Tower of Babel

TOWER OF BABEL (19.8.21)

you turn on the TV
blah blah blah
you turn on the internet
blah blah blah
you turn on your cell phone
blah blah blah
our tower of babel moment

everyone talking 
blah blah blah
people listen only to what they want
blah blah blah
preaching to the choir
blah blah blah
our tower of babel moment

we live in a versus world
us vs. them
black vs. white
police vs. everyone
republican vs. democrat
vaccinated vs. unvaccinated
Christian vs. Muslim
enemy vs enemy
against the other
our tower of babel moment

when we speak the same language
we speak different languages
we’ll go our separate ways
enlarge the distance between
our pride shamed
our arrogance wounded
our tower of babel moment

otherwise, we can do anything 
together

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What if this passage is not an "origin story" on the evolution of language but instead an allegory on human arrogance and it's consequences? 
Genesis 11:1-9
Now the whole world had one language and a common speech....
They said to each other, “Come, let’s make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth.”
But the Lord came down to see the city and the tower the people were building. The Lord said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”
So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city.  That is why it was called Babel—because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.

we ARE nineteen-eighty-four!

It’s amazing how true this video is. We are experiencing totalitarianism on an emotional level right now and it is bubbling under the surface of society and culture ready to break out on the surface.

Whether it’s the manufactured fear generated by the media that governs politicians decisions as opposed to wisdom.

Whether it’s the ever-present observance and loss of privacy generated by corporations and the government thru various surveillance systems and how that is being used to manufacture paranoia. I’m reminded of something the corporation I work for put out about two years ago which stated, “You should assume, when you are at work, that there is NO privacy. Everything is being watched and can be recorded.”

How long will we continue to accept the degradation of civility and vote people into power and support corporations, media, politicians and religions that will continue to generate fear, paranoia, and control over the citizenry?

What will you do and continue to give up in order to live? And is that really living? People may say “Oh, It can’t get that bad.” but that’s exactly how it does happen. The lie that causes people to let down their guards and accept the small changes that lead to the complete transformation. The lie becomes the truth. There is no difference.

Now some may argue that this post itself is manufacturing fear.   I want to be very clear my intent is NOT to manufacture fear.   I do not want people to be afraid.   I want them to WAKE UP! I want all my readers to be ALIVE AND AWAKE not the walking dead.

CHAFF IN THE WIND

I remember when Saturday 

Felt like Sunday

And I was dreading Monday

Feeling like I’m strung out on junk

(Which I never tried) 

I was strung out on life

(Which I couldn’t escape)

And it wasn’t pretty

I hated my life 

The world I lived in

Staked to the ground

Face up in some tribal ritual

Eye lids propped open

Waiting for the sun to burn me blind

I just wanted to die

But couldn’t

Feeling rejected 

Outcast, judged and ridiculed

Was it done to me? 

Or did I do it to myself?

In the back of my mind

In the shadows of 

What I remember myself to be

I felt there was another side

I just had to get there

But the road was dark

There was no light to light my way

Shadows loomed large and mean

In my withdrawal

Happy is an illusion

And I wanted to get lost in that illusion

But knowing the magicians secrets

Is it possible to ever enjoy the magic again?

Are these fancy words for a poem,

A memoir or just letters jumbled with meaning

meant to get lost and scattered like

so much chaff in the wind