Brain dead. Battle fatigued. War weary. Beyond surreality.
As the limits of comprehension get stretched to a snapping maximum by all the devastating images of widespread war driven destruction, there grows a yearning for reliable context. All of recent history’s surprise events seem to come out of the blue with an immediate download of all you need to know news. The rest of what you don’t need to know that leaks through gets scrubbed, and first questioning of the corporate media driven insistence of reporting voracity is quickly damned as subversive. This damning, on its face, indicates the “official” dissolution of the freedom of the press. So, who to believe?
Although discernment in the modern world is at peak difficulty levels. Patterns of happening, however, are not hard to see, and violence is the common denominator. Again and again another mysterious terror group (well known to intelligence agencies) makes and executes a sophisticated “unprovoked” attack. Not all of these attacks on the king pin empire nations of western corporate civilization result in landslide popular outrage, but there are intense examples of ones that do. These false flags benefit the expansive western economy monsters that are hiding in plain view. The proceeding retaliatory outrage is dressed up with eccentric faux diplomacy, zero tolerance of restraint, and an all out hyper violent blitz of predetermined targets. Targeting that absolutely heartlessly causes collateral damage of every imaginable type. Unfortunately, right now, the gut is having difficulty differentiating what is propaganda and what isn’t. At the same time, there’s no way to see these surrealistic scenes of carnage and destruction, and not know that there is intense trauma being experienced. Those eerie images of bodies being bulldozed into the dirt are happening again. Literally! Mass graves dug in an eastern Mediterranean landscape apocalypse zone, being filled with bodies, then bulldozed under. Meanwhile, the deadening of popular mind has manifest as an apathetic malaise of knee jerk opinion mantras based on little more than the maintenance of my: I, me, mine.
Observable cycling and patterning provides an optic into the workings of the event procession of what we call history. It is beyond clear that the objective of advancing modern technology has nothing to do with growing, supporting, or helping the organic purposes of life and/or the living. Each technological psychological operational step has taken gross amounts of the human population away from itself. The corporate industrial world’s overt disdain, and hatred, of groups that don’t need their technology has been, and is, the motivation for the genocide of these same groups. It wouldn’t matter which Earth grounded culture you are. That culture is in the cross hairs of elimination. It is intolerable to the envious captains of the industrial complexes that it be any other way. And while the spirit of hate exists with or without popular/political leverage or technology, with technology and leverage there is an acceleration to insanity that is next to impossible to reckon in any ordinary sense.
So the beat goes on while sitting here wondering who’s going to win the next NFL game. At the same time there is some child, parent, and fellow traveler that’s on top of, or under, the pile of rubble of their previously structured community. Their thoughts, feelings, and immediate aspirations are ones that most of us may only know in some kind of fantasy or dream. I suspect that if that dream were to begin to unfold it would most likely be considered a nightmare.