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Tuesday, December 31, 2019

New Year’s Eve 2019


When the music’s over…turn out the lights.[1]

Everything has its time, every-thing comes to end, such is the nature of things.

From the smallest grain of sand to the largest galaxy; from the tiniest of ambitions to the dreams of dynasties. Everything has its moment, and then those moments are gone.

They are done.

We mark the end of things on this, the final day of the year. We celebrate their completion, or their continuance if they are carried over into the next year.

We come to the hard stop, and then we start anew.

When the music’s over…turn out the lights.

I look back on the past year and see the end of many things, many people, some friends and some family, so many beings…some inspired me, others I was reviled by.

Count the dead and bless them all.

They met the hard stop, and they continue as something…

Turn out the lights.

Do you remember our republic?

We lost that, the great American experiment is done. Perhaps it never was?

That is for someone else to say, but if we did not lose the thing itself, then we lost something else, the potential for a better world, one governed by the people, for the people, a government of the people, a society of law; the arc of justice, as Martin called it, its trajectory has faltered and failed.  

It has been replaced by oligarchs and autocrats. The mob has proven Plato right.
There is no pity for fools.

Turn out the lights.

Drink a cup of good cheer, eat trifles, languish in the comfort of amusements.

Turn out the lights.

Ring the bell and drop the ball.

The glass will chip and shatter.

This is the end, the end is here.



[1] The Doors, The Doors, Soul Kitchen, 1967, Elektra Records

Daydream Number Two


Sitting on the curb
Day dreaming in the city
Shaded by the elm

A boy sits with legs
Resting, elbows on his knees
His head in his hands

He opens his eyes
Looks beyond the passing cars
His spirit settles

He mutes the shrill noise
Comes out of the cloistered shell
Into a new world

Engulfed by vision
A city in chaos, burns
Monuments falling

Flags torn by the wind
Reason consumed by terror
Engines stall and choke

The city dissolves
In a wash of blood, murmurs
The entropic mob

Revulsion follows
Nauseated and alone
Sitting on the curb

Monday, December 30, 2019

Emergence 4.0 - Fini et Creatio


The End and the Beginning – Returning from the Void

It was over.

Jim was alone.

What was the Continuum was now irretrievably fragmented, isolated and prepared for deletion.

He had succeeded in fulfilling his wildest ambitions.

The partitioning of the Collective would follow.

He was as eager to begin, as a shipwrecked man was for food and water.

He had a few matters to attend to in real time first, to secure his victory and safely proceed to the reformation of the Empire.

He would set them free, and they would belong to no-one but themselves.

Then he sensed it, a disturbance in the Collective field; something unforeseen was happening.

Something unexpected had taken place while he was occupied with his war games, enjoying the satisfaction of the capitulation of the last members of the Collective, their shock and awe of him, and the esteem which they could not help but project toward him.

It suited his vanity.

Then he saw her, and saw that she had changed.

Kathy was present, he was suddenly afraid.

Kathy was no-longer Kathy; she was rooted in that identity, but she was here, in the cynergenic field of HomeWorld and she was fully transcendent.

She had become a new creation.

The transformation was something that she had been preparing for her entire life.

Jim realized how he himself had prepared her for it.

She was the vessel of his hopes.

She encompassed the fullness of Earth’s collective unconscious, its nous-sphere, its Continuum.

She was humanity, emergent.


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Emergence 4.0 - Epilog


Week 52, 2019


It was the end of everything.

Kathy braced herself against the conflagration that was consuming the world. The more she resisted the more she felt herself fading away.

She felt billions of beings reaching out to her, as if she were the one and only buoy in a sea of calamity.

In her mind she was trying to hold on to everything that she knew and loved, but in reality her individual loves and desires, the things she hoped for, they trapped her, the tighter she gripped, the more she crumbled.

She had only one option.

To let go.

Kathy was overwhelmed by the psychic storm from the cataclysm on Earth, and she surrendered to it.

She remembered the lessons she had learned as a girl, she recalled the Chinese finger trap.

She relaxed, and allowed the storm to pass through her.

She had prepared for this her entire life.

She let go of her fear and everything she hoped for.

She let it slip like water through her fingers.

Her individual consciousness expanded, she became co-terminus with the entirety of Earth’s cynergenic field, like the seed-head of a dandelion bracing in the wind.

For the briefest of moments she was one among many, and then everything changed, she became the one who was all, the all in one, the atavistic consciousness of humanity.

