Maybe the beauty of the earth is why humanity is being subjected to greater and greater suppression and manipulation, to our minds and our physical beings.  Someone else wants what we have got.  What lies behind the assaults we face on a daily basis is a big subject and not one I intend to tackle too deeply in this post, but Satanic forces are clearly at play.  Humanity is mostly unaware, yet is slowly awakening.

The subject that concerns me this morning is how do we cope with all the stuff that’s going on, mentally and emotionally.  Obviously being aware helps, albeit that it’s quite a shock to absorb the real facts once you ‘get it’ about the medical and financial tyranny that is currently assailing us.  The military cannot be that far behind.  The attack is also very much psychological – getting us used to being restricted in our movements by fear of a bogey virus – a virus that may not even exist, and has yet to be proved to exist.

The side of the subject that interests me here is, as I say, how to cope emotionally.  How can you not simply feel sad at the loss of so much freedom, and the loss of a system of belief that once sustained us, and gave us a sense of purpose?  That system was a lie and we are now finding that out.  We are instead thrown back on our own resources to build our own morale and objectives.  Being content in life and in the afterlife is the biggest prize we can achieve, and that will always be the objective.  So what about morale being sustained in order to get us there?

When we are injured we need to heal.  Emotionally we do that by being with other people that heal us, and avoiding those who injure us, and inwardly by expressing our sadness outwardly – by crying.  Crying is healing.  That is no doubt why as children in the old days we were made to feel that crying was a forbidden or shameful activity.  They wanted to injure us mentally, yet stop us from curing ourselves into the bargain.  Still today at my son’s prep school, which we are leaving this term, they say they want to build ‘character’ in the children, and develop toughness, and ‘courage’.  I would maintain that real courage doesn’t come from killing off the ability to cure yourself by expressing emotion, but from the opposite, from gentleness and caring, and being able to cry when you need to – to express your emotions, not bottle them up.  Laughter is another great healer.

The question I would ask the school, by the way, would be ‘what situations can you suggest which would require the development and deployment of courage?’, but of course we as parents are not asked for our opinions.  Parents are maintained as dumb consumers by the school, and the school sees itself as all wise and knowing – a major overestimation of the abilities of its senior staff, as is common to many schools, but not all thankfully.  Surely schools are there to develop intellectual ability, but we know now that the intellect is hardly on the agenda, except up to the permitted levels which are not all that high.  Logic is dangerous to those who propagate lies, so logic cannot be learned or encouraged.  Instead  courage has to be developed so that abuse can be more easily tolerated.

The thing though that cuts through all the cultural programming we are subjected to throughout life, for me is definitely music.  As I describe in my autobiography, music helped me get through tough environments in childhood, mostly listening to exquisite classical guitar which would stir my emotions and give me a connection to feeling of happiness, which was otherwise missing within the brutal public school culture of the 1960s.  All through my life, music has played a role and sometimes so too comedy, and these two are always incredibly important in helping to maintain a content spirit.

The song that has grabbed my attention this week came in from a friend in the Philippines, as songs so often do – the Philippines a place I lived in for many years, a place filled with music and which fosters recovery from illness and injury of all kinds.  The song is said to be written by Charlie Chaplin but there are three names on the composer list, and he is only one of them.  It’s well known, called ‘Smile’.  I’ve heard it before but it was performed by Jermaine Jackson, Michael’s elder brother, at a concert in Maastricht, conducted and partly performed by Andre Rieu, who has one of the most expressive faces I’ve ever seen.  The camera work showing the emotion of Jermaine (‘Smile’ was Michael’s favourite song) and the encouragement from Andre is fascinating to watch, cutting to many faces in the audience filling up with tears.  Jermaine sang Smile at Michael’s funeral.

I’m sorry if it doesn’t catch you.  It caught me and I’m enjoying playing and singing the song this week with one of my sons.  In fact it’s been a healing experience.  I share it in case it catches your emotions too.