The Return of The Sunday Sermon

Truth be told – we’re all our very own Messiah, right?

That said – since the Plandemic, I’ve cultivated quite a large audience – people seemingly enjoy my interpretation of the trippy, comically profound play we’re simultaneously watching and starring in - taking place on Planet Earth.

Never being one for social media, I watched the whole Facebook craze of the early noughties as though I was at an awkward group therapy session, where people were begging to be noticed, recognised and superficially loved. I bounced on Twitter (for a bit) as the infamous ‘Cockney Jesus’ – called out a load of nonces, called a load of MP’s greedy cunts and that was that – nailed to the proverbial cross.

See ‘social’ media has always felt fundamentally flawed to me – simply because its socialness is so deeply superficial and does more to inhibit REAL human connection than it does to encourage it. If I was a conspiracy theorist – I’d say - it’s serving its purpose rather well.

And now algorithms are so advanced we’re quite literally trapped in an echo chamber of our own making. Edgy, alternative content hardly ever finds those who are still in need of a wakeup call – instead the powerful preaching lands on the hymn sheets of the choir who sadly reverberate back in unison – the misappropriated message bouncing off the cold walls of the prison of the enlightened.

Then you’ve got the trolls. You know – those whose lives are so painstakingly empty – they waste much of their time hiding behind their keyboards – writing things they would never say face-to-face, just to give them some kind of semblance of vitality.
Many are paid state assets like the 77th Brigade and many more are just hopeless parrots of conditioning, so confronted by critical thought they themselves do not possess – their suppressed rage sees them hunting dispute after dispute – all by design.

I know we can use these mediums to our advantage but often it feels as though I’m a bee trying to convince flies that honey tastes better than shit!

I don’t mind doing it because if my voice and heart helps even one lost soul find their way – then it’s worth it. If anything – I guess, moving forward, I’d prefer to house my most raw and passionate talks on our own website. A step in the right direction at the very least.

So from next week – Sunday 1st February – we will be relaunching The Sunday Sermon.

And this time you can email me and pose a subject you’d like me to speak on.

Look out for next Sunday’s newsletter.

Over n out.