Our Present-Day Plight Wrapped in a Fairytale

“The things I believed most then, the things I believe most now, are the things called fairy tales.” - G.K. Chesterton

September, 2021. Lying in the intensive care unit, I could barely move. Or breathe. An oppressive omen lingered over me, painting the sterile walls in shades of death. I was in a void. Devoid of family or friends. Various beeps and mechanical sounds taunted me, discordant notes adding to an ever-growing cacophony orchestrated by some malevolent maestro waving his macabre baton over the planet. Wearing a crown. Pretending to be on the throne. 

I became aware of the battle. And lived to tell about it.

This may be a fairytale, but don’t make the mistake in thinking it is not real. It is very real. And consequential. In the shallows you will recognize present-day political personalities and circumstances; in the depths you will encounter our common aspiration for authentic belonging and becoming. Which happens on a battlefield. Involving formidable forces. Not simply for the likes of passing presidents, but transcending all ideologies. I invite you to go there.

“You were there. As was I. And I am now here. And will forever be.”
- Whisper of the Unseen