Saturday, July 15, 2006

Rockets Red Blare

Several years ago, I was wrangled by my insatiable curiousity about the mysterious into reading the Book The Bible Code.
I know.
Kooky.
Ok, I'll give you that.
But also thought provoking. Fascinating Even.

Then, I read the Bible Code 2 when it came out. Bleck.
Horribly written, and therefore, held litle credibility with me.
This was sometime soon after George Bush didn't win the 2000 election.
You remember that don't you?

So, anyway. I'm reading the ill written book and it says that within the Bible Code it says that there will begin a World War III in the year 2006.
It will be largely surrounding the middle east, and our dear Mr. Bush will play an integral part. Peshaw.
Peshaw.
?
Perhaps substandard writing doesn't negate prophesy.

So, here we are, more than knee deep in the year 2006.
Now, I don't know for sure that the last several day's international events will escalate into World War 3.

Countries hurling explosives at other countries.
The USA at Iraq.
Pakistan at India.
Israel at Lebanon.
North Korea at..... the UN.

So, no. It's not world war 3. Yet.
But countries are aligning.
Big bad boys from every corner of our planet barking at eachother.
You do the math.

The whole thing makes me wonder about people and makes me very, very sad.
Like, REALLY sad.
I can feel my heart well up with confusion and compassion.
Generally, it isn't these big barking dogs that suffer at the hand of war.
It's all tacks on a big wall map for them.
Intellectual and personal philosphies being held to hearts like personal survival.
But they will survive.
Won't they.

It's the family in the village just miles from the Lebanon border who's cinder block house is demolished by a rocket that suffer.
The Indian child who's father never comes home because his train was exploded.
It is the American mother who goes to the airport to recieve pieces of her first born.
It's them.
It's not the suit, or the turban, or the flowing robes that sit safetly in the SITUATION ROOM.

I wonder if the people at home felt this way during WWII.
Or was there so much American pride that there was no real compassion for our human family members?
I'm sorry, I just can't feel that way.
If we were fighting another planet, there would be no division among country or race.
There would be people. Just people. All of us.
Earthlings.
Do we have to start an intergalactic war to see what is really real?

It's a fight between big ego'd boys in a sandbox multiplied by ..... a what. Gazamillabillion?
It's stupid. Every part of it is stupid.
Call me a commie. Call me anti-American. Call me whatever you want.

I'm human.
I'm spirit.
I care.
I care about whomever you are. Whether you believe what I believe. Whatever you wear or what you eat or how you talk or whether you like me.
I care about you.

So, what do I do?
I just care.
I smile at the people I pass.
I tell the people in my life that I'm grateful for them and that I love them.
I make sure what I do in this world makes people feel seen and known and understood.

It won't stop rockets as far as I know.
I hope it does something.

4 comments:

Sid F'er said...

I'm a little ashamed of admitting, but all I seem to care about now are the implications on my future. How will this affect my 401k and IRA accounts? How should I position my investments to protect myself from massive losses? How will this affect the interest rate on the massive student loans we're about to acquire? Can the wife practice in another country if I want to bail out when this place goes bankrupt as a result of short-sighted politicians who refuse the recognize the future social security and medicare liabilities? I want her to learn how to say "stomach ache" in Spanish so that we can move to Costa Rica. I'm wondering why I'm wasting all these hours sitting in an office when the bottom is going to fall out as soon as I'm ready to enjoy my retirement. It's like that fable with the ant and the grasshopper, except in my version they're both are doomed.

Keep smiling at people. I'm having trouble doing that lately.

sheri said...

i am just begininng to realize hew serious this could become, and the thought scares me. the dark part of me has always believed that we would self destruct in some way.
None of this surpises me, and I think that is what makes me the most sad.
and i, like you, am going to be much freer in telling people that i love them.. and smiling more.
instead of smiling less.
have i told you lately that i love you whitney?
i love you!
xo
sheri

keysunset said...

I make sure what I do in this world makes people feel seen and known and understood.

you are a honest and rare soul, whitney. There has to be more caring and love in this world to, if not cancel out, then balance out the insanity.

And Sid can retire comfortably.

BTW, I'd read your "sad" posts. After all, it's what comes from your heart and soul that matters.

Be yourself, it's all that you can do.

p.s. To anyone who visits, I'm "borrowing" someone else's web page. Enjoy!

keysunset said...

This has stirred quite a discussion among friends.

Thanks, whitney! Ah, stirring things up, yet another function of the effective blog writer! :-D