- Jul 20, 2016
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While most of the threads on this board are about the USA, equally disturbing events are occurring elsewhere. I've seen the clips of people filling the streets in the UK and France, people being assaulted in Australia, and read of the rules right out of 1984 being imposed in many places. While the impetus of these events has been the virus, the overreach is blatantly clear - these measures began years ago and will remain in place as long as the governing bodies can get away with it.
Two things hit me today. The first was a complaint filed with the FBI by some part of the New Zealand government against Clif High for sharing how to manage peaceful protests. Clif is a US citizen, who is known in some circles for his work in linguistic analysis and recent videos about these times of Woo. Laron's post about it is here. I posed some rhetorical questions - questions that I hoped many people would ask.
The second was about the facial recognition process being tested in South Australia. The original tweet left out an important piece of information - that it was part of the monitoring process for people quarantined at home. Even when discovering that big piece of the puzzle, I was dismayed with some of the replies to the story - acquiescence. Again, I had questions.
I live in a place with fewer restrictions than most. Yet, I'm drawn to the larger picture here. What am I called to do? I know it is not protesting. Yet, I support those who do. I'll even make you a banner and pack you a lunch. For me, it is my ability to drill down to facts, put them together in a larger picture, and share with my words. I write here and hope some people find them.
Right now, we are divided in so many ways, with some choosing to wound those around them through abandonment, betrayal, and shame. (Hat-tip to Christiane Northrup). I want to change the ideas and conversation to defending, protecting, and appreciation of ourselves and others. As usual, I find the perfect sentiments in songs. For as wild as the Grateful Dead were, they saw the larger picture. Do you know where your steps may go?
Two things hit me today. The first was a complaint filed with the FBI by some part of the New Zealand government against Clif High for sharing how to manage peaceful protests. Clif is a US citizen, who is known in some circles for his work in linguistic analysis and recent videos about these times of Woo. Laron's post about it is here. I posed some rhetorical questions - questions that I hoped many people would ask.
Why would the government feel a need to go after one guy, a US citizen, with some followers but nothing huge like the Kardashians?
Why are his ideas such a problem to the government?
Why is there a need to try and squelch and possibly cause legal difficulties for one man?
The second was about the facial recognition process being tested in South Australia. The original tweet left out an important piece of information - that it was part of the monitoring process for people quarantined at home. Even when discovering that big piece of the puzzle, I was dismayed with some of the replies to the story - acquiescence. Again, I had questions.
When is enough enough?
Where is your hill?
What is your legacy for these times?
I live in a place with fewer restrictions than most. Yet, I'm drawn to the larger picture here. What am I called to do? I know it is not protesting. Yet, I support those who do. I'll even make you a banner and pack you a lunch. For me, it is my ability to drill down to facts, put them together in a larger picture, and share with my words. I write here and hope some people find them.
Right now, we are divided in so many ways, with some choosing to wound those around them through abandonment, betrayal, and shame. (Hat-tip to Christiane Northrup). I want to change the ideas and conversation to defending, protecting, and appreciation of ourselves and others. As usual, I find the perfect sentiments in songs. For as wild as the Grateful Dead were, they saw the larger picture. Do you know where your steps may go?
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.
There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
Grateful Dead - Ripple