There’s a bunch of reasons to not engage in the Olympics. Not many have the natural talent to participate, much less the resources and dedication required to compete to be the best, fastest, most accurate or skilled athlete in the world. In that way, it can hardly be said that there aren’t other individuals around the world who possess the same great, record breaking potential, but who never make it to the big show.
At the same time, it truly is a celebration of the human body, and a tribute to the human spirit. We can only speculate about the origin and purpose of the original games. What’s probably true is that several thousand years ago, when they first started, it was primarily an event for the menfolk, with few exceptions. Interestingly enough, whichever wars that were being waged at the time were put on hold, with safe passage guaranteed to the participating countries for their delegates to get there and back again in one piece.
That certainly seems to be the intention in modern times as well, because goodness knows, the world is always experiencing war somewhere. I wonder if that kind of interaction between adversaries will soon no longer be so. How great would it be if human disagreements could be resolved through competition between trained athletes? Interesting thought…
Honestly, I’d been successful at ignoring the Olympics for quite a while before my daughter started being fascinated by them years ago. I ended up watching by default. Same for these happening now in Paris, France…a country under siege, but cleaned up all pretty and sparkly for the spectacle. I have to say that the Eiffel tower was looking very beautiful Friday night, but knowing what’s happening in France that’s to the detriment of the French citizenry…the pretty all just feels like a lie.
After watching (mostly horrified) the opening ceremonies for this Paris Olympics, I wasn’t surprised to then read that no country’s government has thing one to say about what happens after their bid to host is accepted. Macron’s part was limited to his feebly spoken declaration that the Paris games were now open.
As an American citizen, I can only imagine the indignation of the French to have the unfortunate spectacle of the opening ceremonies reflect on them. I was offended for all the French entertainers they could have chosen over American Lady GaGa (minion of darkness) who opened with a burlesque fan dance set to a horrible, repetitive and discordant song that went on forever…
Actually, the weirdness started even before that. I’m going by memory here, but three young children got into a boat with a mysterious guy dressed like Arno from the game, Assassin’s Creed. Unanswered questions hover overhead for the entire hours long presentation. These children go down into the catacombs for some reason, where human skulls are stored alongside a canal full of dark water, which also quite mysteriously also houses an alligator.
Arno was the torch bearer at this point, and the cut scenes of him doing his magnificent parkour throughout the city of Paris, over rooftops and making impressive jumps…I have to admit, that guy was the highlight for me. His outfit was kind of the bomb, too.
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Anyway, as you may already know, it was pouring rain in Paris the whole time. I don’t think it meant much to the athletes as they traveled along the Seine for the Parade of Nations. They all just really seemed to be super jazzed and grateful to be there. I give major props to the dancers who continued to give it their all while literally soaked to the skin for hours, whoever they each were working for (and consciously or not).
I won’t list every single weirdness included in the “ceremonies.” That word may be more apropos than many think, especially for one surprise presentation that was part of a performance by a band called Gojira. The various band members each had their own shelf extended out of a castle window from which they were performing.
Most every other window had in it a Marie Antoinette holding her own severed head in her lap. But it gets even worse. At the end of the performance, the building bursts with blood, with a gazillion long red streamers exploding out the windows. As if that wasn’t quite enough, that was followed by an abundance of red smoke shooting out the windows.
I’m not sure if anyone could watch that and feel anything but WTAF?? Somehow I missed the highly and intentionally offensive mockery of The Last Supper. Sadly, I did catch a disturbing and entirely irrelevant scene in a library between 3 people with terrible fashion sense who end up behind a closed door in what we must assume is a Ménage à trois. Like, really?
I may be mistaken here, but I was kind of horrified at the travesty of watching dancers pretending that they’re Moulin Rouge, and failing terribly at their cancan rendition. I wonder if they were last minute replacements, because the Young One found an article about 3,000 dancers who chose to protest rather than rehearse for the show. I don’t blame them. It’s hard to imagine the French feeling happy about any of what’s going on there.
Not like it’s much different anywhere in the world right now.
Anyway, by now, you’ve likely noticed how the opening ceremonies of Olympic games of the past have absolutely reeked of satanic predictive programming (think covid). The bad guys use these things to their full advantage, and it begs the question of why we give so much power to the designers of Olympic happenings.
But here’s the thing, and what they can’t corrupt, and what they can’t take away from us…
It’s the human spirit, and the drive to be the absolute best you can be. It’s the fact that no Olympic athlete gets there without a strong support system around them, and I have to believe that even in the case of the most driven and highly focused of trainers (and yes, handlers), there has to be Love in there somewhere, otherwise, excellence will forever be elusive.
As observers of these truly magnificent athletes, we want them to succeed. We take joy in their triumph, and our appreciation for what it took to even qualify to compete there is vast and sincere.
The bad guys are really good at inversion, making what was good, true and beautiful into something it never was meant to be. We don’t have to participate in that program at all. Bearing witness to all their vain attempts at morphing our social structure into something depraved and ugly, and seeing it for what it is…that’s enough.
And the world does see it, and we’re calling it out.
And…the entire miserable and obvious drag queen and satanic spectacle might very well be another White Hat Op to wake people up. Social media is fairly exploding with commentary about it. I suppose the field is now ripe, and it’s time for the human collective to issue forth a resounding and unmistakable NO! No, we don’t accept your mental illness and trauma programming as normal…not for any of us, not ever.
We see you, and we know what you’re up to.
♥ Game over ♥
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