Rogans and Cassandras

With the many delays and difficulties incurred by the sudden onslaught of snow in Bucharest, I found last night one bright side. I had enough time on my hands to listen to a recent Joe Rogan episode with Robert Malone. I also had some school lectures downloaded, but couldn't help myself. Anyone who passed through the pandemic un-brainwashed has some respect for Dr. Malone, and as he well reminds us (and I saw it much echoed in the comments),just because time has passed doesn't mean we should forget.

In other words, forgetting would be like a battered wife saying "well, that was last week". And if you think that's an exaggeration, you're willfully closing your eyes to the nastiness that threatens us from both sides. Indeed, there's no telling where the high level of polarization in our midst will lead. Who will dictate that revolution, and how that might look for any of us.

The interview was a fantastic, disturbing discussion that touched on several subject, not least recounting the episode of mass formation psychosis, in Malone's own words, that we went through. Perhaps more importantly, it turned its attention to the future, because indeed, isn't that what we should be more focused on?
Societies for artificially grown babies, severed from what it is to be human and find meaning may seem like a fun topic for sci-fi dystopias, but last I checked, Joe Rogan's podcast doesn't fall in that category. And more generally, what it means that the madmen who led that fantastic, frightful, unprecedented moment are still, largely, in power and on the loose.

I'd definitely recommend listening when your mind's clear and you're fairly focused - for me, it was almost midnight and perhaps my tiredness amplified the intensity of the topics discussed. Fascinating, nevertheless.

It's important not to hold on to grudge, to move on with life, to blossom in spite of adversity. At the same time. It's a fool who forgets the past, no? Especially one that's so painfully recent.

After such a turbulent 2h, I thought I was guaranteed to have Joe Rogan pop up in my dreams somehow, but it wasn't the case. As you may have noticed, I'm someone who pays keen attention to dreams. I understand, from a small slew of Jungian analysts I respect deeply, that the more you devote yourself to dreams, the more they offer you. Which means, pay attention, try to understand a sliver and the unconscious will gradually reveal itself to you.

I had an agitated dream, an intense dream, and just now, while the coffee brewed, I was trying to unravel it. Saying yes, but what does this mean. What to make of that? And then, out of nowhere,a thought so clear as though someone had shouted it:

Protect your peace.

And human that I am, at first I sought to brush it aside, to say "yes, that's jolly good, but back to the dream". But then it hit me. That was what the dream was saying to me. All the influences, all the echoes of the past days I recognized, all the symbols... were there, but didn't require deep analysis for the message to come through.

Protect. Your. Peace.

Arguably, also a very important message in this era of panic and sensationalism.

How do you protect your peace while remaining awake?