Why I Believe the Canadian Truckers and Their Supporters will Win

For a former atheist, I spend a lot of time praying, probably because I am making up for lost time.  One of the most amazing things that has happened since approximately six years ago when I began to believe in gods for the first time in this incarnation was the connection I felt with the spirits of place. 

The Obviousness of Animism

Humans are animists by nature.  Consider how reliably often we attribute human characteristics to objects and non-human animals, especially when we are dealing with children.  When I was growing up, there was a deli/market on the corner that had an ugly, 1950s era sign of an anthropomorphic hotdog holding up a plate with a sliced sausage on it.  My friend darkly and hilariously commented that the hot dog appeared to be serving up its own son.  Anthropomorphism is just another form of animism.  Animism has been right in front of our faces this entire time.

One of the primary reasons the Industrial Age is so marked by psychosis is the denial of animism.  Romantic art critic John Ruskin (1819-1900) hated animism and coined the term “pathetic fallacy” in an attempt to discourage animism and the personification of objects and places.  According to Ruskin, “objects ... derive their influence not from properties inherent in them ... but from such as are bestowed upon them by the minds of those who are conversant with or affected by these objects."  Despite his own adoration of wild spaces, he was horrified by the idea of actually having a conversation with them.  Ruskin was awed by wild spaces but also determined not to communicate with them, which smacks of the legacy of certain brands of Christianity.  God is a distant, omnipotent judge, serenely uninvolved yet exceedingly jealous and wrathful.  Recognition of any place, animal, or object as human-like is idolatry.  This binary attitude of God = good vs. Spirit of place=bad was an easy, slippery slope to the barren pastures where we now find ourselves in the Industrial Age.  Removing God from the everyday while engaging in the fallacy that He has blessed us with material prosperity because we deserve it was the first mistake.  The second was the attempt to prevent the natural urge to talk to the spirits of place unless it was in the form of a children’s movie or within the similar cacomagic of advertising. 

The goofy thing about the spirit of place is how darn obvious it is.  The landscape tells us most of what we need to know just by looking at it.  Mountains are huge and awe-inspiring.  Rivers represent the fast flow of energy cutting through the land.  Traffic jams are hell on earth.  Office parks are ugly and have deleterious effects on the psyches of anyone who has to dwell within them.  A good, well-kept home feels cozy and nurturing.  A neglected home feels scary.

If you’ve felt any of those things when in similar places, you’ve had a deep perception of the spirit of place.  If you can get over John Ruskin’s weird mental hangups about being “pathetic”, the next logical step is to say “Hi, how are you?”  I have never been saner in my life and I talk to places all the time.  It sure as hell beats not talking to them.  If this is pathetic, welcome to the Loser’s Club!

Accents and Idioms

One way the land manifests itself through us is by accents and idioms.  The reason Culiacán Spanish is vastly different from Barcelona Spanish is because of the stamp the land spirit leaves upon the people via language.  The particular region where I was born and raised, Chicago, has a distinct version of “English” that incorporates long, nasal AAAAH sounds.  When I am teaching students to sing, I often train them to avoid nasal sounds, and there is no better way of doing this than showing them what not to do.  I affect my most obnoxious Chicagoan accent and drawl “WHITE SAAAAAAHX DAAAAAHT CAAAAAAHM!” (Whitesox.com) in order to demonstrate this peculiar regional habit.  The northern Illinois drawl, for all of its problems, is not elitist or snobby.  There is a homespun, pragmatic quality to the accent, and it is the legacy of workaholics who could not be bothered to elevate their manner of speech in order to fit in with visiting European dignitaries. 

