Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Heresy; the Jo Cox Legacy

I awoke today to see articles in the news commemorating the death of Jo Cox. It's nearly a year since her apparent death and watching the media that reported it at the time now solidify it in our country's history made me think of heresy. If we look at the etymology of the word heresy we can see it connotes history; heritage, inheritance. People that have a different heritage, a different history, a different version of events become heretics. They don't believe the state orthodoxy, they have their own traditions counter to the orthodox.

The story of King Herod, who killed the first born, also comes to mind. In many cultures of course it's the first born that inherit the family legacy. It's interesting to note that the name of Herodotus, the famed Greek historian, also begins with Herod. So it would seem if we follow this etymological logic that the so-called "father of history" actually had a name simply meaning historian.

I had a dream last night that seemed rather prescient of this topic. I normally don't put too much score on dreams but this one was quite vivid. In it I was trying to explain to people how an international elite often subvert democracies by using the media and the military, but as I was doing it a dog, the colour of a fox, kept jumping up at me and playfully biting my hands so I couldn't tell the story.

I can't help but wonder if the dream was telling me to be more cautious when it comes to telling people this sort of stuff, or to stop proselytising to people who don't want to hear it. Maybe it's more sensible to simply make sure the candle of alternative history doesn't get blown out than to run around looking for kindling?

As I sit struggling to type this on my phone as I ride the bus to work in these early hours it's apparent to me that by simply not believing the official state history we now find ourselves as heretics, holding views different to the great mass of other people.

The official state religion has created the myth of a martyr, that true or false, we simply don't believe. By not believing this myth we find ourselves in the position of heretic, outcasts with our own tradition.

Maybe this is how many secret traditions began. A counter history that was forced into secrecy rather than chosen for secrecy.

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