The word ‘conspiracy’ is invariably followed by the word ‘theory.’
All too often history reveals what the present moment conceals.
J.F.K wasn’t killed by a lone gunman. The facts are there. The U.S.A has been hijacked since a long time back.
The world is full of ‘behind the scenes’ manoeuvers.
I am - to some extent - a child of the sixties. We could look down the track and it was obvious back then that ‘our’ way of life - new fridge, new car, new McDonalds mansion with an exploding worldwide population couldn’t continue indefinitely.
We didn’t have any earth shattering answers. It just wasn’t sustainable....so we went about our lives as best we could with one eye on the horizon and expecting a hard rain.
Ironic - the world thirsts for a long rain - any rain.
If I were of a mentality where the world is a chess board, the nations the pieces, the populations more or less irrelevant then ‘we’d’ be better off without ‘most of the useless eaters.’ That’s you and me.
These are the ideas which are called conspiracy.
That 9/11 - ‘the Official Story’ - doesn’t make sense when the facts are looked at.
That George Bush - a puppet - had two elections stolen for him and the ‘stolen’ eight years and the directions taken now give America and the world hugely uneasy societies.
‘It’s all about the money’ expands into ‘ that’s just trappings - gimme the power’.
Even in Australia where ‘Life is still good - well actually it’s brilliant compared to most societies’ - many people seem somehow abstracted by the unease pervading most of the world regarding ‘the Future’.
Still an’ all. Life continues and we make plans as humans, as we must, for the welfare of those around us but I cant help but feel that the curtain could come down on ‘this particular play’ at a moments notice. There’s a sense of the last days of the Roman Empire. I expect horror within my lifetime and because I know that human nature is capable of manifesting the most bestial ... no ... that conjures sexuality expressions when I more mean ‘things’ like the trafficking in human organs in which you and I are worth our parts..... that sort of bestiality.
I do ‘see’ that - behind the thrones - lies a cold, amoral and ultimately hideous future being manipulated into existence.
Just as well that I know the ‘fear and trembling’ which must precede any sense of the Divine.
I bow to that.
Pain, suffering and unexpected blows of fate are the lot of mankind but also of every variety of life. Does a carrot expect to be picked? Is it glad to be used? Would it have preferred a few more weeks in the soil before being so rudely uprooted?
I’ve been fortunate - let me explain that.
Not born particularly attractive allows me to develop quietly. My life circumstance makes me a middle child with many sisters. It’s a mixed blessing.
Three countries makes me a nomad regardless of duration in a physical place.
I cant explain anymore.
It’s nearly four in the morning and ‘Doctor Who’ appears briefly on the background T.V. and I’m needing to write because it’s been a big day at work and I’m still processing shit, slugs and a sense of defeat and I’m psychically grumbling and feeling a bit burnt out.
I had the chance to have a video made of a few songs performed at one of the recent songwriter nights and it’s excruciatingly ‘poor’.
That was the night that I was out of tune. I wont put it up on youtube but it’s still useful to me for the growing structure of the songs.
Gloomy isn’t useful is it?
A beautiful line in a comedic show on the t.v. cuts through.
“Does the world ever confuse you for a dickhead?”
Somehow this is very amusing.