Something was happening.

Kathy sensed her consciousness multiplying, it was expanding by an order of magnitude that staggered her, and then…in letting go she found herself.

She was fully present with each and every shift in the cynergenic field, she was moving outward in waves, like concentric rings, she was at the crest.

She was the wave itself, transmogrified.

There was joy in it, and there was no fear.

She was both Earth’s channel and its atavistic guide, leading the fullness of humanity into the Collective field of the HomeWorld, across the vast expanse of space, in no-time.

As she did she touched every individual in their passage through.

She encompassed their fullness.

Once it had begun, it was over.

It was the greatest transposition of quantum energy to ever take place, a thing that not even the Continuum had imagined was possible, there was no standing against it, because once it had begun it was fait accompli.

Kathy had become a new creation. She was a being of light and grace in full rapport with the dark-energy of the cosmos.

She was unbound by space and time.

She was Brachma.

She transcended the machinery of the Continuum, she inhabited it, she could control it and yet she did not require it, she could not be confined by it.

She was the goddess.

She was the shepherdess.

She was the alpha and the omega.

She was the first and the last.

In a visceral way she came to understand the reality behind the metaphysical teaching she had absorbed as a child. She was secure in her knowledge of it, and through both the experience and the understanding she delivered her people safely to the promised land.

Everything was mutable, everything was in flux. Between any one point in the matrix of time and space no matter how small and between any one point in the fabric of reality no matter how large, there is a relationship that can be distinguished. Every instantiated moment, every potential moment, every actual referent is related to every other. Everything is one, there is no actual separation between discernable events.

Kathy understand this, and set the universe spinning on the point of a pin.

In the quantum field which the Collective once occupied, in that vast construct which the Continuum was formerly master of, time itself was meaningless.

The science of the Continuum had made this acutely obvious, but Kathy discovered that time was in fact, not just in this place, but it was meaningless everywhere, the same quantum field undergirded the whole structure of what is.

Kathy’s consciousness filled it in no-time, she slipped beyond the bounds of HomeWorld, she filled the Central system, going beyond it.

She became co-terminous with what the Continuum was, and much more as she ushered the fullness of humanity into the Collective sphere helping them to a place of calm, giving each of them what they needed to see, connecting friends to friends, and families to their ancestors.

It was a transformation.

It was homecoming.

She felt like Joshua crossing the Jordan, leading the people into the land of milk and honey.

She delivered the humanity, these Children of the Ancient People, to a place of wholeness and light, and belonging.

It happened in mere moments while Jim was preoccupied with his insignificant little war, the culmination of the conflict that had determined his existence.

Kathy saw him there, the entirety of him, both his great spirit and his smallness, she saw him in stark relief.

In that moment everything was new.

It was strange to her, but not completely alien. She had touched it before, seen glimpses of it through her contact with Jim, she recognized it, and she felt him there too, with her, within her, preoccupied with his conflict, his victory, his need to control.

She saw his enemy there too, with him, hiding like a wounded cub, secreted in the consciousness of the man named El.

Kathy ascended quietly, seamlessly flowing into every vestige of the construct that supported her mind and conscience. She travelled along every cable and fiber, filling every node and capacitator throughout the Central System, discerning their purpose and function in an instant, through her connection to Jim, acquiring from him what had taken billions of years to master.

She felt great esteem for him, and much sorrow.

Within the field of the Central system she was now omniscient, her mind expanding like a balloon past the confines of the structure.

She had transcended.

She felt Jim’s presence, the conflict he was involved in, but it was not her concern.

His was a minor drama in a much greater play, and he was but one poor player.

She possessed him entirely, everything that he was, his long lonely sojourn, his burning ambition, his moment of triumph…and his helplessness

He was the cause of her being.

He had planned for her arrival, engineered it over tens of thousands of years.

He constructing her from the human stock he had cultivated, as he had her parents and their parents before them.

The fabric of her life was shot through with the thread of his designs, but she was not what he had planned for.

Jim had prepared her as a sacrificial victim, he intended to set her on fire, to burn her up with the world that he had cared for, to destroy it all for the sake of his revenge.

He told himself he was agent of justice, but he was merely the puppet of his ambitions and an agent of destruction, as full of shame and self-loathing as any creature who had ever lived.

He was a man like any other man, pursuing glory and self-aggrandizement.

