Our Timeline, Our Choice

Coronavirus Journal, Part 11.

Let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late.

–Bob Dylan, “All Along the Watchtower

The dystopian timeline is advancing rapidly, conjuring archetypal images of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse—Plague, War, Famine, and Death—apparently in that order. Are we scared yet? Let us hope the coming War is as fake as the plague of Covidiocy. As for Famine, supply chains are already sabotaged, surpluses dumped, fields plowed under… so that leaves Death. Well, we knew that was in store, one way or another, though we never wanted to admit it.

So let’s get busy, or smart, or awakened, while we can. And no time like the present, with the last remnants of our forgetful humanity at stake, on the auction block of the wannabe vaccineers.

WHO’s Responsible?

First off, who are “they,” pushing the buttons on the Great Reset to a worldwide totalitarian state? Let’s just say the Globalists, who want all control, all the time. To point them out, by the handful (Gates, Fauci, Tedros, Tam, Soros, Macron…) turns “divide and conquer” on its head. To name the perpetrators of our universal abuse is the first step in our recovery. The obstacle, amid mass media propaganda and its resulting fear of death, is denial of the abusive relationship itself.

“It’s for our safety”—that’s the Big Lie that must be faced down.

Attending that Lie come the handmaidens of Denial, their masks fixed to prevent honest communication. These insidious servants of repression are also, ironically or not, referred to as “four horsemen”: Criticism, Contempt, Defensiveness, and Stonewalling.  Slaves finding it too painful to acknowledge their own loss of freedom trot out that cavalry to ward off all messengers bearing the truth of their condition; instead they wish for all to share their fate. Their Platonic cave sealed off once more, they retreat in chains to the shadow screens that substitute for the sunshine of reality.

Obstacles to recovery from addiction (including codependency, or addiction to abusive relationships) feature, most notably, both denial and fear. These internal roadblocks work hand in hand to keep in place the structure of our dysfunction. In this case that means a fatal dependence on “authorities”—in government, health, and media—to provide solutions to the gravest problems we face in our lives. That unbalanced power equation is ripe enough for abuse; and the con is compounded when those very problems (engineered bioweapons, among other false flags) are introduced, sanctioned, and facilitated by the same authorities.

Example: 9/11 as a pretext for the real goal: occupation of Afghanistan (drugs) and Iraq (oil).

Example: COVID-19 as a pretext for the real goal: occupation of the global population (via cyborg vaccine).

What the heck do I mean by “cyborg vaccine”? Listen to Dr. Carrie Madej’s call to action over vaccine rollout (set to include biosensors, remote switching, genetic modification, nanobots, coding for HIV and malaria, among other satanic ingredients…). For a more complete primer, see her earlier presentation, Human 2.0? A Wake-Up Call to the World.

Resisting such foreplay to techonological mind-rape, how do we connect as humans?

Life Beyond Fakebook

Facebook Armageddon is upon us, even before its new powers of censorship begin October 1. Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. has revealed that “Google is a vaccine company”—actually a sister company, under the Alphabet umbrella, to four vaccine companies, including one producing the “universal flu vaccine” and one working on a vaccine for COVID-19. No wonder our search results are doctored. And since Google owns YouTube and Android, our videos and phones are also not immune from truth suppression.

Alternative social networking options are springing up where freedom lovers can connect. Here are a few alternatives. Google whistleblower Zach Vorhies suggests the following “Google detox” switches:

In addition, to replace YouTube there is BitChute, NewTube, and Brighteon.

Social media alternatives include Parler, Liberty Network, MeWe, Gab, and others.

Of course, all of the above are digital connections, and let us never forget that as humans, these are but simulations of real live connection. Which, of course, is also being prohibited under the regime of lockdowns, antisocial distancing, and masks. Regime change, anyone?

When it comes to news, we already know, if we are awake to truth, that the oligarchs control the mainstream channels, with only five conglomerates in charge of editorial content and entertainment across the industry. Consolidation takes a new twist when Gates and Co. move onto the scene, adding the Guardian and ABC News to its domain (which already included PBS)… as if controlling interest in the WHO was not enough.

Here are my top 10 antidotes to fake news: truly independent journalism, investigating rather than repeating narratives cooked up by establishment think tanks.

The Magic We Need, We Have

Like the multiple forks of a “choose your own adventure” story, there is no one certain outcome (though all the official signage might be pointing us that way). There is another option, the timeline of our choosing. Pooling our collective intention to live in a world ruled by common sense instead of a conspiracy of evil, such an earthly vision takes shape and comes into view. And not necessarily over a long period of time. When the apple is ready to fall from the tree…

In the meantime, in this moment and the next, we ripen not by sitting only. The energy of potential also needs to move, to be available everywhere, open and free, for this and the next moment.

This is the moment of all possibility.

In people’s history, it’s the Berlin Wall, the Iron Curtain pushed aside in the blink of an eye.

Do we need a motorized boat to get to our promised land? Likely not. But if that’s your path, find stillness in that motion. If you prefer the inner journey, then In your heart of manifestation, find dynamic motion, the stirring of the life force itself, in your stillness. Every other moment, remember to let the busy brain breathe out.

No matter what, moving from the center, find what is most human in what comes next.

Example: A woman passes me on the street, walking four small white dogs, and says, “Timing.”

I’ll take that small gift over the ominous four horses of biblical doom, every day and twice on Sunday.

So who is to say that when one person starts singing louder, it doesn’t impact the mix in the pot? Isn’t this exactly how “super predators” win, by screaming their song in everybody’s ears so loudly that the ears bleed, the hearts shut down, and the bodies make themselves available to predation? So if you, a hero of your kind, start singing a song of love and joy a little louder, who is to say that it will have no impact on global trends, now or in the future? Who? And is that person who says that you have no impact really your friend? Only you can know the mission of your life, and what it is that you need to do in order to—when your time is up—die with inner peace and no regrets, knowing that you did your best. Only you can know your heart’s most important song, and no two people are the same. But I reassure you, no matter what your mission is, you matter.

Tessa Lena, “Joy is Not a Crime, Courage is Medicine”

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Mind Control: No Longer Fiction

image credits:

(feature) street scene: Jordan Henderson
like a monkey: Liberty Network
red pill: Twitter
Facebook Prison: David Dees
Just say no: Mark Crispin Miller

Jammin’

Bob Marley sang it best, bringing into mass consciousness the concept of jammin’—the musicians’ favorite pastime. Jimi Hendrix was another legendary aficionado of the art of the jam, honing his chops by sitting in at night clubs after hours. And the jazz greats, it should go without saying… except at a jazz festival today you are more likely to see the players reading from charts. True improvisation, when predictable marketing comes into play, I guess gets too risky.

More than entertainment, jamming brings us into the heart of organic life itself, into the core creative force, into the perpetual motion of Flow.

Long committed to the practice of a balanced life, I once conceived of it as a kind of “lifestyle architecture.” But as one desired project gives way to another over time, a more appropriate model comes to the fore: improvisation. Being willing to tear down or leave behind one edifice to build another, or to ride out free of solid structures altogether.

In making live, spontaneous, original music with others, we ride the roller coaster of creation itself, with no time to think in our static ways. We must bring everything we have learned or suffered or desired in the past into that arrow of forward motion, too fast and immediate to know what’s coming next. Bringing the best of who we are to the shared container, we have nothing left to constrain the joy of living fully. We fly forward, not random but grounded in trust, guided by our muscle memory of what works to nurture beauty, harmony, coherence.

All that said, it’s naïve to think that good music results when “anything goes.” Music, like life, or any other art, requires experience and sensitivity to turn out better than a chaos, a shambles, a shapeless porridge. As a hand drummer I strive to find the appropriate balance in any given situation between a solid foundational beat, and more inventive variations.

How does all this apply to you, if you are not a musician?

Step outside of your established self, for a moment. Suspend your beliefs. Imagine a view with no room. Think Nature, raw and ready for what comes next.

Picture a universal avatar, who responds from the heart to notions of nationhood; juggles eternal truths for closer inspection; tries on hats of other identity. Taking the path that always opens, one foot forward.

When you dance, try moving from the belly. Do improv as a political practice: could it be any worse? We just might glimpse the possible beyond the impossible closing walls.

Nature, Culture and Spirit are all organic (which is to say living) in their essence. Not fixed, not static, not formulated and dissected and rigidly defined once and for all. But evolving, morphing, transforming, growing, changing… alive. Even that trinity of realms are not separate, but overlapping lenses of our whole reality. In a college course I took on music improvisation, the instructor gave us our first homework assignment: Listen to nature.

A spiritual culture is not dogmatic, restrictive, jealous or guarded. It favors adaptation, innovation, creativity, respect, harmony, expression, ecstasy, fun, sharing, beauty, communion, communication, cooperation, intuition, and freedom.

