What a year. 2008 was perhaps the best year on record for awareness. I mean, a black man in the White House? Come on, you can’t get any more aware than that. After all the years of black slavery and denigration and oppression, finally America shook itself by its Brooks Brothers lapels and said, “It’s time. We’re enlightened. Yes we can.” And a relative nobody in an empty suit with an angry wife was elected because he had dark skin and because he brought hope and promises to take care of those who were despondent and broken and less-than because of the policies of George Bush and all of the other white power mongers before him.
Yes, more blacks than ever voted, and voted in overwhelming numbers for Barack Obama. But it wasn’t just the black population that voted en masse for the GQ guy with the great smile. Upper income whites, working class whites, Hispanics, and folks of all ethnic and religious backgrounds voted for him because he offered “change we can believe in.”
Not only did Obama offer change, he dangled hope in the face of the masses starving for something that wasn’t on their regular menu. These words, change and hope, work wonders on people’s psyches. The listener hears the word, “change,” or the word, “hope,” and is able to offer up his or her problems onto the alter of the new god, with the belief that, with this lofty rhetoric and these immense crowds surely this messiah has all the answers to all the problems in the universe, and thus can save little old them. I’m sure you heard the news clip of the Obama supporter who said something like, “Sure, I’m voting for him . . . he’s gonna pay my mortgage.”
Well, it looks like Obama won’t be paying anyone’s bills, but he will continue to bail out mortgage companies and big banks, while refusing to insist that these banks loan their tax payer-funded windfall to consumers. And no, my friend, he won’t be paying your mortgage.
Projecting our own problems onto a savior with the hope and expectation, with the surety even, that he will deliver us from misery and disappointment and frustration and poverty . . . this is how we’ve been conditioned to take care of our lives. And here we are, in this most advanced age, become helpless and ignorant of our own power and our own source. Consciousness dawning or drowning?
The American political season lied and tricked its way through two years, was thoroughly exhausting, spent untold millions of dollars, and in the end produced just the next fall guy in the lineup of the global elite. And so many swallowed the flowery phrases and mindless teleprompter speeches.
Wrapped up in this political drama were the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and Israel, with good old Iran ranting on and on, trying to scare the world to death. And amid it all . . . the politics, the wars, the poor me mentality, amid the job losses and the bailouts and the re-depression, getting our information from the media that service the world government, here we little people are, confused, afraid, and completely enmeshed in the same old story.
You see, the story we’ve been conditioned to believe is one in which we, the victims, have no power save the power of those entities which pretend to take care of us. Our fathers, our mothers, yes they were very useful to us as young people. They fed us and took care of us, and kept us from harm, but they continued to tell us the same old story, one that ends with the good guy coming in to save us . . . our hero.
Heroes are great. They save the day, the damsel in distress. They foil the terror plot and go after the perpetrators and bring ‘em to justice. Heroes probably like being heroes. They get lots of adulation and worship. The people even probably are willing to pay the heroes to keep the people safe, so no harm ever comes to the people again. Could it be that sometimes heroes make stuff up and could they even stage a terror attack so the people stay scared and are willing to give the heroes more power for things like surveillance and wars and protecting the people? And if the people are willing to give the heroes money and power, could it make the heroes greedier, wanting more and more, even the money from the people’s retirement accounts and their kids’ college funds and even the power inherent in the people themselves?
Well, heroes certainly can lose sight of their humanness in the hot glare of the moment of power. They often let their good deeds go to their heads, making them feel invincible, making them feel like they’re owed the adulation and the money, and they’re owed the right to decide what’s best for the people they’ve just saved. Oh yes . . . they can lose sight of the fact that the people are really very capable and maybe they just don’t need the heroes. But if the people woke up and realized that they could take care of themselves, wouldn’t that be such a blow for the heroes? They would feel unneeded and they might not be so rich, and I guess they wouldn’t have much power anymore. This could make the heroes feel pretty bad. And probably pretty mad.
Heroes and saviors and entities outside ourselves can really be a help sometimes. But could it be that now we’re so conditioned to rely on them that we’ve given them too much of our own power? Could it be that they’re pretty used to doing everything for us, to the point where they are in near total control of our lives?
I’ve heard a rumor that our dear leaders are in the process of issuing us a national ID card. This is so they’ll know who is a terrorist and who isn’t, I guess. Well, if the leaders who are our heroes kind of made the terror thing up just to keep us depending on them for our safety, doesn’t it seem like the ID card to tell terrorists from citizens is kind of bogus?
I’ve read that cash will soon be obsolete and that our leaders in the future could monitor our virtual bank accounts to see what we’re spending our virtual money on and that if we’ve done a bad thing, they could punish us in some way. Wouldn’t this give our leaders entirely just too much control over our lives?
Well, you say, what are we to do? They’re keeping us safe and they promise to make sure we have the money we need for the things we need, so no one goes without. Man, that sounds a lot like parents and their three-year-old. I thought we were supposed to grow and mature, the older we got. I thought we were supposed to become self sufficient because our parents wouldn’t be around forever. You know? Why would we need our dear leaders stepping in and taking over for our parents? Could it be that our leaders are addicted to their control and our money and their power? Could it be we’ve given up our power so we can return to childhood and good old mom and dad, and that we want to do this because we’ve lost our consciousness, our self-awareness, our knowledge of our own power?
