An Open Letter to the New Invisibles
166 2017-11-13 by ApocalypseFatigue
You know, I've sported a stealth tin foil hat for the majority of my life now. You take the shapes you need to to navigate this labyrinth. But I'm tired of accepting the stigma given those who question authority, official narratives, and complacency in the face of clear corruption. Everyone is aware on some level that we have deep problems on this planet, regardless of how aggressive their denial or how oblivious they are through circumstance. I'm less concerned with blame and more interested in solutions. From now on I'll wear my crazy like a crown.
A lot of people think all the high strangeness flickering across their screens popped out of a Russian data bomb in election season, but this goes back as long as people. International intrigue, political theater, blackmail and bogeymen are just the ripples on the surface of very deep water. These things are symptoms. Conspiracy is an emergent property of civilization, or at least, this one. Curiosity is innate among the living. The streams cross for many, more all the time. Call it what you want, it's here to stay. This is the time of unveiling. The world's closets are having a skeleton liquidation, and everything must go! Even the status quo can't avoid it, though the main stream is full of red herrings.
In these post-truth times of fake news and faker news and pageantry and public ritual, it's all too much for just about anyone, probably by design. Weary folk don't have the juice to fight until their backs hit the wall. It's no wonder then that people escape ever deeper into the portable data-mining virtual reality portals we call "phones." It's no wonder so many people are wearing their stress on their sleeves, in their voice, in the eyes that won't meet yours. Once you start to see the bones of this world, you don't get to stop. I can't blame people for opting out.
I've accepted that we're sleepwalking as a species, with our dreams being harmonized to corporate interests. Some of us do fall awake long enough to see the weather on the horizon and add it to the storehouse of situational awareness. Sometimes all you can do is know, and do your best to avoid adding to whatever phantom showed itself for an instant. Possibly because of a history of insomnia and a comical number of near death and baffling spiritual experiences I've had a foot in both worlds a long time now. It's old hat to me, though even a seasoned crackpot like myself is shocked at the currents that are flirting with visibility. One gets a certain vertigo when dots grow together in the clear light.
I came from the days when one's introduction to the fringe came in the form of being curious in dusty used bookstores and prowling the text based ancestors of the Internet over land lines and I'll tell you, I do long for that innocence and simplicity at times. Now there are things like communities encircling the pursuit of truths, but in the little corners where people whisper or shout about what they find between the lines, we're in the days of AI shilling, hashtag erasure, YouTube jail and Google memory holes. The hive is aggressive and does not appreciate autonomy, despite what it might tell you in car commercials.
There's too much data being sprayed at us and collected on us. Demographics have been replaced by psychographics. The old pillars of the press are riddled with cracks. The new delivery systems have different agendas. There's too much news, fake or otherwise (it's a trick question). People are exhausted, and can barely keep up with the omnidirectional information overload. The signal to noise ratio is painfully bad.
The alphabet studios seem married to the alphabet agencies and the strain you hear in the voice of opposition comes from the choke chain around its throat. We keep trying to become the media by producing rather than consuming, but the mold is really stubborn in this tenement. Since you could set type and put ink on a page some stiff was ready with a pail of whitewash. There's always a new form of the old game, which is always to squelch all opposition to the narrative. These are strange days in what could become the slave new world if we keep hitting snooze on the consciousness clock. As long as people have been trying to figure out the shape of things behind the curtain there have been stubborn pests: disinformation campaigns, fear mongering, and people making a buck off dread.
But what's also been here the whole time is a that still small voice that waits for us to shut up and hear it, that gentle pulse of guiding light toward hope. And I see it in the damnedest places these days and I love to catch it working through us. The meme wars are real, and ancient, and will be won in good time. The shadowsphere is aging poorly, and it's running out of tricks to pull. With every generation comes a population of mutants upon which the old trance won't hold for long.
Whatever happened to us as individuals to re-awaken the thrust and thirst for truth, it seems the Great Work has been taken back from the would be architects who corrupted it. It seems it's being crowdsourced to us, the new eyes and ears of The Search. This time, it's spreading to other generations, new populations, and it is finding its way around the familiar traps.
Perhaps this turn in the great game the veils will be shredded for good. Perhaps this time, all the walls between us will come tumbling down at last. What world will we build then? It's hard to guess. But at least we can see what has been built around us, and do our best to learn as we transcend the damage done.
I am driven to know, even if I never can. I went deep into many rabbit holes that will be familiar to some of you. At times I was overcome with amusement at the absurdity of what I found and at other times got very sad and very scared at what I found there, pregnant as it was with the gravity of unspeakable apparent truth. But in these pitch dark tunnels, I found that I could see in a new way. I had discovered how to read the signs and symbols by my own light, to do my best to discern and decipher.
I wager so have you. Here we are in a domain that allows us to compare our views. What a time! We have all come from different directions and seek to uncover paths that do not always cross. Even when we employ our better natures and avoid petty conflicts, discord is sown to disrupt or for malice's sake. But this won't work forever. We don't need to be the same to work together. We can stick apart and compare notes. It may be the best way to work around the old traps.
