Dear reader,
It's been a while and my goodness does it feel good to be back. Come here you, give me a hug :D
Yesterday I was walking a mall in Nottingham. Winter has arrived and festivity approaches as the many decorations have emerged all over the city. Christmas trees, hanging lights and lanterns, flashing lights, even carols and famous Christmas tunes were being played by musicians on the streets as well as in the shops themselves; Tom Jones was singing "Baby it's Cold Outside".
While I genuinely love that Christmas brings everyone's spirit together (as I am all for oneness and completeness, rather than separation), the very spiritual connected-ness that I had been seeking was lost completely in what we people call "shopping".
As much as I want to base this blog around Christmas and it's true meaning and why consumerism has sucked the life out of religious celebration, I will for today at least, refrain from doing so. Sigh with me now :). Today's blog post is entirely about consumerism in western society and rather looking at the word as a term as one would find in the dictionary or get taught as in a classroom (artificial constructs of the brain), I want you to for the purposes of this blog imagine it as a large monster, like the one found in fairytales, the one that children hide from under their pillows.