It’s pretty easy to mind meld with the groove tube and wonder if The Bachelor is gay. Football on the weekend is mandatory, now. I think they passed a law to that effect, didn’t they? I hear the Soaps are losing money but Lost is still raking it in, and 24 is real life, only we don’t get killed-yet. Wii gives us the chance to actually jump into the video screen. We can finally live and breathe and be one with the box we’ve idolized for the last 60 years. Why live in this flesh and bones reality when we can leap directly into our source, our information font, our oracle? I mean, after all we’re being so nicely cared for in this dimension by our government-parents . . . we have no responsibilities . . . they’re taking care of everything. We have all the time in the world because they’ve made it so easy for us. Media made Mommy.
I remember seeing, as an adolescent, an issue of Scientific American, or some such magazine. In it they reported on an experiment with a baby monkey. The deal was to observe the reactions the monkey had to two types of mothers. In one cage they paired him with a nice, plush, cuddly teddy bear. He was hungry and tried to find her nipple, but only got the soft, soft fur. Definitely snuggly but where’s the beef? The next cage was inhabited by a mama monkey made of wire, hard metal, sharp and cold. With a nipple-tipped bottle filled with milk coming out of its chest. Which fake mommy did the baby monkey bond with? Why of course the cold, hard, unfeeling one. Got milk. He wouldn’t leave “her” side, tried to curl up with it, and even loved the thing because “she” could give him what he needed most. The baby monkey needed sustenance, which in turn makes the baby grow and develop. But he probably learned later in life, if they didn’t kill him in their next experiment, that food alone won’t do it. That sustenance must be accompanied by a true caring and nurturing entity, one that cares about and looks out for the interests of the child, keeping it safe until it becomes self aware and can take care of itself.
So if we’re looking for mommy again, for whatever stupid reason, looking for someone to take care of us because we just won’t grow the hell up, why are we so stupid that we’re looking for the cold, wiry, unfeeling mother? And here, we’re doubly stupid. We’re following around a tit that isn’t just unfeeling . . . this tit’s got an agenda. And this tit’s gonna keep leading us until we reach its promised land. Its empty-promise land where it turns into mommy dearest. You see, this agenda is so unbelievably corrupt that it’s going to put us right out of our misery by offering us the milk of life as it starves us of our right to exist. And we’re not even aware of it because we drank the Kool-Aid.
I thought when I foreswore the mainstream media and began to do my own research on current events I was getting to the real truth of the world situation. Of course everyone knows the MSM is merely a puppet of the global elite, the illuminati, the banksters who want to rob us of our personal and financial liberty. How could we possibly get any truth from cute & bubbly newsreaders who wow us with their personalities and cover girl looks? The real truth obviously lies on websites like Infowars, Rense, Urban Survival and the like.
So I began searching the web for stories in the foreign press. I began Google-ing specific subjects and went to brand new websites I never knew existed. In short I crept out of my comfort zone, the television newsreaders and the radio talking heads, the pundits and the preachers, and I stopped drugging myself with tv’s days of our lives diversions. And then a remarkable thing happened:
Issues that had been buried like a rock in a landslide suddenly began to come to the surface of my reality . . . the massive debt major nations of the world have accumulated . . . the intentions of the governing elite to transform individual nations into a global conglomerate . . . America’s defense department’s plan to institute martial law within the nation’s borders . . . the global banking network’s desire to help themselves to the individual’s financial assets while shoring up those of the mega-banking institutions and trans-national corporations . . . the list of revelations goes on and on.
But too much knowledge can have a funny way of making you wish you’d never found out.
I’d been getting pretty depressed reading about all of these mega-changes occurring in our lives. What would I do when my dollar was worthless? What if the grid went down . . . how would I pump my well? How would I react when roaming bands of thugs & nere-do-wells came onto my property . . . get the gun? Would the FEMA camps really be used to round up law-abiding citizens like me, for heaven’s sake? Am I being poisoned by chemtrails . . . is that why I’m listless and tired all the time?
And then I remembered my self awareness, my power. I began thinking about how I’d gotten all this info from resources, not from my source. I understood that even this new knowledge was filtered by someone else’s perception and writing and reporting abilities, even by someone else’s personality with its own needs and agendas. And I realized it’s good to be informed but not react to the point where I was just hanging on for the drama, for the real life 24. I’d be prepared, but I’d temper the drama with my own awareness, my consciousness. I’d look around me and see that I’m good, I’m safe right now and that in this consciousness there’s unlimited opportunity.
Now the world as we know it may end, but not right now. And I took my power back from the resources and began getting it again from the source, my source. And maybe if TWAWKI ends that’s a good thing, because I’ve remembered I don’t need diversion through media, I don’t need a hard-wired government monkey mommy without a soul, because I’m conscious and I’m self aware. I’m a human.