Just keep scrolling… and find a more accommodating place to land. You will not find that here, today. And truth be told, perhaps any other day in the days to come.
Things have changed… and so have I. I find myself wondering: What is the point of a personal blog if there is no room for the embrace of an authentic and long-lingering rant? So… just for now… I am choosing my moment of indulgence. Without authenticity, what is the point?
Truth be told, nothing – NOTHING! – is more important to me than my children and my grandchildren. I am old enough and wise enough to know that as much as their lives depend on the intuitive intelligence of their own choices, I also recognize that they do not live in a vacuum; that they are surrounded by ‘others’ who are making their own choices in a way that is a reflection of their own immediate state of Being. Not good/bad, right/wrong – and just the way it is. The ensuing complexity offers up the opportunity to dive deeper into our own inner truth that we might reach higher as intentional expressions of our potential. Not always fun… and the alternative is to live our future as a repetition of our past. No evolution, there.
Today – in the capture of this, my moment in time – I am just so… so…. gobsmacked!… and enraged… and outraged… by the collective obtuseness of us, as a species. Despite our enormous, untapped potential, we continue to allow ourselves to wallow in uncertainty…. to wallow in our fear of untested consequences… and abdicate the power of choosing to those we hold to be in authority, of some kind. We capitulate and sublimate ourselves to be shaped by those we once held as our leaders, now proven to be seeking to become our masters.
Gobsmacked… by our collective cowardice to take a stand for what we know is an intuitive and innate truth rather than capitulate to the pressure of some authority figure…or some obscure, collective judgement… to turn us against ourselves. We surrender our future to avoid today’s discomfort of another’s judgement. Such is the intergenerational power of shame and shunning… still alive and well in the prison of our own self-abandonment.
Enraged… by the mountains of evidence that our recent past (both, regarding health and climate) has been a fabrication of the most vile and intentionally vicious infliction of enormous damage on billions upon billions of people across this planet. And still – despite compelling evidence to the contrary – we continue to have these purported ‘authorities’ and ‘experts’ spit their venomous and vicious lies directly into our faces and demand appreciation from us for having done so.
Outraged… by our repeated willingness and ability to be cowed into compliance by the ‘opinions’ of others: ‘what will the neighbours think’ or ‘I don’t want them to say mean things about me’ or ‘give me dirty looks’… and so surrender the last, lingering shred of our personal and collective dignity to the torch-carrying, screaming masses of the inducted and ignorant who press for more and more of us to become less and less of who we are designed to be. “Don’t you talk back to ME, young lady!” We have learned our lessons well from long ago and remain deeply committed to their requirements.
Where do I go from this? My life has been and continues to be about working with women. I cannot begin to tell you how many times – in these past 30 years – I have watched women surrender themselves to some ’other’ they feared would harm them: physically, emotionally, financially, politically, etc. etc etc… and so, in their defence chose to bend the knee and hope for the best. And now, here we are – STILL wounded and bleeding and fearful, despite our deepest hopes that capitulation would be the answer we so desperately wanted it to be. Still bending the knee…
Hiding from ourselves… pretending to believe and support and be that which we are NOT… in the once-slow and now increasingly more rapid descent into the hell of our own design.
Hiding – our individual and collective disgust with the direction in which we are moving.. and that includes our own families, as they seek to bully and shame and isolate us into compliance. Daring not speak what we know is the truth of our experience for fear that their ‘upset’ will leave us isolated and alone when they circle the wagons.
Lying – to ourselves and for anyone else who demands it of us in exchange for a ‘guarantee’ of safety, a pat on the head and an ‘Atta boy!”
Regardless, I continue and will continue to trust my own inner cues. Increasingly, the consequences are tightening for doing so since so many have already abdicated. More than at any other time in history, Canadians have already removed their wealth and their personage from this country in search of a place to find ‘protection’. Really? I wonder how long that will last…. while those of us who remain are stuck with one of the most arrogant, ignorant and self-aggrandizing prime ministers we have ever had. Unfathomable ignorance not only at home but on the world stage. Buffoon. Chronic lier. There is a darkness in him and his only-too-willing minions that is spreading across my Homeland… which is rapidly becoming unrecognizable.
Soon – if not already – it will be too late not only to prevent but to undo the atrocities of his and his criminal cartel’s ‘leadership’ of this country. It now looms that our great desire for and deeply installed Canadian ‘way’ will be our demise.
No one can do this alone. Nor can a collective in a deep coma of indoctrination, habituation and fear make a difference. It takes all of us – awake, aware and both willing and able – to reclaim a territory lost, over time, to erosion… to the slow and seemingly innocuous drip… drip… drip… of a sovereignty reduced to the weathered imprint on stone – long gone and now a distant memory as evidenced by a lasting reminder. Even our recognition of what can be is beginning to fray at the edges.
Are we the last generations to know the freedom of democracy in this country?
Our traditional way, as Canadians, has been to accept and tolerate. Our future – and that of our children and theirs – demands that we grow a spine and draw a line in the sand.
Amen, to everything you have said in this post, Louise.
We Canadians are the people who were always held, worldwide, as the ‘peacekeepers’, the ones who could be trusted to do the ‘right’ things, the ones who would provide solace to the world in difficult times. However, now, at this time, there is no peace for us in this country, this land.
So called ‘leadership’, masked behind the fake smile of ‘I’ve got your back’ proselytizes peace while directing narratives of fear as pointers onto the path of expected/forced compliance. Civil rapport and trust broken.
I now wonder if ‘peacekeeper’ somehow, over time, defaulted into ‘protector’ so that ‘fear’ – as fodder to fertilize the narrative of ‘I’ve got your back’ – would intentionally render us ‘gullible’. When our innate innocence is usurped/defiled, we become easy targets for ‘gullible’. Shame ramps up and we’ll do anything to move away from that. It happens with individuals and it happens with statehoods.
It takes intentional commitment to fostering an internal state of being that demands and respects the ‘NO’, so that ‘YES’ to what honours the human spirit is held as a sacred right/trust and is never forgotten. And THAT takes courage. I, for one, am up for THAT!
Comments are back to open, so here I go!
YES, to everything you have shared. To the fire that fuels the only thing we must embrace: transformation of our species. Either way, IT is happening … the question becomes, how?
Will we capitulate and give our children up to be consumed by the transhumanist — pardon me, “biodigital convergence– movement? OR will we choose to draw the line in the sand that says “you cannot have my kids”. The later, of course, demands we SHOW UP and take responsibility for our choices.
But what does it take to DO that? We both know, it takes effort. It takes persistent commitment to our own evolution, first and foremost. It takes declaring “no” to all the historical stuff we keep perpetuating in our daily lives.
Never mind corporations and billionaires and governments. None of that would have power if we simply chose to step off the conveyor belt leading to … ???
Factory farming is a mindset. It is a way of life that we have effortlessly embraced as the most “civilized” way to move through the world. We have normalized the ugliest aspects of our nature, lying to ourselves about this is the best of what’s possible. It’s human nature or some BS like that.
The fact that it is all a matter of choice eludes the masses. Of course it does because there is a concerted and intentional effort to distract us from ourselves. To confuse us with mass hysteria and narratives of fear and divisiveness that take us further from that which we in this paradigm KNOW is Sacred.
I agree with your wholeheartedly: without authenticity, what is the point?!
Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share this. I know my life is different because I have chosen to embrace authenticity as a way of life … doesn’t make me popular amongst the spewers of conventional narratives, but … somehow … I can live with that!