On this 420th Anniversary of the founding of the world’s most insidious invention – the British East India Company and with it the Limited Liability Corporation – we find ourselves reviewing a year that has shown exactly how the limitation of liability has unleashed more tyranny than Queen Elizabeth I could have ever dreamed in her most ghoulish imaginations. I suppose “mommy issues” are to be expected when your mom is executed by your dad – King Henry VIII when you are two and a half years of age. The Virgin Queen, on this day 420 years ago, could not have imagined that advancing the conquests pitting Muslim, Hindu, and Christian against one another in blood-soaked savagery for the preceding centuries into corporate adventure would land in this day when liability-immune corporations can insinuate into the DNA of humanity a form of conquest for which no remedy will be found. Thus is the passing of this year of their lords two thousand and twenty.
In the face of malevolence, I find myself returning to the
habit of my year-end ritual – my expression of gratitude for the Saints that
have accompanied my year. And while the
forces of darkness did their level best to keep fraternity at bay with masks
and 2-meter distancing, I find that the global account of riches of human
connection are full and overflowing in this year of the bizarre. So ample are my new acquaintances that I must
break from tradition and nominate a few who represent the many as to name each
one of you would drain an ocean of ink.
For the energy that animated the year, I’m grateful to the
steadfast efforts of the M·CAM team who, against all odds, persisted in the
most challenging of times. The love,
laughter and fellowship of guests around our table; the generous hospitality of
tables spread for us across the country; and, the constant sufficiency of
sustenance the body, mind, and soul lead my gratitude.
The community that has grown this year has been without
precedent. While missing my global family
cast across Papua New Guinea, Australia, Egypt, Mongolia, Europe, South Africa,
Peru and my biological family in innumerable ways, I have been enriched with teeming
hordes of amazing people who variously met us through Future Dreaming,
Butterflies of the Week, the readers of Lizards Eat
Butterflies, viewers of IndoctorNation, and Liberty
Lockdown and the countless interviews I’ve done with many of you
throughout the year.
If one were to nominate the greatest side-effect of the WHO’s
World At Risk September 2019 call for a scenario involving a global
respiratory pathogen release, few could have imagined the conspirators’
arrogance in suggesting that propaganda could be mistaken for knowledge. In their encore in September 2020, they had
the audacity to lead their report A World in Disorder with:
“Never before has the world been so clearly forewarned of
the dangers of a devastating pandemic, nor previously had the knowledge,
resources and technologies to deal with such a threat. Yet, never before has
the world witnessed a pandemic of such widespread and destructive social and
economic impact.”
I’m grateful that “science” and “scientists” have, in the
main, been shown to be the handmaidens of state propaganda fearing famine in
their rice bowls rather than evidencing even a modicum of integrity when
insults to science are passed off as the official narrative. When we can eliminate influenza by making up
a new diagnosis of a disease with no documentable evidence – the sellout is
complete.
This year has demonstrated the abject failure of a monetary system
in which heads of state, governors, mayors, and unelected despots can deprive
humans of their wages with impunity! Throwing
sand in the carburetor of the engine of the economy – small business – this has
been the year that self-evidently outs the corporatocracy that defines the
world from Amazon to Facebook; from Google to Pfizer; and makes once and for
all a mockery of the lip-service politicians pay to supporting entrepreneurship. Souls sold cheaply at the ballot-box have
shown us their mettle and it is pyrite – not gold.
The fallacy of virtual, digital, and augmented society has
been laid bare. We are one
electromagnetic impulse (solar or weaponized) from an annihilation of what we
describe as civilization and we’re the better for seeing that now. A bomb blast in front of an AT&T store
can shut down air traffic control?
Imagine when your state-supplied stipend to live your state-sanctioned
life is delivered to you on your smart phone that tracks your every move,
moment, and memory. We’ve placed our
bets on a digital fallacy and we have been given a glimpse at precisely how
frail that is. We’ve been told that
health is measured by a lab – not by vitality.
In violation of the Federal Trade Commission’s own laws, we’ve been told
that illusions protect us from disease.
Far from technologically advanced, we’re now living on a virtual thread
hanging over a chasm of destruction and we’ve got time to change our relationship
to this virtual reality before the cord snaps.
I’m better this year because of friends old and new. For the persistent gratitude of the Fully
Live community; for the fellowship of James, Steph and the Powerful U orbit;
for the global reach of Mikki Willis’ artistic genius and the entire Elevate
team; for Bob Kendall and his abiding support; for Amanda and Lorraine’s relentless
connection linking north and south; for Zach Bush and the Seraphic team; for
Del, Andrew, Cordie, Imani, Sacha, Bobby, Mary, Leland, George, Leslie, Tom, Kerry, Richard, Peter, Nicolas, and
the myriad of light workers across the globe who light the constellation of
promise for a brighter tomorrow – thank you.
For Sienna and Zach and your unfailing connection to joy and
happiness. And above all, on this last
night of the end of 2020, my Queen, my love, and the Light of each morning –
Kim, I couldn’t have done this year without you.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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