By James Fitzgerald
May 27, 2020
The Great Awakening, eh? That term gets thrown about social media these days. First time I saw it, I immediately tried to place myself among it; as someone who might be more awakened; someone who has been exposed to more hidden narratives or whistleblowers, or who has met more central bankers and CEOs than most. That’s certainly how the ego complex would view it; as a tangible and competitive advantage.
From a spiritual or even quantum perspective, the impulse to place myself in some kind of order of “awakeness” would seem pretty immature and parochial. Afterall it would involve weighing up other people’s “awakeness” to reach a conclusion about my own status. And, as a wise soul once said, “judge not others, lest ye be judged yourself.”
So, with me more confused these days than awakened, let me share with you a few anecdotes about people and events that first rattled my cage. And I won’t include paranormal happenings — that’s another article for another day.
Journalists used to smoke and drink a lot. My father bought into that noirish cliche, about the grizzled hack plying his trade (looking to prise government secrets or scandals from loose-tongued civil servants or other reporters) over drinks in some grubby bar. He was the type of person who called women “dames” and had ink for blood. If I ever wanted to see him, I would have to venture into the big gray city and follow the din emanating from the busiest bar in proximity to the newspaper office.
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