This Thought Needs to Be Expressed

 Hey everyone! 

    I've had a thought the last week -mostly since Monday/Tuesday- and I would love to get y'all's opinion on it through any social media space you can contact me (or if you know me in real life, feel free to talk to me about it). 

    Lately, I have noticed a lot of anger on social media. Not as much in real life, but a lot of anger and downright fury on social media about how things are going. Granted, I feel the same anger in a much smaller sense. I'm not super happy with what happened, nor am I happy about with what has been going on since a big chunk of the not-happy stuff has happened.

    But am I going to take out my anger and fury on this? Absolutely not. 

    We Americans have been warned for a while that things were going to come into crisis. We were warned that having the lifestyle we had as a nation was going to rear its ugly head if we didn't take into consideration what it was doing from the so-called bottom of the pyramid up. And now we are here. We are at the point that we have been warned about. 

    In tarot, there is a card that matches this new energy very well: The Tower. It is within the Major Arcana part of the deck, meaning it is a crucial part of the collective history and storyline of life and the hero's journey stereotype. It is the card in tarot that signifies major change, upheaval, and a general sense of destruction and despair. But that is not all that card carries in its meaning. As many tarot readers -amature and professional alike- will say, The Tower is the card that reminds us things must change, and big changes require things to burn and shake up so that we can use the remains to rebuild. 

    So let the changes happen. 

    I would honestly tell you -the person reading this- to be more concerned with your local communities and cities while we allow the government to crumble and fall. Make sure your congressional, state, and local governments are aware that things are still going on in their areas that are more important than the politics and optics of the national catastrophe being put on display for the world. Show the world governments that even with some of our leaders clowning around, we as the people of the United States of America are united in taking care of those who truly need to be taken care of. 

    And this is something that may put you guys off and I might get some heat for saying this: The people in need right now are not concerned about laws being debated in courts or congress right now. The ones in need are incarcerated, homeless, sick, widowed, or general lacking in the community and support for a while now. I personally am very tired of reading on my social media feed about anything related to sexual orientation or presentation in the political sphere, or about religious zealots who are arguing about their religions literature. These things are important to some, but I do not think they are more important than the incarcerated, homeless, sick, widowed, or unsupported folks that I mentioned above. 

    My usual gauge for determining whether or not something is worthy of my support is this: Will my change matter to that person in a year. Usually, as far as social media and the rage cycle on there is concerned, I could spend all my time fighting for the rights of those who feel politically outcast, but I do not seem that effort mattering to those people in a year. That cycle of rage and social media chaos will always consume more without uttering an ounce of gratitude. On the opposite side of that, using my money to support organizations that truly help the homeless or the incarcerated will help. It will help them get what they need to come back into the community with a clearer mind and a better chance of surviving this nonsense.

    On top of all of that, I refuse to be someone who aggressively goes out of their way to yell and call out others for not being as zealous as I am. If I am totally honest, I am not an outwardly zealous outspoken person. But I wasn't created by God and the universe to be that way. I was created to take care of those around me and to make sure those I come into contact with experience the same hope, love, and strength that I have been given by God and the universe through my life. I am not a warrior in a garden, as the saying often says. I am a gardener in the war, which is still important once the war tears down the kingdoms we knew and the injured need comfort and care that was not given to them on the battlefield. I will gladly give what I can to make sure that what I do supports those who are returning from their battles with nothing left in their bodies to give. I will help those who need comfort, care, and encouragement to get back on their feet. I WILL NOT help those who just want to stir the pot and the battlefield into a frenzy with anger, fury, and the expectation for me to join in the fight. 

    Call me passive if you wish. Say I'm "defending the people who are causing harm." I'm not. And I know I'm not. And God knows I'm not. And -hopefully- those I care about and care for know that. And that is all that matters to me.

    Apologies for the ramble. I was not expecting to have that much to say on the matter. It has been something that has bothered me on one level or another for a while now, but has come up more so this last week. I will not apologize if you don't agree with me or this changes how you see me. This is what I am, and I refuse to let anyone make me into some sort of weapon or zombie for their cause. I'm tired of giving my energy, time, and attention to the social media noise. It's why I locked down and privated a lot of my social media stuff for now. It is helping kill that nonsense and allowed me to see what is needed in my local community. 

    I pray that anyone who reads this receives hope, love, and strength for the future ahead of us, no matter how long that is or what happens within this mythical time.

Love and Strength, 

Animus

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Written 2 March 2025 

    

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