Two years. It has been two years of being at home, without work and watching the beginning of the world catching on fire.
It can be hard to bear at times, such as tonight, right now as I feel the urge to type about what has been going through my mind. To organize loose thoughts, connect ideas, lay out a plan and means of survival for the future.
Just an hour ago I was in bed scrolling through Twitter and saw a post by Jordan Peterson expressing unusual displeasure at a Canadian bill being considered in the senate called Bill C-11.
This bill is about internet censorship in Canada. As far as I can tell, it also looks like privacy might be compromised among those that access internet sites which may not be in line with the "official" narrative of what Justin Trudeau, the Liberals, the New Democratic Party and the World Economic Forum wants.
They want control. Complete control over everyone.
And, this spurred me onto other thoughts and news I had consumed earlier in the day. Prior to the tweet, I had been listening to Charlie Robinson of Microaggressions talking about what is going on with drag queen story hour and how pedophilia is being normalized in schools and universities.
It is a terrible evil that has been unleashed upon the American and Canadian public.
It is even more so, should terrible news outside of the country fail to make it inside of our borders for us to know about. How will we receive news that could be of critical importance and understanding if certain news sources are blocked within Canadian jurisdiction? Should a catastrophe befall a certain country, nation or person that threatens the "official" narrative, how would we know of it? Would we be living in ignorance? Oblivious to the going-ons of the world outside of Canada? Or not being able to access truthful and factual information, simply because it is damaging to the political ruling class?
When the RCMP commissioner at the time of the deadly Nova Scotia shootings two years ago, today, was found out to have acted upon a political decision in her characterization and handling of the incident upon request by the PM office; it is extremely concerning so see how easily people are manipulated into acting in unlawful and unethical ways, simply to advance an agenda.
It's events like the shooting at Ulvade in the States that draws attention to the state of law and order in both countries. The mainstream state media is given directive to cast the incident in the most horrifying light possible and strangely enough, legislation is soon tabled with further restrictions in place for Canadians and Americans. Red flag laws for America, handgun ban for Canadians.
It truly is an evil being unleashed upon the Western Hemisphere. Upon us. Good and innocent people who grew up in a world that seemed chaotic but fair. A world where humanity expressed love and faith through songs, books, movies and art.
I don't see much of what it used to be, these days. Not much of how it was at all when I was a young boy happily looking forward to activities that today's children are unable to experience in the same way that I did.
The 1980s were an imperfect decade, as all of them were, but culturally it was rich and filled with promise. Rock stars sold out giant stadiums filled with adoring fans all clustered together and cheering with no regard for viruses or social-distancing or anyone dehumanizing themselves by wearing a mask.
I miss those days. Eating sugary cereal from a big bowl with a wooden spoon in front of the television watching the Smurfs. The WWF and Stampede Wrestling. Video Hits and MTV where music videos was all that was on. 24/7.
The hair, the clothes, the attitude and beliefs. Humanity and America were once defined by the opulence and style of each of the decades. America's greatest export has always been culture. From Elvis Presley to Ronald Reagan, NBA basketball and Kanye West; American values and ideals were all represented through various mediums and public figures.
And now, the soul of humanity itself appears to be tested in these times, as the 2020s will hereafter be forever known as the "covid-19" years where hysterics and accompanying legislation were produced to the effect of wrecking the global economy in exchange for keeping us "safe" from a virus that originally had a less than 2% mortality rate with the majority of deaths occurring in otherwise unhealthy people with several other health conditions sensitive to the effect of respiratory illness and disease.
As I lay here on the couch, looking at the time past midnight and feeling quite awake; I feel a clarity that somehow permeates my spirit. There were moments when I followed my thoughts about the various news items of the day to their logical conclusions and felt the potential of fear intruding upon my heart, threatening to coat it in a thick slime that hardens to the plight of the world.
But I have dealt with fear before. There is no point to any of it. Living with fear is different than living with preparedness. With faith and divine guidance, we are often lead to consider destinations and avenues of growth that heretofore may have remained unknown to us. We are presented with the simple choice of do or do not. Do we do? Or do not?
Each step and thought preceding it stems from one's interpretation of the data the world presents and the individual place within it. Who am I? Why am I here? What am I meant to do? Are some of the questions that have shaped and oriented our lives.
And for these inquiries, access to the wisdom of the heart often fulfills what news websites and social media cannot.
When I feel moments of helplessness and compassion for the most of us who are affected; I tend to smoke like a chimney. I'll go outside every 20 minutes for a cigarette to get a break from the information I am digesting online. School shootings and gun legislation, Sri Lanka going bankrupt, China using covid-health apps to restrict the ability of citizens to withdraw money from the banks.
It all piles up and weighs upon me.
Until I step outside, look around, and see that the world is still standing. The sun is still shining. The breeze is still blowing.
The world as beautiful as it always was.
And when I breath in the distinct smell of a forthcoming rain, I feel charged, alive and a part of the human experience that does not include political affiliation as a requisite for the enjoyment of life.
The life that I have been given by the Creator, to do as must be done.
To realize the purpose that each of us have are expected to fulfill.
To that, I wish you well dear reader, should you be experiencing similar concerns and thoughts.
Let the Truth guide our way.
In a new day and dawn.
Until the end of time.
Bless.
