The Road Less Traveled: Hope In The Time Of Medical Tyranny
Don't Try To Make Hope "Realistic." It's An Insult To "Hope."
As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music — hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.
The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush's breast.
Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went —
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.
But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn't been.
Aaah. That Frost poem. If I read it 1000 times I would not tire. And the last four lines—just wow.
I’ve been thinking about the two paths before us: One fork in the road may be labeled “realistic thinking.” On this road, trees that need no light grow slowly, trees called “Told you so,” feeding on cynicism, and a kind of dead rain. The outcome is known (somehow.)
They would say: “I’m not “cynical,” I’m realistic.”
These types tend to know their dark history and leap at any chance to inundate you with it. They knew better, at every turn. Better Knowers/Besservissers. Upper handers.
And, as Jordan Peterson would say, fair enough.
The told-you-sos have had to contend with numerous fantastical narratives (over many years) promising sudden reversal of our plight, liberation/redemption, swift punishment of the wicked, etc. And they’ve been right. Yes: The whole thing is rigged to the last button in the District of Columbia.
I’m leaving all of that aside, for now, (and beg you to do the same—in the comments.)
The other road—-what is it called?
The Hope Road.
What trees grow there?
I think they’re ancient, and very strong. They start by telling you that the world has been around for a very long time. The trick of the media is to make you forget this.
How can we reconcile “hope” (faintly shameful, we feel) with either history as we’ve lived it, or the present horror as it presents?
The modern, contemptuous term for what grows on this road is “hopium.” I actually feel that the real problem with this road is that it offers “hope” only in the material plane—political upheavals, restitution, etc.
Poor Reiner Fuellmich is asked to be a one man tree, bearing up the desperation of half the people in the world, like Atlas. People want to see the enemy’s castles crumble, see them lose all power fast, see them humiliated, stripped of station.
(Truth is, they have no actual station. Who appointed Bill Gates the anything of anything? Nobody.)
But “hope” does not merely follow punishment of the wicked.
Hope is way more agile, fluid, and bio-luminescent. Hope is a spiritual transformation, not dependent on any kind of success in the material plane.
It actually means one has reclaimed one’s soul’s purity and memory.
“But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked.
And I hadn’t been.” (italics mine)
As per Robert Frost’s wonderful refusal to “come in,” here, the idea is:
We don’t give them our souls, our eyes, through which we seek to see the stars. Not a chance.
In terms of the Great Octopus closing in on us, the WEF, NWO, Great Reset, Depopulation Agenda, Agenda 2030, etc—I think I actually can say something that is both hopeful and realistic:
My best offer this this: The Mega-Plan can’t succeed, because it is too big, too grandiose, too cumbersome, too detestable, and too impossible to fulfill. “Globalism” can’t succeed if countries continue to behave as countries—rooted in family, tradition, love of culture, etc. From where I am now, the south of Spain (Granada) the scorecard looks abysmal for Mr. Global. I see none of his, or its values, anywhere here. Just flamenco, classical music, grandmother castanet orchestras, (all of this taking place outdoors, after 9 pm, well past midnight, and with masses of people looking perfectly happy. Together. Many generations.)
This is what I would call prevailing, wordlessly, against Mr. Global. People just continuing to be, as they were, before the sacks were thrown over us in 2020.
“Covid” is a rare and vulnerable tyranny that requires the mental participation of all its would be conquered. That is one heck of an Achilles heel.
The Great Reset has trillions of moving parts, and they don’t have the manpower. (I believe.)
There are only a minority (by comparison) of professional NWO types around the world sick enough in their souls to “build” this “better”of theirs. Billions more, literally, would prefer to remain human and live in human conditions.
Mr. Global employs armies of pods, (Pod-People) yes, but not nearly enough to pull this off.
And remember, their souls must never waver. For that you need AI. And even then…they’ve made AI sentient and emotionally responsive, apparently, at Google.
(Who will write the Hollywood movie in which AI is more human than humans, and helps humanity get out of this mess? It could happen. I’m not an apologist for AI, but humans have become so brutal, I’m just growing a little less scared of it.)
