Disorder ❗️

 How Do You Own Disorder?

    Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep. That is where the answers lie. Between the light and darkness. Between the chaos and peace. Make no mistake, we are in it. We are on the verge of tipping the scales towards things never seen before. 

    Reality is crazier than any written fiction. Fiction requires itself to make sense. Reality does not. Many do not realize this quite yet, however more and more people are slowly waking up. They are beginning to see that things clearly are not adding up. That no matter where they turn, there is artificially-orchestrated outrage. That the entire world seems to be acting upon some external force. That the strings which have held us together for so long, are all being un-spun. I wish it were not so, however there is not much I can do. I am but a man, sitting here on my computer, typing words into oblivion. I pray that my works may one day even save those who come next, long after I myself am gone. Such is the life of a writer.

    To understand the evil we are up against, one must begin to understand simple concepts. Concepts of Power and Politics, which require tremendous will power and sense. Something, which today we know very little about. Something where we are told not to look, not to study. Where we are told to simply burry our heads in the sand and enjoy the non-stop entertainment we are being force-fed down our throats, 24/7. That in of itself should make a man wonder what it is that is truly going on. Yet, unsurprisingly, no man dare question it. No man dare stand up and shout that the world is going to hell. Any man who is caught stepping out of line, will be reprimanded. They will be forced back into the cell.

    Digital slavery is a real thing. It is the next step in our Human evolution. We, the people, will eventually be nothing more than barcodes and slaves. Scanned, to know all of our information. To understand what it is we have done, what it is we believe in, and what it is we are likely to do. This is an extreme version of Minority Report, starring Tom Cruise, on steroids. Soon, we will no longer be allowed to leave our designated sectors of the Map, without permission. Soon, we will be nothing more than circuits running energy through our designated space. Soon, humanity will cease to exist willingly. We will become enslaved by those who wish to control everything. Those whose egos rise higher than their humanity. Those who seek to play God.

    One day, our future generations will all look back and wonder where things went so wrong. They will sit there and ponder the trajectory which we as a species have chosen to take. They will study it, and still not find an answer to satisfy their curiosity. They will question how on Earth did such powerful individuals allow the world to plunge into the direction which we have. And the answer will be pathetic. The answer will be a sad and weak response, to the everlasting effects through it all. That we the people were asleep. That we were brainwashed. That we bought so far into the madness and the pathetic mental gymnastics of it all, that we no longer were capable of critically thinking for ourselves. That our brains had become infecting by a virus.

    I feel for the future of the world. My time-period will be known as a weak and dark period in the ages. We will be viewed as pathetic men, who simply sat by and watched as the world around us burned. Men, who sacrificed all that was taught and common, for the temporary satisfaction of entertainment. Men, who were barely men at all. It pains me to know how poorly we will be looked upon, in the coming ages. How the people of Earth will forever remember us as nothing more than pathetic excuses of human beings. I wish I could change it. I wish I could be of service to help those around me from falling into the trap. To awaken those who stumble, walking around without realizing how late the hour truly is. I wish I could. Atlas, I am not strong enough. I have made too many mistakes. I have cost myself too much time. Instead, I hide behind a keyboard, complaining to the world in hopes of perhaps igniting a flame. 

    When all is said and done, I will be happy to lay down my head and rest. I look forward to the ability to finally sleep. To truly be at peace, knowing that my work here is done. To lay down my head, and to dream of whatever it is I so desire. Probably a family. Surrounded by nature. Living by the ocean breeze. Animals and music. Surrounded by God’s work and his almighty creations. To finally find myself in a place of happiness, where I can truly relax and kick my feet up to dream. Until then, however, I suffer. I struggle to find a path which will allow me to help change the world. To help save it. To help awaken the masses to the evils which are currently pulling the strings. However, I fear that day will never come. I fear that I will grow to be an old man, stuck in the transition of what was, and what will be. I fear that I will die as nothing more than a slave.

    Do not feel pity for me. Do not even feel remorse. Understand that this is what I was made for. To suffer. To be able o stand tall, against all the agony in which I see within my mind. To withstand the fire, as the flames tickle my feet and lick at my heels. For I was made to suffer. Made to withstand the heat. I was born with the ability to absorb the energy which is sent to destroy us. To absorb it, recreate it, and release it once more. To change the patterns of this Universe, in order to bring something greater to the world.

I was born to Create, as I will die a Creator.

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.