gather, when we breathe as one, move as one, revel as one, the illusion falls away. And in its place? The undeniable.

    There is no greater proof of the divine than the strength we create in unity. It is in the way we hold space for both pain and joy. That unity becomes a lighthouse that shines ever brilliant through any storm. The Universe Provides, but it is through us that it moves. Through our willingness to stand together.

    So let them call it rebellion when we refuse to be belittled.

    Let them call it blasphemy when we claim what has always been ours.

    We know the truth. That in each of us is something eternal. And when we gather, when we open ourselves to the vast and chaotic beauty of existence, we are not just witnessing the divine.

    We become it.

  • Autonomy is Our Divine Right

    There is a lie that power clings to, a lie whispered through history and etched into laws written by men who fear losing control. It tells us that autonomy is granted. That our right to exist as we are must be legislated and approved.

    But that has never been the truth.

    No government, no institution, no self-proclaimed authority holds the power to grant or revoke what is already ours. Autonomy is not given. It is owned. And when that ownership is threatened, we do not step back. We fight malice where it stands.

    This is not just a belief. It is a call to action.

    When we stand against those who seek to erase, diminish, or control us, we do so not just for ourselves but for those who have been silenced before and those who will come after. We refuse to make oppression more comfortable. We reject the idea that neutrality is anything but complicity. There is no room for civility when people’s dignity, safety, and existence are at stake.

    Not all views deserve a place at the table.

    The notion that every perspective is valid falls apart when that perspective demands harm. There is no middle ground between justice and injustice. No reconciliation between freedom and control. No conversation to be had with those who believe some people are worth less than others.

    We do not break bread with those who stand against progress.

    This is not a time for silence. Not a time for waiting, hoping, or appealing to the better nature of those who have already chosen their side. It is a time to draw boundaries, fortify ourselves, and stand as a force too powerful to be ignored.

    If you’ve been waiting for permission to take up space, to exist without apology, to hold your ground against those who would see you small: this is it.

    You are loved.

    Your identity is valid.

    And no matter how hard they try, they will never erase us.