First some big picture stuff. Before the plandemic, the race riots, the destruction and history deletion, what was the state of the world? Peaceful? Universal abundance? Everyone healthy, happy and fulfilled? I won’t insult your intelligence.
So the world was broken and causes were advanced. It was capitalism and colonialism. The lot of everyone who wasn’t a white man was appalling because of the patriarchy. It was global warming; it was the virus that is humanity.
- Do you see a problem here?
If I go around pointing the finger at others I believe are responsible for the state of the world then I am a good person. If I “take the knee” then I am one of the guilty ones. Emotionally charged white zealots have a problem when confronted by black policemen or women in proclaiming their white patriarchal causal theory. But they don’t. Black policemen and women are part of the problem. They have clearly sold out.
- But it goes a little deeper than that.
If I “take the knee” I’m siding with the oppressed. They are oppressed through my conscious or unconscious actions and those of my ancestors. So my skin colour is irrelevant? I feel guilty.
If humanity, black, white and all shades in between, is the problem (the virus) then where do we go from here? Is it possible that Antifa and BLM zealots are also infected?
You’re not likely to get up out of your chair, go to the nearest mirror, look into it and reflect on how you see yourself are you? But to save you the journey, how do you perceive yourself? Better than other people? Guilty? Are most people superior to you? Those “others” you lord it over, are they part of any particular group?
Regardless of your gender, are you equal to, better or worse than, in terms of a yet to be defined criterion, your husband/wife/kids/friends/family?
If you go out, breathing air, you have been told there is a risk you will kill someone. You are asymptomatic, so the fact you are not hot, coughing and breathless is no excuse. You could kill someone anyway. So you don’t. You stay home. You comply with house arrest, wearing a useless mask that could increase your chance of catching this ‘flu variant, avoid other people like the plague, shun social contact with loved ones and even your close family and wait for government permission to tell you when to come out from behind the sofa.
Why do you do that? Because you have been told you are a potential killer?
Unless you truly have been hibernating for three months, you will have noticed that you have carte blanche, especially in America, to go out and “protest.” If you do that your potential killer status is suspended. You can stand shoulder to shoulder with other one-time potential killers and the only consequences are non-health related. And you know what they are.
However, if you go to a political rally, try to open your business, object to house arrest et cetera, you are, again, a potential killer.
In the totally unhinged, insane world of identity politics there is a hierarchy of victimhood. At the moment those at the top of the victim tree are black people. We haven’t heard much lately about transgender issues. Or the fighting between some feminists (TERFS-Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminists) and transgender activists.
Then we have the “experts.”
Who are the experts? Are they one above status wise that other revered group, scientists, in the social pecking order? What happens if one of these experts (Neil Ferguson anyone?) gets it wrong? What happens- DO YOUR RESEARCH- when people like Ferguson get it consistently wrong? Might it be a choice by politicians of who to choose as an expert? After all aren’t all experts correct come what may? Surely experts and their lesser brethren, scientists, are uniquely objective, unbiased, wise people who are totally uninfluenced by those who pay their salaries?
I have studied human behaviour for over 40 years, spent thousands of hours researching, attending courses, teaching personal development and held positions in academia. Am I an expert? On some things, maybe. Am I an authority? No chance. Would any government which is part of the swamp, hire me to promote and help fulfil their agenda?
- Some things are indisputable.
Most of my real learning, my “wisdom”, my beliefs and values (of which I am proud) have come from interactions with other people. I have met “experts”, global leaders in my field, “educated” people and thousands of people I could not or would not label. Perhaps my worldview is totally distorted. If I buy into the concept of the 2%, then as a member of this group do I want the 98% to join me? If this theory has any validity then what is to be done?
Credit where it is due. Those currently in power have done an incredible job during my lifetime of convincing the majority they are in need of saving. In the last 10 years the only thing to be is a victim. The system disempowers you anyway, so to become empowered you have to challenge the status quo. If you are a victim, especially a more downtrodden victim than anyone else, mainstream politicians have got your back. You see the problem keeps coming back to the white patriarchy.
You can violently challenge the patriarchy, the colonialist behemoth, and it makes you feel good. The worm has turned. Smash the system. I certainly bought into smashing (non-violently I hasten to add)-the system for decades. As a white man it is a little difficult for me to want to abolish the patriarchy. Sure I can take the knee, daily if necessary, and tithe a substantial portion of my meagre income to Black Lives Matter. I can humiliate myself, feel guilty and start to despise who I am. I can denounce my dead parents, and search in my ancestry for proof that I am racist. Or a virus. And by driving a car and at some stage in the future- God forbid- flying, I can hate myself even more because of global warming.
So, people like me are the oppressors. Or we can become one of the victims. As an oppressor, I should be cancelled, de-platformed and removed. As a victim, in the current climate, I’m one of the good guys, and might even be financially rewarded for any destructive behaviour, be it physical or verbal. And who is going to rescue me?
What if I wasn’t a victim? What if I thought a long time ago that I could rise above any challenge, that by loving and accepting myself I could love and accept others? What if I realised I was an essential, unique and significant part of the human race, of the timeless oneness in all creation? What if I realised this biological spacesuit I currently inhabit had no significance other than that which I gave to it? And what if I dedicated my life to helping other people wake up to their true selves, their true nature?
And what if I forgave those who betrayed me? What if I forgave myself for betraying others? And what if I used my own imperfect life, the mistakes I made, to motivate me to be a better person?
And instead of pulling down statues, and deleting history, we all learned from the mistakes of the past and use those mistakes to motivate us all to never repeating them and to build a better world?
Suppose we all woke up from the false narrative perpetrated continuously, universally and in a 1000 different disguises that we are either victims or oppressors?
Suppose we realised that everyone has an agenda, no matter what it is, and that by discovering that agenda we then have a choice to make. My agenda (a gender, how interesting) is very clear though I can never be 100% certain that I have convinced you.
We are all one, we are all of equal worth, and we are beings of magnificence, creative and compassionate. If we treat others badly, which we all do, we can learn from that and become better people. We are not victims; we are a heartbeat from emancipation, liberation and empowerment. No matter what our financial, social and wellness status it is possible to break out of our socially constructed and self-perpetuated prisons.
Anyone can be healed, not everyone can be healed.
The real pandemic? You know now what it is, and in truth you always knew it. How does that song go? “Learning to love yourself is the greatest Love of all.” Love yourself, or find someone who loves you to help you. Love heals.
Jack Stewart, June 24, 2020.