The New Year

The New Year

With the New Year looming large, I look back. Before me lies uncharted territory. Behind me lies a year that has shown me that I no longer have anything in common with those I went to school with. I can no longer relate.

When we were in school, we were all optimistic. We all thought that we would never change. We thought that we would remain as we were forever. And some of us has. OK. All have, to a point.

But most have changed, transforming into people I no longer know. My once best friend, for instance. My last contact with him was less than a month ago. Then he went off radar, shortly after calling me names because I refuse to hate. I refuse to even listen to hate.

But that isn’t the end. In the time between then and now, I have had to unfollow many whom I once called friend. Not that I wanted to, but they have fallen victim to the hysteria that has engulfed the nation. Fear. Hate. Ignorance. Greed.

In a time when war is a path to riches for a few, I stand alone in their way. I am as hated as the imagined, fabricated enemies. I am misunderstood as I battle to get the truth out. No one wants to hear the truth.

They say that knowledge is power. But the knowledge I hold, I would rather not know. I can see things. Where this country is headed. What is bound to happen. I guess it is a little bit of a blessing, and a bit of a curse.

But it is a gift that all science fiction writers share without knowing it. Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, and Arthur C. Clarke only began to realize this before they died, as did George Orwell. Perhaps H. G. Wells also guessed this through his writing of the “Time Machine”, who knows. I know that this sounds strange, but it is true. We actually see what the future might hold. Some stories scare the hell out of us. Others, well, they hold hope.

I know. You’re thinking I am crazy. But stop to think just how many things have come to pass that were brought to light in science fiction. Cell phones. Laptops. Space travel. And who knows what else has been found that we don’t know about.

And yet, the consumer is blissfully unaware of it all. They just assume that we are making discoveries independently of any other source. Guess again. It has all been thought of before. There truly isn’t anything new under the sun.

Forgive me if I am rambling. I have a lot going through my mind. So many things have changed over just two years. So many warnings of things to come. So many clues as to what’ll happen next. Or what might happen next, if things continue in the direction they are going.

Remember how, when you were a youth, you promised yourselves you would never be like your parents? Remember reaching that point in your life where you realized that you had become just like them both?

That is where I differ from the rest. I am like my mother, yet still differ from her. But I am nothing like my father. I can’t stand Puritanical religious dogma. It is too confining. Too hypocritical. Lacking faith. Lacking spirit.

Dogma expects physical change, not spiritual. Dogma demands strict adherence to rules and rites that have lost their meaning over time in the hearts of those who whip themselves to death spiritually following them. And the rites? Also meaningless.

No, I don’t mean that they have no meaning. They have just lost meaning to those who physically struggle to follow or participate in them. This renders them useless. As does the newest misdirection used by revivalist charlatans of preaching wealth through prayer, followed by spiels and ravings on how to hate your neighbor based on color or creed.

Oh, yes. We live in the age of greed, all the while preaching about following “Biblical Laws”. Really? Do they not read their Bibles? Wealth is preached against. (Far easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man into the gates of heaven) Yes, welcome to the age of the rise of the Beast. And it isn’t what they believe it to be. No, it isn’t a single man, but the anti-Christ is. Oh, yes, I do know my Bible. A little better than some would like, but I know it.

The gods they worship are not the Lord, nor is it God in heaven. It never has been.

Greed. Also known as money. This is their chief deity. It drives their every move. It invades their dreams, their motives, their very dealings with their fellow man. If you do not have money, they do not like you. They ignore you. You know nothing in their eyes, and they will be the first to tell you as they take away your house, car, and job…as well as your family.

Ignorance. Oh, how ignorance seems to be a blissful lord of the heart. It keeps you from having to face the truth, no matter whether it will save your life or not. Not one of them, those who preach “Bible says, Bible says, Bible says” ever crack the book, and yet they wave it around like some magic talisman. Really? I could quote verses that’ll strip their piety away and show them for what they are. But I won’t. OK, just one” “They praise me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me”…no, two: “Then he will look at those on his left hand and say ‘I know you not for I was hungry and you did not feed me, I was naked and you did not clothe me; I was sick and in prison and you did not visit me.’ and they shall say ‘Lord, when did we see you thus and not do unto you?’ And he will answer unto them ‘so much as you refused to do unto one of these, so have you refused to do unto me.’ Amazing how far they have strayed from the reality of their “Holy” book. They don’t even believe in the words it contains, or the sacrifice of their professed Lord and savior. If they did, they would not hate. They would not refuse asylum to refugees. They wouldn’t be fighting over whether they should help the poor and destitute. Hell. They wouldn’t refuse to pay a livable wage. And they wouldn’t continually crucify their Lord with the expectations they place upon the world around them.

