I don’t think anyone’s going to agree with all of this personal statement and some are going to be mightily offended.
Let me say, up front, here and now, ‘Pardon, Mesdames et Messieurs.’
This now could have been the worst time of my life, returning to a homeland which is in a shambles and finding no haven here, amongst a disillusioned and worried people, about to experience, in 2009-2012, a time most of them have never before experienced. In fact it’s been the most productive period in a long while and it would be nice if we could have a 25 hour day – that extra hour would come in handy. I thank my mate for making much of this possible although he’s probably wondering what he’s unleashed.
Don’t know about you but when women come into my life, any creativity, research or personal projects are put on hold for the nonce until she decides I’m impossible and moves on. In Russia, the women were fabulous but soaked up most of the available waking time and this was the main bone of contention between the love of my life and your humble blogger – that I wasn’t devoting enough attention to her needs.
Look, I don’t mind devoting well over half my sentient life to her if she loves me and it’s for a noble purpose like helping her realize her personal potential, helping her believe in herself; in my book, you should always get inside your woman’s head, erode her misconceptions about her inability and inner beauty and quietly support her every step of the way but she also has to support your upward journey and that’s the sticking point, isn’t it?
That was basically my working life in Russia with male and female alike and the greatest buzz was seeing him or her getting that job, landing that contract or making that speech. That, to me, is fulfilment plus and it drives your own pursuit of a higher state, in the time you’ve reserved for yourself.
But if devoting time, energy and one’s soul to a woman only results in a life still devoted to shopping, shoes, cosmetics, clubbing, sex, sun worshipping, home furnishings, money-wastage or other vacuous pursuits, then count me out. There are meatheads around who can fill that supporting role. Don’t get me wrong, I loved shopping with my lady and helping get her coordinated; dancing was also fine occasionally because it resulted in a better night in bed and I can discuss lipsticks and fragrances with any girl … but surely not as the objects of one’s life.
Surely the object of your life should be improvement of the non-materialistic state of either your situation or that of the world about you and having a bit of fun along the way?
Perhaps I’m wrong in this.
Into this steps Sonus, with his bleak exposé of where we truly are headed. I’m going to run a personal critique of his articles sometime next week but suffice to say that those six essays are a tour de force … although he refuses to take the next step.
As he said himself, in Part 6:
An evil presence, alien to all our perceived sense of “rightness” has its hands on our throat. We are all guilty of being asleep at the wheel …
One evening, an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside all people.
He said, ‘My son, the battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.’
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: ‘Which wolf wins?
The old Cherokee simply replied, ‘The one you feed.’
Sonus should have added:
‘Therefore evil will win because it is the easier path, dead easy in fact. It’s easier to drop back into, it’s more attractive in its immediate benefits but it’s ultimately self-destructive for the psyche.’
He would say we all need to understand and fight back against this perniciousness – this is what the articles were partly meant to achieve.
What he himself would well know is that the positive path to recovery has forever been cynically exploited by the enemy. Roosevelt’s ‘all we need fear is fear itself’ and ‘happy days are here again’, reprised by Reagan later, was music to an abused population’s ears.
Not many wish to read the key message from this blog or to wade through Sonus because we deal with difficult concepts such as the snuffing out of real hope. Research Roosevelt, dig deeper than the Wiki bio and you discover a man who called in gold in response to a troubled time of his own backers’ choosing and set in concrete the fiat system. You discover a man who was anything but the godsend most Americans still believe him to have been. Ditto Obama although there are people who at least see through him.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch, a messiah in a materialistic mould or truth in clipped off sentences such as, ‘Yes we can.’
Yes we can what?
Yes we can stand by and install our destroyer in office in a landslide and then maintain him there, mesmerized by the Pied Piper spell of charisma and the early charm of wife Cherie or Michelle?
Narrow is the path and rocky is the way to genuine truth and good, rising ever upwards, forever branching off into other paths which lead back down to the super-highway to Gehenna, which the majority of mankind is hell bent on, as Chris Rea warned the world, led by this Pied Piper who mesmerizes them into believing it is actually the upwards path towards truth and enlightenment.
