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January 4, 2021

Contributing to the Chaos while

Living – Life – Large

Dan Abernathy

The end of 2020 was right back there. It’s quickly fading with 2021, but I can still see and smell it. I can still almost touch it. The stench seems to be lingering. There was a fragmented attempt for a highlighted conclusion as we all looked into the darkness of night to see the Star of Bethlehem. The Star of Bethlehem burned in the night skies before in the year 1226, but it was a different time. It will also shine again in 2080, long after I am not here.

As I kept looking and trying desperately to marvel at what I saw, to the right was a meteor blasting through the darkness. The shooting star entering the earth’s atmosphere and rubbing against air particles stole the show in my eyes. It was going somewhere unknown from another place that too, is unknown.

My first thought was not being here. If I were there with the shooting star, would I have gotten to see the star of Bethlehem with a greater vibrancy and possibly be more enthralled? This, I came to understand was a parallel to what is happening here and now. We seeming are living in the unknown.

The Star of Bethlehem was nothing more then a disengaging consolation prize for finally finding the end of 2020. We do not need 2020 vision to see a confusing year that will require no review or discussion to keep alive. As for myself, I have archived the good of the year and cast aside the not so good.

We are surrounded by a controlled illusion with less and less contact with what is real. This platform that we have found so much comfort in is nothing more then a professionally created misguided fable. There is no moral lesson to be found in these controlled fabrications. We just follow the guided trail with no interaction with what is real.

We belong to a vast population controlled by the select czars of society where the population is considered by many to be completely expendable.

We are standing in an echo chamber with what society and man is manipulating us to believe. Just as Joseph Stalin, who ruled the Soviet Union from the mid-1920s until his death in 1953, was falsely incriminated as doing.

Stalin once ripped the feathers off a live chicken as a lesson to his followers. He then set the chicken on the floor. The chicken was bloodied and suffering, yet, when Stalin began to toss bits of bread toward the chicken it followed him around. He said to his followers.

“This is how you govern stupid people, they will follow you no matter how much pain you cause them, as long as you throw them a little worthless treat once in a while”.

Though this whole plucked chicken, stupid people cannot be fully verified for authenticity. Things of this matter are often concealed or lost in the voids of occurrences, bet the message has become shockingly true.

Our existence, which we are all a part of, is growing immeasurably vast with ridiculous rules, mandates and regulations with guilt and fear being the new manifesto.

We continue to wallow in this materialistic constellation and think the Queen of Hearts in Alice and Wonderland was humorous as she yelled, “off with his head.” We listen and smile without hearing as we quarrel and fight with the hedgehog. At the same time no one notices the bloody heads of our neighbors bouncing across the floor. We look without seeing and have become insensitive with an unfeeling shock perception.

In this time that we are in now, this time of deceit and deception the greatest weapon is not a gun or a bomb. The greatest weapon is the control of information. To control the worlds information is to manipulate all the minds that consume it.

The moment someone sees the truth, and stands as an individual, saying, “Stop! Wait a minute. What is going on?” they are then labeled a rebel, a non-conformist and laughed at with a dagger stuck in their conspiracy theory.

There is a moment each day that I feel the urge and obsession that someone is analyzing the restless. For me, it is the inner calling of my vagabond spirit. This tinker is pulling my hair and telling me to listen. Listen to the call of the universe and start walking until you arrive at you. Which is found only after you except the spirit of solitude.

It could be perceived that I am going ostrich, sticking my head in the sand and refusing to think about something unpleasant. In a way it is possible that I am. But squabble that is being squabbled in reality, for myself as a free, footloose wanderer person, does little or no good. I find my consolation knowing a foundation of calmness, gulping the great outdoors and following the suggestion of Richard Brautigan, “Drink coffee, read old books and wait for the year to end.” - dbA


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