(Voice from the other side ~burning woman~ )
[Yes, this was written in 2005, and every year since the truth of it has only shone brighter. The world as we of the West have enjoyed it, is passing as water through our fingers and nothing can hold back the winds that are sweeping it away]
What is it about “Christmas” that evokes such confused and contrasting feelings in people of the Western world?
Certainly, it is not about some redemption from sin – Christmas gives rise to more “sin” than possibly any other time of year. Certainly it is not about the story of a poor family in Judea 2000 years ago from which the Christian Savior or Christ purportedly issued.
What is so gripping about Christmas? The hype? The commercial lies so thick one can barely wade through them day after day? Some distant hope for something better? Something eternally stolen, ever hidden and ever replaced with artificial concoctions from the minds of gods, of rulers, of systems, and swallowed so eagerly by deluded, egotistic masses?
Christmas is the saddest time of the year for me. But I know my feelings and I know what generates them. It isn’t movies, TV, books, religious rituals, radio or garish store displays.
It is the awareness of the monstrous lie Christmas has become and how it chokes all who try to swallow it by participating in it. Particularly religious people. Particularly those who claim to be followers of Jesus; of the Christ; the being, entity, person, prophet, divinity — call him what you will — whose “birth” Christmas is supposed to be all about. (And please don’t remind me that Jesus was not likely born on Dec. 25, Gregorian calendar, if he even ever existed – I know that and that’s not the point.)
How in “Hell” I ask myself, did Christmas become such a time of debauchery? Of gluttony? Of revelry? Of covetousness and cupidity in this post-Christian society?
I was taught as a child that “Jesus” was the gift of God to the world, the gift of the richest person to the poorest. I was taught that in turn, the rich of the earth were to share their possessions with the poorest. I was taught that Christmas was such a reminder that such an act need take place regularly to maintain life’s balance.
Maybe because where I originate the people celebrate this “gift” on January 6th and it did not then entail the gross and crass commercialism so in your face here; maybe because it did not translate in piles upon piles of trashy “gifts” did I remember what I was taught. And maybe, living here, in a pathetic carbon-copy world of “American Santaclawism” the message I got as a child resounds that much louder these days in hollow greed-swept outer malls where empty cans, plastic bottles, half-eaten Big Macs, cigarette butts, paper and plastic cups and tons of broken and torn packaging collect inside vending machines, along curbs and under cold, wet benches covered with the grimy film of diesel fumes from city buses…
Yes, inflatable plastic figurines and fake icicle lights are out; decorated trees bleed to death in living rooms, ante rooms and dining rooms. Yes, the jolly fat man (who reminds me of the utterly evil, utterly depraved baron Harkonnen of Dune) is out and about, promising more goodies to the rich, more junk foods to the obese, more whatever to whomever will spend their last overdraft dollar… and collecting money for “the poor” after it is laundered by the official charitable organizations…
At Christmas, a “celebration” that belongs primarily to the richest segment of earth’s people, as many as always, and perhaps more, people will die “out there” and their pain will never be felt, will never be known, will never be acknowledged, neither by the churches, the charitable organizations, the politicians nor, heaven forbid, the Media. They will pass away as clouds that give no rain. Empty, hollow laughter will sound for a few moments all over this Western World, not knowing that it too is passing, just as the dying poor, the “Lazarus” types who died at the door of the rich man. (ref: Luke 16: 19-31, New Testament, the Bible)
Tonight I give a prophecy — in full realization that no people, no collective, no nation, has ever appreciated the prophet, for such a one always comes at a time of ending, not to make change – such is not the purpose – but to warn (and such warning is always so damned inconvenient!) — and this is the warning: this Christmas will not generate as much happiness as the last for merriment seekers. Next year’s will be far less happy. And after that? Even for those who can afford to hoard and to lord, there may not even be one.
Many more small businesses will fail as this year passes. Christmas will not bring the expected and needed revenue. The largest greed-based corporations will last a bit longer for they still have the fat of millions of slaves to eat or burn – but not as much as they’d like their greedy share-holders to believe. All of them are bankrupt, no matter how much money or power they claim to hold.
It is the end for this society. The world of the rich is corrupt unto death. The world that worships money and mindless pleasures, whatever the cost to life, is finished.
And why? Because compassion is scorned; because the real spirit of caring, giving and sharing is gone from most human hearts and the world is split between the billions who go about naked and hungry and the millions who wear the emperor’s new clothes.
Those who sow nothing must ultimately reap nothing. Those who sow the wind (resource wars today) must reap the whirlwind.