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The New and Old Raver Manifesto

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New and Old Raver Manifestos


The Raver Manifestos


The Raver Manifesto was originally created, much like the Hacker Manifesto, to teach, define, intrigue, and to provoke the world into realizing that Ravers exist, and will always exist in some way/shape/form. It's how the world has evolved and will continue to evolve.


In addition to Producing a speach of insurmountable strength and design, the Raver Manifesto has been instilled into every old or otherwise concidered to be Jaded Raver that has grown up around the scene and has in some way help shape it.


Over time, the Raver Manifesto was updated, which will be seen below, entitled "The Raver's Epitath," as it was written after the deaths of several ravers in a Massicre that could have been equally avoided.


The author of the Raver Manifesto is unknown, where as the Raver's Epitath was written by Seattle's God of the Rave, Also known as Digital DJ Karma Sutra.



The Raver Manifesto


Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology.


Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none.


Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be.


You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You maybe unaware of our existence.


We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you.


We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children...


We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.


We are The Massive. One Massive.


We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.


We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it,


We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal.


And somewhere around 35 Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits.


Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these initial realisations that each of us was truly born.


We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night.


Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.


In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilise and secure for us.


We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackle's and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind.


We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born.


Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels.


Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands.


Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.


Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the dis-utopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in:


Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony,


Expression, Responsibility and Respect.


Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.


But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party.


You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end.


I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.


Raver's Epitath, The New Raver Manifesto


We are Ravers.

Not the best of happy, cheerful, Drug-enduced ravers that the world has stereotyped, lining our world with translucent and irridescant colors to illuminate our irreality that supposedly flows in our glow stick infused blood streams, downing energy drinks to fuel our manic movements across the dance floor. We are human, as well as ravers. We bleed and bruise, sing and dance, and play at being people while the rest of the world mulls about the world, succeeding in their personal suicide, while we welcome the whim of accepting the defeat of the common week, taking part of the normal ritualistic society created on the hell bent repetative monitary system, with a government who's selfish interest creates more problems before fixing the old, causing more pain and tourment.


We believe in PLUR. Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect. We believe that if the world held these values in retrospect, that the world we live in would truely be a better place. Our delusion is time and time again proved by the sound flowing out the speakers as we revel in our moon-lit festivals every weekend to every day.


We are noctournal, enjoying every ravinous sunless fleck of time, minute to minute, second to second, beat to beat, ear-drinking in the lilting and savage primal sounds that flow from our favorite music makers, the Disk Jockeys that save us from inner tourment.


We become fuel.

We become power.

We become Energy.

We become sound.

We become PLUR.

We are existance.

And we create a world where the universe can join and co-exist.


I am a Raver.

Not a junkie, not a whore, not a drug-user, not a pusher, not a seller.

I am a Raver.

I am a person of intelligence, intellect, passion, and knowledge.

I learn, I breath, I exist.

I am not fake.

I am not dead.


I am a Raver, and proud to be one.

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