Soma—Or Question Everything?

Summer of 1989. It was not like a “summer of ’69” for me, no monumental, world-shifting group activities. No music festivals to be fawned over for years to come. I was in love with my best friend, a guy I used to race senior year of high school, I in my Mustang, he in his Charger. He went away for college for a year, we managed to keep in touch, then he returned and attended the same community college I did. Looking back on that time, life felt so much simpler. I had school and work and my boyfriend, yet many days I could laze about the pool and listen to Crowded House and others who dominated the airwaves. And I had space and time to read so many of the books I had not had time to read during the fall and spring terms.

One book was Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. I have not read the book since then, but I continue to be left with a reverberating sensation of how misaligned our circumstances could become if we simply took up conveniences and ate and drank in, physiologically and mentally and emotionally, whatever was set before us, whatever morsels of soma were laid down. This is why I have long thought our culture was more Brave New World than 1984. Because the soma—in the form of convenience, of getting whatever one wants right here, right now, never mind the needs—insulates us from looking, from observing: observing our innermost exchanges, our shadow, our light, the projections we lay upon others and the projections from others that we, often absentmindedly and sometimes happily, pick up. 

I never was on the trajectory of soma, though the Taurus in me certainly likes pleasant surroundings. But, hard-headed woman I am, I have always tended to “do things the hard way,” as a former love often used to point out. So, what? I would think. I figured if I could accomplish things the hard way, then whatever lay beyond would come easily. Part of what is hard is never having adopted a “go along to get along” attitude.

My favorite character in Brave New World was John, always the outsider, not taking part in that world. Resisting. Questioning. The only true human. In fact, the way I came up, it was American to question and un-American not to question. So, whether within my family or outside it, I questioned everything.

Especially narratives put forth by those in power. This includes assassinations of leaders and coups, militarism, the financial system and the fiction we all participate in called money, the way agriculture is practiced, the safety and efficacy of genetic modification, what constitutes health, who owns the world’s true wealth—meaning everything humans need to sustain ourselves…soil, air, water, the intangible beauty of intact habitats, humans themselves and their creativity and ability to reason—religious cant and more. I have even questioned my own questioning—Am I just a stick in the mud for insisting upon questioning? Am I a female mudge like the men years older than me I have so often seen? There always seemed to be at least one in every newsroom I worked in. They tended to be shunned by their peers. Or, another question: Why can’t I just sit back and relax? Let things take care of themselves?

I can answer that last: Because nothing “takes care of itself”. If we want to be full players here or, going deeper, if we want to support Gaia and behind her, Sophia, then we need to take part. And while taking part does involve rest, it does not involve static states. No state is static, after all, not even death. Something is always being transformed or transforming, moving into another state. One can see this in the arising and dissipation that plants go through. Follow Goethe’s work in Metamorphosis as an example, if you like. Or show up every day and observe a particular plant or a particular phenomenon, how the light looks through the seasons or the way the wind moves through trees and shrubs, and welcome the plant or the phenomenon in all its changing into your imagination, where, tah-dah, it will take root and continue to grow and change.

To me, the current, ongoing push—coercion, really—for people to take something experimental into their bodies on the misplaced faith that it will stop a ravaging from going on is a form of soma, a desire for some static security, which does not exist, never did and never will. Our only security as humans comes from within—from knowing oneself so well to know that one can adapt and live resiliently. 

Yes, soma—go back to sleep. Sink back into the waves of waves of waves of convenience, of “return to normal”, which, from my perspective, never was. 

It is decidedly not normal for people to be here and choose not to grow, to expand themselves in and through their discomfort and to become larger beings than the ones they came in as.

It is decidedly not normal for people to become disembodied. 

It is decidedly not normal for people to work themselves to death so that they can buy things. 

It is decidedly not normal for people to feel alienated from others, but most especially from themselves. 

It is decidedly not normal, in a republic, for lobbyists and captured regulatory agencies at any level to have so much power; after all, the people in those agencies and the lobbyists are not gods—they eat, drink and poop just like the rest of us. 

It is decidedly not normal for people to not, as they grow, come to have a sense or desire to try to see life through the eyes of others, to try to walk a mile in those others’ shoes. This last is not necessarily so they can solve the problems of those whose shoes they try to walk in, which would involve presumption and trampling-on of will, of power over; rather it is to expand their consciousness and to enlarge Consciousness itself. 

I could go into all the logic of why we might want to look elsewhere rather than at a particular “bug” as the cause of all our current ills. I could go back to November/December 2020 and recall how the pharma companies themselves said these so-called vaccines, which are not vaccines, but experimental, genetically modified treatments, will not stop transmission, are not intended to, are intended only to lessen severity of symptoms for something that has a greater than 99 percent survivability rate. I could scorch the mainstream media for being so bought-off and lazy that it daily talks about “cases”—more anti-human, human-minimizing, dehumanizing language—and does not deign to question the basics of virology or the legitimacy of reverse-transcription, polymerase chain reaction tests as diagnostic tools. 

I could suggest to those who, like me, look with grave concern at what is going on, that now is the time to take up the fight because “they” are obviously coming after those of us who question taking anything directly into our blood streams, our life blood. (Who could ever have actually believed that, once injected, what is injected stays put, at the injection site, when such injections contain adjuvants that allow them to move across various tissues? Do we actually need someone to surprise us with this “news”?) These are the same “they” who would suggest that we are selfish/unpatriotic/unbrotherly-loving for not lining up for jabs, the same ”they” who steal, make war and poison the planet and people’s minds with their “conglomeration of verbosity” in slick language that seeks to divide. I could ask why use technology that creates microvascular damage? But, why? I have for months been questioning, even as many of the people I have known, including some in my own family, have presented themselves for the jabs.

If people do not want to awaken, if it is as if they are in a hypothermic mode and nearing a kind of death, what can I possibly do to stop that process?

But if they are still, even mildly, questioning, then I have two questions for them: Why take something experimental into your body—which is the greatest gift you have here and now, your wisest friend who, if you treat it well and lovingly, will not let you down, will keep you in integrity—when those who create such experimental substances have no legal liability should you be maimed, injured or killed and who will not pay for your ongoing medical expenses, should you have them? And, two, can you summon all of what should be your common sense and ask yourself, Why are these people—people in power or friends, neighbors, family, who are constantly badgering you to take these shots—why are they so desperate?

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