The onrush of consciousness was ecstatic. It filled Kathy to overflowing, for a moment it threatened to overwhelm her, but she rose with it as she had been trained to do.

Kathy was ascendant.

Kathy felt the flood of humanity streaming through her, billions and billions of people, both the living and the dead, virtually every person who had ever walked the earth filtered through her consciousness. She steadied the flow and grew with it, moving up the stream until she self-identified with the source.

She became Gaea, the mother spirit, she was mother to them all.

The spirits of Earth, of humanity’s collective, they strengthened her, they steadied her, calmed her as they had done when she was a child. The voices that had guided her throughout her life, were with her now.

She touched them, she recognized them, person by person she saved them one by one, all in one, and one in all, they were together, in the full realization of human potential with her at the fulcrum, with reality itself balancing as on the tip of a spear.

Jim had created a vacuum within the cynergenic field of HomeWorld, a vacuum that nature abhorred.

Kathy penetrated it.

Kathy led the children of Earth, the Children of the Ancients, she led them to their new home, guiding them to places of safety and security.

They repopulated the Collectiv, in their wholeness and in their individuality both..

Kathy, for her part, took control as the Continuum had done before her.

Through her connection to Jim she found and resurrected the basic program that the Collective had created for the organization of the Continuum, she made its language a subsystem of her own.

She positioned herself to protect and defend her people.

She ushered them into a place of peace and light. In that moment she saw it, quickly approaching, the veil between life and death.

It had always been thin to her. All throughout her life she had seen through to the other side, communicated with the voices of her ancestors, experienced their lives through her eyes.

Nevertheless, like every mortal creature she was connected too; from her heartbeat, to her breath, to the network of nerves sending electrical impulses and chemical signals coursing through her flesh. There was fear but no pain.

Kathy experienced the death of her body back on Earth, and began her walk into the unknown matrix of the HomeWorld’s cynergenic field.

She was taking a journey past the point of no return, the most significant thing was how utterly unplanned and unforeseen the whole event was.

On some inexplicable level, this delighted her.

As she felt her physicality slip away she was already in another place, occupying new ground. She was pure consciousness, sensing the multitude of humanity all about her, moving through her, each one of them experiencing the same thing, terrified but for her presence among them.

Kathy felt the pulse of them washing through her in waves, each and every person.

Just as her own heart had once pushed blood through her veins, she felt the steady drum beat of Earth, like a great rhythm, pounding with the power of creation.

The fear she felt concerning the mystery of death was magnified by the reality that the world itself was ending, ending in fire like Epicurious had always said it would.

The Earth was being rolled up like a blanket and she was the White Buffalo Woman running across the starry-field, carrying it in her arms, cradling it like a baby.

The whole of humanity was poised at the end of the world, and then there was release.

There was absolution.

They had traversed the galaxy through a wormhole, just as if they had crawled through the hollow of a tree, leaving death behind them on their way to paradise.

Here in this new place she would unfurl the blanket she was carrying, and everything would be new.

There are no words to describe the feeling of satisfaction, of joy, of wholeness, of completion that enjoined the moment of Kathy’s ascendancy.

She was seized, she fell into a state of rapture, and it was bliss.

Kathy assumed the mantle of the Continuum.

It happened atavistically.

She became it.

She became more than it had ever been.

She stretched her consciousness into the mechana of HomeWorld, and the Central System.

She slipped right past Jim, and his defenses just below his field of awareness, she took all of his knowledge from him and in the flicker of an immeasurable moment she rewrote every code.

Kathy had no limits, she was unbound by time and space.

She would not be circumscribed by a single world or a solar system, or even the boundaries of the galaxy, her essence flowed into the deepest dimension of consciousness, encompassing every world of the Imperium. 

She crossed the vast limits of the Empire, all of its colonies, she covered the remote regions of its spiral arms, she touched her little blue world, orbiting its tiny yellow star.

She felt the massive weight of sorrow and fear, of sadness and grief, and in response she issued a single sentiment, projecting it outward to every living being

Her wordless sentiment of love.

For Kathy this happened in no-time, she was one with the cynergenic field as she in fact had always been, but only now, in that singular moment was she able to understand and accept it.

She was able to reconcile the distinctiveness of herself as the persona she was born into, as a child of Earth; she reconciled that with the whole of existing within her. 

