Mariposa XVII, by DL Watson
In a manipulated world it’s hard to get one’s bearings.
We give up previous certainties with reluctance. As yesterday’s ‘realities’ become today’s illusions, we find the metaphorical ground we stand on keeps shrinking.
Adding to it we find the common ground we shared with people - just yesterday -is also shrinking. Simultaneously, the possibilities of a reality not confined and pre-molded by hidden agendas, grows massively.
The world gets smaller and bigger at once. (Wouldn’t it just?)
When something big drops out of the reality-frame, we feel it, even if we don’t understand it. It’s registered even as we deny it and this recognition starts moving internal pieces around; shifting the inner landscape to match the outer, attempting a new homeostasis.
The bit that holds on - that’s an identity-snag.
“I don’t want to live in a world where that is true,” my friend said recently.
(This is a partial, generalized, retelling of a larger conversation.)
“I understand. You also didn’t want to live in a world where children were commoditized and trafficked for sex. I don’t want that world either, but…”
“Yeah. That was a hard one.”
We were talking about religion. She maintains a membership, however casually, with the Catholic Church. After a brief discussion on the church’s corruption and the growing number of folks seeing through the Old Testament as about anything but a loving God (‘gods’ yes, as in beings who claimed that status and executed their rule via obedience and fear) I asked her why she needed a connection to it?
“It’s part of who I am.”
“Or maybe who you were. I mean, if you now know the distortion and corruption behind it, does it still deserve your loyalty?”
No answer. She stared at her plate of Drunken Noodles.
I pushed a little trying to bring a ‘no big deal’ quality to my voice though I could see and feel this was a big deal. “You know what I’m saying. Faith doesn’t require religion and however disillusioning it is, and uncomfortable, it’s better to see things as they are, or at least closer to how they are, right?”
She wiped her hands on her napkin as if trying to wipe away the moment. “I don’t know” she finally said.
Identity-snags can be a bitch.
I thought about saying more but instead changed the subject. I remind myself it’s not my place to set her pace.
We kept the rest of our conversation to less threatening subjects, talking mostly of her grandkids.
Given this is someone who sees through the Covid hoax, understands what is happening at our border, the push to eliminate Nation States; the transhuman agenda; the over the stop tactics of divide and conquer; the ‘threat’ of medical care to our health; the capture of children to an indoctrination campaign; (so extreme that 1950’s ads promoting cigarettes by doctors looks quaint), given all this, the religious piece is a hurdle for her to get over.
We’re all facing it in one way or another. The gaping holes. The identity-snags.
What fills the gap created, when a big piece falls away? A space that just recently was filled by religion; or basic trust in government and news outlets; or the reliability of science and their journals to report facts; or the soundness of an educational system…?
We do. We fill the gaps, with our presence. More of us comes in to fill the space.
The collapsing world is forcing us to confront things we have avoided. To take a fresh look at the givens and underlying assumptions. It’s forcing a different level of making sense of a world that increasingly makes no sense. A world that undermines what ‘reality’ itself means.
I think it’s good to recognize that many of these structures of reality only existed as such because we agreed to them. We gave them their meaning and legitimacy to a large degree. Sciences have always been flawed and shaped by bias and agendas. Same with governments and education. We just didn’t realize it, now it’s obvious. So what really changed?
We did.
I did a recent post that included sections of the Declaration of Independence - the building blocks in the creation of a new form of government - now in tatters. Clearly stated, the point of government was to secure the declared rights of the people and that its very existence was via the consent of the governed.
Now, many people think their rights are extended and exist by the consent of the government. Full inversion.
So… What are we waiting for? Surely enough of us know. The gig is up.
I underestimated the censorship complex, the anesthetizing pull of normal and the disconnect many of us now have from our very selves. (Sure go ahead jab that right in, I’m cool with playing lab rat.) It’s the self-disconnect that is the hardest to talk about, maybe to see in ourselves. It’s where the greatest betrayal happens. It’s a self-betrayal and while we can understand this, given the distortions of our world, no one can address that for us. It comes down to each of us - one individual at a time.