Fear. Oh, what a ruthless god. It is one step closer to hate. Once mixed with ignorance, its own parent, it spawns hate. The root of all war and miscommunication.

Hate. The god that is produced by the incestuous union of ignorance and fear. It causes no end of trouble and disaster. It turns friends into enemies, allies into foes.

Guns. The second graven idol. A means to an end. An evil with no conscience. Cold. Emotionless. Useless unless put into the hands of the ignorantly fearful who hate anything not like themselves. Or the insane who care nothing for those they gun down. And yet, it seems that guns have replaced God and Christ in the hearts of all pseudo-Christians.

Biblical Law. Hmmmm. This god is an eerie identical triplet to the Judaic and Sharia Laws, which accompany the other two Abrahamic religions (I refuse to call them as they originated, faiths’ because their modern equivalent is no longer a faith. they no longer rely on the person making spiritual changes within themselves to spawn changes around them and have begun demanding conformity in those around for the comfort of the religious.)

War. Oh, Ares, if you had only known that another religion would find you irresistible, would you have ever left in the first place? (Sarcasm should not be lost on you with that last statement. It wasn’t meant to be taken literal.) This god marches along with greed/money. For a minority, this god helps them acquire the other.

Power. Oh, to be like God. Hell. Oh, to be God. This is their thought. Let’s control others. Why? Because we can. Because we have the power to. The money to. Never mind that we should be concerned about those we are enslaving, to hell with human rights of any kind. To hell with freedoms given and inherent in all. Man is here to be used. Right?

Wrong. True power is not controlling others. It isn’t telling them what to believe. It isn’t spreading your gods out to cause mayhem amongst your fellow countrymen. True power is the knowledge that we are all here to help one another. We are all the same, no matter what our differences.

True power is having the knowledge that you could kill someone, but having compassion enough to let them live. In other words, true power comes from doing good and having mercy upon all. It is knowing when to exercise your authority and also knowing when not to. It is a balance. Something lacking in the majority of our elected representatives. It is definitely lacking in most of the candidates running for President. Most are running for the prestige, the glory, and the money. Those that aren’t? Well, most are just running for their own selfish reasons. I can only find one who isn’t.

And I find this sad. And alarming. What is even more alarming is that the people are gullible enough to believe all their messages. Except the one who is truly for them.

Why do I make this claim? Take a look at who actually pays for the campaigns. Not one of the favorites, those who are actually of either side, are actually financed by the general public. They are funded by a handful of extremely rich men. Men who can buy representation out from under the people. Only one has refused contributions from these men.

I say no names, but I think you know who I am speaking of. Yet, he is a dark horse. Someone who has had to cross into a party he really doesn’t belong to in order to run a serious campaign. He has refused to be bought. I admire him for this.

Of course, this also sets me at odds with all I have known. All my past friends. All my family. It has shown me where I should be and it isn’t where I am. It isn’t associating with the people I once associated with. Perhaps it isn’t even in this country, who knows?

The hate. The greed. The hysteria rampant in the streets. The religious fervor that is whipping the masses into a rabid mob against everything that is different from themselves. Everything that has begun to show through the illusions, everything that is coming through the cracks in the façade.

So now, I am facing changes. I have outgrown my current job, but that is OK. I have another waiting for me. Of course, I have already begun at that new job. I just haven’t received pay.

I am at a cross roads, one where I must choose to either let go of those from my past or let go of what may be my future. All I know is that I can no longer stay here where I am. If I am to grow, I must make some changes in my life. I must move forward or go back. I cannot stay where I am.

So in this New Year, I must make decisions. Do I remain scared to grasp the future? Or do I walk away from the past?

I have many changes planned for this year. Some will throw a lot of people off. Others will be no surprise. And the rest, well, they might just push me beyond being just another struggling published author to being a successfully published author.