The spirit of place lives within us and we live within it.  Canada is a sparsely populated land with a tormented history of Native persecution much like the United States.  The idea of Native suffering often gets in the way when we Americans try to connect with the land.  Though it is not an excuse, neither Canada nor the US are unique in this respect.  The Han Chinese once colonized the Japanese island of Hokkaido, decimating the aboriginal Ainu peoples; this fact does not mean anyone should be ashamed to be Japanese.  When shame is put into order with proper limits and boundaries, we can see the place we dwell within.  Yes, the place may have been somewhat ruined or disgraced, but it is obviously worth living in or we would not choose to live there.  I am no fan of highways or suburban subdivisions, but I choose to live here, so my best bet is to appreciate what I have and make the best out of it. 

Certain Astral Pyramids Not Welcome Here

Canadians need only glance at a few photographs of the land where they dwell to be awed by its hugeness and open spaces.  Like its neighbor slightly to the south, there is a great deal of room.  It’s easy to be captivated by the desire to wander such incredible vastness, and many have done just that.  Others have been content to hunker down in the big cities that inevitably spring from a big land.  Overall, there is the feeling in the Americas that the land is OK with us doing our own thing and exploring our own unique ways of being.  We can scatter to the four winds if we so choose.  We can reject the astral pyramids of others and skip off to be ourselves and create structures of our own.

When the astral pyramid of communism arrived on the European and Asian continents, it was a way of replacing the failing, dying pyramids of Christianity and Buddhism.  These monotheist pyramids, however, were past their primes a hundred years before they attempted a worldwide coup in the forms of Lenin, Stalin, and Mao.  Past defeats have not stopped communism from another desperate grasp for the gold ring in the form of coronavirus-related restrictions and lockdowns.  Communism in its latest Agenda 21 form is a violent hiccup from the death throes of monotheism.  In the Age of Aquarius, there is no One God or One Way.  The spirit of the American land is not communist and communism will not work here.  I would argue that it is also decidedly not monotheist.  We have many gods here and many of them are willing to reach out and cultivate relationships with the willing and the respectful.

The mass Enlightenment so many long for will never arrive: this is not the nature of Meatworld.  There has been chatter about “waking up” some great, old force, but it was never asleep.  We were the ones who slumbered while it went about its business.  What may have changed is our awareness of it.  When I began to feel its movements, I was happy because it meant I had finally done enough spiritual work to become vaguely conscious of its magnificence. 

There was a video made of the Canadian trucking convoy that was about 13 minutes of “thank yous” to the truckers for their bravery.  Though it probably escaped most people’s notice, I perceived this video as decisive.  I believe the Canadian convoy will usher in an era of freedom for Canada. The atheist-communists of the Coronatarian movement will lose because they have no gratitude.  They are eaten by the wendigos of greed and power.  They are remarkably greedy and narcissistic, much like Justin Trudeau, who clearly sees himself as designated to be rich and powerful instead of rich and powerful because he was born into a wealthy, influential family.  Trudeau seems to believe he can have merit as a total ingrate, yet he is consumed by his desire for power in direct proportion to the privilege he dismisses as granted.  The Canadian elites think of themselves as little gods.  They believe they can dominate the Great Land Spirit because they are special and chosen.  They are wrong.

Just as the Donner Party headed into the wilderness thinking they would live in the lap of abundance at the end of their journey, the Canadian communist-atheist elite has vastly underestimated and misunderstood the spirit of the land.  Communism may have sort of worked in China or Russia for a time, but the American lands have no patience for it.  The best way of getting a land spirit to ignore or even actively seek to destroy you is to deny its existence and then constantly act as an annoying pill by attempting to spread a dated, faux-monotheist pyramid scheme.  You don’t wander into the Canadian wilderness with the attitude nature will provide: it will eat you.  Many have found this out the hard way in the same fashion as those who followed Sir John Franklin, the naval officer who repeatedly led hundreds of men to gruesome deaths in search of the Northwest passage.  We see the same narcissistic “I AM HUMAN HEAR ME ROAR” streak in Canadian elitists, who honestly believe the forces of Progress will conquer all.  It is my opinion they are about to be schooled to the contrary; make of that what you will.