The Magical Weapon of Joy

September 8, 2021

One of my cats seems deliriously happy this morning, as if he’s been rolling in catnip or enjoyed fresh liver for dessert.

What does he know that I don’t?

I am feeling a faint but discernible echo of what I imagine my cat is experiencing.

An anticipation of joy. Not too much joy—just the right amount.

It seems odd to imagine such a thing as too much joy, but an overwhelming emotional experience, whether we consider it positive or negative, can be deleterious to one’s health.

Even so, I would take the risk of being fatally overjoyed if it could free me from the increased governmental restrictions and outright theft of sovereign rights that the world has increasingly been subjected to.

If being overjoyed is a way of breaking that control, I’ll gladly accept the consequences.

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Although it sounds fanciful, perhaps joy itself is some sort of magical weapon. A shining sword of light, cutting through dense tendrils of pervasive darkness and the deepest levels of fear.

It seems that fear and its negative manifestations have been wielded to subjugate humanity practically from the dawn of time here on Planet Earth.

One of the themes in recent analyses I’ve been watching, for example from Simon Parkes, Charlie Ward, and Mel K, is that fear is the biggest weapon that continues to be used against us. Fear can generate a kind of paralysis that keeps us in this apparently negative stasis, particularly with the media endlessly hyping Covid and its supposed spawn of deadly variants.  

I often feel a measure of impatience when commentators seem to chide us for allowing ourselves to be controlled by fear. 

Of course we’re afraid! Look at the threats we’re facing! How on earth can anyone with two brain cells to rub together not be afraid?

And yet, this is exactly what the advice of these commentators (and many others) boils down to. The dark forces / cabal / globalists literally feed on the energy of our fear.

Deprive this enemy—for such is how I perceive them—of sustenance, and they cannot, will not, survive.

Too bad we can’t order up a side of the antidote of joy along with our daily blue plate special.

Or can we?

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How do we “find joy“?

How do massively subjugated human beings push through the smothering layers of fear-manifestations to reach the shining globe of joy that always seems to glow just beyond untenable circumstances?

Surely this must be  an individual effort. We can and must support each other if we are to succeed. But the way our joy manifests is as unique as each of us.

Circumstances no doubt dictate this to a large degree. Someone slogging along at subsistence level in a hardscrabble environment may find joy in simply being alive to wake up one more morning. 

For someone in substantially more comfortable circumstances, maybe we can absorb the gladness that our cats and dogs, horses and parakeets and hamsters, seem able to emit for no apparent reason.

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I get down on the floor with my cat and he rubs his small head against every part of me he can reach. I tickle his chin and his jaw and he purrs even louder.

I take a deep breath. I cannot hear his thoughts as words, but I experience his radiating gladness through the vibration of his purr and the sinuous winding of his joyful feline dance.

I fervently hope that the Dark Forces cannot survive when joy and gladness become predominant energies on this planet.