I used to think I knew what I was doing
I used to think I knew what I was doing. The year: 2006. I came to learn that, against what I kept hearing, Islam was not a religion of peace. I became very involved in trying to get that truth to be heard. I found my own niche: interviewing the top truth-tellers on what made them be able to see and willing to speak out.
It was years before I learned of another big popular untruth: the climate hysteria.
Later still I read American Betrayal, on dangerous Communist infiltration.
I still thought I knew what I was seeing and doing.
Now I see more. I see how there is a force behind the anti-truth forces.
But I have much less sense of what’s most right for me to do.
Slouching toward Bethlehem - the title of a famous poem by W.B. Yeats. I have the sense that that is what I’m doing, at best. Wandering. Wondering. Going here and there. Sniffing around.
I ask: what is real?
A further question: what is real and being restated over and over, so to say it again (and even hear it again) makes me feel like a hamster on a wheel?
But most: where do I put that very precious thing - my time?
As for what is real, the growing mess is real. The lockdowns were real. The injections are real. The increase in death rates is real. The cuts in fuel availability are real. Inflation is real.
Evidence that this didn’t just happen to happen is also real.
But whom can we trust and whom can’t we trust? That’s harder. Much harder.
And what do I do, in the midst of the potentially utterly catastrophic failure?
An image comes to mind. The cover of Stephen Coughlin’s brilliant Catastrophic Failure. Yes, we are dealing with a worldwide potentially utterly catastrophic failure.
Yet I have a strong impulse not to get into the heat of the fray, but to go to the beat of my inner drum - some idea pieces, also a love poem about comfy love and a cowboy song.
And I am inviting you along on my journey. These individual pieces. And then Zee’s Cafe Cafe, a virtual cafe at least one a month - ideas, creative pieces, and talk. Plus Full Flourishing, my personal growth model that I came to because I couldn’t find anything that felt right - something I considered vital was always missing.
Do I know what I’m doing?
I know the next step. Sometimes I get stuck and don’t take it. Then I get moving again.
One thing I know. The outcome isn’t fixed.
Another thing. This feels like the calm before the storm. It isn’t a calm, actually. So much data is coming out showing, among the injected, an elevated death rate, elevated miscarriage rate, elevated illness rate. But so much more is looming on many fronts.
And in the midst of all that, we are making out lives.