As the structure of the modern world narration collapses under the weight of miscalculation, inauthenticity, falsification, and outright lie the “authorities” that have participated in the promotion and perpetuation of the, now glaringly incoherent societal storyline, can no longer keep their balance. As the vacillations of fact reporting reach whiplash contradiction extremes, the mouths of the tellers twist and cripple to babbling silence. It’s as if every other word spoken relates to some completely unrelated idea. Only the most committed puppet or parrot can mimic the preprogrammed garble they’ve been tasked with delivering. To achieve even a hint of composure when delivering the present crap contention seems to require that the agent be in a zombie like state . The narration collapse is leaving a vacuum and chaos. The order which comes out of this chaos is ours for the choosing. Personally, and collectively, we’ve got a chance, a perennial chance, to access, understand, and choose a guidance system of actual reliable authority. It’s in and about. Find quiet from the clamor. Listen in the quiet for the true authority which speaks within.
For how many millennia, now, has the common person been under the influence of the overriding powerbroker (king, boss, judge, priest…)message??? Legitimacy has been crowded out by generations of power abuse. The inability to see this is the denial and delusion brought on by the repetition of encouraged, masked derelict schizophrenic mantras of misguidance. I’m tired of telling myself that it’s going to be ok, when the ok I’ve been persuaded to believe in is a selfish one. It’s a ruse. It’s a trap! Trapped into a frame of mind, body, and soul that contradicts nature. The persuasion that there is a right way to do the wrong thing has run it’s course. The mouth piece minion puppets of the techno/klepto have used unmerited authority to crowd us into a suffocating solitary room, and a trap door has opened up beneath us. The parts of the conventional narration that are illogical, or don’t add up, are written off as necessarily secret or conspiratorial. What a tired cop out! Word up. Good deeds are not done in the dark, dastardly ones are. Time out!! Up and about, into the light. The clamoring decaying alibis of the slumping parasites who’ve sold out to the corporate banking bloodsuckers, claimed authority of our lives and world, and willfully run the whole living miracle plant body into the ground have spun out. The leadership I’m choosing now is the cosmic unity force that elevates, saves, and delvers the guidance as an authority within.