NSA, CIA, FBI, MI5, SIS, ASIO, and surveillance agencies and remote data processing organisations – you know who you are. This is for you. Welcome…..Watchers all.
So, here we are, you and I…..see this and make of it an invitation. You may be here to surveille and analyse, profile and determine, make inroads, remain hidden, and yet we already share so much, as you know. Strange as it may seem, perhaps more than you know. Yes, we are the same, beneath our skin, and roles, the outer and inner trappings of our lives. But, don’t doubt, in our own ways we are much more than this, and humanity is diverse like no other species, each in our own ways – amongst us, watchers and the watched, wearing the clothes of life, are the artists and the healers, the activists and the complacent, the scientists and the spiritualists, the leaders and the led, the bemused and the aware, the disenfranchised and the sharers, the programmed and the awake, the fearful and the compassionate, the vulnerable and the inspired, the violators and the nurturers, and, not to put too fundamentalist spin on this, at root, fundamentally so, we are all a part of the same tree, fed from the same root, and more, much more, at heart, deep at heart, the carers and the lovers of life, the living guardians of what gives us life, even though we may not know it. But, wanting to know is something we have in common.
Even though we may not know it. Can you hold that thought – can you believe it – can you doubt it? Is that why you are reading this, thus far? Can you apply it to yourself? Because it matters that we can say yes, to each of these, as it makes us what we are. Not knowing, they are all keys to knowing. And we are all these things, these people, within ourselves.
Lets not pussyfoot around it. Not one amongst us is immune to the future, though some would have it otherwise. Not one of us is without a past, though some would see more value in this than others. Not one of us lacks the needs of the body, floats outside the pull and push of the present, and where-ever we are going – we are going there together, in this way. This we share. We are not seperate in this. Can you remember who you are, as we do?
Who am I? Mine is a small voice, a whisper amongst the multiverse of sound and glorious chaos in perpetual motion, a fragment within the whirling kaleidoscope of nature, of Nature – but, in this, this is a voice, like yours – wholly a part of the same picture and wholly a voice that once knew the sound and rhythms of timeless dreams within our mother’s womb. That once danced in that mysterious place to the drum-beat of her heart. Earth’s heart. Not one, apart. And we each carry the power of that memory…..it feeds us still. Remember. This may be vital information. To you personally.
Yes. Lets not pussy-foot around here. We all know something. We all know, we are arriving at the crux point, our feet upon the threshold, toes over the edge, hanging on, trying to maintain balance together, and what lies beyond depends upon the choices we now make, their wisdom and our ability to act upon them, wisely. You know that. You would not be here, reading, if this were it not so, a reality in your own life, no matter the nature of those choices – they all inform us. This place we find ourselves in, is it uncomfortable, is it a portal made of chaos and order whose interwoven dynamic oscillates between pillars of polarity, the clashing gate, the mouth of the river, where tidal rip and torrent’s flow push against each other, the maelstrom, the edgeland. A place uncharted. Is that why you are here? Do you need priceless information to navigate this terrain. Is it fear of the unknown that leads us? Are we in a race for survival, at war over information, you and I? Who said there is an information war, who said ‘we are losing’ it? Who is afraid? Where is the conflict, the evidence, where does the trail lead back to? Everywhere around us? A select few? Or inside us……and, even then, is it yours? Does fear belong to you?
For those sucked under, under the oppressive regime of fear, fear itself prevents, violates, terrorises, obscures, the path and the terrain, not who or what we are. Deep within us all is a seed, a remembrance of the truth of this. And, we share a common source, we were all born from water, from the river, and the ocean, have salt in our blood. Why fear? Is it the ultimate exotic weapon…or a legacy of someone elses nightmare? Are you free of it?
And, for those free of fear, what lies beyond that threshold? Death? No. Lets not pussyfoot around and act as if this is not real. Amidst a necessary meltdown of the patterns that have overshadowed the Life loving with the Death dealing, We are. In its vortex. We have all been subjected to corralling and coercion, bullied and programmed into becoming the devouring, the unthinking and the divided. And yet, as you know, all too well, some have retained the memory of who they are, failed magnificently to succumb. I am a small voice, but, I know the power of that memory, and, in this I am not alone, as you also know all too well, not through surveillance, but, within yourself. That too is seeded within you, at your core. And still we have not fully reached into the core of our being, our uniqueness, and turned upon the ultimate truth of our wildest most beautiful imagining beauty. Is this what you fear? Is it to be feared at all?
We have imagination, yet. And, our ancestors have been there before us, reached this point, and taken the path to its limits, until imagining spread its wings and lifted them beyond the threshold, beyond who they were, what we are…..and, we would not be here now without them, you and I, had this not happened. They did survive, and live on in us, in the rivers and mountains, the forests and the wind. They speak to us from the stars, ancestral fires that burn in every particle of our being. This is not unreal, or to be feared. Neither can it be erased. We are not seperate. You and I. We share imagination, the commonground of that original dreaming. Would you deny who you are?
If this is an inconvenience, a boring drag amongst your daily routine, of dredge and surveille, filter, analyse and profile, if this presents no threat, is hollow words, some new-age nonsense, lacks the trigger, the buzz-word, if we’d spoken of ‘terrorist’, ‘conspirator’, ‘covert operation’, ‘threat to national security’, ‘bomb plot’ and ‘government database’, ‘hack’, ‘Al Qaeda’, ‘Taliban’, ‘Hamas’, ‘IPLO’, ‘ETA’, ‘PLF’, IMU and you know far better than I who else, what else……if device + freedom + attack do not = the necessary equation, is not enough, if this does not carry the implications, contain the code, the signs and catalysts for investigation that you are looking for, for you to look, and take this in, look again, simply look again, for the invitation here is not hidden in plain sight, or a cause for suspicion. But, don’t just look, or look for phantasms – let me offer you water, the traditional offering to guests and visitors – it means something, peace, healing, reconciliation and Life. And, look over your shoulder at your co-workers, and if you are alone, ask why, if in fact it is true, and know that it is not just your own life that hangs on your choices, and your ability to act upon them – your own life and what you do with it is important. And yes, question, imagine, mark this page, file under…..’an invitation’, only do it in your own personal file, the one marked ‘Remember’, and, as you do, ask your forebears, what opened the portal wide to their future, enough that we have life now, that you have life, in their living imagination, as they lived and live in you now. Imagine……I invite you.
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This post is important to me , which is why I am re/blogging it , thank you to Owlmirror for these words .
I am very grateful for this, not least as the keyboard is all too often an instrument of illusion and propaganda, and every opportunity to transcend its mundane and indulgent use as such brings a wider dimension of essential reality to life – however, I am under no illusions, fair one, that this is why we are here, keyboard or no, if at least to attempt….and, hopefully, these words – such hope can become transformed into blessings, if we allow them the opportunity X
Thank you Owlmirror and Moonskinlight sharing for this powerful, timely post!
ever in service to the Muse, Elizabeth – thank you!