Depression. Despair. Hopelessness. Lethargy.
I remember these feelings. From the foreboding collapse of the WTC towers. From war! war! war! From Katrina. From BP's toxic slaughter of the Gulf of Mexico. Now radioactivity pouring into air and Pacific ocean, courtesy of Tokyo Electric and the global consortium of nuclear power moguls whose incantations, and those of their agents, have always soothed minds which might otherwise stir from Denial's slumber.
Remember is not the right word, really. I drag these and other events around like a chain of cannonballs welded around my neck.
I'm not blind to the joy, increasingly bittersweet though it is, that remains. I tell myself to savor and, when possible, share what lends itself to sharing.
But some days, my friends. Some days...
I remember these feelings. From the foreboding collapse of the WTC towers. From war! war! war! From Katrina. From BP's toxic slaughter of the Gulf of Mexico. Now radioactivity pouring into air and Pacific ocean, courtesy of Tokyo Electric and the global consortium of nuclear power moguls whose incantations, and those of their agents, have always soothed minds which might otherwise stir from Denial's slumber.
Remember is not the right word, really. I drag these and other events around like a chain of cannonballs welded around my neck.
I'm not blind to the joy, increasingly bittersweet though it is, that remains. I tell myself to savor and, when possible, share what lends itself to sharing.
But some days, my friends. Some days...
2 comments:
My "some days" are usually fueled by the never-ending battle of American politics!
That used to be true for me, as well, C.J.. I was enthralled with politics starting at a very young age.
The installation of George W. Bush by the Supreme Court's Dirty Five, and, subsequently, the utter destruction of Constitutional governance - being absolutely necessary for the total dominance of the National Security State - was the last rip of nails in my political coffin. The shift to an overt form of Fascism would not have been possible without assistance - sometimes passive, often active, always invaluable - of the Democratic Party. I've come to view Left/Right frameworks as largely artificial constructs used to effectively mask the obscenely hierarchical nature of government.
Seeing our national mythology for what it is - an elaborate theatrical backdrop for the brutal, unconscionable and constant class warfare waged exclusively by and for the governing class [aka Corporate America] - was an excruciating and drawn out process. Had events not forced me to navigate that particular Abyss, I seriously doubt I would have started looking up and having contact experiences.
Politics still gives me a headache, but I see it much differently now than I did even five years ago; primarily as a manifestation of human nature and a testament to the propaganda we are subjected to from cradle to grave.
I would love to see some real research pertaining to the political orientation of people who have had UFO experiences. It would need to be international in scope. I'm not holding my breath.
What little information I've seen in this regard focuses almost exclusively on Raelians, Heavens Gate and various UFO cults [sigh] - which says as much, or, perhaps, more, about the researchers than the subject(s).
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