Well, it’s the smallest time of the year coming our way, from Solstice to 6th January. Here at the ranch we’ve just finished final clean up for guests before they arrive, and Mrs S has banned me from the bathroom I’ve just finished, and one of the spare bedrooms we don’t usually use.
So, while the rest of the world wants to go to hell in a handbasket, I’ve finally picked up my Stratocaster copy and am relearning chord changes. Give me a week or so and I might be able to manage a reasonable three chord thrash again, or maybe even pick out something more tuneful.
The rest of the property is in shutdown for the next two weeks of the midwinter festival. And whilst it is uppermost in my mind, whatever you celebrate, be it Christmas / Mithrastide, Solstice, Hannuakh or good old Saturnalia, I’d like to wish you the following; Have a really great happy whatever….
I mean it. Enjoy this seasonal time out. Not because you belong to any religious faction, because they come and go like the wind and tides. Likewise politics, but because in this era of perceived ‘hate’ I have a few thoughts I’d like to share.
It strikes me that as a society, in our pursuit of things we’ve lost something precious. Because of rapid demographic changes at the behest of the managerial state we have become estranged from those we are kin to. The managerial state, like an employer, owes no fealty or fellowship to the populace it tries to govern, having only an economic focus, which, despite all intentions to the contrary, it often gets completely wrong. Likewise in the corporate sphere. Increasingly they just don’t get people.
It is instinctive for most humans (Even a grumpy old cuss like me) seek fellowship amongst those most like ourselves. This is why we naturally form groups around activities or hobbies. Sports clubs are a prime example. Neighbourhood activities another. Churches, Temples etc. Work associations and other such relationships fulfil an instintive need for direct human contact. These institutions and associations form a slow social osmosis that creates communities. Because human communities are not formal entities, they are completely informal. A sense of community and fellowship that cannot be imposed from on high because it must always be a direct voluntary negotiation. You can’t force people to like each other or not like each other, (addendum) well, at least if you don’t strip them of their humanity and natural volition first.
Therefore, a managerial state, driven by external agendas cannot really serve the communities it seeks to hold sway over because it does not, cannot love or have fellowship with those it tries to manage. This can be demonstrated because over the last few years the managerial state, surfing a wave of unfulfillable promises, has pointedly not made life better. Indeed, our societies are more fragmented than ever because these ‘managers’ have, for their own self-involved reasons, decided that only they know best and are currently taking us down one of the many roads to hell. Something which some of us complain mightily about, others shrug resignedly, and some follow blindly.
By ‘managers’ I mean those who try to force their will and agendas upon the ordinary person. People like state functionaries, various foundations and NGO’s, using their power and influence to increase their wealth without care for the people they wish to govern.
People like the WEF and their professional political puppets do not love us. To them we are just things, items on a spreadsheet, disposable assets with a finite lifespan. Theirs is a very autistic, two dimensional, view of the world.
Yet there is a saying “The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley.” I say the plans of these would be rulers will fail, because it can be seen that the tighter the reins of control, the greater some will struggle to free themselves by cheating and bucking the system.
To put it in the words of one of my neighbours; “Don’t worry Bill, there’s always ways and means.” And I think he was right. So long as there are chinks in the armour, holes in the system, there will always be gaps through which free agents can slip. Under the wire. Around the corner, breaking the mould before slipping through the shadows and disappearing into the wild blue yonder.
We can do this by the simple means of a kind word in the right place, the occasional display of unforced generosity and gratitude. A quiet smile and talking to people in real life. Try it sometime. Even if they’re being an arse. All you have to do is show them the error of their ways by asking good humoured questions like; “You really believe that?” Then wishing them a happy whatever and walking away.
Works for me. Have a great festive season because we should “Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we certainly die.” But then of course, we might not. Die, that is. And there’s a happy thought.
Merry Christmas.
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