For the most part we don’t really know ourselves in such distorted terrain. (How could we?) But we like to think we do. Of course.
Even as the scales are falling from more and more eyes, we continue to look to fix the very systems used to enslave us. We refuse or are reluctant to pull the trigger - or really the plug - and stop supporting those things that are part of our slave-system. (We’ve got identities attached to them.)
Do I need to write a letter to my captor asking may I please have my freedom?
Yet we talk about elections and candidates, and new regulations and the doings of the WHO and WEF - unelected would-be controllers while wringing our hands and signing petitions. Don’t get me wrong, it’s action, it’s well intended but it also inadvertently concretizes their authority and legitimacy over us.
Should criminals - let alone genocidal control freaks - be petitioned to stop their attacks on humans?
Or should maybe humans stand up and say, Fuck No. No more.
We have no legitimate government. A Bobby or a Don ain’t gonna generate one.
We celebrate delayed and weak responses to genocide by ‘officials’ like supplicants whose prayers have finally been answered.
Paupers grateful for crumbs.
All this only fuels the perception that what they do is what matters most.
In fact, it’s what we do that matters. Can we imagine a new world that renders all these things, these institutions and arbiters of power, irrelevant? I can.
Why do we talk about wrangling with the trappings of a slave-system as if they will somehow morph into systems that value human life and freedom?
They won’t. They might pretend to under enough pressure, but who wants that? These things we are used to, and think we need, are redundant.
Let’s decide to face it. And withdraw our agreement from their very right to exist. This means claiming, clearly, our innate right to rule ourselves.
On the way home from lunch I thought about caterpillars turning into butterflies.
About metamorphosis and its deeply secretive doings.
That no matter what language we apply - poetic or scientific - our explanation for it, doesn’t ever delete the mystery. Using words to explain a mystery is just that. (Poets do better; they lean in to the wonder.)
Naming something doesn’t demystify it, but we may kid ourselves into thinking it does.
For a long time we’ve equated knowledge with power and, less said, but more true perhaps, a sense of control. We like to feel we have a handle on things; that there is a graspable order to the world; something we can count on.
The butterflies tell us another story. They point us, I think, to a deeper order where everyday miracles burst out in inexplicable color and design from envelops of mystery.
Quietly, silently, within the chrysalis an astounding and common-day marvel unfolds.
We’re in the midst a collective metamorphosis.
Are we getting close to busting out of the narrative-envelops we’ve been living within? I hope so.
We’re too damn big and beautiful for the confinements of a slave-system, no matter how comforting and familiar. Our intricacies of design and color want expression and there is no room for that in a dying world.
So many butterflies waiting to burst free.
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This post was inspired in part by Jacqueline Hobbs of oraclegirl.org
Wonderful post, Kathleen. It's sad to see relationships that were once so dear relegated to small talk status. I've had to reign in my Sagittarius sun over the past four years. One of its shadow aspects is righteousness. I no longer feel it's my place or my job to change anyone's mind about anything. I also hate confrontation, so... And who says I'm right, anyway? There is definitely a timeline split happening and our souls are choosing which one to take.
I believe we're headed towards the world you write about, but I know I won't see it in my lifetime. Maybe I'll come back in another lifetime to witness it. IDK. The astrologers certainly think that's where we're headed. 2024 is already proving their predictions of disclosure and systems breaking down. And, while I was completely true to myself and beholden to the government or anyone else during the PLandemic, I don't think that it (the government) is going to go "poof" and miraculously disappear just by us not voting (yes, I believe it's rigged), paying taxes, etc. Maybe we could use some ethical people on the inside to help dismantle it. I don't know. Sagittarians are also the eternal optimists. :) There are some people who have the leader (not ruler) archetype but don't think they're God, or "a god." I certainly don't have that archetype and I don't have the answers, that's for sure. This has been quite a ramble, and for that I apologize, Kathleen! XO
Gorgeous, Kathleen! We’re all in the cosmic goo phase where our identities are dissolving. Feels icky, but it’s necessary for transformation. Thanks for reminding us of the ultimate beauty of we aspire to on this adventure of becoming.