Re-Envisioning Hardship
As my political crucible continues to envelope and challenge me- the latest manifestation is the convenient unavailability of paperbacks and the removal of the pre-order buttons on Amazon Canada and Chapters-Indigo soon after the book quickly hit #1 on Kindle in Canada for its (new releases) category- I recognize that hardship is a remarkably relative word.
There are hardships that are nothing other than hopeless. And then there are hardships that appear to have a more robust quality. They have hopeless qualities, but they also seem to be riddled with possibility for individual and collective transformation. It has taken me about five years to see my crucible in this way.
As I grew older, I found myself startled by the fact that many of the individuals that had things relatively easy in their early lives, seemed to become little more than generic replicas of each other (and the culture) as they grew older. They were often functional, but the furthest thing from self-originating and unique. By contrast, those who had very difficult upbringings, were often fascinating, creative, multi-aspected. Their trauma was obvious, but so was their genius. I wondered why this is.
As I went further into my current crucible, it became clearer. In order to survive, I had to plumb the depths of every part of me. Parts that had always been asleep, parts that had been put asleep by a deadening culture, parts that were fundamental to an attuned reality. And not just parts: callings, gifts, offerings, archetypes, adaptations, defenses, disguises. In other words, the stuff of human capacity. All that we come in with, and all that we develop, in order to both survive and thrive in this lifetime. In order to make it through this crucible, I had to draw on everything.
In a way, it is little wonder that people sometimes self-destruct. Not because they want to die, but because they want to come back to life. They are often knowingly or unknowingly experiencing truth-aches- that is; indicators that they are living in a way that does not reflect that which is encoded in them, their real reasons for being in this lifetime. By letting it all fall apart, they stand a chance of creating the difficult, but necessary conditions, to bring their genius into form. Because at the heart (and soul) of it all, we are all genie-us.
As this crucible dragged on, I looked in every direction for life. Susan- the ground of my being for now 12+ years- did everything she could to dignify me. But I still couldn’t find life, while being toyed with on the Devil’s Playground. And then it got really bad- even my fellow (western) Jews turned away from this whistle-blower- and then I went to Jerusalem. There, something happened that wouldn’t have happened in my once comfortable western life. My inner warrior came back to life, and in the heart of the most vigilant state my consciousness had ever known, I reconnected with God, Creation, my relational reasons for being. I mean, I got in really close. Instead of needing humans to provide information about who and what was terrorizing me, God filled in the gaps. He sharpened my instincts, emboldened my intuition, dropped little hints in the Ocean of essence as to what was really going on here. Not just the minutiae, but the broader strokes of where my story fit into the larger political battle that is currently infiltrating the west. Despite the fact that I am little more than a lone-wolf citizen, I am also the carrier of a story that exposes the tirelessly corrupt and intertwined nature of a large number of individuals and entities determined to create a one-government globalist world. And God wants nothing of the sort. What God wants is more human uniqueness, more individuated souls, more collective protections against the abuse of power that is tearing us apart and turning us against each other. If you get in real close and listen, he wants us to thrive on this beautiful planetary gift. He wants us to live life as meritocracy, actualizing all the callings, gifts, and offerings we have been given. And he knows that we cannot become all that we are meant to become if a small number of misguided puppeteers and narcissistic nepo-babies devote their lives to keeping us in chains.
So, pick your crucibles wisely. Not every one is worth your energy, but some are. Some are your best shot at overcoming the deadening conditioning of our culture, and making you into what you were born to become. In Brooke Ligertwood’s words, pressing you into new wine. You don’t need to believe in Jesus to understand that the process of becoming the most remarkable you is not going to be easy, but it is going to be worth it. In the heart of all that strain and stress, is the stuff of your fullness and your freedom:
BOOK UPDATE
As I shared earlier, In Trudeau’s Kitchen was shut down as a paperback pre-order almost immediately after it hit #1 on Kindle New Releases in its category. In addition, it is still not available as an Audible pre-order on Amazon Canada (laptop).
This is all a crime, and I am doing all that I can to have it dealt with as such. If the book calls you, or if you know of someone that might resonate with it, I ask you to do a workaround by ordering it elsewhere (and popping into a Chapters/Indigo store and asking them to put the pre-order button up again). We already know that Canada’s legacy media will never tell the people the truth about political figures, but to also block the retail market, means that the Canadian people are walking blind through a now corrupt and exploitative politic. This is disgusting, and entirely incongruent with the purpose of the Charter of Rights and Freedoms. May the people rise in response, and, in the meantime, I am fighting the good fight to rectify these acts of censorship.
Here are some workaround links if it calls to you…
Amazon Canada Pre-Order Audible (from phone)
And any of the above can be ordered into any bookstore or public library
FINDING THE LIGHT
There is no simple thing to say that can remove all the heaviness many of us are facing right now. But there is one thing that I am certain of. That is, that for every step towards the darkness there is a concomitant step towards the light. The latter may be initially inobvious, particularly when the puppeteers have seized so many levels of power, but while we are stumbling around on the Devil’s Playground, creation is busily crafting us something beautiful. I am sure of it. Something to remind us that we matter. Something to give us hope. We just have to remember to look for it. Keep your eyes wide open.
Blessings always, Jeff Brown
Jeff, this shows a remarkable shift in your journey. The light is growing stronger just when we all need it❤️