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 I’ve been writing about this society for the last six years, or rather I thought I was doing
that – until tonight.
I was continuing a long-running conversation with a friend about why it seems so difficult to reach people now. Initially I thought my articles ought to be about connecting the dots: and I’ve done that repeatedly, yet it seems that the more serious the information given
is – the quieter the audience becomes.
So I asked my friend “What the hell am I doing wrong?” “Oh that’s easy,” he said: “You’re trying to speak reality to a faux world.” And then the light bulb flashed and suddenly I knew exactly what he meant.
For instance yesterday I was engrossed in sending out tons of information about the character and lies associated with virtually all the other candidates, with the exception of Ron Paul and Cynthia
McKinney – thinking that this fact-based history on these card-board cut-outs might actually matter to that portion of the public that says “they plan on voting.” I could not have been more wrong! Then I remembered that in the native-American world many tribes believe in the six
directions – as opposed to the white-man’s traditional four. At this point the light bulbs stopped flashing and began to glow.
In the six directions there is the road above and the road below the traditional world. There is that dark mysterious underworld of secrets and dreams, contrasted with the overworld of ‘other’ possibilities. Then I remembered an image, where the herd runs horizontally round and round the world, without connecting to it: but the whole thing also includes the chase involving ‘fame & fortune’ that amounts to that inexorable vertical climb and fall between the ever-distant Sun and a luminescent Moon, as by turns the seekers move between the Sun’s radiant light and the reflective glow of the much smaller Moon – in effect acting out the rise and fall of ambition and personal quests upon that other road that encircles the lives that most of us try to lead.
The conversation returned to my weak points, my “blind-spot” for lack of a better term: It seems this public has selected the perfect candidate for the
herd – because Barack is truly the faux candidate – as his life has never touched reality: so he’s a perfect match for the American herd to hold on to as their own personal ‘change-agent.’
My friend just smiled and nodded his ascent, while I continued on. “That explains so many things!” I cried. “Of
course – it all makes perfect sense.” “These people are obsessed with exercise because they know nothing about the world of real work. Oh they spend long hours hunched over a computer or wearing a headset and answering an interminable stream of idiotic calls about this service or that problem – but they do not sweat! That explains the gym and the fascination with all the diets, and the artificial exercise that becomes almost a phobia” he added. “You just don’t get it
Kirwan – these people have been sold the idea that we’re all now living in “Tomorrow World,” and in that world all that stuff that bothers you - does not exist!”
“You mean the history, the laws and all the corruptions – that world?” I asked. “Of course, that’s simply not real to them; they grew up on video games, and junk food in a world where Cash-is-King and no one ever needs to worry about something as tiresome as consequences or responsibilities. All you have to do in Tomorrow-World is want something and that’s both reason enough and moral justification for “having it” – everything else is unimportant: Don’t you get it!” he concluded. “I do now” I mumbled, but then I did begin to “see.”
Ah - so that’s the reason that no one wants to hear anything “negative” in a political race, it’s not just that left-over logic of the extreme
left – it’s that they don’t really want to have their bubble
pierced – right!” “Correct” he smiled. “There are bubble-world’s everywhere now.” he said., “Everywhere from the highest inner sanctums to the deepest clandestine operations – everything has it’s very own
logic – its protective bubble that only admits the information that concurs with it’s own private décor –
and answers only to those of like mind or inclination. People like you are nothing but anachronisms. . .” “You mean throw-backs!” it was my turn to smile. “Yeah – that fits! It also partially explains why so many seem not to know how they should deal with me- face to face." "That's because you're much like some kind of museum piece to them, and you make them they feel slightly
out-of-place." (*)
“So when I think that people are refusing to see the truth, or that they might be afraid to know what’s really going
on – you’re telling me that’s because they have no experience of having lived a real life; that the concept simply does not occur to them?”
“Something like that” he nodded.
“Well at least that explains what happened to the rage, never mind that too long invisible ‘outrage’ that so many seem to believe is missing-in-action now. And I thought it was just an unwillingness to seek the answers: when in reality they have no need to know any more than what they have chosen for their private
satisfaction – regardless of what might be tearing both their world and mine apart!” “Um huh: because that world you see in flames and
blood – it’s not the same world to them: In their world there is no blood or real destruction, and that’s confirmed with every game they play. And not only that: for them there will always be solutions, because that’s how things work in Tomorrow-World.” “Yeah”, I said, and turned back thru the darkness toward my apartment once again.
I couldn’t help thinking that what I’ve been seeing throughout this long travail since the Decider began to try and steal the universe, was only one of several possibilities, for so many of those mystical others; 'others' that see nothing of the kind in the shambles of what has become for me a ruined and dying world. But for
them – it’s never been
otherwise – so “where’s the problem?” They always seem to say, but they never quite put that into words.
I’ve lived nearly three completely different lives, and each of them depended on my knowledge of the world around me at the time. I just assumed that this new problem was only more of
that – a bit more technical perhaps, but rooted in the same few certainties and risks that have followed all of us through time and space. I guess it helps to ‘know more’ about these creatures that I see as less than
human – but it means that the situations on the ground are far worse than I suspected, because whenever so many people choose to remain blind to truly deadly threats: then everything that was once secure (in mind) is now in serious doubt - or should be!
What may be, will be, but I didn’t see this one coming. Guess I just need to return to the world of images, at least that doesn’t change as much as this one has in such a short space of time. . . “Trapped in the Magic-Mirror” was what I thought applied to other people
now – but it begins to look as though I’m the one that’s stuck or so it seems.
Jim Kirwan
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