It’s 2022 all over the world now, so I think we can all agree that we are doomed. But are we all collectively doomed due to some impending global calamity, or are we all doomed in our own little ways? And is there a difference?
If we are all doomed due to the global calamity option, be it climate change, continued plagues, or World War III (or some combination therein, plus an asteroid or what have you), we will still all be affected by it in one way or another. Some of us will be at ground zero, others will suffer on the outskirts. Some will die from thirst or starvation, some will die from disease, some will die violently. But all will still suffer and be doomed in our own little ways.
If we are all doomed in our own little ways, then these micro-calamities will spread due to the interconnectedness of modern human civilization. For example, companies won’t offer a living wage, so no one will work, companies collapse, causing others to lose their jobs as other affected businesses fail. Then when one economy collapses, it pulls down a bunch of others along with it. Or if one person contracts, say, Ebola-COVID22x, it may spread to their neighborhood. If an outbreak ensues, there will always be some idiot anti-science jackass driving monkeys to the airport and soon the entire world suffers (or continues to suffer). If one person loses their job, then it is likely that many others have also lost their jobs due to a company folding due to slow sales brought on by economic uncertainty of lost jobs, and so on. So, if your neighbor is having a crisis, then expect a crisis to hit you sooner than later. This is why people used to take care of each other. It was branded as kindness and social responsibility, but as all things human, it really stemmed from preventative self-preservation. If you see someone who is hungry, feed them, or tomorrow you, too, may be hungry.
Either way, I think even those of us that haven’t already been touched by some sort of calamity thus far can all sure as shit see it a-comin’ down the pike. That’s an interesting phrase — to “see [something] coming down the pike.” Did you know “pike” in this expression means “turnpike”? I had no idea.
Again, I digress. Which comes first, the chicken or the egg? The micro- or the macro-calamity? Either way, it’s going to be big and it’s going to be bad and it’s already happening. So, what’ll it be, humanity? World War III with Russia and China acting out? Climate change crisis? COVID: the Andromeda Strain (or some new plague)? Sudden pole shift? Giant asteroid? All of the above? (Notice I left out “E.T. invasion” because if you know this blog, then you know I am certain extra- and ultra-terrestrials are already here, and if they haven’t launched an outright invasion by now then they clearly do not intend to launch. They either want nothing to do with us, or their invasion was so insidious that it happened long ago, and we are just their playthings.)
As you consider the coming doom and how you will affect it or it you, let me tell you about my own little doom. I felt it coming before it hit. I wrote in a recent letter to my sister regarding my contact with what I perceive to be “entities” from “elsewhere” (see previous posts):
No, I still haven’t had any recent “episodes.” And while this may be comforting news to you, for me it is a bit upsetting. It has been years. And yes, while I not only agree with but am fully open to the possibility that these contacts have only been some sort of manic or even schitzophrenic “episodes,” as I said, I miss them. I miss the sense of contact. I fear I have lost friends. I fear they have moved on, and in recent weeks, I have had a deep sense that it is time for me to move on as well. But to where? And to what? I haven’t got any answers, other than that I feel I have been here too long.
And then the other shoe fell. And that falling shoe was the student enrollment numbers at universities in Korea. The idea of going to university is not as enticing to young people today as it had been for previous generations. Add to this that the economy everywhere is already bad due to wave after wave of COVID variants and whatnot. And a lot of students, particularly here in Korea, do not want to pay full tuition for what have become online courses due to the endless pandemic, so enrollment numbers have plummeted. Universities are strapped. And as a result, yours truly is out of the university — along with five of my coworkers in the ESL department whose contracts were up for renewal this year.
And so, the adventure continues. I could stay in Korea and try to find another university position here, but I really think I am done with Korea. I think I must join with the voice of the world and say, “Enough! Enough Korean dramas and K-pop!” It was cute at first, but now it’s annoying. Perhaps a return to the great Sultanate of Oman would be a good choice? A dear friend there has offered to try to get me into her university in Muscat. And if you’re going to live in Oman, then Muscat is the place to be. And as the temperature in Korea is freezing these days, the warmer climate and beautiful beaches do appeal to me. Of course, Oman was too hot when I lived there before, and now, with the climate crisis hitting us like a fireball spit up by the sun itself, Oman will likely be unlivable in short time.
