Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Covfefe




Though we cannot know what we do not know, it is also true that nowadays we are much too easily persuaded to believe something that isn’t remotely true. It would seem that, in this era of illusion and delusion, we actually prefer the lie, or  even a half truth over what is simply true that we ought to be able to see with even partially opened eyes.

But in many ways, and over the course of many years, we have been conditioned to accept falsehood because it just seems better. Certainly, a soft lie is easier to embrace than a tough truth. This seems to hold us hostage and makes us extremely vulnerable within all areas of human existence, whether in our religion, ideology or personal/business lives.

In fact, we have never been so vulnerable as we are in this high tech manipulated era. We are too easily blinded to what is true by what simply sounds/looks good. In fact, our conditioning has been so deep, wide and thorough, we trust anything that is told to us so long as it is presented in a way we accept as righteous/perfect/standard. I attribute this to the power of advertising - ‘Nine out of ten doctors agree!’ ‘Studies show that…” ‘A scientific fact!’  ‘Experts agree.’

It has taken awhile, as the digital age has grown into a huge monster, but now we are so truly dumbed down and manageable we are completely ripe for the picking. 

These are seriously scary times we live in, unlike any other, especially for the remnant who persist in thinking for themselves, asking questions, and clinging to independent conclusions, even if it goes against the mainstream. Whereas once, in the not too distant past, the norm, especially in the free country of the United States, was the intelligent application of logic and reason, now drinking the Kool-aid, because everyone else is slurping it down, seems to be the standard. We don’t question anything anymore, especially if it is presented in the flash and dazzle of social media - the now fully accepted vehicle for TRUTH. 

Example: In May of 2017 President Trump, returning from Saudi Arabia, outed the fake news media and used the word ‘covfefe’. No one knew what that meant so the first reaction was to grab it like a weapon to declare that the President of the United States was mentally ill and in need of being removed from office. 

Recently, it has come to light, due to the diligent digging and dogged questioning of a few remaining free thinkers, that covfefe is actually an Arabic word meaning ‘I will stand’. Nevertheless, the executives of Google sent out a design order to the rank and file employees to block access to the definition of the word from any dictionary source online, thereby allowing the untruth that President Trump was mentally ill and using nonsense words could be fostered and promoted throughout cyberland and into the receptive brains of the officially dumbed down.

Let that sink in. We readily assume, because we have been told, that Google is the ultimate authority on searchable  and  attainable true facts. In our delusion we embrace, without question, that it is a truth-based mindless operation. We do not take into consideration the possible (and likely) bias of the charlatans behind the screen.

But that’s just politics, right? We have come so far we actually expect to be lied to when it comes to the sweet manipulations of political rhetoric. Oh the promises we hear during any election cycle! The magic words usually include free free free free free! Once the votes are counted, the promises seem to fade like an old canvas in the sun. 

Unfortunately, our inability to recognize when we are being schmoozed and used actually begins within our own personal life experience. Psychopaths and con artists, or just ambitious liars, are especially skilled at sniffing out their next victim. They seem to have the predator instinct to recognize and tap into vulnerabilities when opportunities are spotted. Those who prey on others can be found in all walks of life. Once infected and, in many ways, saturated and possessed by the good sounding lies, the victim very often is left unable to see the truth sometimes even long after being rescued.

Driven by the insatiable need to have power over others, the perp uses every trick to create the illusion of goodness, rightness, and virtuosity. But why?

Humans have a natural weakness to be attracted to that which can be described  or interpreted as ‘good’, even though humans fall short of defining good as God does. The human version is always a facsimile, a cheap representation of goodness, but never true goodness. It cannot stand the test of time. It will always fall apart eventually.  At which time the perp moves on to his/her next victim.

We’ve all been scammed and hoodwinked at one time or another, the worst of the worst comes very close to destroying us or even leaves us in complete devastation to somehow figure out how to pick up the pieces and rebuild. But even so, many victims are still so infected with the poison of well-crafted untruth, regardless how irrational it is, and so never fully recover, like disillusioned members of a cult, they still cling to some irrational loyalty to the one who sucked them into the lie. 

