The fall Rite of Make Believe (that would be the elections) is now past, and rather than enthusiastically joining in the analyzing, what-iffing, grousing, and speculating that swirls in its aftermath, I'm working at keeping my ship of dreams floating on the diamond waves. I know it's genuinely difficult—particularly for those who participate in the annual Rite—to grok that those who purport to lead or rule us, whether from a town, county, state, or nation, only do so to the extent that we allow them to control us. That's equally true for the physical world (although more difficult there to disengage, as so many of us freedom-lovers are convinced we have to be part of the
Go-go-go-go-now-now-now-now culture around us) as it is the mental realm. It's primarily the mental realm that I'm thinking of as I write today, for without a full grokking of the fact that each of us is free, it's nearly impossible to deliberately expand one's physical freedom. And to focus on the Rites, the politicrats who place so much emphasis on their outcomes, and on the rules and regulations and enforces thereof that they try to set upon us, is to necessarily limit the resources one has available to think and work toward freedom.
Think about it some. Given a normal, fully functioning human body, and in some cases possession of certain tools and/or equipment, one can do just about anything one wants. The things that rightly stop most of us from acting on our baser or rash impulses is the knowledge that we want to avoid the consequences that would follow those actions; and a desire to be a better person than the sort who knowingly steals, cheats, and hurts others. In other words, most of us do a good job monitoring and policing ourselves, once we've realized that that's necessary to be an honorable person in a civil society.
One of my
ships of dreams is to be part of such a society some day. And as I work to create my own ways of supporting myself outside of the state's grip (another ship), I find others who have similar goals. Many are in or working to get to New Hampshire; others are congregating in various places in the West, most notably Wyoming and Montana. Those are inspiring things to see; and I hope that within them, individuals are engaging as much creative power as they can to put all the mechanisms and metaphors of coercive rule behind them. That, too, is a huge challenge, as we've been told for so long that slavery is freedom that it's hard to break out of the controlled insanity promulgated nonstop. But it's necessary for our freedom-oriented ships of dreams to successfully launch.
Yes, my head's in the clouds—it always has been, near as I can tell. But I'm not a lonely one, as evidenced by all of you who drop in here and at my web site. If I could be so bold, I'd like to give each of you a challenge going into the High Harried Season (that would be the holidays of Thanksgiving, Christmas [or whatever you and yours celebrate around winter solstice time], and New Year's): instead of directing your attention to the negatives around yourselves, focus on the positives. What are your ships of dreams? Instead of fuming over how the state controls, see if you can find channels where those ships can sail around those archipelagos. You'll feel better, and it's possible that you'll find a way to navigate sooner or more easily than you previously thought.
Before I head off into the sun (and kudos to those of you who have put all these allusions together and know what song inspired this ramble without looking at this column's title), this issue of Sunni's Salon weaves this thread of identifying and pursuing freedom throughout. That is perhaps most obvious in my interview with Michael Jarrell, an individual some of you don't know but who has earned my admiration and respect. The musical maunderings will reveal the song to those of you who haven't riddled it through. Curiously, the three artists I've been listening to all feature terrific female singers. My wanderings around the web feature a good, Washington-based pro-freedom blogger; a friend with a more eclectic musical collection than mine; and an invaluable resource for those who want to enjoy flavorful, healthful eating. I also review two books: F. Paul Wilson's newest release in the Repairman Jack series, Harbingers; and a rather unusual cookbook in which I find freedom-oriented value. Tom and I are pleased, as always, to welcome you to Sunni's Salon. We're always thankful that you choose to settle into our cozy nook and invest some time with us; and hope you're thankful for what you find. If not, or if we can improve in some way, please do let us know.