Weaving

And unweaving

Unraveling Life, Catherine Foster

Have you ever picked up a handmade throw or scarf, and marveled at its patterns; the design and colors that went into making it?

Such a simple result - a scarf - can be the result of an impersonal machine spitting out the same design for mass production, or it can be an exquisite treasure of invisibles (love, care, talent and joy) that miraculously coalesced, became visible, practical - even wearable.

There’s weaving, and then there’s weaving.

I wonder at the many stories being woven now - as more of us lift up the hood on this tired world and take a better look.

Mathew Crawford has a recent piece, weaving Scientology, and its ubiquity in certain circles. Who knew, that too, could be an intel operation? If it is, of course. Surely many of us have come to appreciate the reach of intelligence tentacles in how our perceptions of the world have been formed.

Cultic Handlers

Practicing Scientologists wouldn’t have to know about it, anymore than journalists at the NYT’s would have to know about its deep CIA connections.

The lies of our world are so great that teasing them out - while helpful and even necessary - appears endless.

Taken separately, these inquires offer up pieces to a puzzle, the puzzle we might call Our Deceptive World. But rather than creating a clearer and clearer picture as we go, the image these puzzle-pieces form, is of a world that fades before our eyes.

Each search, (inevitably leads to another) pulls at more threads and shreds another section. It’s somewhat paradoxical that these sort of investigations, are both a weaving-unweaving happening simultaneously.

The new reality emerging comes at the undoing of the old.

We could easily miss - in our focus on a specific - that the larger cloak of reality itself is thinning. We once wore it with the confidence of a favorite outfit. But now sections of it are shot-through with holes, others are nearly gone and soon, as we continue on in this dismantling, there won’t be enough there for anyone to take out and wear.

The Emperor is Naked story writ large.

Will we need a new reality-cloak?

Perhaps we don’t. Cloaks are for covering up after all. What emerges in the global establishment’s disrobing requires no covering. Transparency - real transparency - and accountability will be elevated values.

The drive behind this growing - world-wide - questioning, is motivated by a desire for what’s true, even if it’s not comfortable. Who sacrifices comfort for truth? Free people do that. Free people who insist on being free, even if it means breaking “reality” into a billion pieces.

This is no small thing, and this is not a normal time. What we are in the throes of, living through, is extraordinary.

We are pushing on the old world, driving it right off a cliff - mixed metaphors aside - making room for the new. This is what freedom demands. A world that is grounded in something as solid as the ground itself. No more smoke and mirrors. A world that is as expansive as an unblemished sky, as fluid as the waters and as transparent as the brightest sunny day.

We are not alone in this new world - we humans. The life-giving sustenance and the intelligence of Nature, remains. We are part of that; integral to mysterious Creation itself, along with plants and animals, the waters and very earth. We are woven forever into that story.

We don’t lose all our stories - only the false falls away.

Freed from the insane ones who attempted to lasso the world as their own. THEY go, Nature stays.

What’s left - after the disrobing of this reality - will leave us bare. Confronted with the world, as it is. And wouldn’t that be something? All the false narratives and their structures gone, the world and us laid bare, as we truly are.

Much accompanies such a massive thing; perhaps primarily that of loss - profoundly so. The scale of it - especially for those who have not been keeping up - is hard to imagine. Billions unmoored looking for something solid to stand on, to reorient themselves. (They may have signed on to the digital tentacles; the CBDC’s and the ID cards, in their attempt. Which don’t take and won’t work. Too many of us won’t play.)

In the space that opens between one world leaving and another emerging, much is up for grabs. We navigate this unknown individually and collectively. We may find as soon as we grab onto something for support, we’ll have to let that go too. Faster and faster this process of reorientation giving way to relinquishment, will occur.

How long does this go on? No idea. It’s already started.

As we move past the discombobulation phase of losing a whole version of the world… a period of relief comes. Ahhh. Look, we’re still here. (Enough of us.) The world is still here.

We open up to this new world but now, as transformed humans. The process of getting to this point has been… well, transforming.

Like the day after a tumultuous storm that brought violent winds and ruthlessly cleaned out every crevice and spider web, that felled old trees and dismantled compromised structures, we will take stock of the destruction.

We’ll walk among the ruins of the past, and feel the loss of the old. We’ll likely feel the sting of humility as we absorb how quickly Nature can change a landscape. All this within the freshness and promise of a new day. The sun warms us and the air feels good to breath. Once what we could not bear to part with, we discover is now gone, swept away in the storm. The decision made for us.

Nature knows how to reorder the world. We can trust that.

How long does all that take? Who knows?

There will inevitably be another period of fumbling; of coming to terms with our new world. A direct-reality, rather than one mediated with agenda-filled images and layers of fake-authority. A period of fumbling with our very selves - now stripped of those stories - some of which were worn more like skin than cloth.

We will then truly face our freedom. Truly face ourselves and each other.

Renewed, in a renewed world.

What will we do with it?

Thanks for reading.

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