I’ve tried to stay clear of anything to do with the Middle East, especially where it concerns Israel. The history of the region is so fraught with convolution!
(And whenever I do succumb to news about it, especially to news of how Israel originally pushed Palestinians off their native land, and how they now want to expand territory for Greater Israel, I cannot help but remember how pioneers in this country, did the same to Native Americans, killing their bison and forcing them onto “reservations.”
Where, in history, has this not happened. Who would ever agree to leaving their home without being coerced, forced, starved out, etc. Think of all the refugees now, crowding into Europe and still trying to get into the U.S. Think of how the U.S. has systematically, over decades, stolen natural resources in so many countries, while pushing the natives into poverty!)
Which is why I was surprised to find myself reading, all the way through, Naomi Wolf’s recent heartfelt post.
https://naomiwolf.substack.com/p/october-7
Frankly, the story of her personal involvement in the Middle East could not help but elicit my sympathy, empathy. So ghastly, the way human beings can be brainwashed, demoralized, starved, dragged — into treating each other as savages.
So of course, Trump’s announcement yesterday, that both sides had not only agreed to, but had signed off on the first phase of the 20 point peace plan, a plan that he suddenly sprung on the world, with no warning, instantly activated my spidey-sense: “Oh hell, that’ll never work.”
How many other deals are being silently worked out in various global hot spots without our knowledge. And will any of them actually “work”? There goes my cynicism again.
Clandestine appears to be naturally more positive.
Because of course, as a lifelong, and at this point, extremely jaded peace activist, I cannot help but mutter “Oh yeah, let’s see how long that lasts,” knowing, or at least assuming, being so seasoned into cynicism, that it won’t.
Obviously, I need to work on myself, recognize where I am still holding on to fear. Because that’s what spurs my dogmatic judgments. Fear. F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real).
It’s either Love or Fear, Ann. Choose! Think and act as if all that we have been dreaming of has already come true.
If enough of us do this, the massive ongoing global event stream will bend in the direction of our collective intent.
