Your Rock Star Manifesto | 2022 12 24 Christmas Eve

Imagery from the movie Elvis

“It was at the moment that Elvis the Man was sacrificed;
And Elvis the God, was born.”
movie Elvis (2022)

Manifestos are written across different continents, for different purposes.
They have been written when there was a call for change, revolution, justice.
Manifestos have moved us forward, when the world around us collapsed.

From a writer’s perspective, it would be funny to now say;
This is no such manifesto.

From a global perspective, it would be wise to now say;
Christmas 2022 calls out for a new savior.
A new light.
That after three years which have pulled us deeper into war, polarization, death and recession, it is a time when the manifestos should be drawn up and sworn oath to.
When new voices should let themselves be heard, nail their words to doors, and set fire to systems that have abandoned us.
But no.

Writer or not;
This is not, such a manifesto.

This is a manifesto for you, Rock Star.
Because it is you, who has forsaken this world.
Our soul has left, a long time ago.

If someone asked those who were meant to be Rock Star Writers, to pour their brilliant analysis of the state of the world into words, words that would move millions;
Then tell me, how many would be able to answer the call?
A hundred?

If someone asked the Rock Star Musicians, to write a protest song to mobilize the masses;
A song to chant that would not just change to world, but unite it.
How many could do it?

If the artists were asked to visualize the atrocities of our time;
Who would?

And the truth is that after years of not understanding this myself, and honestly brutally losing myself, again and again;
I now have perfect understanding of  WHY, so few Rock Stars in the most authentic, bold, and FREE way, exist today.
Why all those calls would go by unanswered.
Because it doesn’t pay jack shit.
That’s why.

And that nobody in their right mind would – and should! – pursue this path if you are not absolutely sure that you’d not just rather kill off your own soul, and go for the money.

Because you can be either an employee, or you’re an entrepreneur. The latter meaning an independent professional of some sort.
That’s your choice.
Artists have artificially been forced to take their place with the Independents, next to the local physical therapist in what used to be, and what are now the proverbial yellow pages.
But that’s not how this shit works.

Artists who are domesticized into payroll jobs or into regular businesses, are castrated, chained, curtailed.
And I say this having perfect understanding that within a few weeks I will be handing my balls in, just like you have.
So no judgement.

But it has fucked with our minds and we started believing that shit ourselves!

And if we want to have a guaranteed income, we do need some sort of employment.
And if we don’t want to end up in severe trouble with tax services, we do need to find a way to cope with the business side of things when we receive money for our art.
And yet.
It is so not who we came here to be.

We did not come here to become successful musicians, writers, artists.
And even more of us did not come here to be the specialists, the successful online entrepreneurs, the local brick and mortar businesses that we were pushed into believing that we are either.
Yet we let ourselves be fucking swallowed whole by it, now didn’t we?

By now we have so much identified with being this neatly boxed up pretty little professional.

We’ve joined professional associations and take further training.
We have insurance for an array of things.
We have disclaimers and legal protection to shield us from unhappy clients.
And the list goes on and on.

All pretty little boxed up stuff that if you market it right, you will be able to monetize the fuck out of.
And you better, since you just handed in your balls and soul to do it.
Monetary compensation should be the least you should go for.

But it will not get your soul back.
It will not get YOU back.
You can never earn back, or buy back, the parts you have given up believing in. The parts you thought you had to give up to join the club of good employees or good businesses or even bad employees or bad business.

You were never supposed to buy into all the crap society has made up so it can function.
It is absolutely not your job to make society function, simply because you came here to rock the fuckin’ boat.
That’s in your divine job definition under the P of Purpose.

You know you are a Rock Star when:

You have an art

This can be a regular art, like music, painting, writing, performing, but it can also be a craft, a skill like teaching, pastry baking, and yes, also selling and marketing and running a business!
It can ALL be your art.
And you have at least one.

And B:
You have a message
This is the part that sets you apart from your peers and why believing you were like them has crushed you.
This is why you forgot you’re a Rock Star.
Because you DO have a message!

And like all messages, just like the one that came 2000 years ago, it was meant to be spoken and to be written.
Your message came to be screamed and to be yelled.
It came here to be set free, but also to be carved in stone and to be nailed to doors.

And it is this message, that a professional business would never show. And the reason why, as I said earlier, Rock Stars have perfectly good reasons to send their soul into the afterlife long before they die.
Because the message is the part where you are no longer that well-functioning, skillful, professional under A.

Speaking your message may very well be what kills your business, gets you fired, wakes up the neighbors, and becomes your downfall.
But it can also be the thing that propels you to stardom, doubles your income, brings you friends, and creates your legacy.

But regardless of which one it is going to be, it will certainly
– and with all the bells and whistles and angels and hearing God’s voice you will feel this happening-

It will certainly, save your Soul.

become the Rock Star you were born to be

Your Rock Star Manifesto | 2022 12 24 Christmas Eve
was the very, very first Catacombe Rock Star post

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