When is it a Good Day to Die?
edited: Saturday, March 03, 2012
By Regis Auffray
Rated "G" by the Author.
Posted: Saturday, March 03, 2012
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An article by Sha'Tara, local writer and friend.
When is it a Good Day to Die?
[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
It’s an old Sioux belief that there comes a day that is “a good day to die” and that’s when you return to the spirits and become one of them. I’ve been pondering this thought lately because after all these years just watching this world, trying to understand it first of all, then wanting so desperately to do something about it, I’m thinking it’s time for a break, for some kind of refresher on how to absorb what I have learned and what to do with it all.
From what I gather, living here in lotus land, Canada style, is pretty good. The economic typhoons, tornados, and sinkholes that have struck the American economic landscape lately have yet to manifest seriously in Canada. There are still trees the beavers can chew on, drop in a stream and make dams out of. There is gas at the pumps, even at $1.35 a litre. The politicians are still going on about “growth” (at any cost). All’s well with hockey, slot machines are proliferating, we now have lingerie football, thanks to the good ol' US of A and it's all good.
My favorite of all teachers, Mr. Andres, who taught history at the Chilliwack Senior Secondary school often said, “When America sneezes, Canada catches cold.” A truism if there ever was one. Of course the reckoning is on its way, and when it strikes it will be quite devastating but who believes that? That will be then and this is now. The good times are still rolling. Car dealerships can still advertise their specials and boast: Good credit, bad credit, no credit – you’re approved. And that’s nice: to know that however irresponsibly you handle your finances, you are always approved to make any purchase you won’t be able to pay for.
So I’ve observed this society commit economic and consequently social, suicide, bit by speedier bit until it muscled itself to this teetering on the edge of disaster and possible oblivion. I’ve observed it studiously ignore every sign of its own demise, particularly the signs that indicate a saturation of what is now called moral hazard. This society is toxic, not only to the environment, but to itself. Another word for this condition is decadence. Social decadence is a disease that has no cure except through a thorough bleeding. Decadence will continue to spread, swallowing every vestige of common sense, decency and morality. Consumerism must consume everything of value - until nothing is left. Then will come the great die-back, entire societies of people falling prey to war, famine, pestilence, madness, stealing from each other, killing each other and dying – by the billions (yes, that is spelled with a "b"). This is man’s brave new world and it's standing in the wings, all dressed up for the next act in the play, with or without the help of a Jesus type director or promptings from the Mayan calendar.
Probably not a politically correct kind of vision but I can see this as clearly as I could see the sun shining through the trees this morning; as clearly as I saw the clouds moving in later in the day and the evening rain spattering over yards, sidewalks and vehicles. Seeing into the future as it is called is no big trick really. One only needs to be willing to “see” through the blinders put on people by the system.
The problem with prophetic vision is, it respects neither social conventions and sensibilities, nor the careful chronological order imposed upon the world by the Time Lords. Prophetic vision is always immediate. The reason for that is quite simple: it is meant to cause people to awaken to their current reality. No one wakes up if they believe they are awake, or believe they just went to bed. They expect to wake up after a good sleep, when the alarm goes, and all will be as well then as it is now. There’s a chronology there the vision must ignore. It says, “Wake up - now. The time is here, now. The future and the past are rolling up their edges to squeeze you in and wring you out like a dirty dish towel. Wake up, change.” The vision doesn’t lie, it simply does not recognize time because while the vision is real, time is an illusion and society at large always performs within the illusion. Earthian life is as much a circus as it is a play.
But the vision does more than warn about change, it also derives a conclusion based on the "no change" to its warning. According to the vision, this dying society doesn’t have “time” to finish what it started (even if it had the wherewithal to know what that was!) nor does it have “time” to make any change to its condition. Therefore it will neither change nor stop, for the treadmill it is on is moving too fast. All the joy riders can do is hold on and scream, "What a ride!" until the roller-coaster social framework falls apart.
