Fake New and No News
Yesterday Luis sent me a link to a “news story” reported by the Huffington Post.
Now I know that the Huffington Post is not “real” news. It’s a glorified blog.
But I assume (and this may be assuming too much) that there is some editorial oversight taking place there. Meaning, I assume that at the very least some editor reads stories before approving them for publication.
The story Luis sent me a link to was a story about how Moby (DJ, electronic music artist, and vegan/animal rights advocate) published a post on his Facebook page stating that he met with some friends who work in Washington (DC) and now has “evidence” that Donald Trump is being blackmailed by Russia.
Here’s the crazy thing. I’ve been so desensitized by the entertainment and distraction masquerading as being worthy of attention (i.e. the news) that I almost missed just how ridiculous this is.
It’s not that Moby isn’t entitled to his opinions. He is. And he gets to post them on his Facebook page. That’s fine.
But that’s not news. And it’s not worthy of my attention.
Also – and this just now occurs to me – I recently heard on the radio that Moby has a new autobiography. The fact that he was interviewed for an hour on a nationwide, syndicated NPR program that normally deals with slightly more “serious” topics, suggests to me that he has some major PR dollars behind him right now.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the HuffPo “news” was paid for by his PR agency.
But that’s also fine. HuffPo gets to take money and publish whatever it wants. And PR agencies get to buy media spots.
The thing that baffles me is that we give it our attention.
Any of it.
Not just HuffPo and Moby and Russian prostitutes allegedly urinating on the now-President of the United States for money.
But any of it that isn’t something real to us. Real as in this right here and now. This presently. These feelings, sensations, sounds, and people. And our sense of connection with what is real.
Because Moby and PR agencies and HuffPo and Donald Trump only get to have as much power and sway as we give them.
It’s our power. And we’re the one’s being swayed.
We get to choose to be mesmerized or not.
Think about this for a second. If we as individuals were true to our hearts, who would build the bombs? Who would wage the wars? Who would cut down forests? Who would build and run factory farms? Who would mine and enrich nuclear fuel?
Donald Trump can’t do anything you and I can’t do as individuals.
Moby can’t either.
Nor can Ariana Huffington.
We give our power away to a sociopathic energy.
Why do we do it?
I can tell you why I do it.
Because I’m afraid of fear.
Fear isn’t the problem.
Fear is fine. It’s right to be afraid when there are scary and dangerous things.
But I’m afraid to be afraid. So I’ve listened to the news, voted for leaders, had gurus, and prayed to Jesus.
Please save me from myself, has been my prayer. Save me from feeling anything I don’t want to feel. Keep me in my safe cocoon.
But I’ve been praying to a sociopathic energy.
The prayer itself feeds the sociopathic energy.
I no longer believe that what I need is prayer. What I need is connection.
And I get to choose that. Here and now. Always.