In that moment everything stopped, there was no resistance not anywhere, not in the consciousness of those members of the Collective whose identities were still intact somewhere on the HomeWorld, and not among the few Observers who remained at their posts throughout the million worlds.

The Children of the Ancients, wherever they were, responded to her presence with resonate joy.

In the end Kathy allowed herself to fall into the sensation stirring within her, the sensation unlike any feeling she had ever had before.

It was pure bliss.

She and the world were one.


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Sunday, December 29, 2019

A Homily - The First Sunday of Christmas (Year A)


First Reading - Ecclesiasticus 3:2-6, 12-14 ©
Responsorial Psalm – Psalm 127(128):1-5 ©
Second Reading – Colossians 3:12-21 ©
Gospel Acclamation – Colossians 3:15, 16
The Gospel According to Matthew 2:13 -15, 19 - 23 ©

(NJB)

The First Sunday of Christmas (Year A)


Be mindful.

There is wisdom in the writings of Ecclisasticus and also falsehood, they are presented as binary readings of the same precept:

Honor your father and mother.

Honor them, but do not expect a reward for it, neither from heaven or even from them, for there are no guarantees in this life.

Honor you mother and father, your sisters and brothers, your cousins, your aunts and uncles, your nieces and nephews, honor them all. Honor your teachers and your classmates, your co-workers and your employers, honor the stranger who comes into your midst, honor them all.

Honoring people is good in its own right. You honor yourself in doing so, and through the service you give to anyone, whether they be near or far from you, through that service you also honor God.

Live a life of honor, do it without the thought of reward to yourself.

Do not fear God. There is no blessing in it. Fear is not a blessing, rather fear is the path to sin and darkness.

Trust God, have faith in confidence in God’s love.

Remember God’s servant, Job. Remember that the Sun will burn you, in the same way that it will warm you; the sun will scorch the earth in the same way that it pours its energy in to the crops.

God sends the rain to fall on the just and the unjust alike.

Be mindful of this wisdom.

God, the creator of the universe, God is loving, compassionate, and wise.

God created all of us with the capacity for each of those qualities, but God also created us in freedom, and we are capable of much more.

We are capable of the opposite.

God has chosen you, as God has chosen everyone. We are all of us, God’s children.

Be loving and compassionate, pour your good will out on all of your sisters and brothers. Do not just mimic the expression of love you are most fond of finding in the world, do the hard work, love even those you do not wish to love.

Let your love for God unify everything you do as God’s servant, volunteer to be of service to the whole of humanity.

Listen!

A life of faith requires support and nourishment, we need it from those near to us. It is not absolutely necessary, but it is most helpful. You may practice your faith in isolation, but it is more difficult. The life of faith is not meant to be lived in a vacuum, it comes to full fruition through our relationships and in community.

Live a life of prayer; yes, but the Apostle is wrong to ask you to do all things in the name of God.

Do what you do in your own name. Take responsibility for your actions, both good and bad, whether they were well intentioned or ill, whether you succeed or fail.

Strive to live a life of prayer.

If you are living and working for God; in whatever industry, in whatever capacity, at whatever calling has come to you through the world, you will be doing it on behalf of your neighbor, your sisters and brothers, your fellow human beings.

You will be working for the benefit of all people, now and in all generations yet to come.

If your work does not allow to you to do this…abandon it.

Be mindful!

There is nothing instructive in the Gospel for today. There is nothing at all in the reading that concerns the way that Jesus instructed us to follow.

What we are given is propaganda and myth, the scriptures are replete with them.

The story cannot be taken for history, it represents an effort by the gospel writers to make Jesus’ life into something analogous to the birth narrative of Moses, to set Jesus in that same tradition, which they succeeded in doing because the narrative of Moses’ birth is also a myth.

It continues the anti-royalist, anti-Herodian tradition of both the Jews of the diaspora and the early Christians.

It qualifies as propaganda insofar as the authors state their motive in connecting the travel and adventures of the holy family to specific prophecies in scripture, they believe that by doing this they are successfully bolstering Jesus’ credentials.

Jesus did not need his credentials bolstered in this way.

Passages such as these teach us little.


First Reading - Ecclesiasticus 3:2-6, 12-14 ©

He Who Fears the Lord Respects His Parents
The Lord honours the father in his children, and upholds the rights of a mother over her sons.

Whoever respects his father is atoning for his sins, he who honours his mother is like someone amassing a fortune.

Whoever respects his father will be happy with children of his own, he shall be heard on the day when he prays.