Or I could look for positions in other countries. My sister is pushing for Mexico, for some reason. I do wonder if she has a sinister side and is hoping I get decapitated by drug cartels. Then again, I remember she has always been extremely protective of me, so I remind myself, when the thought wakes me up at night, that this is highly unlikely. I’m sure she sincerely believes I will enjoy Mexico. Or maybe Ecuador?
But whichever country I consider, I am reminded that I will again be teaching. And I consider literally every country, with the usual exceptions of Israel, Saudi Arabia, China, North Korea, and the United States. I won’t work in the first four just on principle, and I won’t live in my home country again because, as I have said many, many times before, if you ain’t wealthy, then the USA ain’t for you. It sucks there. And any Americans reading this who might say, “Well, I’m not wealthy, and I’m happy here!” then you speak as one who has never lived in another country. Not just visited, mind you — lived. As in been a part of another system entirely. America’s system sucks and it is stacked against the working class.
My point is, I am thinking I am done with teaching. It used to be fun, it used to be rewarding, but no longer. And this raises the dark question: Then what now?
As I have mentioned, I believe in these ultra-terrestrial or “other-worldly” entities and the contact I have had with them. Crazy, I know. I cop to that, daddy-O. And in the past year, despite having no direct contact with my old friends (as I view them), I still feel like something’s been calling me, pointing me in that direction. I recently wrote about stumbling across the new book, Skinwalkers at the Pentagon. Reading about government-funded reports of experiences that are exactly like many that I have encountered myself triggered in me a powerful emotional response. Do I put my money where my mouth is and take that leap of faith?
Now before I continue on this train of thought, let me explain why I put that phrase — put my money where my mouth is — in Italics. This is because this phrase has been stuck in my thinking since I received an email from a friend back in the USA just before the holidays. After reading several of my posts about how the United States of America is a failed state, how democracy there has crumbled, science has given way to religious zealotry that has also poisoned the body politic, and the entire country is headed for total collapse within the next four years, he wrote to me to ask why it is that I don’t put my money where my mouth is and go back to help them stop the collapse and to fight for our country.
I replied, “Help who? For which faction would I be fighting? And as I said, at this point, only an armed conflict will bring about any real change. Who am I, Rambo?” He replied with a photograph of his apparent weapons stash. We grew up in Pennsylvania, and he and his family hunted, and had hunting rifles. It seems they have added considerably to their weapons cache in the years since I have been gone. Among the usual hunting rifles and handguns, I counted no fewer than three of America’s favorite assault weapon, the AR-15. And no, they are not Trump supporters. It seems all sides are arming. And it’s not just the Republicans v. the Democrats. There are factions within each of those two “sides” fighting among themselves. America has been divided and conquered so many times by poor education and bad information that no one knows who’s who anymore. It will be chaos.
So no, I don’t think that’s my path. The leap of faith I’m talking about is this: Reducing my life yet again to two suitcases and a backpack and leaving Korea. I’d fly home to see friends and family and lighten my load even further to just the backpack. Then I’d head to Peru and spend the next few weeks sustaining myself on a steady diet of fresh vegetables and ayahuasca. If you are familiar with ayahuasca, then you may see my reasoning. If you do not know about ayahuasca, go get some and try it. Better yet, look it up and get informed. Why ayahuasca? So that I can try to find my “entity” friends again. I want to try to initiate the contact this time, and really get to know these mysterious entities that long ago knocked me off the “normal” path and onto this road to nowhere. There must have been a reason, or were they truly just being cruel?
If it works, maybe I will finally have some real answers to all of my puzzling posts. If not, then I will try to man up and follow the Path of Pickledick. As Andy Dufresne said in The Shawshank Redemption, “Get busy living or get busy dying.” That movie was mentioned in another recent post, come to think of it. As the Grateful Dead so famously sang, “One way or another, one way or another, one way or another, this darkness got to give.” And if I can end this darkness for me, then maybe, in my own small way, I can help to end it for all of us. After all, we are all interconnected. We are all related. Mitákuye Oyás’iŋ
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild, with a Faery, hand in hand, for the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. -W.B. Yeats
APE-NOTE: Please be reminded that I do believe our fate and our reality are created by our collective consciousness. If we all think we are doomed, then we will be. However, if we can change our collective thinking and turn the Universal Mind (“God”) to a better reality for us all, then we will all be just fine. In fact, better than just fine. However, as I have said in previous posts, I don’t think this will happen. The elites control our thinking through their 24-hour programming streams, and they keep it all negative. There are small pockets of us out there, people who are trying to turn toward the Light and the higher frequencies, but I feel we are overwhelmed and therefore doomed.