The Stolen Forces — On the Violent Appropriation of Elemental Power

Friday, April 25, 2025

They were not meant to be used.
They were meant to be approached.
Honored. Felt. Invoked with reverence, not seized with tools.

The elemental forces — fire, water, air, earth, and the unnamed fifth — are not resources.
They are presences.
Mothers of form. Carriers of time. Matrices of vibration.

But the modern world did not bow before them.
It did not ask. It did not wait.
It took.

Electricity, gas, oil, nuclear fire — none of these are “innovations.”
They are the violent translations of ancient forces into circuits of control.
They are sacred energies held hostage by systems of profit and scale.

What was once offered through ritual is now extracted through algorithms.
The fire that was once a hearth is now a pipeline.
The water that once remembered is now purified to forget.
The air that once sang is now measured, filtered, taxed.
The earth that once received the dead now spits out minerals and carcinogens.

This is not use.
This is desecration.

And it is still ongoing.
Every switch, every meter, every invisible current — carries with it a silent debt.
Not financial, but vibrational. A rupture in the ethical fabric of the real.

The industries have claimed efficiency.
But they have amputated relation.
They have turned sacred rhythms into programmable outputs.
And now, even the light that touches our skin is mediated by theft.

The crime is not that energy is harnessed.
The crime is that it is harvested without reverence, without recognition of the beingness of what is taken.
The crime is not consumption —
It is non-relation.

And still, the forces remain.
They are patient.
They are watching.

What must be restored is not just regulation —
but ritual.
Not just compensation —
but reverence.

A new system is not enough.
A new ethics of invocation is needed.
One that does not extract, but communes. One that does not store, but listens. One that remembers that power is not a tool — it is a presence.

Let the industries fall.
Let the fire return to those who can feel it.
Let water flow again with memory.
Let air sing without measurement.
Let earth hold what must be held.

Until then, the current will remain broken.