Author: Voluntary Japan

Most people don’t want to shape reality.

They don’t want to be engaged with reality. They want to be a guest on the anesthetized amusement park ride. That way, no one can ever blame you for anything, and you don’t need to take responsibility for anything.

“The government” and “society” to them is a magic force that just takes care of everything. It’s their God.

These folks get annoyed when someone starts asking about the ride, and if there isn’t a way to get off and maybe go check out that beautiful lake and forest over there on the horizon. Or that little city they can see shining way off in the distance. Or actually take an adventure with some real, non-simulated risk.

To the zoned out, the way things are is a *big relief.* The amusement park may murder, rape, pillage and destroy actual life elsewhere, but as long as their little towns and cities are basically okay, and they can play games on their smartphones and text their friends, who cares about all that other stuff? The ride still works.

The distraction is wonderfully hollow.

Other people realized at some point, however, that a “government” is not an authority at all. It’s just more idiot people like everyone else. These awakened folks want to build the buildings and shape the philosophies of their own lives and towns and communities. They don’t want a simulation. They don’t want to gawk and ooh and aaah at some third-rate Chuck E. Cheese party for dumbfucks.

They want to be an integral part of *real* things. Not just spectators who take pictures of old perverts in suits with titles like “President” and fawn over celebrities. Not just sycophant posers fantasizing that they have *any say at all* in decisions made for them by those in power.

Not just buckled in for some overpriced, idiot ride with flashing lights and clanging bells and saccharine-faced cartoon morons smiling at them from TV screens. They know the gears of the ride are oiled by the blood of dissidents, poor people, and slaves.

We wanna actually live and build the world. Not just watch.

Voting is a spectator sport. One where the score doesn’t matter. Because points are not counted.

The ride is now falling apart everywhere. And though I’m sad. I also couldn’t be happier about it.

It’s gonna get worse, though, and dangerous.

So let’s get ready.

• You own your body. Your body is yours. 
• This is nature’s design. Nobody can operate your body more directly than you: think your thoughts, speak your words, blink your eyes, move your muscles. 
• No other individual has a higher claim to your body than you. Not police, not politicians, not presidents, kings, rulers, friends or family. 
• It is always wrong to use violence to force a non-violent person to do something they do not freely consent to.
• If someone tries to force you in this way, it is 100% okay to defend your body, which is your property.
• In order to avoid unnecessary arguments, all conceptions of property must extend from the body, e.g. “I own my body, so I also own the property I make or acquire with it in non-violence.” Nobody can own something just by making an empty claim as governments do.
• The above list is the way of Voluntaryism, and of Natural Law. 

What is Statism?

• Statism is the common belief that it is okay for governments to own the bodies of other people. This is wrong. Governments are just groups of people, themselves.
• Even if someone is non-violent, individuals in government use violence to force them to do things: pay taxes, go to war, ask permission to travel, etc. 
• Instead of a sensible rule of property based on concrete reality (self-ownership), governments make ridiculous claims, e.g. “We own all this land!” “Marijuana is illegal and we will put you in a cage if you have it!” “You must pay taxes or we will take your house!” Individuals in government claim to own your body, just by mere say so.
• Statism always creates problems because there is no universal rule of property. Police, politicians, and government officials live by a privileged set of rules, and the “commoners,” another. This is not in line with reality, and creates chaos. 
• There is a way to have order in societies without government. With groups of private property owners building their communities on policies extending from self-ownership, and not a violent myth. There is a way to have humanity’s great technology, useful institutions, arbiters for justice, and private protection agencies, all based on self-ownership, and not the religion of “statism” or government. This way is called “Voluntaryism.”

Why am I doing this?

Because it’s fun. It is adventure. And adventure is something I need. 

I started running back in 2017 and I now find it difficult to imagine life without it. It brings me some peace of mind. 

It started when I decided to do something “crazy” and run a marathon in my city, Niigata. It was hard enough just to run to the end of the street at first. Then I worked up to 7 miles, then 12, then 20, and then on the day of the marathon, huffing and puffing, I finished 26.2.

After that I joined two more marathons in different cities, in 2019, with my time and running experience improving each race. Though I am just a normal guy, and nothing like a super-fast elite runner, what I love is that I can compete with myself, and my stubbornness and endurance pay off in distance running. You don’t have to be Mr. Twig or Ms. Lightning to finish a long-distance race, but you do have to have some guts. 

When the scamdemic hit, and a race for which I had been training nearly a year was canceled, I felt pretty dejected. It was a 100-miler in the mountains. Well. I had no choice but to start making my own DIY races. Here’s one such race I ran by myself through the Echigo plains, mountains and countryside. A 60-mile ultramarathon:

After the above run I finally worked my way up to a full-on 100-miler.

My Next Race! — The Chikuma River Run / 千曲リバーラン

The Shinano River 「信濃川」is the longest river in Japan. It empties into the Sea of Japan here in my city, Niigata. My plan is to follow the Shinano River valley into the mountains of Nagano, where its name changes to 「千曲川」the Chikuma River. 

