Back to Blah - The Non-Normal
The Doom Meter has lowered a bit, but evil may be just catching its breath
Note: I haven’t heard back from Josh yet about whether we are doing a joint community call this Saturday like we usually do…but I’ll be there regardless. Login info will be posted Saturday morning - it starts at 11:30 am and lasts…hours. (I just tested myself in the sun, and I still have photosensitivity due to the doxycycline I took two months ago. Grr. Meaning, I’ll be inside this weekend. :-( Sigh.)
So it was just…what…a week or so ago we were maybe looking at a full-blown war with Iran? If you recall, my Doom Antenna had been going haywire prior to June getting mega crazy1…and then Trump dropped bombs on Iranian’s nuclear facilities…and weirdly, the energy felt calmer after that.
Yet, we’re not in some sort of new and better timeline. It feels like a bit of a reprieve to me. See, our current “normal” has gotten to be pretty negative compared to what it used to be. And we’re not out of the Doom Woods by long shot. Evil seems to just be taking a short breather and regrouping.
I don’t think our brains can handle all the constant news. The initial ICE protests feel like decades ago. Life seems not even so much of a blur, but a smear of blah. I’ll call it the “non-normal.”
This non-normal is the collective malaise of a world that seems tired of itself. Perhaps I am writing this from the perspective of grumpy middle-aged life fatigue, but it seems more than that. Life seems less “happy.” Or we have less of a happy veneer or something.
I recently watched an episode of a sitcom I never heard of from 1967, called “The Second Hundred Years.” I found out about the show from an old episode of Mystery Science Theater where TV’s Frank begs for this show to come back on the air.
This strange piece of TV arcana tells the story of an 1800s gold miner who gets flash-frozen during an Alaskan Avalanche, only to come back to life Encino Man style and meet his son, who is now 67 years old…Dad is still the equivalent of 33, however. Here’s the first episode:
With the inane laugh track and cheesy jokes, the Second Hundred Years felt like a gentle balm on my jaded soul…just so much more innocent than today’s constantly aggravated world. But do you also notice that people back then just seemed more at ease in general?
Many people talk about timelines collapsing. I do believe the Mandela Effect is real, but I’m not so sure about the multiple timelines theory. I actually think it may be a programming code change. I do think there is a collective energy that is the amalgam of all the emotional and mental “vibrations” sent out by everyone on the planet. We’ve been overcome by negative programming.
During this time of brief respite from the next mega-crises, we can spend some time lightening and brightening up our own energy via prayer, meditation, spiritual practices, and small things that bring us joy. Even if that includes watching cheesy sitcoms from the 1960s.
By the way, I warned against being in big crowds over the No Kings weekend. While the absolute worst didn’t happen, we had a number of terrible events that weekend, including politicians executed, a car driving into a No Kings crowd, and at least one wannabe gunman stopped by law enforcement in Pennsylvania before reaching a protest.