There is an old wives tale an old doubt supported by a factoid somewhere that when a member of the tribe of American Indians became too old they were left in the woods to fend for themselves and serve an ecological function of being food for the coyotes and bears. There is an equally prevalent phenomena present in these modern times wherein the dominant culture will go along way to prove their rivals guilty of the very same types of behaviors that they refuse to acknowledge in themselves. The current manufactured fictions abound that categorically state as a matter of irrefutable fact self-righteously proclaimed this 24/7. Many who find themselves isolated and estranged by this ongoing pernicious sense of contemporary mass communication mischief find no solace in the self-serving dogma as entertainment that it distributes. How nice that in this time of annual celebration of the metaphoric concept birth as scientifically based upon the ecliptic tilt of the earth that our wobble up back to warm sunshine is so contested? The more forgiving aspects of the holiday considered as its foundation and ‘raison d’etre’ are viciously controverted by more popularly distributed idea of greed, mayhem and that particularly solipsistic trait of conveniently forgetting others who are inconvenient to the advancement of one’s own concept of ‘number one’? The holiday topical selections offered by the insurance owned movie production companies seem to bear this lack of holiday spirit out.
The darker emotions of those considered as ‘aged’ at these times is not necessarily a syndrome so much as a realization of self and status of where one stands within the world around them in a very detailed sense. It is all to easy to review the activities of the past year at this time when for short periods daily activity are purloined by the shift of seasons. There is some mortal irony in the fact that for the northern cultures, this spinning orb’s elliptical path finding itself furthest from the life-giving provider of the Sun has long chosen to hope for a continued form of spiritual revival. The annual dormancy at the start of the season of Winter metaphorically stands in for the specter of death experienced as the ultimate diminishment of the available number of hours of sunshine. The lack of the same naturally summoning memories brighter happier events posed upon previously sunnier days. This phenomena affecting the species has been in force for a very very long time.
The current rush by those anonymous unseen to plain view governing mercantile powers impatient to implant their notions of Globalism by a determined strategy of the complete destruction of the former independent cultures through fostering mass despair works along the cracks of one’s own weaker sentiments. One where the proverbial ‘blanket’ of national identity and accompanying concepts of morality as once was known are indifferently ripped away off everyone across the planet for the sake of a self-serving Utopian agenda demanding a rationally organized world society. This trend is promoted by bringing out the worse in people through the most persuasive motivating tool of producing fear. Fear of loss, fear of personal dissolution, fear of being isolated, fear of no future! That ‘old‘ concept of Christmas as was once known as a child was based upon the idea of felicity and inclusion. Something now found perverted to a childish sense of natural entitlement. Even if in the best scenarios of actual practice this former mental construct of society was as thinly veiled in its real intentions as is now it’s essential message persists. This has been refashioned to a time for orphans. Those not having direct experience of a ‘father’ or alternately surviving a central parent that has long been indifferent to their own tenuous sense of personal importance making this time of the year emotionally biting to their sense of self. The aura of general sadness can not fully describe it. Though the tales of Charles Dickens though may come close? Many feel, “On their way out!”, much in the way that the original sense of Christmas Spirit currently seems to currently be. A genral embarrassment to those of more avaricious PC driven sentiments from ‘Liberals’ for what has in recent years become considered as ‘old thinking‘. Yet generic holidays can never provide that same measure of happiness as those that one has long become attached to. Especially when they are expected to make the old ones fade away in plain sight!