Apocalypse daily

A few years ago some people would have looked at the barnyard in our frequently changing title art/photoworks and thought "I could never live like that." Even though I would never have thought it, having climbed up and down the ladder of wealth numerous times, our fellow countrymen and women would be fortunate to live even near such a place. Yes, the great come uppance for wealth snobbery has landed. By and large, it goes about its BAU unrecognized, while the cache vaporizes like chemtrails vanishing.

It is shocking that some remain oblivious. It looks like they just don't know what to do so they ignore it and go on as if everything is always as it was and ever will be. You have to wonder, what do they say to each other behind closed doors? Especially the elements that rely on their representative selves to do the thinking and verbalizing. It must be cause for a great deal of confusion and miscommunication. An interesting line I heard recently goes something like this: I am not afraid of you or what you do, it is your secret thoughts that concern me.
No doubt mind reading software is being tweaked and contracted as we read this.

In the New World its generally not helpful to make comparisons with the old world, besides, what was that old world, really? All the pillars supporting the new order were being sculpted. Masterfully brick by brick, program and mandate by program and mandate. Some knew it would eventually come to this, but as a rule, those who know are lobbied, tortured, ridiculed or deprived into knowing nothing or scandalized, so deep run the generational goals. Many events we thought were one thing turn out to be something else entirely, something far worse.

Does this sound like a world you want membership in? A world where nothing is as it seems or is stated to be? The change has not been as gradual as we are led to think. I can't speak for all of you, whatever signs you picked up that placed you into your current situations are unique. In my own life its usually been one door slams as another swings open - very stark, not a lot of room to ask why, this is because most of my changes have been geographical. Nature has been the most helpful that way. I have this rich interior life with Nature, but am usually a quiet, nearly closed person because most people are not interested in hearing someone else speak unless it somehow serves the illusion of their representative self. This is one of the worst features of our wonderful western society, the incessant me-ism, the absolute right of the individual to be heard and understood over all others needing to be heard and understood. Might I add this has not done us a lot of good. A common example of this particular attitude is the behavior illustrated by typical political pundit Chris Matthews, a highly paid TV news celebrity specializing in out-talking, shouting over, his guests. It is an intellectual affliction, perhaps a disorder and imitated in all levels of social intercourse in our western Capitalist corporately dictated world of haves and have nots. If you accidentally come across a blaring TV, you are a have not and likely a want not as well. If you seek this stuff out and salivate over every word, I don't know what you are, maybe a freak fan, maybe a jerk. And yet, these shows have heavy sponsorship. Someone is really out there purchasing the products emblazoned across your wide screen, thrilling to possession, feeding their representative selves who egg them on to greater and greater expenditures of liquidity they do not have, did not earn and now, never will. Even if something fantastical comes about where suddenly pennies flowed forth from the Heavens, no lessons would have been learned, everything that went down as it has for the last decade will simply repeat itself in an uglier, more pronounced fashion. What would they do? They will hoard. And the hoarding, in secret behind high fences, will quickly deteriorate into an out of control situation exacerbating an already dangerous, deadly ignorance of the moment. We could see this, we are rather close, edging into it in the advancing Apocalypse - but possibly saved by a series of horrors dished up nonstop. It would be sweet to have a tape recording of our thoughts from fifteen years ago to compare to how we think now. Mine would be so innocent, even though I've been around the block, what I labeled evil then is commonplace today. In fact, I labeled nothing evil, there was only bad or good. Now we have noxious and reprehensible, egregious and heinous, satanic, perverse, monstrous, reptilian and so forth. Another feature I find particularly abrasive is the make work program as opposed to the do what you were gifted/designed to do as a human being alive on Mother Earth, the Living Planet with her perfect system ... I see it as almost "unavoidable linkage", one required activity leading to another and another until you discover one unhappy day that your entire existence is consumed with either avoiding the BS or working around the BS - all the while pressing to carve a space in time to do only what your body and your heart ache to be doing. You cannot just paint, get a snack and keep painting. No, you set everything up to paint and the cell delivers one of its ringtones while you search for the keys to the vehicle needing fuel to carry you to a giant box supermarket where it is designed to remove all other thoughts other than those of unending consumption. These seemingly innocent activities lead to a greater and more comprehensive beehive of mindless busywork, as I am sure you already know. What happened to the painting? Oh, why, its lost under the receipts, under the lists of what to buy, where to go, what needs repair, where your attentions urgently mandate placement rather than just putting color on nice French watercolor papers.

In the new world, you are no longer your own person. You do not own yourself or your body.

Today, you MAY own your thoughts, but we'll see how that looks next week or tomorrow, you never know exactly when because its all happening at breakneck speed. Things you forgot come screaming back at you - Oh yes, I'd forgotten about that one, heh, no stone unturned ... so many stones, egregious stones too. You should have known. Huge glaring similarities leading straight back to that multi-faceted root cause. You know the one, the root ball of the chain of Aspens that line the Snake River. Its all connected so said Scooter.

... I don't know when I realized the dream was over
Well, there was no particular hour, no given day
You know, it didn't go down in flame
There was no final scene, no frozen frame
I just watched it slowly fade away...

Waiting in the Weeds
written: D. Henley and S. Smith
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