We’re now in days of semi-darkness, as light dims towards the solstice, and the country, still asleep, moves restlessly in its bed.
Before there have been moments of turning, of opening our eyes a moment, but the lullaby of the media, of our aristos, of the media-industrial complex dulled us back to sleep again.
For a full few minutes, we sat up, blinking, scared, int he wake of 9/11, but our lullaby-singers convinced us the scare had been a bad dream, conjured up by a bad man, and that all was well, and we could go back into our golden slumbers.
But now something is different. The bed isn’t right, it’s too cold in the room. Despite all the siren songs, we move restlessly… we have a sense of something very wrong.
Or at least that’s my impression. I could be wrong, of course, but it seems to me that as our elites grow ever more detached from reality, more worried about microaggressions instead of people trying to kill them, we the people in general seem to be realizing something has gone very wrong indeed.
For me, right now, it’s a sense of unease, a prickling at the back of the neck, a sense of something headed for us.
For others… The same comments and horse-laugh you heard in grocery stores at the mention of summer of recovery(s) have transmuted into uneasy glaces, whispers of “Isis” or “Daesh” or even just “terrorists.” You see the uneasy look in strangers’ eyes and see your own unease echoed back at you.
There is this sense everything the media is or isn’t saying is bullsh*t. There has been an accumulation of events and movements most of us were involved in, which we saw misreported and mis-characterized.
There is a sense of faith totally lost, and in response the media is doubling down. I mean, really, they were ganging up against PRAYERS yesterday? They’re acting more and more outrageously, and being more and more obvious in both coordination and lack of contact with reality. And more and more people are waking up.
There is the sense of a rift, the sense of aristos desperately holding on to their bread and cake, while the populace is gathering around the palace, carrying pitchforks.
There is no way an effete and out of touch elite can hold on in the face of a real threat.
The question is when people awake and what comes next.
My friend, Dave Freer, says the long the waking up takes, the more likely it will go astray and what comes next will be worse than our nightmares.
Meanwhile the days go darker, and we stir uneasily.
Wake up. The alarm is ringing.