The promise of tomorrow never materialises and whether you regard that as a cruel joke or a lovely lesson will always depend entirely on your perspective. In any event, it does pay to be wary of those who promise us solutions which never come to fruition.
The promise of Spring is in sharp contrast to those of our fellow men, for here it is suddenly upon us in all its resplendent beauty – the birds sing their songs, the blossom dances in the breeze and the daffodils shine with a rapture that matches the heartfelt resonance of those of us who take delight in God’s creation.
The duality of the realm is all around us and is a fact of our existence that cannot be ignored. For some, these are grim times, with apocalyptic revelations being shown every minute of every day, it can be overwhelming but, beyond it all, we are here as God’s children and that joy exists within us for the way out is the way in.
I discourse over a variety of subjects during this walk through the woods near Beauvale Priory, Nottinghamshire, beginning with the popular expression, free beer tomorrow, of how some so-called commercial redemptionists promise that which seemingly never materialises. I am no exception to such temptations but that is fine because if that is how it is, then so be it: I am here as a sojourner, just passing through and taking notes on the way. Literally, I live and I learn.
Spring’s promise though is of a different nature because it cannot be false and nor can it be delayed. If that is not something for the individual to rejoice in, then I don’t know if there is any hope for him.
Commercial redemption is an expression that has been around at least since the 1990s and it is essentially about what the individual who realises that he playing a global game of monopoly can do about it.
Given the game board is, effectively, owned by the Rothschilds and their various sub-groups of acolytes and lickspittles, can the individual who knows who he truly is play the game and win?
Or, is it rather like a race-horse owner whose horse is running at various racetracks that are owned by others? As such, is he not limited in the success he can enjoy and expect?
Indeed, if one is playing Monopoly, is one not subject to the confines of the board, the rules and regulations and, ultimately, the banker who controls the game and whose resources are far greater than those of the players?
Is the game not more akin to the Super Mario Labyrinth board game? Does not the house always win in a casino, especially when the tables are rigged and the dice loaded?
I don’t know but I do rather like the challenge and, in many ways, I have invariably seen life as a game of daring, of chance and skill.
Given the fact that, ultimately, God is in charge, could it not be the case that victory is possible even in a rigged system or is that system so riddled with corruption and fraud that, even when you play within the rules, you lose because every aspect is locked down?
Is commercial redemption, or economic freedom attainable in this construct? Are we not being offered Hopium as our drug of choice?
Hopium is to be avoided just like the opioid of the poppy but sometimes you have to drink the medicine in order to know its nature. The trick, I suppose, is not to become dependent on the false promise of hopium. It is always the same – pay attention and exercise your critical thinking skills to every situation. There is, when we boil it down to its essence, nothing else that needs be done.
Apocalyptic times.
The darkness of these times is palpable and as clear as it gets – there are vampires and cannibals in this realm who prey on children with levels of depravity that are so twisted and sick, it is hard for the good fellow to comprehend them. And yet, is it not the case that the darkness will always give way to lightness? Similarly, have we truly not always been made aware of the dangers of those who walk among us in human form yet are as different from us as the sparrow is from the eagle?
I have previously written about how the warnings are planted in our minds from an early age by way of traditional stories in which children are placed in great danger, often by those close to them falling for the lies and deceptions of those types who are demonstrably present in the rulers and controllers of this realm, a realm in which the dark arts of the demiurge hold sway but one which, ultimately, is the creation of the one true God.
By way of illustration, I consider the tales of Rumpelstiltskin Rapunzel , Hansel and Gretal , Snow White and the Seven Dwarves each of which contains children whose lives are threatened by those who would kidnap, poison and eat them, all the while subjecting them to great cruelty.
The marvellous film, Time Bandits by Terry Gilliam, is also referenced as another example of the truth being expressed through fiction. The finale is an affirmation by the one true Creator, God, played by Ralph Richardson: yes, evil exists and that it is part of his creation, his divine plan and that it is here in order for us to learn how not to be. And yet, how often we tend to forget this most salient truth: God is, ultimately, in charge and the satanists are as full of falsities as they have always been for they are of the Synagogue of Satan.
On reflection, it may be that the free beer will only arrive tomorrow if we brew it ourselves.
And that, of course, is not necessarily a bad thing at all: after all, is it not the case that if you want a job doing properly, it is best to do it yourself?
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