Yet, it is those very eyes, that mind, that constructs the future of light, hope and everything they feel they deserve for not only them but their children and those that follow them. It is that human urge for better, for growth, nurture and evolution.
All along this twisted, winding path the sirens of “You will be happy and have nothing”, raise their putrid, spittle-filled words, as if to finally crush the last vestiges of light. A light that remains hidden behind comfort, misdirected belief that there are those in power who will always have our interests at heart, yet never show it. Dangling the carrot of social support, dependency and silent abuse, conveyed across the airwaves via television, radio and paper, they lure us in, deeper and more insidiously than we could control.
If looked at this present moment with objective vision, never found at Specsavers, it can be seen the lie told for so long, to so many, is as hollow as the deadest tree.
Where are the dreams? Where is the vision of a life so much better?
Well, build it and they will come!
For so many the art of building a life with strength, fortitude, challenge and vision has been crushed. In spite of it seemingly being crushed, it can never be extinguished nor killed. It is always there, like the eternal flame, to be fanned, brought back to life and power. Yet out of all the mass of humanity there will be but a few that will lead towards that light and way, present to the greater masses – the light of solution, the way out of human purgatory, self-inflicted and determined.
Along this fragile path to the light there are many who loudly pronounce they have the way, there are solutions, yet drill down these solutions and there is a vapid, bleak hole of nothing. No action taken to assist the many, yet much money demanded for a huge vacuum of dark nothingness. Sweet dulcet tones from lips that came straight out of Propaganda Central. Illusory journey’s end that ends, as ever, in dead ends. Creamed, of last pennies so many are left at their wit’s end. Cruel beyond belief, such egos suck like vampires, till the gullible, fall, drained of everything.
Yet all the while, all around us, is the solution building, are the hopes of so many constructed from solid foundations built on the land that is ours and ours alone.
No need to serve the Maritime masters the Admiralty a*holes, drunk on empire and a heritage of elitist ‘superior’ management. The totems of a dead legacy, consumed with self interest and greed finally meet their end. They know it, yet to manufacture wars is all they ever had, and that castes belief beyond the pail. Unfortunately for them the majority of the world have been shown a far richer, more potent way to co-existence – a multipolar world and respect for the sovereign in each.
Their rule, empires, hegemony all face a divine tsunami of retribution that was always the people’s to have and to hold. The usurers, not only cast from the temples of mammon but also wiped out of an existence they thought was theirs by divine right. Ah, how sweet their twisted presumption falls. Its image and process, soon to be watched and witnessed by so many who held them ‘too big to fail’, feared their impotent power directing all futures, now mere vanities on the bonfires of hubris.
Nothing much that has ever come out of Hollywood has had a tingle of truth, yet been awash with predictive programming. That programming has made most of us believe what will be is always meant to be. Just watch as we all go forward how misdirected that thought has been.
Hold the popcorn, take your favourite beverage and be totally enraptured with what you most probably never believed would ever come to pass in your lifetime: Your new life before you.
Despite that harpy Thatcher stealing this quote from a true saint, here it can be quoted in its truest form and most meaningful meaning:
