The QAnon Shaman
The events on January 6, 2021 were a culmination of a whole series of unfortunate events that began long before that date. This is not a political commentary, it’s a psychological one.
How did we get here?
There’s an archetypal energy in the collective consciousness. It’s the energy of the Coyote. In mythology, coyotes are shadowy tricksters. In California, coyotes are scavengers, malnourished, and prey on pets and livestock. In society and business, coyotes are hungry ghosts, addicted to attention and validation. In politics, coyotes roam on both sides of the line. Kayfabe has been democratized.
2020 said, “Hold my beer” to all previous years. 2021 is screaming, “Hold my Viking stein! It’s filled with vodka! Look at me!!” Yes, I know. I am feeding the beast, and it is rubbernecking to even write this article.
Now, I don’t really know much about the QAnon Shaman. I do know he wears horns and coyote tails on his head. It seems like he is a comedic character akin to JP Sears, or Borat. It also seems that he isn’t entirely self aware of it. Or is he? Regardless, it’s a waste of time and energy to pay any more attention to him.
Russell Brand and Matthew McConoughey were having a conversation about meeting in the middle.
Someone said to me the other day, “Y’know what’s in the middle of the road McConoughey? Yellow lines and dead armadillos.”
“Let me tell you something, I’m walking down the yellow line right now, and the armadillos are running free, having a great time.”
Being an armadillo feels better than being a coyote. There are enough coyotes out there already.