Hello, how are you today? This morning my heart is still heavy. I’m sad, disappointed, confused, frustrated and a smidge angry….at us the human species. It happened again. Somebody in possible connection with somebodies decided to play God with a spray of bullets in a Florida gay nightclub. Now 50 people, many of them very young men, are physically dead and 50 and many more scarred for life mentally, emotionally and physically.
I see reports about the shooter and the gun he used and just don’t care. My mind just wants to blot them out. I see the start to the list of the names of the dead and I am numb. Is this the desired effect? Probably not; I think I’m supposed to be outraged. I think I am supposed to hate Muslims. I think I am supposed to want to support a war on terror that may include supporting military action of a larger scale against ISIS…the terror America helped create like so many others organized and lone wolves. A part of me wonders about the timing of this, the purpose of this and I am having deja vois of sorts. This does not strike me as a coincidence. Pay attention people. What is behind door number 1? OPS! You missed it because you were distracted! What is the formula I’ve talked about so many times here? Push the right buttons to get the desired reaction from the trained dogs. Call me a conspiracy theorist if you want….pay attention. Everything isn’t as it appears to be and nothing is beyond the con of man….love that line from the Davinci Code….”so dark is the con of man.”
Someone bring me a Unicorn! Tinkerbell! Twilight Sparkle! Wait – Kyle, your smile…that will do it!
Yesterday afternoon we got a bit of thunder and rain. I decided to put on my swim suite and go out in it and it was soothing until I thought about the substance of the raindrops falling into my hand…..they looked and felt like warm tears. As the drops fell into my hand, I thought of Florida and the sorrow emanating from it at first and then I thought of the world. In each drop of rain is part of someone from the farthest corner of the globe…their laughter, their anger, their sweat, their tears of sorrow….their screams. In each drop a part of every creature that has ever graced the earth, whether it lived in peace or died in a canopy of fire.
The clouds are alive with the essences of….us. I understand now why clouds are associated with “heavens.” It is to the clouds the essence of us goes when our time in this form is done. As is above is below and all that is in between makes the above and below.
It is a pale comfort to think that since I am unable to be everywhere that the clouds can be during such times….all of our essences blending into tiny droplets…the seeds of rebirth and second chances.
My love, my prayers, my tears are on their way to you Florida. Through these wires and in the clouds….just hold out your hands and you will feel part of me there.
Manufactured Consent: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manufacturing_Consent
Manufacturing Consent: The Political Economy of the Mass Media (1988), by Edward S. Herman and Noam Chomsky, proposes that the mass communication media of the U.S. “are effective and powerful ideological institutions that carry out a system-supportive propaganda function, by reliance on market forces, internalized assumptions, and self-censorship, and without overt coercion”, by means of the propaganda model of communication. The title, ‘Manufacturing Consent’, derives from the phrase “the manufacture of consent,” employed in the book Public Opinion (1922), by Walter Lippmann (1889–1974).