On the Meme Narrative Trail, Again . . .

On walk with puppy Shadow this morning, I was noticing that I just don’t want to try to figure out what’s happening in the larger world anymore. Can only barely stomach “the news,” even from alternative sources, knowing that “things are (apparently) getting worse and worse and worse.” And as for wringing my hands and clenching my teeth (though I can no longer clench, thanks to three back molars gone . . . see posts November 14, 15, 16), I’m reminded of what my late, patient, and always wise husband Jeff Joel would say to me: “But Ann, what can you do about it?” Meaning there’s nothing you can do about it, so why spend so much time kvetching?

Well Jeff, I can do something about it. And that’s to stay centered and grounded, right here, on this living, conscious land, with these animals and housemates and neighbors and townspeople, learning how to “grow community from the ground up.” YES. A multi-year, perhaps even multigenerational project, given that the mycelial web of life (extended families residing in the world’s villages) has been, is still being, bombed to smithereens.

Yes, stay right here, right now. Hyper-local. Regenerate the world into what I, and millions upon millions of others, long to live in.

But of course, I can’t stay away completely from what’s going on out there. “The news,” after all, is what I call my “root addiction.” (It’s the only one left, now that both cigarettes and weed are gone). And this one’s a doozer! I’ve been at it since I was five years old . . .

So, sometimes, in my daily internet peregrinations, I wander into intriguing memes, which I collect on my desktop, and then, when I’ve got enough, weave into some kind of a narrative. Not that I’m “connecting the dots” in the only way they can or should be connected, because, as we are beginning to realize — even those among us (like me) who wish we could stay dogmatic and certain that whatever threads we’ve come across or weave ourselves are “THE TRUTH,” — nope! Reality is fickle, flickers in and out; reality is multidimensional and many-hued; in short, everything, absolutely everything, from the teensy to the galactic, is connected. In myriad ways. Reality shimmers and shudders all of a piece: otherwise known, by Buddhists, as “co-dependent arising.”

So here’s today’s made-up meme narrative of themes currently on the mind of this one who is waking up to our silly, deluded “rulers” nasty plans.

Let’s start with our damn cell phones, shall we? (Amazing fact: Jeff’s dad Amos invented the cell phone!)

On our morning walks, Shadow and I are accustomed to pass by IU students walking to and from class, 90% of whom are clutching their cell phones, and a majority of these have it on. Each is entranced by a tiny screen while robotically stumbling or marching through an unusually beautiful campus, undergoing continuous seasonal change, its insects, plants, trees, squirrels, birds, all sorts of critters, all having a great time humming and harmonizing in their own mysterious languages.

And you know? It really is the case that, as he? or she? comes toward me, I often cannot tell whether that student is male or female, at least not until I scrutinize closely. Which always makes me wonder. Is it only woke/gender propaganda that has set these young ones on such weird gender-bending paths? Or might hormones in our food, water, air, and so on also contribute. And oh hey, and how about the 72 vaccines now on the CDC schedule for children? Might this massive injection array also be confusing, even transmogrifying, their minds, bodies, souls?

And then there’s another major propaganda op university indoctrination centers have instituted. Scary. Just today, Shadow and I shuddered as we walked by the new and imposing, gigantic Hamilton Lugar Center for Global and International Studies on the IU campus.

I and fellow “truthers” like to think that a certain human being will “save us” from the gathering hell-on-earth storm. Which means, of course, that those who “oppose us” think the opposite. Divide and conquer.

And of course, the recent and ongoing disgorgement of all the muck in the collective unconscious, including, more and more now, pedophilia, child and organ trafficking, child sacrifice, satanic ritual abuse (supposedly happening especially in tunnels world wide, including under Ukraine and Israel); naming names, more and more, of politicians, actors, business people, on and on, a majority of whom are susceptible to bribes and blackmail, yep . . .