There is a famous poem which starts, Slouching toward Bethlehem. In other words, this is not about 3 wise men who know exactly where they are going, guided by a star showing the way, night after night, and coming to a stop in exactly the right place.
In the poem, a rough beast was slouching toward Bethlehem as indeed we see today with the quality of the political class in the West: beasts with no subtly of mind or scope of understanding. I followed Reiner’s work from early on. He may not have stopped the beast but he slowed it down and helped many avoid the poison. I for one will always be indebted to him.
I am always eager to support your work, Elsa, but I am confused. You initiated a community of support recently. I this the same activity or a different one. When you say that people will be gathered around issues that they are passionate about, what do you have in mind, exactly? A discussion group? An action-sharing group? A space for lectures and discussion? A political action and mobilization community? An emotional support group for those of us already in the battle?
Napoleon was asked if he planned to regain ground he had lost in a battle in Italy. His response was, "Land I can regain. Time? Never." which I understand. One of your times conflicts directly with my live Dr Rima Truth Reports podcast (6-8 PM Eastern), but the other is available to me. I want to understand what your vision is so I can determine if I can afford the time to join or if I cannot afford not to spend the time to join or if I cannot afford to spend the time to join.
Please tell us more about what you have in mind.
And please accept my warm regards at the same time.
In the poem, a rough beast was slouching toward Bethlehem as indeed we see today with the quality of the political class in the West: beasts with no subtly of mind or scope of understanding. I followed Reiner’s work from early on. He may not have stopped the beast but he slowed it down and helped many avoid the poison. I for one will always be indebted to him.
Here’s the source of the famous poem
“The Second Coming” is a poem written by Irish poet William Butler Yeats in 1919
That contains the line
“Slouches towards Bethlehem”
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born
One of the greatest poems ever written in the English language!
I am always eager to support your work, Elsa, but I am confused. You initiated a community of support recently. I this the same activity or a different one. When you say that people will be gathered around issues that they are passionate about, what do you have in mind, exactly? A discussion group? An action-sharing group? A space for lectures and discussion? A political action and mobilization community? An emotional support group for those of us already in the battle?
Napoleon was asked if he planned to regain ground he had lost in a battle in Italy. His response was, "Land I can regain. Time? Never." which I understand. One of your times conflicts directly with my live Dr Rima Truth Reports podcast (6-8 PM Eastern), but the other is available to me. I want to understand what your vision is so I can determine if I can afford the time to join or if I cannot afford not to spend the time to join or if I cannot afford to spend the time to join.
Please tell us more about what you have in mind.
And please accept my warm regards at the same time.
"Slouching Toward Bethlehem" is a compilation of essays about California by Joan Didion, which is quite different from the Yeats poem.
The Second Coming
By William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
One of the greatest poems ever written in the English language!