Well, I started out
Down a dirty road
Started out
All alone
And the sun went down
As I crossed the hill
And the town lit up
The world got still
- Tom Petty, Learning to Fly
An ancient sun from a time long past sauntered into Ireland for the weekend and just casually sat down and took over the country. That's nature for you. Its forgotten rays massaged some old peace into my aches and pains.
Recently, I've been listening to a lot of Tom Petty and his music seems to complement the weather and my mood, I must say. In fact, he's gently singing away in my ears as I type these words.
The fire in the cottage is lit and warms the small kitchen. Most of the evening has been spent in quiet contemplation stretched out on a dainty couch in the front porch. The night draws in and the near full-moon paints a perfect picture but for the lone chemtrail elbowing into the frame. The lunar light illuminating the oddity and truth in a way a million words cannot convey.
But, I'm not here to talk about the troubles of the night sky. The moon is big and bold enough to look after itself and the inconsequential follies of man methinks.
No, I am here contemplating Ireland's most famous and richest Deliveroo driver, Caio Benicio and his decision to run as a candidate in the local elections for - wait for it - government party, Fianna Fáil. The sheer naked chutzpah of the political class never ceases to surprise and amaze me.
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For any unaware, Benicio, according to the ‘officially approved’ narrative, was one of the men who intervened with his motorcycle helmet during the child stabbings that occurred at Parnell Sq in central Dublin last November. Unfortunately, the official narrative of that entire day has more holes in it than a spaghetti western has bullets.
As a result, all we know for certain is Benacio is now rich, famous and will 100% get elected as a local councillor in less than two months time. Becoming part of the machine in the process. Essentially, Dublin’s Parnell Street is the capital city for the 50,000 strong Brazilian community living in Ireland. A capital within a capital. Benicio wouldn't have been selected unless his voters are in the process of being registered and lined up to vote.
But, his selection as a Fianna Fáil candidate signals much more than one man and one new city councillor. It signals the future and the future is a million and more Caio Benicio's. Fianna Fáil and the other political parties are ditching their own traditional electorate and placing bets on the future. The future ain’t green, folks. Benicio is now the poster-child for that future and the GoFundme slush fund makes a hell of a lot more sense now.
However, as interesting as this latest jigsaw piece is to the puzzle, I need to side-track away from Caio Benicio for a moment and remember it’s still Sunday. Well, for another fifty minutes anyway. I do like to mark the specialness of the day in someway nowadays.
Not long ago, I wrote a piece about a negative experience I had on Good Friday in Galway Cathedral with regard to a sermon. The following Sunday week, I had an altogether different one in Knock Basilica where instead of delivering a sermon, the good padre plumped for a scriptural meditation in its place.
Personally speaking, I’ve never seen a meditation performed at a mass before. The priest’s choice inexplicably brought immediate tears to my eyes. Not many but enough to bow my head down. Somehow, I was feeling a message from a higher power. Except, I have no idea what the message was or what it meant exactly. The feeling was good, though, I can say that much.
Now, I choose to believe this experience was the fleeting presence of the Holy Spirit. I would also note at this juncture a lot of people close to me believe I’ve lost my marbles over the last year, so bear that in mind too. Yet, I don't really care what the world at large thinks about me and feel the key to negotiating the trials and tribulations of the immediate future is to start caring even less. That's the spiritual journey in a nutshell really. Being audacious enough to attempt to take flight while knowing you don't have the wings to fly.
I'm learning to fly
Around the clouds
But what goes up
Must come down
I'm learning to fly
But I ain't got wings
Coming down
Is the hardest thing
So, what's all this got to do with Mr Benicio and Fianna Fáil?
Hmmm. Not sure, exactly. But the thought process goes something like this:
For a few minutes I'm going to imagine that the official reporting on the Dublin child stabbings are entirely correct and that Mr Benicio is a bones fide hero. Further, I am gonna put myself in his shoes and ask myself two very simple questions.
Would I have acted as bravely in the same situation?
Would I have agreed to accept the hundreds of thousands raised in GoFundMe money?
Curiously, the answer to the second question comes much more instinctively to me than the first one. The answer to the second question is a definite No.
Everyone likes to believe the best version of themselves will show up when evil comes knocking on the door. But, you just don't know until your faced with it. Yet, if I give myself the benefit of the doubt in regards to this particular situation arising ( if it happened as described - a big if ) in my life another set of known inner facts about myself would begin to kick into my reasoning.
The relief of being faced with evil on this scale, and keeping it at bay long enough to save the lives of a child or children would be overwhelming. Body trembling relief, I imagine. Accepting instant riches from a grateful if delusional public would muddy the purity of the act. Saving the child’s life would have been the life-long gift. A gift that would keep on giving, I suspect.
That is not to say acting differently is bad or incorrect. Obviously, everyone is a unique mix of complexities. None of us wired much better or worse than another. A question you might ask is this though:
If Caio Benicio didn't agree to accept the GofundMe money would Fianna Fáil have come knocking on his door?
Worth considering.
Now, we all have our own perception of what happened on that November lunch-time. Our perception, though, is pretty faulty and under constant attack by technology. Maybe that's one of the reasons I'm so interested in the spiritual path at present. I'm seeking perspective for my perceptions of the world.
My way of perceiving the world has altered dramatically from ten years ago. As a result of massively tech distorted perception our ability to strive for perspective is diminished hugely. Less and less people seem to even seek it out. Rather, just stick a tenner in a GoFundme account and get on with their daily perceptions.
A simple method I use to visualise the difference between perception and perspective is to think of a battle-scene. First, through the eyes of a soldier engaged in the fighting and hand-to-hand combat, and then second as a different soldier but this time sitting atop a hill with a pair of binoculars scanning the whole battle-field.
You can't win any battle without the first guy but you can't win a war without the second. I feel most of the sinister elements of the world around us want us engaged in full time hand-to-hand combat with each other so we never ask or seek perspective of what is actually going on.
I challenge the official “ perception “ of the Dublin child stabbings. Caio Benicio accepting the hand of Micheal Martin and the Fianna Fáil party does nothing but tell me I'm correct to do so.
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I thought that lad had returned to Brazil with a bag full of cash. I never believed that Parnell incident and I don't know how they pulled it off. But now I wonder if it was always meant to turn out as it did. Are they putting all their ducks in a row? It keeps getting crazier, and still the normies notice nothing odd
The unrestricted immigration both legal and illegal is to replace the native population with non Irish voters. Our eventual overlords will be primarily non native. Look at Scotland, the First Minister is a muslim who complains that the government agencies are too white. This is happening all over the Christian West. It is spiritual warfare and we had better our faith in God and not mere man.