The Unnoticed Symbolism in Our Calendar's Year End Arc.

A brief thought on yet another ending cycle.

We of the Gregorian calendar fandom in the U.S. are wrapping up the last, and most important, of the year’s arcs.  It starts, as all things do, with death. Halloween is a celebration of the Past draped in a white sheet with two holes for eyes. The ghosts, ghouls and preternatural fixings are players acting as a signpost guiding us in a single direction: that which came before. In other words, it’s a holiday for resurrecting our individual and collective memories.

As the shadows of night fade into the East of morning, so too can our sight of the Past and of its lessons. Take notes. The Past is wasted upon ghosts, yet it springs to life in our service when carried into the Present. Arms now full, we rest briefly upon the crossroads of Thanksgiving. Here we celebrate the offspring of Knowledge (past) and Effort (present): The Harvest. And celebrate we should, as sometimes the Cornucopia yields only bitter lessons to fill our aching stomachs. But don’t lose hope. Those years that come to us all. Remember: lessons put our individual or collective memory blossom into the gift of new Knowledge. A wonderful feast, indeed.

Speaking of gifts, here comes Christmas faster than a speeding planogram. Jests aside, Christmas is a celebration of altruism, made possible after we Harvest environments stable enough to allow us non-survival seconds in which to ponder non-self depths. We’re encouraged to be better humans, and ponder what the world could be, might be if that pursuit, no matter how small, was the year-round norm. And that, kids, is the true meaning of Christmas: it is all about the future. Gifts are carried into the future. Acts of kindness are carried into the future. A warm greeting is carried into the future. Goodwill is carried into the future. Our own journey is a path only ever found under steps yet to fall.    

Past, Present, and Future arcing just in time to turn the page to whatever cute chicken or posed pile of puppies adorns a fresh calendar’s January. Muscle, Mind, and Vision symbolically prompted into resolutions as a starting gun is about to fire. Coincidence? Jung may have a thought or two on that while burping Baby New Year. Holidays, stories, and myths are old, remember. Terribly old. Yet, here they are, like gravity’s anchor, and they will continue to both cause and play in our mental tidepools. They exist for practical reasons, after all. It’s been said stories and myths are the mind exploring the world. I like that. I really dig the follow up: stories and myths are the mind exploring itself. Creator and Creation dressed as the other for the local Chicken and Egg Convention. They are us, after all.

Let’s wrap this up, gentle reader. ‘Brief’ was my second word.

Know your Past. Act upon your Present. Be a gift to your Future. It’s right here in the manual, unless I am missing something.

Be well. Happy New Year.

Sam

Star Trek Meant I Had A Future

People have argued for decades about the differences between Star Wars and Star Trek, and which is best. 

I have the answer. Star Trek. Case closed.

For me, at least.

Star Wars staked its second-place territory in the first few seconds of its birth.

Star Wars was the past. It was a history lesson. Might as well have been a documentary. Did I love it? Absolutely! A proper telling of the Hero’s Journey can shed illumination on many levels. Plus, it was just plain fun. However, it was left to me to apply those lessons, and there was not much of a point of trying since I would be dead soon. You see, it was the 1970's,

Star Wars debuted at toy stores everywhere on May 25, 1977. I was seven. Star Trek, however, debuted on September 8^th, 1966. My parents hadn’t even remotely had THE SEX event that caused my existence. Star Trek, opposed to Star Wars, took place in the year 2265. It was a HUMAN future grown from my own Earth. Star Wars took place somewhere else and was long gone. Star Trek was a future where we FIXED things. Yes, it took hitting rock bottom in another cycle of war, but we stood back up swinging. We were alive and thriving by our works, our efforts, and our embracing of what it meant to be human. We were explorers. Innovators. Enablers of advancement and the exchange of ideas. We finally decided to not kill ourselves. That’s important. Paramount, in fact. I watched Star Trek when it was in syndication in the mid and late 70’s. The Cold War was a laugh a minute party even us kids knew about thanks to the atomic bomb drills. We got to kneel under our little desks and pretend they would save us from what happened to the Japanese children living in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Yeah. Don’t teach kids about World War II and not expect at least some of them to connect data points. Especially when you tell them the bomb (Hiroshima) dropped at a little after eight in the morning on a Monday. A few of us looked at the clock and did the math. We also knew the joyous wonder of waiting in long lines at gas stations while our mothers and fathers swore and muttered under their breaths about a Misery Index and the fuel shortage. The President had to wear sweaters in the White House to keep warm. We were taught a new, unstoppable Ice Age was coming to swallow the world, if mass starvation and a Population Bomb didn’t do it first. The Club of Rome sold millions of its report on why the planet would soon be a husk. (Does any of this sound familiar in current year? Just curious.) Penny on Good Times wasn’t safe. You had a Death Wish if you walked in Central Park any time of day. Even Saturday morning children television programs weren’t immune. The live-action Ark II took place hundreds of years in the future on our (wait for it) devastated planet, foreshadowing the post-apocalyptic movies of the 80’s we consumed as teens. At least it had a jet pack. That was pretty sweet. Killer bees were coming from the south to sting all my friends to death. Disaster films competed with Nature Turned Killer films at the box office. Logan ran and ran until he bumped into a bunch of damn, dirty apes. And don’t get me started on 70’s music. I lost count of all the clowns sent into cat’s cradles aboard the Edmund Fitzgerald after the new kid in town showed up. Do you see the landscape I’m raking? Some of us early Gen X’ers didn’t have much to grasp in the hopes of a future. Except, perhaps, that one weirdly appealing sci-fi program with that guy from In Search Of. That one example of a future, not perfect, but there and striving. That five-year mission with a crew from my future. 

Image from Alpha Memory, (c) Paramount

Star Trek was an optimistic vision in the midst of times filled largely with the opposite. This is not an Earth-shaking new statement. Many have made this observation before, and its been the subject of many interviews and documentaries. Search “star trek documentary” in IMDB and you’ll find twelve different titles alone. Beyond The Final Frontier (2007), Trekkies (1997), The Captains (2011), and For The Love of Spock (2016) are a good start. So is How William Shatner Changed The World (2005). It’s well-known, for example, that Star Trek inspired Martin Cooper to create the first cell phone. Remember that the next time you're watching a cat video on Facebook or Twitter while sitting in your car, or while watching Netflix at work. You can thank Star Trek for that.  
 

Time to wrap this up. Like I said, there’s tons of material about the impact of Star Trek on society at large, right down to individuals all over the world. Like me. I simply want to say I am grateful for all the actors, writers, production staff and everyone past and present involved in crafting Roddenberry’s little space western. I am grateful for all the fans who have stayed passionate despite the ups and downs. I am grateful for people like James Cawley who turned a labor of love into a Trek shrine in Ticonderoga, NY you can visit and stroll through.

Check it out here:  https://strongarmlabs.blogspot.com/2018/09/star-trek-tos-set-tour-set-phasers-to.html .

From the efforts of all these individuals, from all YOU wonderful people, I learned the future is not lost. Thank you.

Be well, gentle reader. Live long and prosper.