Now

Look.  Sink or swim.  Blow out the stink.  Move.  Where the rubber hits the road.

There comes a point where you cannot avoid what's happening.

Reticence has often been self defeating.  Wait too long and opportunity passes you by.  That's not to say a time and place for action.  Houston waited, then struck at just the right time.  Dancing on a string.

We are where we need to be.  Time to clear our minds.  Time to take stock.  Action can be mental rather than or in addition to physical.

Mirror.  Now I look older than I did years ago.  Not bad though lol.  I work with what I have.  And the same goes for the soul.

There is no stopping us.  We never give up.  Time to decide.

Now.

We

The People.  Individuals coming together for the common good.  Quite the opposite of collectivism.  That's forced lockstep and no original thought.

We are all in this together, whatever this is.  And it is time to examine ourselves.

What have we taken for granted?  Are we predators or liberators?  Are we coming together or drifting apart?

Even the poor in USA have it good.  To an extent, yes.  We have advantages and opulence only dreamt of in the past.  Things are tighter now.  Are we struggling?  Are we spoiled?  Depends.

Some people cruise along, with goods and services at beck and call.  When everything is done for us, we forget others serve.  Then they hit a wall.  Panic sets in.  They hoard.  Notice I said some.

Others have appreciated what's been done for them.  They realize we all play a part in society.  When times toughen, so do they.  They stockpile.

Many are in the middle and have modest preparation.  They are wise, for they are unlikely to panic.  It is the key to our emergence and triumph.

We will win.  We will continue to Restore the Republic.

Me and ye.  We. 

Are

Be.  Intransitive verb.  Many interesting iterations.  However, here we are.  State of being.  How are you doing?

Economy?  Scuttle it and achievement.  If it is constructed well, it will come back.  Or restructured in a healthy free market society.

Health?  Threaten or compromise it.  Sick people, including fear of disease, are easier to control.  Reach past the fear.  Do sensible, not fear oriented things to be healthy.

Fear, hatred, chaos are being countered now just as they have always been.  Gratitude and preparedness existed before and will continue.  It is the opposite which gives an illusion of power.

Nothing lofty nor lah dee dah about this current situation.  Think about motes and logs.  But meet the test.

Think of a pile, stack, what have you.  For a long time, it's been there stored.  You take something out of it.  The support of the sundry articles shifts.  It might topple.  Or, with careful shifting, it'll wobble but will remain.  See what works.

Time to go light.  It's a chance to tighten up.  Work out mentally and physically.  IOW have a cookie and/or a beer etc.  Just go slowly.

Some people will suffer and die currently.  And certain other people will exploit.

Remember people die and are born every day still.  May it bring us to appreciate the cycle more.

Weather the storm.  Heavy, light, calm, our state of being remains.

Where

I'm reminded when Sam's Club East arbitrarily closed a couple of years ago.  One day our daughter and I did some regular shopping.  The next day it was closed.  Just like that.  Employees showed up and were turned away.  They did receive severance and a chance for jobs elsewhere.  Hmmf.

Mrs and I went Friday, as they opened the store to liquidate merchandise.  It was already emptying fast.  Holes were appearing all over the food section especially.  The lines were long and the employees were stressed.  I looked around and contemplated what a catastrophe would do.

Well, we have found out in a mild way.  We see the result of what I'd call limited panic concerning health and goods.

My advice, albeit late, is NOT to panic, and learn to prepare.

Toilet paper.  There.  I said it.  Much has been bought in panic.  Much grabbed in greed.  Many were prepared.

There are places with varying degrees of severity.  Here fairly good.  LA not so good.  And there are many in between.  NB that the worst places are very blue.  We are fortunate here in that many of us resist a total takeover.

Make the most of where you are and where you're at.

This is textured.  On one level, it was meant to discumboobulate society here and everywhere.  It was meant to put the President on the spot, no matter the disease.  Think of an airplane downed just to get one person.  Socio/economic chaos is food for collectivism.  On the spiritual, it is a fallen path meant to pave the way for something that remains unnamed.  You all can figure that out methinks.

Be careful.  Stay well.  Protect yourself and others.  More later.

Sisyphus

King of Ephyra, punished in the underworld for his self aggrandizement and deceit.  He rolls a huge boulder up a hill.  As it nears the top, it rolls down and he repeats the action forever.  Since the origin of the myth, it has become a symbol of futility.

Is this odd?  Once upon a time, a young student minister ran afoul of the autonomous bishop and his pastor/minions.  This was because the young man preached Christianity/faith is to be lived every day.  One time he even talked about child sex abuse.

For a period of time the student served a particular church.  He did all except Communion blessing and weddings.

The congregation supported him and wished he could actually become pastor.  There was unrest in the national church and the student advised facing it eye to eye w/o fear, just faith and common sense.  Also, he said if the time came after ordination, he would see where he might go.

