Reflections

Mr. Nina said from the kitchen this morning, "it's the anniversary of 9/11".

"Yeah, I know..." I said, rather annoyingly.

The terms "anniversary" and "9/11" don't fit in my mind and heart. At all. I didn't want to hear about any of it today.

When he left for work, I told him I didn't want to talk about that day when he returned home either. He deals with the public and I knew he'd have stories to share from some of his customers. Stories I don't want to hear, either because I already agree with them or because I want to smack the people awake with whom I don't agree.

Maybe we should call this thing for what it really is. We have "D" day. Let's make this another "D" day. Death. The day of death for so many beautiful innocent people, our constitution, our safety. The day many woke up from their slumber and saw the realities of leaders around the globe. The day we began to realize we've been enslaved for decades and those doing the enslaving want it that way, don't give a shit about you or me, and plan on keeping on with the process. The day we began to realize the corruption of our "democracy", and the fact that there really is little difference between the letters R and D that follow the names of our elected officials.

Lost for me are the visions and memories of people coming together around the world. Lost because within weeks, within months, that coming together would collapse. Collapse because of the policies of governments, collapse because of the strong, ego-driven sense of patriotism and individualism and pride that permeates western culture to its very core.

I read a beautiful essay yesterday on Marianne Williamson's website, as linked through my friend/blogging buddy's site. Her words resonated with how I feel, deep in my heart, when I am not feeling tired and weary. She carries a strong message of hope and yet, she still believes to make a change, we must call our elected officials. Doesn't she know millions of us already have done/do this? Doesn't she know we have been ignored and essentially been told our will and wishes don't run the system anymore? Doesn't she know the corruption runs at depths so deep, agenda's based solely on control, and maybe even for some who have truly lost their way, their soul, to follow the will of their constituents would be akin to a death sentence, at the very least, any sort of political power and clout... Just look at Kucinich. He's a laughing stock in DC.

Hope. A strange word to me today. What good is hope when things are crumbling around us? What good is hope when you're worn out from the phone calls and the letters, demanding the will of the people return to politics? What good is hope when we have unseen people at the control panel? Sure, their numbers are small and ours are big, but honestly, how many people do you know, including yourself, who would be willing to simply say "ENOUGH" one day and refuse to participate in society in ANY way that reflected the (current) ways of slavery? That means refusal to work or shop for any corporation/business that is in bed with the government, that participates in the abuse of human rights around the globe, that doesn't pay a living wage and provide vacation, retirement and health care benefits. That means a refusal to pay outlandish interest rates on credit cards, mortagages. That means refusing to pay another fucking dime to the health insurance criminals. It means a refusal to pay another dime for energy when we can be getting it for free, or at the very least, much cheaper. It means a refusal to carry around that cell phone or be connected to the internet around the clock.

ALL of these little things we do are making others rich. Very rich. And yet are you seeing any of that wealth?

Hope. I'm sorry but I just can't find any of that in my heart at the moment.