There seems a running theme we have for commemorating things, having traditions and rituals to repeat over and over. A great line I heard about traditions recently made me give it further thought “tradition is just a bunch of dead people telling you what to do”. And have already discussed here and there the need for repeated anniversaries for things, thought of again around poppy day, or remembrance day as it is called. Remembering the fallen and those who sacrificed themselves. Although with a new view, it’s a ritual remembrance of a mass sacrifice, by others for their benefit, then worshipped thereafter. As we are in an inverted world, it would make sense.

Statues and solid visual reminders of people’s and events. We have many throughout the entire realm, but it was only recently during the strange BLM riots and propaganda when statues were being torn down that I gave that more thought too. Of how we try to immortalise people with carved pieces, placed for maximum effect and to give people something to give their thought to. So it won’t be forgotten, until such time as it is no longer needed of course, then it either gets quietly replaced. Or torn down in a frenzy to appease the masses, used for a final piece of programming before it changes to the next icon to see and keep in your psyche.

Bonfire night – the burning of Guy Fawkes, keeping the story alive for generations after it happened, as is the way. And it was that ritual that really started this idea, after the Olympics and watching the latest strange instalment of their opening ceremonies, mentioned in my article A Ceremonial Revelation, and giving extra thought like in the ideas mentioned in The Main Arena. I thought, why would you want to annually commemorate someone who tried to bring down the government? From the people’s point of view, it seems obvious, to glorify and celebrate someone who tried. But it isn’t that is it? It’s celebrating failure, and of foiling a fight for freedom, as we are told. And the yearly revival of it, only helps to keep them down, repeating the failure over and over. And to keep burning the one who tried, almost as if that is the twisted extra punishment, where the people you tried to save are the ones who actually threw you on the fire. As I’m sure has happened on many occasion in times past.

It is perhaps the dedication of time and application of thought towards it that gives it form and energy, each event that has been put into the calendar as a marker, to be an instigator and harvester of whatever it generates thereafter. Even what we know as the calendar has been altered, see April New Year, Don’t Be Fooled for a bit more on that. So much of what we thought we knew is being revealed as ‘subject to change’, depending on the need and the narrative at the time, so it would stand to reason that is how much of it came to be as we know it now. It was part of a previous narrative, the previous conditioning and set of ideals they wanted everyone to have and think about. A certain history laid out before everyone to make sure they are all ‘reading from the same page’ as one might say and on the same track. Not necessarily even having to destroy everything, you can just rewrite it or let go to ruin, to a point. But clearly there are holes in the story, the timelines don’t seem to work out, and what we see versus what we are told don’t always seem to add up. So like the Jigsaw of Life, we try and do what we can, with what we think we know, and like a developing mystery, we are left to solve the rest…

(c) K Wicks