Merry Christmas and a Prayer for Joy

A holiday prayer.

Merry Christmas, and thank you for being a part of my world.

It seems like the extreme insanity of our life has brought out the best out of us, it brought out the courage and the resilience we didn’t even know we had. The beauty that came out of us under pressure turned out to be wonderful. The friendships that I made in the past two years, including through this blog, are amazing.

So I thank you for being you and for sticking around. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

As far as the future, I pray that the collective courage awakens much more, and that we protect our hearts and each other with timeless, unmovable love.

On a personal note, this past year I tried to relax and record more music but due to various circumstances, I only recorded one song (which is a very beautiful Armenian song that was taught to me by my talented friend Anaïs Tekerian). But I am willing to fight for my soul and hopefully, a lot more music is coming. The yoke is going away. it is going away. No more yoke on my soul.

Some philosophical thoughts for the holidays and beyond.

It’s true, this holiday season is weird. It’s like the props have been borrowed from a Charles Dickens story, or a children’s book where a poor orphan is left to freeze in the streets while respectable citizens are busying around with their fur coats and gifts.

In the modern rendition, certain healthy product “refuseniks” have been declared unclean by the state—and accordingly, the unclean are expected to longingly gaze at the respectable crowd inside warm restaurants on a cold winter night. Yes, we know, the product does not prevent the transmission—but it’s the morals that matter. As they say, Merry Christmas only to the fully vaccinated inhabitants of the apartheid state!

But if my nose is correct, the product will soon be a scandal, as more people begin to wake up to the fact that they’ve been majorly duped. When that happens, let’s be kind and remember that it’s human nature to learn from mistakes. It’s okay to make messes as long as we have the wisdom to fix them.

With that, here are my holiday thoughts for our healing and joy.

May the new year (or even starting this minute) bring us total forgiveness and healing of everything that went wrong, and may we come alive. Like, for real this time. From the heart. From the heart.

May we forgive ourselves for where we went wrong, and may we do so with total love and respect for our spirit. May we remember that making mistakes is a part of the deal, and that we have the ability to right the wrongs and to heal, and do so with courage. May we remember our innate goodness and embrace it completely.

May we also forgive the mistakes of our loved ones who perhaps have been acting a bit like they were possessed. As long as they are in this state, we shall guard our hearts, remember our destiny, and pray for them, pray for their healing and clarity. Sooner or later, they’ll come to life.

Our fight is against the proverbial vampires who are here to test us. Vampires are tricky and can put up helluva show. They get into people’s perception and try to make people act against their interests, rebel against the good energy that protects them, and turn themselves into food. Vampires are pleased when people act out of character and then feel bad about themselves, when people scare away their love or neglect to protect the ones they are meant to protect. Vampires lure people into zombie existence with overwhelming stress or with temporary castles of glitter that turn into dust. That’s their job.

Our job is to turn them away.

And no matter what they try, love and courage are stronger. Love and courage are our protection.

So I say:

May the vampires be exposed and meet their destiny.

May our love heal us completely and remove even the traces of whatever they’ve done.

I am saying so firmly.

May it be so.