Go to a gym and watch a newbie press 30kg of iron, avoiding those last excruciating pushes which actually make the difference, then go over to the mirror, flexing his muscles to see if they’ve grown any. Go to America and see people taking pills for fatness and well-being instead of getting off the processed food, getting off the butt, stepping out and exercising.
Even look at Christians, the genuine ones I mean, not the armed Crusaders of the bible belt and you’ll find find Pre-tribbers amongst them.
Do you know what these are?
They believe that the True Believers will be taken up before the Tribulation begins, that they won’t need to experience any discomfort, which in fact is a synonym for the real American dream – insulation against the vicissitudes of life.
There’s bad news for them.
Just as JC Himself did, in fact, experience unpleasantries, just as Peter, Paul and a host of devotees also did, so the real Christian is also going to suffer in some way, albeit in a less extreme manner in most cases. The third person in the trinity just makes it all the more possible to bear, that’s all.
Stripped of all its eco-speak and corporate jargon, the battle we face right now is no more nor less than the age old one - the fundamental battle between good and evil.
Where Sonus and I differ is that he sees evil [pardon if I have this wrong] as an internal battle within the self, which it certainly is, even on a daily basis. Whether your personal demons are simply the dark side of your personality or whether they are real demons you unwittingly invited in through your naivety, is the point at issue.
Poirot said to Jacqueline, a woman co-planning a murder, in Death on the Nile:
‘Don’t open your heart to evil, Mademoiselle because if you do, it will surely come and make its home in there.’
The corollary being, of course, that it will be impossible thence to remove it.
However, to have this inside you still does not preclude the fact that there may also be an independent, sentient presence behind it all, a force whose essential shape I neither know nor wish to know but it’s possible to see its fruits. One of its names is i-h-a- and it is legion. To the adepts, the 32nd degrees and the like, it’s as real as the keyboard in front of you now.
Sonus accepts the presence of an outside force at work, trying to disable the economic basis of society rather than just the chance cyclical appearance of downturns as part of the economist’s model and he’s correct.
It’s simple and yet seemingly impossible to go one step further and examine George Bush Snr’s ‘1000 points of light’ to see what arcane mysteries he is actually referring to and whence the concept is derived.
But this is getting into whacko territory, isn’t it? And economic writers are not of this mindset.
What if I allege that evil does exist outside of the self, an independent entity which organizes things and appears from time to time, e.g. in Kashmir, in Nairobi, in many places, also residing in the UN building. Mick Jagger was able to grasp the concept in 1969.
This is the first major obstacle which anyone who wishes to know the answer to the question, ‘Why?’ must overcome. If you don’t actually know the full horror of what you’re up against, you have no chance of coming to terms with it.
Read Ephesians 6:12 again.
This sentient presence can be seen in the concepts of duality and the inversion of the natural order – black becoming white and white becoming black. And the white is not white at all but a kaleidoscope of colours, each of which suits its book at the time. Tolkien alluded to this in the colours of Saruman’s cloak and in his honeyed voice of plausibility.
It perverts symbols.
What people know as the swastika is a symbol of good, historically; the star of David is a symbol of good, the pentagram is a symbol of good. It’s just that the enemy has prostituted these symbols.
It’s prostitutes sexuality. If the penis is designed for the vagina, it now goes in the anus.
It prostitutes worship. If the proper recipient of devotion should be your maker, it becomes money instead. If the proper recipient of your love should be your family, it becomes your mistress instead.
It prostitutes our children. Look at the Common Purpose aim with children, the new state mentoring which actually exists, even now, the decades of nobbling of our education system. Just look at what that system is producing today! I’m getting angry just thinking of what socialist teachers who should never have been allowed within light years of children are teaching them.
It’s all part of the process of white-anting the society and stripping away its ability to cope, whilst genuinely believing it is ushering in an era of tolerance and love. Look around at the tolerance and love it’s produced in our community at this very moment.
Here is Gordo’s dream in action but of course, he blames outside influences, the failure of a ‘free market economy’ which never existed.
On the other hand, the white caps are still on the waves out there on the sea, the ships are still passing and life in Britain can still be picturesque. The flat’s lovely and warm, the food’s scrumptious and the Mac is still working for now.
Have a lovely Sunday.