Minds in the Sand

"You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad," by Aldous Huxley, is a twist from a biblical quote, "The truth will set you free" (John 8:32).

My mind has been vacant for the past few months. Since Convid, I have been trying to educate people on the knowledge that I possess; it has been my soul's purpose, and it has been excruciatingly exhausting. It appears that most people are just living day by day, and when confronted with the truth, would much rather defend a lie than make the changes required to fix the problems within themselves, never mind fixing the world.

I recognize the stronghold that the system has on our mind, body, and heart (soul/spirit), and I am easily manipulated by things that my heart desires. There is an abundance of every type of "heart's desire" for every type of personality and/or character on earth. We have every flavour wrapped up in fancy packages to experience. But, wait, there's more... big ones, small ones, and all-around ones. Bright colours, dull colours, and even no colour at all. Look over there, or look over here, it doesn't matter, you are only a click away from the next package of snap, crap, and pop arriving at your door. Huxley was right; it is maddening.

I feel hopeless, so I do what any good global citizen would do; I stick my head in the sand.  I'm trying to forget all the things that I have learned. The conspiracy theories that turned out to be no theory at all. All the authors, teachers, and leaders who spoke truth only to be mocked and maimed, shoveled and shamed. I've watched as more and more people are feeling the pressure and strain from the mindful of tricks that are designed to crash the brain. I've started playing the game once more, deciding that I want to have fun, rather than fight the good fight to an early grave.

The problem is, for most of us living in this new world, fun is not working. Fun comes with a list of rules and unspoken agreements that many people can't afford. So back to the grind, you know, working 9-5. Heaven forbid if you step out of line, or you'll promptly be sent to the back of the line. I hate this new world, but I play the game ready to explode. I'm going insane!

When I turn to Christian brothers and sisters, "Just trust in Jesus", is all that is heard. I agree, but what does this mean? They look perplexed as they sip their fancy Almond milk, half-sweet, sugar-free latte, gazing into space with the next vacation to Barbados on their mind. I don't begrudge, as I am doing the same, I am just as guilty, and it is driving me insane. Practice what you preach keeps coming back to me, but I'm not preaching merely observing the human condition, in which I participate.

I digress ,moving on to the point!

We live in a world of rights and wrongs, protocols, and rules of conduct. How do we decipher what is right or wrong? Feelings? If it feels wrong, don't do it? I'm asking a question: "Do feelings dictate the right or wrong course of action?" Does something become right when it is legalized? Does freedom include the freedom to do what you want, as long as you don't harm someone? Of course not!

I guess there is a bigger question?

What is the truth?

I tackle this question in both "The Abomination That Caused Desolation" and "Manifesting the Gods of Gold". Does it matter? is now the question I struggle with. Who cares! rolls around in my mind now, as I stick my head in the sand while an Ostrich farm gets bullied by the Provincial government. I have accepted the spell that has been placed on me, "No one cares for your rhetoric." We're all doing fine, as we smoke another feel-good doobie, lining up like cattle just as the elite predicted. I'm not sure if this is the Crystal Blue Persuasion Tommy was talking about?

As I listen to those voices in my head telling me not to give up, I'm conflicted. I am conflicted because I am just a man. I am a man full of demons triggered by past traumas placed there by the spells that I’ve accepted. Letting go of the spells isn’t easy to do. I struggle! It is easy to extend loving action to perfect strangers or people you have no expectation of because they don’t know my deepest wounds, the ones that I fought through. So I write from the heart, telling the truth, unfortunately, to those closest to me who see me as hypocritical. These spells fill my head, and I feel the pressure to give up, as I certainly do not want to be perceived as a hypocrite, and besides, what does it matter? What does it matter, with so much noise, but wait... we have AI to fix everything. AI, the legalized plagiarism we all signed up for! Thank you, Google, Facebook, and other social media platforms, for stealing our work.

I need to get with the game, sell books, blogs, broadcasts, t-shirts, and more. I have been going about it all wrong. I have been going about this writing stuff with the idea to educate, not to make money. I need to be the snake I haven’t accepted I am. Bring it on!

OK, so the struggle is real! Knowing the truth will make you mad. In case you didn’t know, Aldus Huxley was addicted to LSD. He microdosed until one day he asked his wife for enough LSD to overdose. Jesus lost his mind, flipped over tables, which sealed his fate with a flogging and hanging on a cross or stake.

I am not accepting... We still need to practice love over hate; it is the only way!

​Love always,
William John

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