Oh boy, here we go again with the triple names! …another “Lee” — how I shudder at the formulaic pattern of phenomena. Spiral vibrations coming full circle once more…
If you need further clues, read Shutter Island — do it! And think of instruments of deployment!
Then ask yourself why is this man happy?
I suspect it has to do with a reflection. Don’t you think?
A reflection of what has become of America, a nation looking at itself and seeing a jarring and contradictory image in the grips of absurd insanity and expansive trauma.
I further suspect that this is a watershed moment and a turning tide, a portentous epicenter with deepening aftershocks to come.
This man’s smile is a wound in the psyche of a nation groping in the dark, lying to itself; and unless we redirect the trajectory, I’m afraid it bodes ill for some time to come.
The airwaves are replete with deep outcries, finger-pointing, and blind panic; yet there is a tincture of self-awareness as if we’re caught in a dream, sleepwalking on the edge of a precipice and seeing that same precipice in the dream…
But the epic tragedy is that a nine-year-old child was slain! Despite mass media’s focus elsewhere, the child’s death is the REAL story for a nation that has forgotten what it means to principally care for children.
While every action has consequence and every word has resonance, seldom do we note that every non-action is a void, a deafening cry in absence.
And so my heartfelt prayers for the safe journey of Christina Taylor-Green, and all children worldwide who fall voiceless through the looking glass…
Look deep no matter how hard it hurts,
Safe passage wherever you are.