The Nervous Now

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There I was surfing the Netflix for something life affirming to help wash away a growing sense of Orwellian dystopia, and I found it.  A documentary called “The Tiger and the Monk”  which told of the Buddhist temple in Thailand that is a sanctuary for tigers, and showed the life they share with the monks.  It was beautiful, and engaging.  There was just this one problem – Its a giant polished turd!

As I soon discovered when I Googled the place, the government stepped in and shut them down for animal abuse & exploitation.  The monks claim that since they are prohibited from working for money, caring for the animals requires donations from tourists who travel there for a selfie with a tiger.  Truth is, the place was a “tiger mill” and the monks were caught selling tiger cubs to rich folks wanting exotic pets.

That’s the exact problem that’s led to the things we must put up with everywhere we turn these days.  Nothing is real anymore, no matter where you go it’s just the same thing everywhere, giant polished turds!!  It’s why there is so much glitter and gloss in media and advertising, no substance.  The traditional marketing motto of “Sell the sizzle, not the steak” has become “All sizzle – no steak

These times we are witnessing take their toll especially hard upon the more spiritually oriented as we watch humanity being herded away from our evolution as a species; into the corrals of conformity and obedience.  It requires both courage and determination to resist the creeping resignation and psychic numbing that sets in, encouraging apathy and inaction.  What keeps us going day to day and month to month is something called “Stress Inoculated Resilience” and kinda like the enamel on our teeth, it helps protect us from overwhelming decay.  It’s a matter of training the brain to resist the strain.

These days if you aren’t depressed, you’re not paying attention”

So, there I was, 2 days before Christmas, at the local VA clinic for my annual checkup.  Two hours of poking & prodding, needles and nonsense.  Toward the end of the yearly ordeal comes the list of questions I now know by heart; except this year they have a new final question…”Are you feeling depressed, like there is no hope for the future?”  To which I replied, “Oh, you’ve been reading my blog!”  –  “What I am is skeptical about the future, even pessimistic about the future when I see such widespread apathy about the many and serious threats to the future.”  – “A month or so after I got my new electric wheelchair, ISIS ” deliberately targets people in wheelchairs during the Paris attack.  Kinda takes the enthusiasm out of going out in public with my new mobility.”

I mentioned that these days even without terrorists there is an awful lot of hot lead in the air with the weekly police shootings of unarmed citizens; all the more reason to shop online! I may also have made a reference or two to Fukushima, and the ongoing epidemic of dead marine mammals washing ashore here in California.  It was clear to see that my comments had left the doctor and attendant at a loss for words.  They stammered about a  bit before changing the subject.

I get that a lot, because I tend to speak without filters, except the ones about needlessly hurting someone’s feelings.  Why must our daily dialogue with each other always rely upon these filters and subconscious self monitoring of our thoughts and feelings before we speak them?  Why do we so often conceal our true self, even from those closest to us?

We use these filters and self censorship to form the make believe protocol of consensus reality, and when we elect to break that protocol it is considered rude!  Yes, yes, it’s so very rude to speak of how things really are; and to speak your truth can be costly.  And by the way; money is not free speech, it’s just worthless paper, and THAT is what all the polished turds are hiding.

The longer I live, the stranger life gets

– Jim Lassiter –

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