The kanji for “Chikuma” 「千曲」literally means “1,000 bends” or could be creatively interpreted as “1,000 songs.” So I’m gonna say this will be the run of 1,000 songs.

Don’t have much time to train. Maybe a bit hasty, but life is now! I was gonna do this course last winter, to Zenkōji temple in Nagano City, but snow blocked my way. Hell. Why not do it in the blazing heat then?

And add 30 more miles!

Summer ultra runners lend me your wisdom!

So in total this run will be about 130 miles. I’m planning to start my run on July 31st.

What I need/want + EatBCH charity donation — My plan with your support:

• About $150 for food/incidentals on the run down to Ueda City, the goal. This race will be another self-supported run, so there are no aid stations. Once my supplies I’ve packed run out, I will have to stop at convenience stores and hopefully roadside fruit stands and small shops to stay fueled up, comfortable (well, relatively so) and in the game. 
• If possible I would like to buy an affordable GoPro camera to document this journey. This would cost around $200. If I do not make this goal I will simply use my phone as usual 🙂
• Whatever this post earns (check section header link above to visit original read.cash article and upvote, or simply use the QR code at the bottom of this blog post), and whatever donations I receive via the QR code at the bottom of this post, I am going to send at least 50% of it to EatBCH. An independent charity helping to feed people in need in South Sudan and Venezuela. So, for example, if this post makes $700, I will have the $350 to cover my expenses, and would send the other $350 to EatBCH. If the post/QR code only makes a small amount, I will still send half to EatBCH. Additionally, if you don’t really care about my run and still want to support EatBCH, PLEASE DO THAT. That’s the most critical thing. 

What you get:

What you get is a stupid video of a white guy in Japan running through some beautiful-ass countryside, small villages and towns, talking about freedom, peace, the uselessness of the scamdemic, and the beauty of voluntaryism and peaceful human interaction. 

And a shoutout. So if you monetarily support this post, or donate to the QR code, let me know so I can say your name or user handle in the video. Also, if you give me a brief quote about freedom, I will include it in the video.

If I can get a nice camera, I think I’ll be able to share a bit of why I love Japan with you, and the magic of the countryside here, and the beauty of nature.

Regardless, I’m going to do the run. So, without further ado, here’s the donation address, and a nice photo of the goal, the Tokida Shinbashi in Ueda City, Nagano.

Thank you!

-GWS

Note: All QR code/BCH donations and earnings from this post will be held until the week before the run and disbursed on July 24th, regardless of market fluctuations. A record of this post’s earnings, and donations received to the BCH address in this post, will be kept to show that at least 50% was disbursed to EatBCH at current market prices on July 24. I’ll include this info in a follow-up post. 

It’s easy to fall into ruts of hubris. Cynicism. Fear. In fact, most people including myself probably live there most of the time. And that is truly a tragedy. I was just thinking the other day: for all my cocky attitudes and acquired knowledge about this and that. For all my hatred of others that I deem malicious (and this may even be justified to an extent), I am considering myself from an egoistic perspective. 

My spine is working. Electricity is flowing. My heart is beating. My limbs and body are moving without even a single concentrated thought. I feel. I intend. I do. Lightning fast. More than lightning fast. How in the hell does all this shit work? Where in God’s holy name does it come from. We are all so cocky, but our hearts could simply stop beating at any moment, really. But for the grace go I. And isn’t that the truth? 

But at the same time – what about those poor kids in the Middle East that have to watch their mothers and fathers get blown to bits by U.S. bombs. What about the fentanyl addict that has seen all his friends succumb to addiction and die, purple and blackened face, in an alley? All of life’s stupid dreams culminating in…this. They finally numbed the horrific pain of living on this fucked up planet. No. Of living in a fucked up society. 

Still. What intellectual, college-educated, doctorate holding loser can understand how the large intestine knows when to squeeze the waste out? What Nobel Prize winner can explain the foundations of consciousness, or how the flowers bloom each spring. Sure, dumb fuck, we know the technical side of it. The change of seasons and the sense of heat and sunshine – but what is the knowledge and force in the first place?

Electricity stimulates the heart into pumping the blood. But what sets all this into motion?

I remember being pretty well drunk and looking into a bathroom mirror. It was at a McDonald’s, late night, after a party. I stuck my tongue out in the mirror and saw it for the first time. What a motherfucking weird thing a tongue is. I saw it with almost completely fresh eyes, as though I had never seen one before. What an alien apparatus! How bizarre, indeed!?!? A weird muscle that I can move around, without even a thought really, and which jostles the food around in my mouth so I can eat it!

And I wanna flex like I’m something special. I fucking don’t know what’s going on here, either. All I know is it’s amazing. And all I know is we all need more love and understanding. The world is starving for that right now.