I’m so dumbfounded by the cascade of conspiracies. Nah, that’s not right. I’m heartbroken by them. Because they say a heck of a lot more about our societal temperature than the fires in LA themselves.

I had a friend very recently ask me why I’m not “weighing in” on what caused the fires in LA.

I’ll tell you why.

We live in a timeframe where people are so dedicated to creating a fictional narrative in order to manufacture the illusion of some sort of ”control” via “figuring it all out”, in a world that’s spinning off its hinges—that it’s tipped into what could easily be considered clinical delusion. Or perhaps mass hysteria.

And I’m not a psychotherapist. So I can’t assist folks who not only want to believe in the devil they know—but create a devil to know, just out of convenient habit.

Right now, in this social climate, people need to believe they have it secretly figured out. Because if they do, then they can secretly figure out how to avoid more chaos, because maybe none of this is real? Maybe it’s all planted, a plot by the “have’s” to take from the “have-nots”.

People want to believe what they want to believe. I say—let them.

It does no good to tell people who want to believe in “evil Santa” that Santa Ana winds, sparking downed power lines, a drought in the southwest, arson, and a fire hydrant system in the Palisades that is NOT pressure-rated to be tapped all at once to battle wildfires, but to be used to put out store-front spot-blazes one at a time, like any city hydrant system—is the cause of the rampage.

So many people want a fall-guy: Newsom, Democrats, fire service not clearing brush, space lasers, energy weapons, elites (who are burning down their own homes?? This one loses me completely) — the Easter bunny—it doesn’t matter. The need for rage and blame is a deflection mechanism.

Let’s just deflect all our fear of a planet that’s trying to dry us and blow us and freeze us and drown us off her surface—onto a faceless, nameless conspiracy that we can all agree on.

In psychology, that’s called transference, where in this case, we take a deep-seated fear of something we can do NOTHING about (global weather change) and instead, cast that fear onto a fictional character we collectively create, the faceless “them”, who are operating the HAARP array and energy weapons to kill the planet.

Because if we transfer our fear from a non-human ecological villain to a sociological human villain—now we can relate with the chaos. Perhaps if a faceless group of humans is doing all this, we now have a fictitious chance of finding the fictitious villain—and stopping the carnage.

We swap a faceless planet with a faceless group of people. At least we psychologically believe we have a shot at rooting out “the bad people” and saving the planet. Or so that storyline goes. I sincerely doubt the earth is afraid of us. We know she’s not. We know she can sneeze us off her surface, and never break a sweat.

And that’s terrifying to much of humanity, the species whose narcissism is at an all-time high, especially in the United States of America(n) Denial.

So commenting on the fires is a waste of keystrokes, for as many as want to believe in the “they” narrative. For as many who need to believe in it, to calm their last fried nerve.

This is a heinous tragedy. A perfect storm of climate change and too many people in one place. It will continue being a tragedy as the winds kick back up.

We should be meditating and praying for rain. Some are. Most are not. Most are spinning the fear-transferred stories of this or that villain, from their armchairs, quarterbacking a disaster that rages in the “them” place, while the god of the “wholesome us” wags its consequencial finger in the face of those who have lost everything.

When we become numb to the suffering of others, we have utterly lost our humanity. This is why I’m dumbfounded. This is why I’m heartbroken. Because in a timeframe where we should be coming together for the benefit of those who have lost it all (and many are), just as many folks lean back into their armchairs and distract themselves with space lasers and energy weapons, and tales of purposeful attacks on communications centers.

Better to make our foe faceless humans—than the ground we stand upon and the air we breathe.

For there’s nowhere to go, but together—on a planet sliding into an ice age.