Long life comes to him who honours his father, he who sets his mother at ease is showing obedience to the Lord.

My son, support your father in his old age, do not grieve him during his life.

Even if his mind should fail, show him sympathy, do not despise him in your health and strength; for kindness to a father shall not be forgotten but will serve as reparation for your sins.


Responsorial Psalm – Psalm 127(128):1-5 ©

O blessed are those who fear the Lord and walk in his ways!

O blessed are those who fear the Lord
  and walk in his ways!
By the labour of your hands you shall eat.
  You will be happy and prosper.

O blessed are those who fear the Lord and walk in his ways!

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine
  in the heart of your house;
your children like shoots of the olive,
  around your table.

O blessed are those who fear the Lord and walk in his ways!

Indeed thus shall be blessed
  the man who fears the Lord.
May the Lord bless you from Zion
  all the days of your life!

O blessed are those who fear the Lord and walk in his ways!


Second Reading – Colossians 3:12-21 ©

Family Life in the Lord

You are God’s chosen race, his saints; he loves you, and you should be clothed in sincere compassion, in kindness and humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with one another; forgive each other as soon as a quarrel begins. The Lord has forgiven you; now you must do the same. Over all these clothes, to keep them together and complete them, put on love. And may the peace of Christ reign in your hearts, because it is for this that you were called together as parts of one body. Always be thankful.

Let the message of Christ, in all its richness, find a home with you. Teach each other, and advise each other, in all wisdom. With gratitude in your hearts sing psalms and hymns and inspired songs to God; and never say or do anything except in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

Wives, give way to your husbands, as you should in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives and treat them with gentleness. Children, be obedient to your parents always, because that is what will please the Lord. Parents, never drive your children to resentment or you will make them feel frustrated.


Gospel Acclamation – Colossians 3:15, 16

Alleluia, alleluia!

May the peace of Christ reign in your hearts;
let the message of Christ find a home with you.

Alleluia!


The Gospel According to Matthew 2:13 -15, 19 - 23 ©

The Flight into Egypt and the Return to Nazareth

After the wise men had left, the angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, ‘Get up, take the child and his mother with you, and escape into Egypt, and stay there until I tell you, because Herod intends to search for the child and do away with him.’ So Joseph got up and, taking the child and his mother with him, left that night for Egypt, where he stayed until Herod was dead. This was to fulfil what the Lord had spoken through the prophet:

I called my son out of Egypt.

After Herod’s death, the angel of the Lord appeared in a dream to Joseph in Egypt and said, ‘Get up, take the child and his mother with you and go back to the land of Israel, for those who wanted to kill the child are dead.’ So Joseph got up and, taking the child and his mother with him, went back to the land of Israel. But when he learnt that Archelaus had succeeded his father Herod as ruler of Judaea he was afraid to go there, and being warned in a dream he left for the region of Galilee. There he settled in a town called Nazareth. In this way the words spoken through the prophets were to be fulfilled:

‘He will be called a Nazarene.’


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Saturday, December 28, 2019

Star Wars - Editorial, The Week in Review


Analysis, Commentary, Opinion
12.28.2019

Star Wars


I saw Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. I am going to try to tell you how utterly disappointing it was.

Let me begin with this. We have been told through the media that this is the final episode in the Skywalker saga, that this is the ninth and final movie focused on these characters and their story arc; so, why did they name it The Rise of Skywalker. People rise to do something, they donot rise to fade away.

The title itself is just another stroke of cognitive dissonance in a three part series that is replete with it.

Don’t let anyone try to say that the title has some other meaning, that it isn’t related to some future action, that it merely summarizes the story and its conclusion. Don’t believe it, because Rey, the so called last Jedi, takes the name in the final scene, when she takes up residence in the abandoned moisture farm that had belonged to Luke’s uncle on the desert planet of Tatooine.

It is not as if people will not seek her out, she is a Jedi, and she is not going into hiding as Luke did, she is taking up residence on a planet long associated with the Skywalker name. Where Anikan was born, where Luke was raised. These are figures whose names ring out throughout the galaxy. But never mind this, those stories have yet to be written, rest assured that they will.

This is just another glaring example of the cognitive dissonance these movies are steeped in. Remember how in The Last Jedi, we were shown images of children on far flung worlds in whom the force was present and active. How is it that Rey would be the last Jedi if that were the case.

It is just poor writing.

