I live in a society where floods of lies are released (and re-told) every day. It's high political season here in California, and in the larger USA. Thus, lying is very, very foreground in the media circus around me. So ... politicians lie (not all, but most) at scale. Those who own and control politicians lie, at scale. Corporations lie, all the time and every where, and employ armies of skilled and experienced lie-makers and lie-promoters, and then spend fortunes to flood the "media" channels with tides of lies that become part of our GroupMind consciousness.
I live in a society where floods of lies are acted upon every day. Lies that advocate hating and belittling those (many, many) who fight against the One Percent. Lies that tell that it is OK and harmless (both) to rape and despoil Mother EAerth. Lies that tell many of us to eat (very) badly and then to self-medicate with chemicals we don't need it we eat normally and correctly. And lies that constantly whisper of the need to beat the drums of war. And more. And on ... and on.
And at the same time we tell our beloved children, and encourage them, to not lie. We want our children to be honest in word. And in deeds. And then in cultural parallel ... circulated and read widely in the USA ... there is a two thousand year old book called The Bible that explicitly, in very simple, unambigious and terse language, commands that we should not lie. All of us. But who amongst the politicians, their handlers, their shills, and the One Percent care about that one line? None, it seems to me as an engaged observer. Many liers and lie-drinkers seem to live in parallel universes at the same time.
And so ... to writing stories. Since political culture here in the USA is mad (truly) and hysterical, to use a very old-fashioned term (truly), and bearing in mind and heart at all moments and times that there is no such quality as "good" hatred, I write novels that oppose, fundamentally, this culture.
In Alba, there is black, white and grey. Somewhat as life. Some characters are for Life and Mother EAerth Herself, and honor all upon Her Breast, some are for hatred and its effects - despoilation - and others try and do their best.
I see my role as a story teller very clearly. I see clearly story-telling and story-giving as intrinsically healing. I write to contribute to the Stilling, and hence the healing, of the human GroupMind. I do this in many ways. One way is to activate archetypes in my stories. Archetypes remind us ... of what we AreCanBe ... of what we MostCertainly are. The Sacred Dancers of Alba tell True. They know (and they have worked hard to get to that consciousness) that True Wisdom exists outside and over the obvious. They offer selfless Service. To animals and humans. They pray. Dance is their prayer.
In the Age of Lies stories can tell True. And the truth is that we are not pawns of the One Percent. And we all know this with no doubt. So all we really need is community and constant inspiration.
Each one of us is not alone. We are choirs of voices. We only need to change one person upon this world of seven billion. Our own self; our own mind. That is our only duty to Mother EAerth. There are so many good paths for the diverse multitude of all of us to follow. Story works some times for some.
Namaste! I bow to and honour the Light within you.
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