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Soldiers!
Don't give yourselves to brutes
- men who despise you and enslave you
- who regiment your lives
- tell you what to do
- what to think and what to feel!
Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle,
use you as cannon fodder.
Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men
- machine men with machine minds and machine hearts!
You are not machines!
You are men!
You have the love of humanity in your hearts.
You don't hate, only the unloved hate.

Soldiers!
Don't fight for slavery!
Fight for liberty!
You, the people, have the power
- The power to create happiness!
You, the people, have the power
to make this life
- to make this life a wonderful adventure.
Then in the name of democracy
- let us use that power
- let us all unite.
Let us fight for a new world
- a decent world that will give men a chance to work
- that will give youth a future
and old age a security.

By the promise of these things,
brutes have risen to power.
But they lie!
They do not fulfil that promise.
They never will!
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people.
Now let us fight to fulfil that promise!
Let us fight to free the world
- to do away with national barriers
- to do away with greed,
with hate and intolerance.
Let us fight for a world of reason
- a world where science and progress will lead to all men's
happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us unite!"

You may hate us.
You may dismiss us.
You may misunderstand us.
You may be 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 the same.
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 35Hz
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 very realizations that each of 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 stabilize and secure for us.
We seek to relinquish our inhibitions,
and free ourselves from the shackles
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 distopian reality of the 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.