Panic cont'd.

And given our very own Dr Daniel Kalla, of the emergency ward of St Paul’s, has just written to worldly acclaim his first novel, entitled Pandemic, this whole idea of a fast-spreading lethal virus seems to be gaining a creepily fast credibility.

When you link our climate of war with our sagging sense of human values, then the spectre of what a pandemic might wrought here in Lotusland takes on truly spooky dimensions. Don’t ask Paris for directions to the exit. Not even her grotesque amount of personal fortune can point the way to clear thinking.


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Man Has Always Been Man
Frank J Kenwood signed the following affidavit on November 27, 1948, in Sulphur Springs, Arkansas.

“While I was working the Municipal Electric Plant in Thomas, Oklahoma, in 1912, I came upon a solid chunk of coal which was too large to use. I broke it with a sledge hammer. This iron pot fell from the centre, leaving the impression or mould of the pot in the piece of coal. Jim Stall (an employee of the company) witnessed the breaking of the coal, and saw the pot fall out. I traced the source of the coal and found that it came from Wilburton, Oklahoma mines.” According to Robert O. Fay of the Oklahoma Geological Survey, the Wilburton mine coal is about 312 million years old.
–derived from Hidden History of the Human Race, by Michael Cremo and Richard Thompson.

Assuming for the sake of this commentary that reincarnation is true, then what does it take to emancipate oneself from these return visits? Living by a doctrine? Abiding by a church’s dictates? Individualistic moral living, following one’s own mind and sense of spirituality? Accumulating good deeds like brownie points, as if to bribe heaven’s gatekeeper with brownies but hey, ya never know! Hash brownies have been known to do all manner of havoc.

There is a whole spectrum of fantastic dogmas and goofy ideas about the next life, resurrection or just vaulting into heaven after being a no-harm kinda dude. As to that last mention, I think not. One is not prepared to enjoy the complex and intimate thrills of being near God in a heavenly state by merely being meek and harmless. Rather I would suggest entrance into an intense state of heavenly awareness requires a few more tidbits of something divine being added to our earthly, and oft mediocre selves.

A language perhaps, extreme unctions spoken in light, a speaking which allows continuity might be something to consider as opposed to our usual syllable flinging from impudent lips. Manufacturing words (like lawyers) is not a surefire remedy to opening closed gates. Chance blatherings will not achieve the same effect as Open Sesame did for Ali Baba. The formula is probably more involved than that, otherwise all manner of murderous human detritus might find their way to God’s inner sanctum. Nazi codebreakers, conniving strategists, and perish the thought - Chess players!

(Graphic below by Juan Gris)