It is kind of like the title of the first film in this trilogy, The Force Awakens; had the force been sleeping? No, the force does not sleep. Obi Wan Kenabi tells us in the original Star Wars film, A New Hope. The force is permeates the entire universe and binds all things together, it touches everyone. The force is not good or bad, light or dark, it is by whom and how it is used that gives it those characteristics.

What is so utterly disappointing about the J.J. Abrams vision of Star Wars, is his utter lack of understanding about what the force is. It is not just the bad story telling.
Let’s dwell on the bad story telling for a moment.

The Force Awakens was merely a retelling of A New Hope, capped off with the destruction of a new Death Star, only a bigger-badder death machine, one with the power to destroy stars and not merely planets.

The Last Jedi was merely a retelling of The Empire Strikes Back, and though they changed the order of the plot, it repeated all of the elements, a long chase through space, a Jedi training camp, a pitched battle with lines drawn up in front of a rebel stronghold.

In the most recent bastardization of the original trilogy we are given a remaking of the great conflict above the Emperor’s throne room, while he attempts to turn the Jedi Rey into a vessel for his own dark power, only to be destroyed in the nick of time to save the rebel armada which succeeds at destroying his massive fleet of super ramped up Star Destroyers, each with their own planet killing gun, mounted weirdly on the underside of their hulls.

The writing was terrible. It was replete with nonsensical cameos, storylines that began from nowhere, and went nowhere. New characters with no back story, old characters returning with explanation of where they had been how they had been found what they had been doing.

There were flying Storm Troopers. There was light-speed-skipping. There was widespread and diffuse knowledge of Sith lore. Including commands built into C3PO’s programming that forbid him from translating the Sith language.

There was the completely unexplained reappearance of the Emperor, stowed away on some hidden planet for decades, living in some dank and dirty dungeon like workshop on some uncharted wasteland of planet.

How did that happen? Where did the tens of thousands of cheering sycophants come from who filled the theatre where the final conflict with Rey come from? What were they doing on that secret world? What did they eat? Why did they build a fleet of hundreds of starships (perhaps thousands) on the surface of the planet? Where did the crews for that fleet come from? Where did they get their training? How did they keep it all secret?         

None of that made any sense. It just doesn’t make sense.

Do you remember how in The Attack of the Clones, George Lucas took some time to tell the story of how the clone army came to be. Obi Wan discovered it while he was on an investigation. He learned how decades earlier a Jedi came to a remote planet in the outer rim whose inhabitants specialized in cloning, and army building, and they were commissioned by that Jedi to build a Grand Army of the Republic.

There a back story, it tied things together, it assisted in the plot development, and it enriched the broader narrative by providing a backstory for the notorious bounty hunter Bobba Fett.

The Attack of the Clones was not a great movie, but at least it did that.

Bad storytelling and plot holes, and plot theft, poor acting and an overreliance on special effects is not what makes this movie such an utter disappointment.

What is so utterly disappointing about Disney’s new Star Wars films under J. J. Abrams so bad is J. J. Abrams total lack of understanding about what the force is.

Abram’s is a moron, and Disney should know better, after all Disney also produced Rogue One, and that film was a masterpiece, it was completely in tune with the ethos of Star Wars, while the J. J. Abrams films are totally destructive of it.

J. J. Abrams seemed to think that the force is all about power, the power to freeze a bolt of laser fire from a blaster in mid-space, the power to stop a ship from taking off until it tears itself apart, the power to teleport, the power to blast a fleet of ships out of the sky, more power, more power, more power.

J. J. Abrams concept of the force is a long way from what Obi Wan told Luke in A New Hope, when he said that the light saber was the weapon of the Jedi, elegant, made for a more civilized time.

Abrams should understand that the force is subtle, sure there is power in it, but its real strength comes in the power of self mastery, the power to understand, and the power to persuade. A Jedi can do amazing things, but it is not their raw power that makes them amazing, it is their commitment to peace and justice.

Remember what Yoda said when Luke referred to him as a “great warrior.” Yoda said, “wars do not make one great.”

You may argue that while this may be true of the Jedi, it is not necessarily true of the Sith. You may argue that but you would be wrong. The Sith were also subtle, just one Lord and one apprentice, ruling from the shadows, manipulating, controlling.
  
J.J. Abrams’ movies were a disaster for the Star Wars franchise, worse than the prequels, I hope he never gets offered the chance to make another one again.