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What could be more important than Donald Trump for a man’s attention? How about the movies, sports or cars or the latest cell phone technology? How about was is going on in the sky worldwide?
The sky is radically different and few men seem to care. Many are too busy working. Many are too busy being retired. Many have a need to keep up on popular things, as determined by the mass media that defines mass culture. Many men who could be looking up, just aren’t. Most men who have read this article this far probably know what I’m talking about. The rest will stop reading about here.
There are big things going on in the sky that is important. One way to get around this is to believe that anyone telling you to look up is emotionally disturbed to the point of being irrational and therefore there is nothing important happening in the sky. Since there is nothing happening, there is no need to waste time by looking.
At an accelerating pace, human beings are being conditioned to do their looking at video screens. Watching where they are and where they are going unfiltered by a digital representation or a digital embellishment of it, is for losers. Skywatcher warnings watched on a screen are deemed to be computer generated imagery presented by profiteers or those starving for attention.
I took a little hike this week. I saw an obvious display of chemical spraying in the sky, that resembled the old-fashioned cirrus clouds of my youth. Nobody I know cares to worry about something as farfetched as chem trails, so when I captured an image of this white crap on a deep blue background, I put an evergreen tree in the foreground. When I later shared the digital camera image on Facebook, I entitled it, “God’s Paint Brush?” None of my friends questioned the question mark.
I love nature, at least what is left of it. If you look at nature you see litter and other forms of pollution everywhere you look. It takes a camera to frame it so it looks natural.
It is a good thing the cheap camera I own doesn’t capture toxic chemicals, nanoparticles or man-made radiation. These are all things that are there, if observed would take some of the joy out of nature.
I sat on a log and mediated for a bit, including meditating on what genetically engineered microorganisms, tick bourn or otherwise, might be crawling up my pant leg. I had forgotten how people get Morgellon’s Disease, so I didn’t think about that at all.
I wanted to dream of some far away place where acres of unopened nature awaits, only a lucky lottery ticket away. I knew there is a chance I could scratch off a great vacation, but no chance there was some all natural place to go to. So I didn’t bother to dream.
Sometimes I think it is good that most men are looking places other than up. There might be an outbreak of umbrellas on sunny days or a great increase in suicides if they did otherwise.
Men have been messing up nature since the first campfire. It used to be nature was considered to be too inhospitable without some technological assistance for men or there loved ones to endure. Now more technology is now sometimes justified by the idea that new technology is needed to address the disasters to nature made by the old technology. This is similar to the argument that the answer to war is more war, until the good guys win.
Many men who don’t believe in God, believe there is something very spiritual about being in nature. They worship the creation, but don’t see the need of thanking a creator, because no creator exists. What is, is just what is. When they leave a mess behind, they don’t believe that anything more powerful than nature might be pissed.
I am careful to avoid littering when I hike. This time I was not careful enough to avoid a plastic water bottle and a pair of sunglasses from slipping unnoticed out of a jacket pocket. I had looked upon multiple examples of litter with disgust. I have long abandoned my practice of symbolically picking up after some unknown other. Even though I was tired I retraced my steps searching for my mess. I didn’t find it. I rationalized that if I kept looking I might sprain an ankle and thus create a different kind of mess. I probably deserved to be left for the genetically engineered organisms to have their way with me, but I decided that would be for another day. I gave a prayer for forgiveness.
I don’t want to sound holier than thou here. I don’t want to even sound more observant than though, but the whole sky is looking more and more fake to me. Even though I have been treated to some yellow sunsets after white sun days, it just highlights the sky manipulations that are going on. I am growing tired of watching clouds go behind the moon, the drawing of white sheets across the sky and all kinds of other not normal stuff. I am growing tired of people reminding me how normal the recently highly abnormal weather patterns have been.
I do consider it to be a miracle I am alive to wake up to the spiritual war swirling around us. It seems as if a force has been at play imitating God’s creation in an evil, mocking manner through us and otherwise and delighting in the folly of those who don’t notice.
What can I do besides pray? Pray that I am informed in that regard. Pray, I will know when I feel that. Or maybe knowing that I am feeling a little of that already as I write this.
The Good Men Project offers many stories about men who had something change in their life that lead them to question their belief in what makes for being a good man. Looking up, changed my view. It was much easier being an atheist. I always was a natural disaster fearing man. This God-fearing version is much more unsettling and real. It might get that way for you too.
I believe that each man who wakes up to the signs in the sky has done something sacred and scary. Behind that, I am currently at a loss, other than it involves loving self and all others and repentance.
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