The Microcosm

An acquaintance of mine (I will call him “A”) finds it necessary to frequently assert that he has a “big heart.” Through repetition he has made it his reality. This includes the fact that Jesus tells him what is right.

“A’s” legendary anger threatens violence which he finds permissible because, in all cases, he’s been “wrong done by”. Unlike Jesus, he argues, people do not repay his generosity in the way he believes they should. What “way” that is remains a mystery. His personal history is littered with bitter complaints, constant judgment, and unquenchable anger.

The above is but a microcosm of a greater psychosis possessing our world, a world of illusion with broad denials. Others are not like us, not the right color, gender, disability, or other indefensible judgement. The fight for food, water, and housing are alarmingly high throughout the world. The illusions have been ceaselessly forced upon us in the forms of disease, lack of birth control, laws that serve only a few, etc. Those who claim good fortune feel it is deserved and expect more.

Creation of illusion began in ancient times, for territory, or resources. (We continue fighting the same battles.) The use of illusion was a way to control and confer wealth and power upon the few or “select.” Slight-of-hand techniques coupled with word, and deed began to predominated “education.” Power was defined by violence. Clear signs of failure were evident, but unaddressed. It’s hardly any different know.

Much has been critically studied (jaded opinions and worn ideas tossed to the side in lieu of cold-eyed evidence). Scientists, teachers, and those truly concerned with what they are witnessing have sounded alarms. The attention until recently has been muddled by wild-accusations and conspiracy theories. However, it is no longer possible to cover up earth’s degradation (though there are several dinosaurs stuck in the mud of the past and holding dollars in their fists).

Like centuries previous, we focus on our achievements and greatness, not the pain and perversity we inflict on one another. We are trapped in the belly of the whale and beginning to drown. The specter of hunger, homelessness, and abject failure (of being unable to provide for ourselves or save our families) is becoming a common reality. We cannot find a way to get out.

I am not so cynical that I do not recognize the increasing many who are finding alternative ways of becoming, rethinking, and applying creative solutions. There is more than living in a house but being unable to eat, placing our money in banks that charge us to exchange our pitiful wages, and the marketers who sell cheap goods produced by other slaves throughout the world. We are afraid, and cling to the illusions, but illusions have no life lines.

We are all in this together. We must work together to find solutions coordinate our creations to improve upon or change the circumstances. Share what works. The truth is slowly outing. It is my fervid hope that it’s not too late for we are all looking over the cliff of extinction on the planet we depend upon for life.


Lies Collapse

The toilet is backed up. It hasn’t been working well for quite some time, and not just mine. Everyone in this building and in this block is beginning to vacate. My family and I are vacating soon.

We are hearing rumors that it is a city-wide maybe even a state-wide problem. The problem is so widespread that there are no public servants, no fire, police, emergency or other essential personnel. Government is not functioning. Those wealthy barristers of justice have fled. Their lies caught up to them. Not everything was okay.

The waste lines got clogged. It was clear a long time ago that this would become an emergency. They tried to hide the problem by adding to it, and flushing worthless currency.

There are thousands, if not millions of us living in the street. At first there were fights for food, shelter, and water. It was dangerous, and wasn’t working well because we were all in the same boat. If there were classes, it was the bullies and the bullied. (Much like before.) Too many, bullies included, began to realize that if we were to survive, we would need to work together. No one could be more important than another.

It’s been about a year now. There are gardens, water collection systems, and solar cookers. Bathrooms are innovative, and so is shelter. The aspect of our lives that has changed most of all, however, is that we’re beginning to live our true purposes, our value to ourselves and to each other. We’re under no illusions. Life has nothing to do with class, race, gender, or money.


Addicted to used books, I’m often lucky and find a keeper. The latest is Single and Single by John LeCarre, published 1999 and relevant to today’s latest scandal, the Panama Papers.

Single and Single details the lives of high rollers, shadow deals, and shell games. This world is created by the masters of illusion, the manipulators of truth.  The  manipulators promise fabulous wealth to those who  master the game of resources (including human blood). Those successful in executing this extraordinary feat of illusion are gifted with the finest the world can offer.

Unfortunately for the masters of illusion, there’s a problem. As detailed in Single and Single, the works of deception-al art are damaged, the colors fading. Those rushing in to repair are panicked. Mistakes are being made. The truth continues to leak. Damage control is being applied. It must be repaired. If not, a cascade of events will follow.

This is our reality. It is not fiction. We, the collective of humanity, are beginning to see the illusion we are living. Seeing the truth, however, is a tall order. Many have forgotten how to live without the false supports of fast foods, conglomerate groceries, and mega farms producing poisoned goods. Corporations have created so-called needs, money with questionable value, retirement savings promising no returns, but enriching those who have created the various instruments of deceit. Costly medicines may treat the dis-ease, but do not heal.

Imprisoned by debt and the hope of a better tomorrow, we can’t seem to escape. We have become prisoners. We know something must be done. Our prisons are overcrowded. The structure is weakening. Something has to give, but what?

The break from prison and our illusions is underway. Too many are seeing how weak our structures. Will the next call to world-wide war be an all-out effort to repair the illusions (to quickly bury the Panama Papers and shameless deeds)? I suggest this solution has been planned. The opening salvo, the indicator that the world is being protected and saved, will come via a horrific “terrorist” incident. The outcome is yet to be determined. Will we take up arms against the illusion, or arms against one another?

We are entering a time requiring great bravery, a time that demands sacrifices, but most of all, demands the truth and not from the indispensable corporate media maintaining the illusions.