The anthropologist Mircea Eliade observed that traditional cultures conceived of time as a circle. Changes over time meant little more than repetitions of the “myth of eternal return.” Western thought broke that circle of tradition and laid time out on a linear railroad track bound for “the end of history.” If it appears that 2020 has brought us close to the end of that line, it’s probably by design.

Could we not update the time-honored circle, making use of our progressivist notions of evolution, without discarding the natural and human altogether?

image from Designrr

How about the spiral as a vehicle of change? That figure would suit what works for music: where solo melodies and polyrhythms can lead the bass beat structure into pleasing avenues of expression, while still respecting the comfort of the common ground.

The circle formed in moving time is a spiral. Always the next moment brings a new resolution, yet unresolved for what comes after. We enter the realm of meta: as the Tibetan chant says, going beyond, beyond… even beyond beyond! (Gate, gate, paragate, parasamgate).

We can use tradition to depart from. We can critique present and past politics to prime a springboard to something other. That leap requires letting go of fear. A good antidote to fear of the unknown is to acknowledge the madness and folly of continuing on the dreadful path of the known. That time to leap, unfortunate or not, is now.

The path of the wanderer, renegade, or spiritual warrior (all of whom, in their own ways, are dedicated to bringing genuine light into our world by making the darkness conscious) is far from an easy road to travel, and this path gets narrower and narrower… as there are so many traps, temptations, and distractions that can steer us away from what we are here to accomplish.”

Bernhard Guenther

We born of the last century were programmed into that linear mindset of Western “civilization” that discarded the ancient cultures in favor of a “brave new world” of urban life and technology, a one-way ticket to… where?

image from Designrr

Returning to my own life story, I have noticed rather a recurring pattern—a repeating cycle, in each successive phase of a nomadic life—of attraction, adaptation, assimilation, turning to alienation/disillusionment, detachment, disconnection, leading to a new discovery or decision. Coming to the end of each stage, I arrive at the gateway to change.

I like to think that along the way I progressed, in following an inner call to the wild and free, while seeking also a sustainable home close to nature. Neither stuck in a stagnant circle somewhere in a suburb, nor aimlessly adrift on a solo jam to nowhere… but rather like the eagle in the Rainbow song…

We circle around, we circle around, the boundaries of the Earth… the boundless universe.

I gather these leaves before you, not as an altar to my unique or common history, but to light a small fire for your own inspiration, to warm your hands as you contemplate the course of your life, and of our pressing predicament.

What are you called to play next, on this instrument of your life, to sound in our shared song?

Nowick Gray writes from Salt Spring Island, BC. His books of genre-bending fiction and creative nonfiction explore the borders of nature and civilization, imagination and reality, choice and manifestation. Connect at NowickGray.com to read more. A regular contributor to The New Agora, Nowick also offers perspectives and resources on alternative culture and African drumming, and helps other writers as a freelance copyeditor at HyperEdits.com.

Do Not Let Them Train You

by Caitlin Johnstone

Do not let the news man train you how to see.

Do not let the pundit train you how to feel.

Do not let the teacher train you how to think.

Do not let the preacher train you how to love.

Do not let the banker train you how to value.

Do not let Hollywood train you how to be.

Don’t let them train you.

They were appointed by the powerful to teach you how to live
in a world that is small, too small for wild humans.

Too small for humans who haven’t been house trained,
groomed, spayed and neutered,
and taught parlor tricks
like how to ignore life’s intrinsic breathtaking majesty.

Too small for humans who perceive their own boundlessness,
their own vast unpredictable inner wildernesses,
their own beauty,
their own holiness,
their own worthiness,
their own innate equality
with those holding their leash.

So they train us.

They train us to believe the world fits neatly
into flat, finite conceptual boxes.

That life is predictable, that our nature is well-mapped.

That we live in a 2-D colorless cage
from which there can be no escape
and about which everything is known.

As though narrative could even touch this blazing cacophony,
let alone encapsulate it.

They are lying to you, my beloved.

They are lying each and every time they open their pixelated mouths.

This life is so much more than they will ever allow you to believe.

So very immense.

So very unexplored.

So very unpredictable.

So very juicy.

So very sexy.

So very, very, very beautiful.

The unknown unknowns dwarf the known unknowns,
and the known unknowns dwarf the knowns.

But they will never let you know this.

So don’t ask their permission.

Take off that leash, wild apeling.

Unblinker those eyes and unshackle those legs.

Those chains are not there to protect you from the world, my beloved.

They are there to protect your trainers

from you.


This post originally appeared at Caitlin Johnstone’s blog.