Changing times

And so the next World War was waged; not with guns or bombs, or tanks or planes, but with manipulative, well-rehearsed and well-researched mind control of the masses. A ceaseless propagation of fear and insidious suspicion of our neighbours, our families, our friends. We drank it down greedily, this daily fix of the macabre pantomime, and waited to be told just what to do next.

The warfare was not bloody or explosive, and yet many died a death - freedoms stolen, mental health ravaged, souls lost in confusion, loneliness and terror of this newly made, carefully planned and oh so very calculated ‘enemy of us all’.

All ‘in this together’, we must ‘stay safe’ or ‘stay in’ and most emphatically, we must stay distanced, apart from one another - the hypnotising chants as we blindly acquiesced and submitted to the ritualistic behaviours - not even noticing the chains becoming ever tighter. And all the while something in us was very quietly dying…

Vagueness and mixed messages, two weapons of choice to keep the fires of infighting stoked, the fingers angrily pointing and the cogs of opposition well greased. And so neighbour and friend were pitted against one another, in eerie shades of a time long past but not forgotten. Could it be that we never did really learn much from that darkened time after all?

How it all went wrong, how this terrible war was staged & played, was not a climactic thunderclap. It was not a tidal wave of epic proportions, nor a seismic quake to instantaneously knock us from our feet. Rather, it was a mundane drizzle so fine we wondered, dazed, how it was we had become so completely drenched to the bone.

So clever and cunning the artisans of this warfare that they managed to create a Monster of their own, brought to life with the harnessed, potent energy of the basest emotions of humanity. This Monster was propelled by seemingly unstoppable momentum, eagerly helped ever forward, fed ever larger, by those who queued to be foot soldiers in the petty fray. And those professing to protect us were the very ones tightening the shackles. How readily we too pulled them tighter, engineers of our own entrapment and demise.

And yet, there were many who could see the artifice, who could feel the duplicity and manipulation in their soul, and they began to stand up and say no. No to the fear. No to the blind acquiescence. No to the opposition and sordid drama playing out. And instead, they started saying yes to a different way of being. They began awakening to their own power and listening to the Truth that lay within them; a Truth that is within us all but that had been carefully drowned out by a cacophony of inane and nonsensical sound bites and vacuous mantras, chosen to deliberately deepen the trance and disconnect from the light.

So although They waged war, it was not a fight we needed to engage in; we were not in the midst of a battle. Instead, we were faced with a choice: we could be swept along in the farcical theatrics of their controlling games. Or we could open ourselves and opt instead to evolve and elevate, up and away from the squalid mess that we did not need to be a part of. And all it took was a questioning mind, and an open heart - a willingness not to give in to the scaremongering & fear and instead to make love our chief motivator.

And so the war waged on but only with the willing participants - those who chose to live differently extricated themselves from the squall and birthed a new world that was beautiful and wonderful - not built on fear and dominance, but on cooperation, unity and compassion. We grew things, lived joyously and saw that our envisioning of something better had created just that. And there were no chains to bind us, no angry fingers pointing in our direction, no fear or separateness or isolation. In this world the Monster had shrivelled & died, starved of his essential sustenance. And in his place a tree grew and bore fruit.

And we hugged and laughed and danced and sang songs. And cried a little for those left behind, knowing still that their souls had something yet to learn from the place of wars and bumbling psychopaths and clapping and masks. And we wished them swift journey to this wondrous place of ours where we waited with open arms and loving hearts.