. . .Dangerous Sheep
Take A Moment To Look . . .
one day, it's fine. We are fine. Our family is secure. Our government is doing well. Health is abound. Prosperity is rampid. Smiles are infectious. Sidewalks full of feet with new heels, leather shoes, and work boots. Life is good, my friend. I have a house, a mortgage, a neighbor who loves me, and my kids are members of the Girls and Boy Scouts. Who could ask for a better, richer life?
"Sam, did you hear our minister this morning, how we read some scriptures on how we should not give up our independent thinking?" "No, I have to say, I didn't. Janey was whispering to me at that time. Sorry I missed it. Rev. Billowby is such an enlightened man,"
"Did you say independent thinking? Shhh, our wives might hear us. Keep it down, Joe."
Besides Rev. Billowby's sermon and the controversial topic of independent thinking, what could be capturing the conversation between these two suburban American's who love God, the USA, the military, neighbors and anyone who doesn't pose a threat to their way of life? I really cannot tell you. Rochester, New York, is not one of the places I visit in the summer. But I can see for myself that Joe and Sam, insurance salesmen for a noted insurance company in nearby New York, certainly represent the level nearest to the upper crust in this mid-50's theater of American life. I tell you. Joe and Sam would not be seen in their underwear vests in town like they are now--watching the rib eye steaks cook on Joe's new grill he bought this morning at JC Penney's on credit. Joe is personal friends with the store manager, Tim Hastings, who attends church with him. Hastings is a solid citizen.
We are born. We grow. We learn. We reproduce. We produce. And produce. Grow old. Then pass. What a cycle to cope with if you are a human. Animals do not fear death like we do. Sometimes I wish I had just kept to my own narrow path years ago and not be caged-in, framed-in and suffocated like I am today. I am sure that Joe and Sam are thinking the same thing.
It's silent. Odorless. Harmless, at first. Akin to an octopus capturing its meal. Slowly. Surely. Calculating. The octopus, like the subject at hand, will eat its meal as what I am talking about will ultimately and eventually consume its followers. One-by-one. Or in a mass. You can bet your last worthless dollar. People will pay for their rash and thoughtless decisions.
We are like sheep, dumb, trusting, blind. All of us. We can own up to it. Deny it. Or hide our heads in our coat pockets for we do not want to make waves, no sir. We are peaceful. Dormant. Doscile. Uneventful faceless members of a numberless crowd. That eats its own. And still at the same time, continues to grow by the day.
Casually, sweetly, and silently it speaks to us as early as adolescent years. We long to be accepted. We yearn to be loved. We would almost kill to be taken in by 'the' elite. The hard-thinkers with greased-down hair who love sweater vests and take pleasure in kicking the disabled to the curb. This is 'the' mass we pray that will have us. At their terms. Not ours. We don't really care what or whom we have to sacrifice. Just as long as we get to be with 'the' mass.
At first, breathing is easy. Life is easy. Friends flock like hungry ravens after the flesh of a dying animal in the forest. We smile. Things happen. Good things. Nice things. Things we can share withe grandma and grandpa at Thanksgiving as we feast on another lifeless victim. And I'm not talking about the bird. But the hapless member of our groups, we obligatorily call a family, who is not in 'the' chosen mass with us. Yes, that girl, boy, man or woman. They are the outcasts at our table. They are the ones told to sit on the back pew in our church buildings. Those people sitting across from you. Those people who, for some reason, choose to follow their own hearts. Bad or good. Rough or paved road. It was their decision. Not yours.
Yet, they are the ones with cold faces. Hungry bellies. And kept away from 'the' ones we have learned to love even if it takes swallowing their tasteless poison. And turning another blind eye to their cruel and secret intentions, that I can tell you, are not for the humble benefit of humanity, but only for themselves. Classic tale, eh? Dickens? No. A tale that is found its way of being the truth that no one wants to tell anymore. Keep a silent mouth. Do not stand out from the crowd you are following and have sold your sold to. Keep moving. Keep consuming. No matter what the loss. You are privileged. Chosen. Anointed to be in with 'the' innumerable crowds that do not know any better but to follow. Follow and not ask any questions. Of any kind. 'This' crowd, this elite bunch of well-dressers, soft-speakers, would be offended if you did that. And you have worked too hard to be turned out now.
I throw no stones. No harsh undertones. Just one truth. Maybe more. I am not good at keeping up with my own thoughts. "Following anyone, anything, single or group, blindly is very dangerous my friend." Very dangerous. If you do not remember any one phrase, sentence from this piece, please remember that one statement: "Following anyone, anything, single or group, blindly is very dangerous my friend." I thought it bore repeating.
Secretive, selfish-based groups are like that. Dangerous. They recruit anyone who feels left out with the ease of a master clockmaker in Germany. A wise person should, no, would serve themselves better by just asking questions. Ask the truth about this group of smiling faces that want you to join them. Have you forgotten how to use the one-word question, "why?" Use it. Often. And a lot. No dangerous group, and I mean dangerous, not as much as deadly to the body, but to the mind and soul, who gently as Chinese silk, take away your independent thinking. Your self sense of judgement of what and who is talking you. They do the thinking for you. And if you let them, and most innocent sheep do, they will talk for you, but use your mouth to advertise how good they are. How truly patriotic they are. Just be careful. Wise. And slow-to-say,''You bet! Yes, I want to join you. Right now!" These words could come back in your sleep as Scooge's ghosts.
In the society today, there are numerous groups. Some good. Some evil. Let me put my cards on the table. I am not against groups if the group is for its weakest limb as it is for its strongest back. But groups that 'use' people. Innocents for support. Money. Advantage are dangerous. And when was the last time you heard someone say the word dangerous?
I am not anti-church. Anti-Republican or Democrat. Anti-Christ. But I am for YOU, the person who reminds me of me. Slow to think and quick to jump on any bandwagon with a banner. Please, young and old alike, stop. Use your knowledge. Do your research about any group of person who is talking so hard to get you to join 'them.' That is all I am asking.
In other words, "If you are following a sheep, make sure that the sheep you are following knows where he is going. And what he is doing."
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