Dear folks who think there is nothing to fear:
Let’s just say I am extremely concerned. I’m not so worried about the shenanigans of Monsanto or even the alleged sex-changing herbicides of European multinational corporations infiltrating America’s fresh water supplies. The time is 8:23 p.m. on November 12. The moon is void, of course (signifying there is nothing that can be done until inaccuracies are cleared tomorrow when the moon enters the next sign). I just left Kramerbooks and Books-A-Million in DuPont Circle, both of which carry the current issue of Foreign Affairs.
Things are occurring much too fast. Apparently, scientists and even tech-savvy wannabees can create through the latest computer technologies GMOs (genetically modified organisms) not only of food and fish, but also viruses and influenzas with no safety protocols. It has been inferred the Egyptians were experimenting with the DNA of polio and mutating the same during the Arab Spring. Some laboratory rats are missing, and it is alleged Al Qaeda shipping data inside pornographic magazines.
Let us pray:
“Lord, lead us not into temptation…for we found it all by ourselves.”
On another note, many Native Americans (a/k/a First Nations) regard the day we celebrate as Thanksgiving as “A Day of Shame.” In Witter Byners’ poetic translation of the Tao Te Ching (translated as the Way of Life), the opening English stanza says “Conduct your victory like a funeral.”
In a hopeful note, The Reason I Jump describes a 13-year-old Japanese boy’s struggle with autism (said by many to reflect the logarithmic expansion and proliferation of GMOs). Malcolm Gladwell’s David and Goliath and Thom Hartmann’s The Crash of 2016 provide further good cheer.
I leave you with two thoughts:
May you live in interesting times.
Every saint has a past; every sinner has a future.
