Winter is coming, and that means breaking out the Ninja pot and creating soups, stews, and all kinds of yummy holiday dishes. Most of the time I just throw things together and taste, taste, taste. If I’m making something specific, I look up a recipe online and use it as a guide while adding my own twists with the ingredients and spices I have on hand (and I have quite a lot, lol). I study restaurant menus. I watch “Hell’s Kitchen”. Gordon Ramsey for President! (Haha.)
Some dishes turn out great; others are not so great. But hey, like I said, I’m experimental! I’m not confident enough (nor will I ever be) to be someone’s personal chef, or work/open my own coffee shop/bistro. But one can always dream!
A recipe…for disaster?
I’ve thought a lot this week about this government shutdown. This gridlock is, well…in one word, incredible, and I don’t mean that in a good way. When the Founding Fathers constructed the U.S. Constitution, it wasn’t perfect (and I think in their hearts, minds and egos, they all knew it), but it was inspired, based upon those revolutionary events that led up to its existence. Not perfect, but meant to be followed. More than just a suggestive guide, it is the law of this land and meant to be adhered to.
Not an experiment. It’s a recipe that needs to be strictly followed by the book.
This whole present situation is why I didn’t vote for either presidential candidate in the first place; rather, I followed my gut instead of the noise, narratives, and propaganda. When Trump was elected, I accepted that the voters had spoken, and I truly wanted to give him a chance to see what he would do...wanted to really understand the reasoning behind his decisions. But I also knew that this nation was already off-balance because of extreme politics and a tanking economy, sooo...
Now we’re in a situation on the schoolgrounds, where there is a game of tug-of-war going on. The kids are all gathering around, wondering who will 'win'…the bullies or the nerds. Bullies are well, bullies. Nerds are smart, but not that popular. The student council has their jaws dropped in disbelief, the potheads are toking it up behind the bleachers, the yearbook committee is wondering how to report this for future generations, the class clowns are having a ball…and musicians are writing songs and singing about it all!
The political right very well knows that economic population control and taking away health care from millions of people is genocide. The political left knows very well that deficit spending is out of control. There are conflicts within conflicts…bottlenecks and road blocks…the steering is out, brakes have screeched, and the drivers don’t even have their licenses.
But there is no authority…no yard duty, principal or superintendent…coming out and breaking it up. Even they have been rendered useless. This is what happens when the wrong people are put into positions of power, and this is why, again, I didn’t vote for either candidate. Trump has fancied himself as the Emperor with new clothes, pokes at Biden, Obama, and past presidents…but C’MON! This is a whole new brand of crazy that just cannot be played down with gaslighting, excuses, and the blame game.
This is serious, folks. The world is laughing at America, and the Founding Fathers are rolling over in their graves.
Using my gut
I’ve been told by family members (on both sides, Native and Hispanic) that I have a gift. Back when I was told about it (20+ years ago), I didn’t really believe it, and I told them so. Didn’t really sound like me…or at least, the ‘me’ at that time.
I once wrote an article featuring a witch for a local newspaper, entitled “When There’s a Witch, There’s A Way”, and off the record, we were conversing about Wiccan and the practice of readings—what they were, and how she did it. In short, she said that she was basically a very underpaid therapist.
I laughed and said, “Well, what if you were to do a reading on me?” She replied, “You don’t need one.” I stopped laughing and asked why. She said: “Because you already know who you are.”
It wasn’t that day, but I eventually did get to a point where I finally knew who I was, and I didn’t do it on my own. I started listening to the winds of Wisdom instead of the noise of programmed propaganda. I started drinking from the waters of Knowledge instead of the tainted and poisoned streams of deception. I started walking a road of Faith, instead of being distracted by the paths of self-gratification and self-destruction.
I’ve stumbled and fallen (sometimes literally!) in trying to achieve balance in my life, but the thing I’ve learned most? You have to do the work. No one is going to do it for you.
And I think that there is the problem. People think that a government, a corporation, an economic system, a belief system, or social media will do all the thinking for them, and they can just get comfortable and watch the show. In fact, there was an LDS (Mormon) church leader, J. Reuben Clark, who once said, “When the leaders speak, the thinking has been done.” Scary, huh? Manipulation of the heart, mind, and soul aside, that is just a scary road in general to go down. It causes me to think: Who is really in control of my heart, mind, and soul? God? Or man? What about when God speaks?
“Thou shalt have no other gods before me.” Exodus 20:3
What use are the Ten Commandments when they’ve been constantly ignored?
Scary, huh.
I’ve been using Grok quite a bit these days, and quite often find myself saying: “Wow, you learn something new every day.” Folks have their varying opinions about AI, but I have found that any tool can be used for good or evil…and that a tool can also be formed into a weapon as well. Scary, huh.
I generally have a healthy diet…try to eat right, do my exercises. Gotta do the work, right? No one’s going to do it for me. Since I love to cook, I choose meats and veggies that I love and know I’ll eat; I choose herbs and spices that I love. I admit that, every once in a while, I’ll give in to some sweets or fried foods…but invariably I’ll feel like utter and complete crap afterwards. My mind is cloudy, my skin breaks out, my hair gets dry, my stomach yells at me, I have a hard time sleeping. Input? Output. Scary, huh!
I've mentioned in several Facebook posts and comments and in previous blogs, about worshipping the god of money. It, too, can be used for good or evil, depending on who or what allocates it for either/or. But taking money away from that which serves the good, and just handing it over to evil? Scary, huh.
As the tug-of-war continues on the White House playground, we are at that time in history (again) where brandishing torches and pitchforks, dumping tea into the harbor, killing innocent people (and each other) isn’t going to be enough for what lies ahead. The leaders aren’t caring. The systems are breaking and failing. The band-aids aren’t holding. The head-on is inevitable. Scary, huh.
No, at this point it’s going to take a miracle…and those only come from God. Winter is coming.
“The revelation from Jesus Christ, which God gave him to show his servants what must soon take place. He made it known by sending his angel to his servant John, who testifies to everything he saw—that is, the word of God and the testimony of Jesus Christ. Blessed is the one who reads aloud the words of this prophecy, and blessed are those who hear it and take to heart what is written in it, because the time is near.”
Revelation 1: 1-3
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