This is the end my beautiful friend
Paging Mr. Morrison
This morning waking with too much dreaming I grabbed some stray thoughts and over breakfast attempted to grapple with the conclusions of my dismal dreams. Think of a talking time bomb. In 500 days 6 hours and ten minutes one billion are dead from mass vaccination. A disturbing idea to be sure. Then there are smaller talking bombs. In 6 months your food supply is gone. Your technical people sick who operate power plants or water supply. One can go on, but you see it already.
The secular witticist whistles while walking widdershins in the grave yard of humanity. He thinks of Paul Valery . We later civilizations . . . we too know that we are mortal.
We had long heard tell of whole worlds that had vanished, of empires sunk without a trace, gone down with all their men and all their machines into the unexplorable depths of the centuries, with their gods and their laws, their academies and their sciences pure and applied, their grammars and their dictionaries, their Classics, their Romantics, and their Symbolists, their critics and the critics of their critics. . . . We were aware that the visible earth is made of ashes, and that ashes signify something. Through the obscure depths of history we could make out the phantoms of great ships laden with riches and intellect; we could not count them. But the disasters that had sent them down were, after all, none of our affair.
Elam, Ninevah, Babylon were but beautiful vague names, and the total ruin of those worlds had as little significance for us as their very existence. But France, England, Russia...these too would be beautiful names. Lusitania too, is a beautiful name. And we see now that the abyss of history is deep enough to hold us all. We are aware that a civilization has the same fragility as a life. The circumstances that could send the works of Keats and Baudelaire to join the works of Menander are no longer inconceivable; they are in the newspapers. That is not all. The searing lesson is more complete still. It was not enough for our generation to learn from its own experience how the most beautiful things and the most ancient, the most formidable and the best ordered, can perish by accident; in the realm of thought, feeling, and common sense, we witnessed extraordinary phenomena: paradox suddenly become fact, and obvious fact brutally believed.
Except it is no accident.
Not at all. The planning has been war gamed. A.I is being used. Populations are captured by their governments and abject fear of death. Resistance is little and late.
Normalcy bias adjusts to abnormal times. Normalcy bias says throw the rascals out but this is fantasy. Injections are murdering the injected minute by minute. Some say flight to safety, flee to say a mountain redoubt, outfit it with everything you can think of to SURVIVE. This too is silly. Imagine the psychosis of survival with a billion dead. Let alone the high odds of catastrophic war. Will the living envy the dead?
I sit here in my home of San Francisco thinking dark thoughts on a sunny winter day and I am California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day. http://www.historyguide.org/europe/valery.html
What is to be done is complex. I suppose one approach is to begin with the personal. Just say NO. For our friends who said yes non-Western medicine is probably helpful. Next and this is rather difficult to me, who as a child formulated so many of my adult opinions, unlearn and reconnect. Huxley and Russell and Orwell influenced me so much I forget sometimes how greatly. Over the years naturally I have widened my views. During the full throated New Age years I read quite a bit of spiritual books from the East, worked in a Zen bookstore. For the last ten years or so reading Jewish writers, Muslim writers, Christian writers as well as Anti-Christian. So now I am thinking (not yet Feeling though) the turn to the spiritual is the highest solution. Philosophy is an art rather than a science. Philosophy is a special art, differing in principle from poetry, music, or painting—it is the art of knowing. Philosophy is art because it is creation. Philosophy is art because it predicates a calling and a special gift from above, because the personality of its creator is impressed upon it, no less than on music or poetry…. Philosophy is the art of knowing in freedom by creating ideas which resist the given world and necessity and penetrate into the ultimate essence of the world. We cannot make art dependent upon science, creativeness upon adaptation, freedom upon necessity.
Berdyaev
Your dark thoughts are welcomed. I hear the ticking... yet what is to be done? Valery is incisively relevant, a voice from the past warning us, yet again. And so many there are.