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We often think of blue as a color of melancholy. Why, I do not know, but I could guess that it might have something to do with the way we miss our true, fully expressed selves when we fall prey to the forces of fear and doubt. And there is no way we can recapture the full expression of our uniqueness as long as we allow others, outside of ourselves, to define us as individuals. We are people, not sheeple, and when we act like only followers to others, we contribute to the demise of our own true spirits. So a Blue Alert seems frightening as well as sad, perhaps, at this time of wide-spread disempowerment.
Are we afraid of our courage, of what it might demand of us? Or are we afraid that if we abandon Red and Orange Alerts and look to Blue ones, that we’ll lose the energy that adrenalin stirs up in us. Adrenalin is a strong drug. Combine it with the steady drip of daily atrocities we feed upon from media, and there is a nasty high that keeps us sleeping in a sense of false safety.
I’d take the Blues any day over oblivion of the mind. Blue Alert then, bring it on.
