Aedon Cassiel is creating Zombie Meditations
5

patrons

A year and a half ago, I was just making long effort posts on Facebook. People kept telling me to stop writing my posts in a place where they were just going to disappear down the memory hole and get lost, because—they kept assuring me—what I had to say was worth more than that. 

At the time, I didn’t care because I wasn’t writing for anybody. I didn’t care about persuading anyone, much less building an audience. I was just sitting around, thinking. 

Finally, my friend Paweł put together the blog that became Zombie Meditations. He said something like: “Look, it’s already done. The blog is made. So copy and paste the last thing you wrote, and put it there. Or else.” This is what it took for me to finally give in and begin “blogging”.

Within a few months, Loyola economist Walter Block had used me as a formal citation in an econ journal on the topic of the war on drugs. Where no one else anywhere I could find on the entire Internet had done so, I dug through the Congressional records to find out exactly how black members of Congress had voted in the bills that defined the beginnings of the War on Drugs (surprisingly, nearly all had voted ‘Yea’), and I documented the fact that it was actually black victims of crime and degeneracy associated with drug use spreading through black communities, NOT racist whites who merely used drugs as a pretext for throwing black people in jail, who created the war on drugs as we know it today. 

Almost exactly a year ago to the time of this writing (I’m writing in June 2017), a random coincidence led to an experiment and I ended up posting my writing at another website.

Suffice it to say that the experiment was a success. 

Since then, I’ve been releasing a slow stream of articles there that were mainly pulled from my extensive backlog of things I’ve already written in various places (buried in the depths of social media, etc). But even with a steady average of nearly an article a week which I kept up despite a whole hell of a lot of other things going on in my life, I never thought I would be able to make journalism my thing once I was done cleaning out my “basement” of pre–prepared material.

The last couple of months have changed that. 

At the end of May, I made my first movie in the real world acting the part of a real life journalist by flying to NYC to cover an event involving Gilad Atzmon and others and then interview Gilad at the end. The interview was extremely well–received among Gilad’s audience (which is mostly left–wing, though it blends the far left and the far right side by side). Then I spent the next two months traveling up and down the East Coast (aimlessly, beyond the ultimate destination of returning to Georgia), hitting whatever events or protests I could, meeting people who knew me from my writing, meeting activists and writers and people involved in the movement, getting trapped on malfunctioning subways and leading the way for people to dive over the gate where the trains are connected onto the platform since the doors wouldn’t open, chopping wood and cleaning showers to pay for my “rent”, meeting people and then passing out overnight next to them on 24 hour bus rides, hitchhiking to nearby gyms and convincing people to let me in for free as their guests…

And I loved every minute of it. 

And it started to sink in:

I really actually do want to do this. I want this to be my “thing.”
And I want to keep getting better and better at it. 


Help me fight my way there, and you’ll have my undying gratitude. 
Tiers
Pledge $1 or more per month
My eternal gratitutude.
Goals
81% complete
At this step, I can justify spending time writing when I have no more lucrative way of spending my time. 
1 of 4
A year and a half ago, I was just making long effort posts on Facebook. People kept telling me to stop writing my posts in a place where they were just going to disappear down the memory hole and get lost, because—they kept assuring me—what I had to say was worth more than that. 

At the time, I didn’t care because I wasn’t writing for anybody. I didn’t care about persuading anyone, much less building an audience. I was just sitting around, thinking. 

Finally, my friend Paweł put together the blog that became Zombie Meditations. He said something like: “Look, it’s already done. The blog is made. So copy and paste the last thing you wrote, and put it there. Or else.” This is what it took for me to finally give in and begin “blogging”.

Within a few months, Loyola economist Walter Block had used me as a formal citation in an econ journal on the topic of the war on drugs. Where no one else anywhere I could find on the entire Internet had done so, I dug through the Congressional records to find out exactly how black members of Congress had voted in the bills that defined the beginnings of the War on Drugs (surprisingly, nearly all had voted ‘Yea’), and I documented the fact that it was actually black victims of crime and degeneracy associated with drug use spreading through black communities, NOT racist whites who merely used drugs as a pretext for throwing black people in jail, who created the war on drugs as we know it today. 

Almost exactly a year ago to the time of this writing (I’m writing in June 2017), a random coincidence led to an experiment and I ended up posting my writing at another website.

Suffice it to say that the experiment was a success. 

Since then, I’ve been releasing a slow stream of articles there that were mainly pulled from my extensive backlog of things I’ve already written in various places (buried in the depths of social media, etc). But even with a steady average of nearly an article a week which I kept up despite a whole hell of a lot of other things going on in my life, I never thought I would be able to make journalism my thing once I was done cleaning out my “basement” of pre–prepared material.

The last couple of months have changed that. 

At the end of May, I made my first movie in the real world acting the part of a real life journalist by flying to NYC to cover an event involving Gilad Atzmon and others and then interview Gilad at the end. The interview was extremely well–received among Gilad’s audience (which is mostly left–wing, though it blends the far left and the far right side by side). Then I spent the next two months traveling up and down the East Coast (aimlessly, beyond the ultimate destination of returning to Georgia), hitting whatever events or protests I could, meeting people who knew me from my writing, meeting activists and writers and people involved in the movement, getting trapped on malfunctioning subways and leading the way for people to dive over the gate where the trains are connected onto the platform since the doors wouldn’t open, chopping wood and cleaning showers to pay for my “rent”, meeting people and then passing out overnight next to them on 24 hour bus rides, hitchhiking to nearby gyms and convincing people to let me in for free as their guests…

And I loved every minute of it. 

And it started to sink in:

I really actually do want to do this. I want this to be my “thing.”
And I want to keep getting better and better at it. 


Help me fight my way there, and you’ll have my undying gratitude. 

Recent posts by Aedon Cassiel

Tiers
Pledge $1 or more per month
My eternal gratitutude.