This guy was suspended from preaching and had to leave his service for the congregation behind.  This was simply because he did not like the collectivist bent and he also didn't osculate the bishop's posterior.

To make a short story lomg (-s-), he was mysteriously invited to assist the newly appointed pastor at that church.  The folks were glad to see him as he was them.

In the vestry, he outright asked what was going on re his suspension.  The mealy mouthed pastor said that 'people in high places did not want to see him succeed'.  Curiouser and curiouser and certainly not Christian.  In fact it was at least reminiscent of Pharissees.  And at the risk of seeming sensationalist, the young man suspected not just collectivism in the church, but also Luciferianism.

So, the pastor preached about Sisyphus that Easter Sunday.  How impossible it was to accomplish certain goals and that the boulder always rolled down.  Shouldn't he have spoken of the stone that rolled from Jesus' tomb and His Resurrection instead?

This young man continued helping people when and where he could and still does.  Serving the Light happens everywhere.  Detours yes.  Stopping, no.

I contend the real modern Sisyphus is the minion/pastor the young man encountered and the organization that in reality opposed Jesus and the church universal.  Such projection is common when modern Pharisees attempt to pollute truth.

That stone might just roll back on them.

Past Present

Some things are left in storage too long.  Dust and cob/spider webs get thick.  Some paper yellows while others stay remarkably fresh.  Things meant to be unpacked remain boxed.

I've repackaged several boxes that were left neglected for years.  Old records mixed with family momentos and some things gotten to by rodents.  They have been cleaned out.

Much can be recycled, while memories are kept.

This all seems poetic, symbolic.  Yet, this has a profound effect on life in the present.

Memories, of course, can set forth from photos and papers long stored.  Perhaps not forgotten, maybe on the back burner or they are in cold storage.  They flit to mind, but the affairs of the day swiftly carry them aside.

Sometimes these items are stored with the intent to move soon and unpack them.  However, for one reason or another, they stay unpacked, collecting dust.  Artifacts.

There might be stagnation.  Yet, once unearthed, artifacts become energized.

Moving forward, having regrouped, these things upturned add to the momentum.

Ready for a move.  All packed to transport to a new HQ.  It's an adventure in itself.

The past presents itself and accompanies now into then.

A gift, a chance taken, claimed.

Past present forward.

Deep Smear

Liberals/collectivists are vindictive.  Truism. An example.

An actor is blacklisted in local theater.  He opposed bullying, intimidation and victimization.  So, underhanded, he was never hired again in a particular market.  Auditions are just that.  You win or lose and go on.  But in local theater sometimes, as in larger venues, you are asked to appear or you know the odds.  Nothing.

Further, as an up and coming actor, sometimes one takes outside jobs.  Waiting table comes to mind etc.  An office temp job ended.  The actor had an organizational mind and fixed a very messed up office filing system.  The company was pleased and even gave him a goodbye party replete with some gifts.

Upon returning to the temp office, he was told by the head that he was cited for messing up the job.  And when asked, she said someone had to take the blame.  This woman was a friend of the woman the actor had dressed down, the teacher who bullied kids and covered her hubby's abuse of teen boys.  Hmm.

The actor had appeared in a prominent role in a first rate theater.  A tape was made of the play.  He asked to borrow it, as some production people etc wanted to see his work.  He was told the tape was missing.  The artistic director was subject to funds that had to be approved by the same prof of ill repute.  Also he was never hired by the director, even though praised and worked at the theater to help establish it along with his wife.  They had been complimented as helping found the theater.  The wife had even made soup for the director when he was sick and the director celebrated the couple's first birth.  Money talks usw.

The actor, as usual for such folks, needed new headshots.  A local guy who was quite good did a set.  They were horrible.  Looked like a ghost.  Other work the photographer had done was good, flattering for the actors.  Our blacklisted actor's were piquantly trash.

The photographer and his wife were friends of the aforesaid prof and hubby.  Is there a pattern?  Or is this just grousing by a 'disgruntled' artist?

One could come to one's own conclusions.  Add the fact that in addition to the ill repute earned by the teaching couple, they had a history of vindictive behavior with others to the extent of attempting to ruin careers.  Sounds like junior league versions of some politicians of historical level.

That they were liberal is, to me, a foregone conclusion  Collectivism uses those same tactics.  Deception, projection and coverup are daily M.O. for the scurrilous.

What happened to the actor?  He rose above the fray and went to NYC/Hollywood and trained with real pros, even some liberals.

He was simply told by an ally that his views would be enhanced or encumbered, depending on the crowd.  So it was and is.

At a local party, he had occasion to converse with a lady of immense talent, who had initially been trained by his wife's grandmother.  This lady was a rising star.  She married a man who was far less talented and was jealous of her.  He coerced her to move back home, where he ran with the crowd of wannabes and big ducks in a small pond.  He both allied and disparaged said crowd.  Such is the nature of hell.

The lady advised the actor not to let them do to him, what they did to her.

He didn't let them.