Whether it is ego-based or embarrassment, or incomprehension that such a thing could ever happen, some victims refuse to admit they were scammed exemplifying the old adage that it is easier to fool someone than to make them admit they were fooled. 

When we experience the devastation of having been duped, if we could just take our lumps, realize that what happened to us was as much about how we have been conditioned to believe only what we want to believe is true, we can begin again, albeit a bit worn around the edges but so much wiser. 

And then we can say ‘covfefe’ with confidence - I will stand.

For Him,
Meema


Matthew 7:24 “Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25 The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. 26 But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. 27 The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Twilight Zone

Twilight Zone

Just sharing a link. Could not be said any better. Only thing I could add - this era can be perfectly described as the Age of The Great Delusion.

For Him,
Meema

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Redefining Relevance


Matthew 19:24 - Again I say to you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.

Regardless our diverse life paths, whether we win more than we lose, reach most of our personal goals or take multiple failures on the chin, have more to be grateful for than regret, we, the best and worst of us, all have one thing in common. One day we will no longer exist on this earthly plain. I, being an unapologetic Christian, believe we will move on to be accountable for those things we did or did not do that were required of us. Some don’t believe that and I can only reply to those who do not believe in God that they had better be right.

In the meantime, though, regardless what we believe happens to us ultimately, we move through each stage of our life, often unaware, at least in the early years, that we periodically come to a threshold we must pass through - a doorway where we must leave some collected things behind in order to enter into the next phase. 

At my ripe age of 72, I’ve crossed through quite a few of these portals. Some things are much easier to lay down than others. When you are a child moving to adulthood, you can enthusiastically give up childish things. Trust me, though, it’s not so easy to lay down a backpack filled to capacity with hard-earned knowledge, skills, experience and cherished things that no longer matter, in order to fit through the narrow gate.  

I can’t help but visualize the camel trying to pass through the eye of a needle. Not many understand that Scripture but the history behind it was explained to me long ago in a sermon by Billy Graham. 

You see, the theory is, in ancient Biblical days, vendors would come to a gated city with their wares strapped onto the back of their camel. When they reached the opening to enter it was often quite narrow, for security sake, and was referred to as an ‘eye’.  So, the vendors would have to offload their stuff in order to get the camel through into the city so that they then could go in and set up shop. 

Whether true or not it is a great yet simple analogy for what we often have to do in order to continue. We must off load our baggage first before we can proceed.

I confess I have recently reached the been-there-done-that-now-what? door and I’ve paused to consider what might be on the other side. Though I have always believed and held fast to the concept that one can continue to learn new things up until one stops breathing, I am forced to accept that it is more difficult, for all sorts of reasons, both physical and metaphysical, to build new neuron paths in an old shrinking brain. For someone who is a learner/doer that is an especially bitter pill to swallow.

But it doesn’t really matter what we do not want to give up or leave behind, we cannot allow ourselves to stand outside in a state of fear, angst or suspension, clinging to all that once was important but no longer matters. We have to come to grips with the inevitable in order to prevent stagnation. Even if everything we have ever been or whether the accumulation of all the bits that we think defines us are no longer germane in a modern world, we can’t change this by denying that it is a reality, a genuine force to be reconciled with.  

I have so many of these passages in my history now I feel somewhat like an alien from another century. Even as I let go, though, I must cling to the assumption that God might still have a few things left for me to do for Him and so while waiting I amuse myself by practicing my ukulele, composing, writing more than speaking and doing as much as I can while sitting. 

That might sound sad and bleak but it is actually the opposite. You see, I have come to terms with my limits. I’ve made peace that it’s okay I am not what I used to be and, more importantly, I’ve run out of will to be anything at all anyway. In fact, that’s an incredibly liberating concept to embrace. For one thing, it means I don’t have to be anything anymore. 

With the exception of being always at the ready to pray or write words that might inspire, I don’t have to be or do anything specific in order to be relevant to God. So I can, in fact, still be relevant in ways the world can’t see. 

Relevant enough anyway.

For Him,

Meema