Here we are
again, at the heart of another Christmas and holiday season. While there are
those screaming about the loss of the meaning of Christmas, there are plenty of
people out there holding onto it for dear life. There are those out there who
are finding the pliability in the true meaning and molding it into something
they can find real in their situation. Perhaps they’re not genuine
fundamentalist Christians, but they still find meaning and comfort in a
brotherhood of Man, and find something real in doing for others just for the
sake of it.
That’s more
than fine, if you ask me.
More and more,
I am seeing humanity bend to the will of Nature; allowing the course of
instinct to bend us from the course of Sentience and Civilization in the
primary desire to cull the herd. What do I mean by that, you might ask? Look,
it’s about time we recognize, as a species, that it is in our nature to manage
our own numbers through warfare and bloodshed. Do any of you really find
genuine importance in this feud between Phil Robertson and A&E, as well as
those rattling sabers on either side?
It surprises me
endlessly to see my own kind fail to recognize the force of Nature upon us and
harbor the naïve belief that we control our own destinies. Sure, there are
those who have found this ability, but to believe it is a widespread mindset is
a sign people simply aren’t paying attention. I find it subtly amusing to see
nobody ever pursuing the genuine cause of war within our own kind, what with
their easy blaming falling on oil, sovereignty and the national security.
Thoreau once said, “There are a thousand people hacking at the branches of evil
for every one hacking at the root.”
I am confident our
kind battles on and on because if we didn’t, we would starve out just about
everything. If we made love only and never war, the chaos and utter want would
demand action. We are at the top of the food chain. Rank has its privileges,
but, as they say, with great power comes great responsibility.
We could find a
way to resist it and will eventually, but the chaos churning all around us
demands the tectonic shift must give in eventually, and the use of tectonics is
a fitting metaphor. The pressure mankind has felt in the past demanding of
blood was often answered quickly, but we’ve reached a point where our higher
minds are resisting. While this is a positive sign, the signs are also there
that we likely need at least one more good lesson. The pressure of two tectonic
plates grabbing at one another builds over time, so if the pressure is released
somewhat quickly and before it becomes momentous, the drama is lessened. But
allow the pressure to reach gargantuan proportions and the quakes coming once
the edges crumble are truly fantastic.
The pressure we
are feeling is about as immense as it has ever been in the history of our kind.
Our numbers are way beyond anything ever seen before, and our technological prowess
arms us in way hitherto unimaginable. So, once this thing blows, get ready for
an apocalypse quite different from the one on 12/21/12. This next one, the real
one, won’t be such a laugh.
Because of
this, we must find a way to harbor the spirit of the Christmas season and
cherish the love we have for peace and tranquility, the little and important
things, and for what is wonderful and beautiful. We must find great value in
the laughter of children, and we must educate our kind that our most innocent
and vulnerable are being hunted in record numbers. We need to find tolerance
and a recognition in the value of diversity in this shrinking world, and we
need to reassess our priorities. It’s okay for the secular to question the
verity of dogma and religion, and it needs to be okay for the faithful to
demand some level of accountability from their God. We no longer allow blind
faith and the power of our royal and political leadership to go unchecked, so
why would it be wrong to humbly ask that God take a more active role in our
plain sight and stop being quite so mysterious? Hey, we have grown.
One does not
need to believe that Christ walked on water and turned water into wine, and
then rose from death after three days. But would it hurt to accept his advice
that we love one another and treat our own kind with peace and acceptance. He
was fair and right in asking who has the genuine right to cast that first
stone. Christmas and all the holidays of the time can bring us together in
order to find the higher mind of humanity before we are forced to succumb to
the needs and demands of Gaia. Then, after the smoke settles and the blood has
seeped away from the tremendous world war soon to come, we’ll have more to
aspire to and seek as a greater goal for our kind for the long term future.
Perhaps we will no longer roll our eyes to the farming of our own kind in that
new world, and we will accept humanity for what it is and can be.
So, give those
well-meant gifts and savor their smiles as they enjoy the happiness of the
moment. Open those gifts coming your way and show your appreciation. Then,
after the turn of the year is a day behind us, give earnest effort to the hope
of a renewed future and join hands with those who are like-minded. Maybe, just
maybe, when that dime drops and all swords are unsheathed, there will be more
of us wanting peace over madness. So, once the madness ends, the peace might
reign unimpeded.
But keep in
mind that the hardest lessons are the ones best learned, so the more horrible
the war is while it rages just might sweep the pendulum towards greater and
longer peace when the calls for a truce are heard. Then, the Christmas seasons
to follow will surely be magical.