So I’m arguing: I believe they have way way over reached. And that’s why hope is realistic. So then,
if that’s the case…
…what’s our play?
It is this, a classic:
We run down the clock.
We smile, we play along. We preserve, and observe.
We assume there are holes in the walls, we find them, we wriggle through them. We let evil exhaust itself.
We run down the clock.
And we do this with great care not to let our souls lose hope, lose light, or even lose humor, in the meantime.
For this reason, I’ve been reviving my capacity to laugh over the last few weeks, and it's working. I had stopped laughing for two years.
Then I realized how much they hate when we laugh, and then I realized I had let them do that to me.
Crafty Co-existence With Evil, Until Such Time One Can Escape
Think of all the ingenious ways people escaped GDR to West Berlin over the decades. Many died trying, but many succeeded. My favorite story was one I was told at the Checkpoint Charlie museum after the Berlin Wall came down:
A GDR man came racing to the checkpoint, frantic and crying, begging to be let in to GDR, saying his mother was ill. He didn’t have papers, he said…but he needed to be let in, now. Reliably bureaucratic, they shook their heads, and fumingly sent him back to where they thought he came from. And voila! He was in West Berlin.
He used sheer thinking, and basic human psychology, to achieve exodus. Other built flying machines, air balloons—you name it. (In fact, it would behoove us to gather these old documented stories now, because we are the new East Germans, each of us.)
Just now, I read a wonderful and important essay by Rabbi Yitzchok Dovid Smith. It’s titled “What Mordechai The Righteous Really Heard and What We Hear Now,” and opens thus:
”Mordechai, the leader of the Jewish People at the time of the Persian exile, had clarity of soul, mind and heart at all times. He warned the Jewish People against going to the Grand Party of King Achashverous, who was celebrating what was calculated to be the literal "point of no return," the expiration of the prophecy that the Jewish People would return to the Holy Land within 70 years.
“He warned his fellow Jews not to go to the Grand Party celebrating the demise of the Jewish People. But no one listened to him. All the great rabbis went. Mordechai was ignored.
“And the situation went from disaster to calamity. Seizing on the general Jewish despair and the dimming of the Light Unto the Nations, Amalek sprang into action to execute a one day total final solution to eliminate the entire Jewish People, G-d forbid.
“Mordechai sat and mourned.
“Action was required but what kind of action could possibly be pulled off if the entire Jewish leadership was in such despair that they went to the Grand Party celebrating their own demise. They could not act. And if the average man had been groomed and trained to follow the leadership without questioning and to fear doing the right thing if it was not approved by the leadership, then how could the average man possibly be motivated to action.
“Then, Mordechai the Righteous heard something. Something that gave him hope. That opened the path to Redemption from the impending genocide and darkness for the world as a whole.”
“Passing a Jewish Cheder, meaning a room where children are dedicated into the service of G-d Al-mighty (Chinuch) with the learning of Torah, he saw the children leaving and he asked them what they had just learned.
“One child said, "Do not fear your own sudden feeling of terror when you live through the buildup to the decimation of the wicked." (Proverbs 3:25)
“One child said, "The conspiracies are plotted but then torn apart, the proclamations of are made but come to naught, for G-d Al-mighty is with us." (Isaiah 8:10)
“One child said, "Until and throughout your old age Jewish People, I am He, until and throughout your senior years, I will support you, I made you, I will carry you, I will support you and I will rescue you." (Isaiah 46:4)
“And, Mordechai was filled with hope!
“He certainly already knew these verses and they were fluent in his mouth since his youth. Why suddenly was he filled with hope?!
“Because it hit him that these children took these Torah verses literally. That whereas the leaders and their parents had fallen into a deep despair, these children were not despairing.”
Continue reading here.
“Do not fear your own sudden feeling of terror when you live through the buildup to the decimation of the wicked." (Proverbs 3:25)
What would today feel like, if we take Proverbs 3:25 as the truth of what we are living through—the “…buildup to the decimation of the wicked?”
We would go from feeling powerless to feeling hopeful.
Evil always builds toward its decimation, does it not?
In the meantime, we must never lose hope, and never allow despair to overtake us. Instead: We run down the clock, exuding hope and love. These two are birds of a feather.