And The Stars Look Very Different…Today

The spirit of 2016 seems to be different already. I know it is traditional to review our lives and resolve to knuckle down to the essential matters of our lives, to turn around bad trends, to pull out of destructive personal dives into iniquity, to embark on entirely fresh directions at this time of the year; but this year is different.

The events and dramas of 2015 have distilled a potent brew. It has never been more precarious out there, the narrative of eschatological doom seems endless, scenes of mass movements of people not witnessed since the days of WWII, talk of war and destruction is diffused through every day from dawn to late night news analysis.

Counterpointing all of this is a massive event, the gradual awakening of western peoples to the absurdity of what they have taken for granted for so many decades. The assumptions, the very foundations of our civilization seem to now be shaking, crumbling and shifting. The seemingly solid edifice of our political consciousness is finally being jolted out of its somnambulist trance.

The ‘silent majority’ is beginning to question what is going on, becoming aware of the shenanigans at the core of western society — of course America is seen to be conflicted, the stream of ‘common sense’ explaining the motives behind the circus — the curtain concealing the levers and switches and the old bugger operating them has been lifted. It is no metaphor we deal with here, Oz is what America truly is.

So 2016 has commenced, the factions involved in a desperate contest for the destiny of humanity are now revealed. It is a critical race, will the awakening of the sleeping giant take place in time before the die is truly cast for our planet? I do not know. Will Russia turn out to be the actual savior of humanity , the revealersof the lies and corruption we have allowed our civilization to become tangled up with — an irony beyond all ironies?

I do know that 2016 will be a significant year, if we get to remember years, this one will be remembered and seen as a significant point. Each of our lives are attached to the same string, like melons on a vine and the outcomes of the macro, with its titanic struggles, determines our small spheres of action.

I pray in my own distinctive way, to my own eccentric concept of universal creation, that we get to reflect — it is not guaranteed, there are never warranties of continuance, but I wish you all a happy new year and I will revisit this topic again the same time next year; that is if I am able to.