Why do I feel driven to spill my guts on some very, very personal life experiences in front of some very, very close minded people?
I finally feel, after one last attempt to clarify The Skinwalker Ranch experience, that I am done trying to explain and justify these rather intimate, traumatic events to every sofa jockey critic on the intertubes. The time is short. The paradigm is changing. Words fall on hardening, stupefied ears and cause anger and frustration. The message is too late. Those that should know already do. Those that shouldn’t know are slated for rough times.
I just gotta let it go now and start my fade to the fringe….
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Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease....~V~
Maybe instead of treating the symptoms we should target the source – the utter lack of substance behind contemporary values. People kill themselves because they are driven by lies, people drug themselves to escape a living hell and find a dying peace. Why not just blow it all to hell and at least create a chance of starting over?