Fortunate is the one carrying the vision if she understands this process. Then she doesn’t get caught up in expectation that things must happen "that way and right away." She doesn’t know when or how it will happen, if on a gradual scale or all at once. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that she unburdens herself of this terrible thing and finds her life again. All the more fortunate if she fully realizes that while a society can doom itself, individuals can choose otherwise and save themselves from the corruption that sweeps the landscape. An individual can make a personal choice. An individual can save herself or himself – but, contrary to popular teaching and belief, not a single other individual. That’s a relief. The prophetess is not responsible to save anyone, only to deliver a message.
Once the message has been delivered, by whatever means the prophet considers proper, then what? It then becomes a good day to die. The restrictions on “traveling” are removed. That brings it to me: I can now choose to die. I can do so honorably, that being the most important part of my passage through my many years of this one life and the many more tortuous lives, long and short, already spent on this world and those to come.
I have been here many times, that I remember well, some too well. And much like Grace in the movie "Dogville" I’ve come to the conclusion that this society, no matter where it happens to reside, is not redeemable, not as a society, nor as groups or collectives. It is utterly toxic to life. It will not change; will continue to follow the path of least resistance; will refuse to take responsibility for its place and pace, for the damage it inflicts upon its borrowed world and it will destroy itself or will be destroyed. For it is a truism that these creatures I’ve dubbed “Earthians” must be stopped and that, they will, catastrophically so. Anyone is welcome to disagree, of course. Anger and resistance may cause temporary relief but that will change nothing. Alea jacta est.
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|Reviewed by Peter Egan
|Consumerism, as you've so termed it, is nothing but the biological/physical law of Supply and Demand, which also happens to be one of the biological/physical laws of the universe by which all of nature is governed.
I agree with your point about decadence, but do not see it as being in any way related to the laws of biology and physics, nor do I see Supply and Demand as being any more hazardous to humans, the planet or universe than is the Law of Gravity or the Law of Conservation of Mass and Energy. It's just reality.
The real cannibalism comes from those who wish to take from those who have earned to give to those who have not tried. This is what is descending our society into chaos, as hard work is targeted for punishment and the people who make the world go round singled out to the point they lose all motivation for achievement, stagnating human progress in response to being punished for being a driving force for it (progress).
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Whence(God) Calls - YOU Humanity Falls,i.e. When Your Number Is Up -Lets Hope You Go To Better Place (Not Straight to Satan' Holy Hell) Where Majority Of Humanity Already Is Will Leave By IMPLOSION Of Planet Evil Earth...
Death To Me Is 3 Times I've Gone Came Back--Why--- My Number Is Not Up Yet! I Do Go I Leave By UFO Brought Me Here--
Its Going Be Adios Mother F--kers To All You Who Did Me In..
|Reviewed by Tom Hyland
|SHA'TARA ... HAD TO GOOGLE IT ...
Alea iacta est (Latin: "The die has been cast") is a Latin phrase attributed by Suetonius (as iacta alea est [ˈjakta ˈaːlea est]) to Julius Caesar on January 10, 49 BC as he led his army across the River Rubicon in Northern Italy. With this step, he entered Italy at the head of his army in defiance and began his long civil war against Pompey and the Optimates. The phrase is still used today to mean that events have passed a point of no return, that something inevitable will happen.
I WOULD GUESS MAYBE THAT ...
GOD COULD HAVE SAID THIS FIRST ...
TO ADAM & EVE ... UPON THEIR BANISHMENT ... ???
P.S. CANADA SOUNDS GREAT! PEACE ... TOM .
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|To live in the moment ever to embrace life.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Great article, Regis.|
|Reviewed by neerja gandhi
|Decadence is what I've noticed is spreading here too, sadly...badly...and of course any day is good to die..each day maketh a good day..i'll go by what Morgan McFinn says... Think funny and keep smiling :)
Great read ..thank you
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Living for the fulfillment of today...
lets dying in the morrow okay *Regis*
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|All is as it should be, death will come soon enough, but not for all, those are the ones to pity, bless ya, as always most stimulating.|
|Reviewed by Morgan McFinn
Not a pretty picture, Regis. Nevertheless,I agree with much of what you write. Glad there is a chance for individuals to save themselves. My only hope is that before your forecast of doom and gloom comes true I get a chance to watch a game of 'lingerie football'. Never heard of that before. My wife and I miss so much living in a wooden bungalow beside a river in southern Cambodia.
Think Funny & Keep Smiling!