My best childhood friend recently fell out with me because he wanted to convince me to accept a certain individual—who styles himself a revolutionary—as the future president of my country.
I asked him: “Why is it that we Haitians always seem to love making former prisoners our heads of state?
And not just any prisoners, mind you, but specifically those who have committed reprehensible acts that fully deserved to be punished?”
Without wishing to be blasphemous, this reminded me of the Catholic Creed—a text that has always intrigued me, and particularly that passage which states:
“He descended into hell and ascended into heaven, where he sits at the right hand of the Father.”
Yet, it seems that for our local politicians, it is precisely within the walls of a prison that they discover the full set of rules enabling them to run for the highest office in the land. Thus, in their eyes, the ultimate school of political science is to be found within penal institutions—whether located here at home or abroad.
Unfortunately for us, once they have managed to seize the seat of power, they begin to fancy themselves God the Father—or else they surround themselves with a band of leftist cronies who help them immolate the very people they devour like lambs.
And when we refuse to follow them like mindless sheep,
They throw us into prison to teach us a few lessons in submission.
Steeped as I am in both Christianity and Christendom, I have been led to draw connections between politics and theology—specifically Catholic theology—hence my question:
When will the Day of Pentecost arrive?
So that, finally, the people may celebrate the descent of the Holy Spirit upon all—not merely upon a few believers or fanatics, but upon the entire populace.
How many fifty-day periods following Easter have we spent in hope of the true birth and the confirmation of Haiti’s independence?
We must cease creating the kind of confusion that I have taken my friend to task for.
It is these spirits that must be exorcised first.
To echo Zarathustra: when a country is in a chaotic state like Haiti’s, it is an indication that the minds of its inhabitants are teeming with thoughts—yet all are confused—for our thoughts, too, require serenity and peace as ingredients if they are to produce anything sound and stable.
To the best of my knowledge, none of these conditions have been met; is this not why the outcome we are left with is anguish and despair?
Where have the true Sunday homilies gone—those that once offered guidance to prevent the faithful from being compelled to follow their baser instincts and make poor choices?
This state of affairs is due to the selfishness and avarice of a small societal elite—an elite that, in its quest to monopolize everything, forced the majority to adopt the path of deductive logic rather than intuition. Intuition, the very “eye of the soul,” could have molded us into better human beings living in harmony, had it been through that lens that we were educated.
Now that we have arrived at a crossroads—where, thanks to technology, communication is no longer a guarded preserve; where everyone is beginning to uncover the deception and seeks to overturn the status quo; and where this elite finds itself confronted with the harsh reality that *something* must be done—it has finally grasped that it is sailing in the very same boat as everyone else, social and economic disparities notwithstanding.
Those small groups—who have always managed to pass the gavel among themselves and who had held the country hostage—now realize that they must implement changes; changes that are proving to be drastic, given that the backlog accumulated by the majority—thus alienated—has reached dramatic proportions. Is this why they advocate for a New World Order, at the cost of great financial and human sacrifice?
Given that Higher Intelligences had foreseen all of this, provisions have been made to accommodate those souls who will not prove equal to the task of navigating these monumental changes.
For, as Zarathustra once said:
He believed that our purpose in life is to participate in the renewal of the world as it progresses toward perfection.
We were confronted with a Devil who hindered our progress, and a God even more wrathful—both serving to prevent us from seeing clearly through the charade being played out before us.
Now, the game demands a clean break—and even the most righteous will be saved only with the utmost difficulty.
A word to the wise is sufficient.🫡