Hug Your Teddy Bear

netWMD - The War to Mobilize Democracy ^ | November 9, 2003 | Donnel Jones

[forty_years]

Hug Your Teddy Bear By Donnel Jones, November 9, 2003	Home   Search   Forum   Terms

Now you've heard everything. Drop what you're doing and read.

Did you know that world peace is coming our way? It's true. Because the stars said so. No, not Barbra Streisand or Richard Gere. I mean those luminous bodies out of which you and I are formed. They have a message for us and we should listen. Are you listening? Because if you're not, you'll miss the boat big time.

Take our friend, Learning Tree, which is a sort of name you get when you believe last night's lunar eclipse has meaning for human beings (outside the physical sciences, of course). Personally, I would prefer a "Learning Annex," a remedial training camp for all Americans, including me, who are dopey about science and could learn a thing or two.

This is what Learning Tree says he's going to do during the once-in-a-lifetime event:

I just pray for the wellness of humanity and all existence.

Well, that's mighty fine until you realize there are many Christians, Jews, Hindus, Moslems, and Buddhists who are praying a lot during these difficult times. The assumption, of course, is that this event—which, if you don't have time to read the above hyperlink, is the "Grand Sextile" formed by six celestial spheres, of which Earth's moon is one, whose paths configure a design reminiscent of the Star of David—is reserved only for the enlightened few who are trying, however naively, to impress upon others what is so abundantly obvious: that there is meaning because we put it there, rather than there is meaning because it happens to be there whether we like it or not. A "Grand Sextile" is something you want to be there. Terrorist are something you don't. So why admit terrorists exist? Call them freedom fighters instead.

The cognoscente of the "Grand Sextile" know better than you. Funny how elitism even works its way among the stupid.

This great event occurred during the lunar eclipse last night, which for some reason I missed entirely. I visited my neighborhood bar and a friend informed me about what happened. He saw the moon slip behind the dark shadow of the earth and disappear. It lasted not too long. Being quite the event it was, there was no use holding onto it. It came. It happened. It got over you. All of which could lead me into contemplation of how small and insignificant we are in the cosmic scheme. A gnat, really. Not even a gnat. People wailing for the moon or sighing over the "Grand Sextile" have forgotten Yahweh's wrath, his ability, even penchant, to annihilate your ass.

But who wants to dwell on any of that? My friend had the slight attitude common in these urban parts, very subtle but detectible and conveying the idea that I was remiss and clueless not to have known at all that the lunar eclipse would occur. He was polite and enthusiastic but, really now, how could I have overlooked such an event? It was, to coin a phrase, happening without me. A mere gnat.

Never have I felt like such a loser. I mean, I missed the whole Star of David configuration. I missed my friend's secular lunar eclipse. I was not there during a once- in-a-lifetime event when six rocks in space do something they ordinarily don't do. What is wrong with me? This leads me to ask myself, or whatever ethereal power is out there, what does life have in store for me? Fortunately, sweet souls like astrologer Johnny Mirehiel have something for me to chew on.

This is a major healing for the Earth, as well as those who travel on her back.

Kind of makes you think Mother Earth should visit a chiropractor. All those billions who trod, trod, and trod upon old Gaia's broad back. She must be wincing in pain. Take away those harmonic converging bi-peds who are omnivorous and propagate far too much and she will heave a sigh of relief so large is will convulse the oceans to swallow whatever hominids are left. You think they believed just yesterday in colossal dragons at the ends of the earth?

Now they believe it's all about you. Yes, I'm talking about you. Who else? What else is important? Just look at how the heavens answer our prayers and speak to us as if by oracle. I give you Johnny Mirehiel.

We don't know how strong or how weak the effect of a conscious moment of intention from millions of people" might be, Mirehiel said. "Worst-case scenario is we wake up the next morning and everything is the same. Best-case is a major outbreak of peace, love, harmony and joy. It's possible that the world can suddenly wake up . . . and say: 'Enough. We don't want any more war. We don't want any more poverty. . . . We're only going to accept a world where none of that exists.

That's it! Now we know what this is about. NO WAR FOR THE STAR OF DAVID!

That's right. No War! Why fight for Israel? We know—those of us who believe in the numerological significance of either random or predictable events—that we're at war for oil and the Jews. If we would only drop our weapons and pray or meditate or contemplate or ruminate or vegitate, it will all come out right. You'll see. Let Israel fight its own wars. We don't want war. War, like terrorists, are something we don't want. We want the "Grand Sextile." Just leave oil and Israel alone and there will be no more war. We will pray for peace and hope our harmonic fingers are crossed, like the planets, that Osama doesn't try to blow up our ass in the bargain.

One astronomer, Philip Plait, who is a scientist, throws some cold water on the whole project. In referring to the heavenly bodies:

What they're going to do is not going to have some effect physically. Mentally, maybe.

You gotta' love the hedge: "Mentally, maybe." He gives just a sliver of hope to those who would hand over our civilization to religious zealots that kill people like pigs in the name of God. But hey, who am I to judge? Our astronomer is only human. A gnat. So he too makes mistakes. You can't blame him for not feeling entirely comfortable with being a true prophet of reason. Kind of makes him feel like your Mom when she told you you have to come home now. "Play time over."

Like children we want to stay where the toys are. Yesterday's non-event event was a toy. It was something to play with. Who wants to be told to come in out of the dream? Sort of like the way suicidal fanatics have to snap out of it—or die. The "Grand Sextile" is one leviathan of a teddy bear.

Americans in space was a great moment for this nation. NASA was once the envy of the world. No more. China's piped in. India will follow. And it won't stop there. America will still have to have some kind of space program. It's mandatory for our national and collective self-defense. But now we also have space in Americans. It is my hope 2004 will show them to be as ineffectual and exposed to the relentless light of moral clarity and reason as is the wish that heavenly bodies can do for you only what you can and should do for yourself and others.

Some believers are political observers:

But what about the fall of the Berlin Wall? The end of apartheid in South Africa? The collapse of the Soviet Union? Spiritualists note that those events all happened after thousands gathered to meditate for peace during a similar planetary alignment in 1987 called the "harmonic convergence."

Maybe some people doing something about these things, and not the spheres, had something to do with it. Motivation is key. Fight apartheid. Don't wish it away. Fight the Soviet Union as Reagan finally did. Don't only pray for a better world. The Berlin Wall? Mr. Gorbachev, tear it down. You hear me? Cause we have far too many weapons for you to mess with us. Get involved. Be a Soviet dissident. Call me a war monger, Mr. President. I'm on your side. Fighting Soviet tyranny or Islamists, count me in. Do something. Get motivated. After all, terrorists are highly motivated. Let's not let them get too far ahead on the curve.

But if you're feeling disinclined to take into your hands what can rightfully be taken and do with it what is right and true, no matter how difficult, then go hug your teddy bear. Who cares if the "Grand Sextile" is not a perfect shape? Why quibble? Just hug away.

Only, don't forget what's in store for us. We owe it to those past generations that made us possible, those who also fought and defeated terrible enemies and prevented the world from sliding into unbearable chaos and darkness. We owe it to future generations, those who will forgot the majority of us have ever lived, that they live in a world not on the brink. Talk about a heavenly body? Let's make sure this earthly one has the stability and security necessary for anyone, anywhere in the world, to entertain, if for a moment, that planets are indeed something wondrous.

[forty_years]

The feel-good generation (left) won't like this.

[GeronL]

He makes more sense than anyone on the left.

[concerned about politics]

Funny how elitism even works its way among the stupid.

That would make a great tag line.