There is much talk of resets, old times past and new times coming. But they were always far away from where we were back then, or just called ‘the future’. Well, it appears we have now caught up to the future, and just as we have, the past is catching up with us. Before it can be completely erased or forgotten, or simply put down as ‘misinformation’, just as it may have again and again. Creating a diluted and convoluted data bank and source of information, so there is no right, or correct or definitive yes or truth. There is only chaos, no order. And one might think that would be a terrible state of affairs to have in society, no-one knowing which way was up, or what two plus two was etc. But only because you have been taught that up is above you, and needs to be identified, or that you need to know what quantity is and how to measure it. But why? It’s possible to go through life, quite adequately I might add, now knowing either of those things, unless of course you find yourself underwater, then you indeed may need to know which way is up. But on the whole, you get the point. A person can live quite well and happily without the construct of society. It will be less convenient of course, but society is not required for people, yet people are required for society. It is a dependency, not a symbiotic relationship originally, but they have tried to make it so.

However, society has now stopped being as convenient, and no longer wants to function in the same way. Instead, it appears to have morphed into something more akin to a parasite, needing to control and feed on its host and keep them in a zombie like state of dependency. Unfortunately, we are the host. And like the zombified insects under the function of similar parasites, that have to carry on until such time as they are no longer required, we are slowly being made like them. It seems the time of playing the democracy card is coming to an end, and the totalitarian card comes into play. Even more so I believe the past is a very intricately woven set of lies and stories, fabricated and set in place for purpose of conditioning and ultimately to steal the past and write the future as you would like it to be. Delusion becoming reality, which then causes what was reality to become delusion. Now you realise why we maybe had so many asylums back in the day, a convenient way to get rid of those who wouldn’t play ball, and all sorts of other disruptions, revolutions and ‘civil wars’ wouldn’t have been as they seem. I often now wonder if those things that did leave an imprint and couldn’t be erased, were just rewritten as a victorious entertaining story to distract from the truth of who was really fighting who. Great empires, wars, battles, heroes, villains and neat timelines for them to all fit into, seeming rather like a well-crafted tale to enthral the masses and be carried down as ‘history’. My article There’s Nothing Great About It speculates on some notable events and how they appear as a cover for something else, but as these things are lost to time and betrayal, unfortunately I can only speculate and never know for sure.

But it does appear that the board has been reset many a time, a new game enacted and laid out, new players, pieces and characters put forward for their role in the next instalment. And every time it goes wrong, collapses or they get found out, they have a tantrum, tip the board and storm off, as you would imagine a childish person behaving at losing and not coping with it. Making sure no-one else can carry on playing if they aren’t in front. And that is how it seems now, as though we are in the tense bit just before the board gets flipped, seeing and feeling it build, waiting for them to ruin the game. They know you don’t want to play again, and in fact won’t play again, so will proceed to make sure no-one can play without them. Breaking down society and systems of infrastructure built up over generations, knowing you won’t be able to just regroup, or carry on without them. Disrupting everything until you either play by their rules, or the whole game gets thrown to the floor and ‘reset’ how they would like. But I can’t help thinking there is a different game entirely we should be playing, and it doesn’t involve them…

(c) K Wicks