Rome Burns Even as the Fiddlers Play Out Of Tune

The Northern Hemisphere is riddled in snow. The Southern Hemisphere bakes its bones. Climate changes constantly, irrationally for those not attuned to facts. Nature is blamed, others are shamed, the real sufferers told it is their fault for buying into consumerism.

Those that rule over us dictate our rage. Insidious and more transparent methodology is levelled against the unwitting public to make them believe it is all their fault, their problem and their just desserts. Like rabbits in the oncoming headlights we freeze obeying the indoctrination we are powerless.

All the time the psychopaths, greed mongers and self serving crew of the Few bleed yet more resources, make-believe money and wealth from the life blood of our planet. Destruction is a means to an end not a violence to arrest.

The voice of the prophets and free thinkers is shouted down, silenced through mass targeting. Fake News, fake this and fake that  used as a blunt instrument to dull the sword of truth. Families turn on families, loved ones fall out of love through ignorance and blind adhesion to false premise. Division, the great weapon of subjugation is lanced into minds at every level and predilection.

Suffering becomes the go to joy of life. Self inflicted, purposefully owned through an incredulous belief in self guilt. Difference is shunned like a treason, then shamed as against the nature of being human. Mass acceptance of all sorts of sodomy, sexual predilection and bent is forcefully planted as politically correct. The belief that there is a black and white thought construct that is right leaving all other divergences from that thinking  outlawed runs rampant over society.

The human symphony has been whittled down to a mere handful of out of tune instruments playing a dirge so painful, so mournful it is promoted as Joy! The few conductors do so with one hand while their other is counting their coffers. It is filmed in such a way as to show only the conducting hand and the forced smiles of an audience so stunned into blankness it neither cares nor knows who it is or what they are listening and watching.

The question must be asked – Is this entity a.k.a. Humanity worth continuing with? – it would seem certain conditions have already decided that, yet mercifully have left out letting humanity know. As the cosmic conditions advance themselves as they have continued to do so through time immemorial no burning fires of human vanity and ignorance will ever be enough to staunch the inevitable.

It would seem the time is well overdue to make one’s peace within, to speak truth to the self and rejoice that emotional attachment is a mere frippery of transient thought. It is time to remind ourselves we are greater than the experiences we create for ourselves every moment. Now is the moment to open our arms, laugh at the ludicrous and welcome annihilation as and when it comes.

To believe we can change things is folly. Change has its own agenda and we as supposed stewards of the changelings have failed miserably. All we can do now is ride the change so far out of our control, stop endeavouring to sit in the driver’s seat and rest peacefully as a passenger. The price of such a ticket is humility, an embracing of our own magnificence and to engage in the view of wonders as they pass.

No Project Fear, no overarching Doom monger can ever invade the Inner Sanctum of the Infinite Soul. Be joyful and laugh at the rats as they leap from the burning armada. Harbour and the Deep Blue are two facets of the same destination so unbuckle and enjoy the ride!

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