We all take turns being the darkness as we look for the light. But we can't allow ourselves to stay divided. We all have some pieces of wisdom to trade. We are all here to help each other. As we cross paths and build maps, I hope we will collaborate rather than compete. Best to each of you and to us all. Keep digging, keep pulling weeds, and keep growing this garden. Day must always dance with night, but out of darkness cometh light!
48 comments
1 Zetterbluntz 2017-11-13
Something like this would be a good sticky for the sub. Very well written
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
Thank you!
1 AMP3R5AND 2017-11-13
Thank you for such a thoughtful and eloquent exposition. It's often difficult to put these ideas on paper.
My friend, you have a talent. The world needs you. Keep thinking. Keep writing. And tell us where you're posting, so we can follow you.
1 damonroe 2017-11-13
Second this.
Words are your art
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
You inspired me to "come out" as a writer/creator beyond my Reddit bubble. I've updated the post with offworld contact info.
1 AMP3R5AND 2017-11-13
Wonderful! Thank you again for sharing. Good luck my friend.
1 KittyHasABeard 2017-11-13
Perfect :-)
1 swordofdamocles42 2017-11-13
awesome!! :D
1 TheRickest_Rick 2017-11-13
"With every generation comes a population of mutants upon which the old trance won't hold for long."
Perfection.
1 limesqueezeme13 2017-11-13
Can't wait for chapter two.
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
See the updated post for more of this, and keep an eye out here. Thank you for the encouraging words!
1 limesqueezeme13 2017-11-13
Your site is amazing thanks for heads up...WHO are you !!!!! Lol
1 Secretteadrinker 2017-11-13
Beautiful.
I've mostly lost interest with forums, as no matter the discussion, the emphasis always seems to be on - or always turns into - disagreement, rather than any area of commonality.
1 balefire 2017-11-13
Yo mods, sticky this and make permanent link in sidebar. I can't speak for everyone, but if I did it would come in the form of the message of this post. In my mind, this post is completely bulletproof, a masterpiece.
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
Thank you so much for that!
1 ColinsEgo 2017-11-13
Only a matter of time before the Light reaches the shadows. Keep up the GOOD work!
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
More candles all the time. It's happening.
1 squaresquarecircle 2017-11-13
Nice man
1 Iamamansass 2017-11-13
Barbelith: I am not the god of your fathers. I am the hidden stone and break all hearts. Break open your own heart. Come from below. Rise unto the heights, descend again with knowledge. You must return below.
1 lauritabuffalo 2017-11-13
KING MOB
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
"Here's to the blank badge. And to everything around it that makes it seem blank. No more then. No more now. To chaos."
1 Hearthstone4LyfeBro 2017-11-13
Best post of the year. Really spoke to me. Thank you
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
Thank you so much!
1 Dippy_Egg 2017-11-13
Eloquently put.
What gives you hope? Would you say you've ever completely lost hope?
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
Somehow, over years and through ordeals spontaneous and self-created, I plumbed my depths and found that even in unimagined space there was something familiar and fundamental. I was never alone, however lonely. I see just enough light coming through the cracks to look forward to the day when we can bask in it.
I can't say I lost hope completely. But I came damn close.
Luckily, it seems that love is not always desiccated by fear. Humor is essential. Gallows humor, when necessary. As for what gives me hope, I see my own generation's misunderstandings crumbling like that of my father's, and know that my daughter's will find ways to redefine human experience that my mind is too small to imagine yet.
TL;DR: Shit gets better. It really does. It's mostly in how we react that determines quality of experience.
1 Dippy_Egg 2017-11-13
Thank you. I would love to rediscover that spark.
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
I'm out of these right now, but PM me and I'll get you one of these reminders when I can.
1 Dippy_Egg 2017-11-13
Thanks again, will do! You do have a gift for elocution and it is heartening to see you using it to inspire.
1 treeslooklikelamb 2017-11-13
Respect.
1 ZeerVreemd 2017-11-13
Thanks for this work of art, it completely resonates with me.
1 dirkdeagler 2017-11-13
Awesome writing. Thanks for capturing the gestalt and stating it beautifully.
1 astralboy0 2017-11-13
Thanks for writing this. Really well done and hits a lot of notes that I've been thinking about recently.
1 lauritabuffalo 2017-11-13
"But in these pitch dark tunnels, I found that I could see in a new way. I had discovered how to read the signs and symbols by my own light, to do my best to discern and decipher."
Wonderful.
1 bacare 2017-11-13
If these kids only knew, knew what it was like to wear the invisible tin foil hat 30 years ago. well said.
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
Would love to swap stories.
1 Apollocalypse 2017-11-13
It's posts like this that give me hope for humanity.
Not a lot of hope. But a helluva lot more than I had yesterday.
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
That's enough to make me happy I did it!
1 TheBlackDiamonds 2017-11-13
This post should be pinned
1 JediMasterSteveDave 2017-11-13
"we must hang together, or we shall most assuredly hang separately."
1 KarmaPolice777 2017-11-13
I'm not crying, you're crying!
1 Exec99 2017-11-13
These are the kinds of posts that I come here to see.
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
And these are the comments that let me know I'm doing something that helps more than myself.
1 EarnestB 2017-11-13
I take heart in what you have so eloquently expressed and importantly, the positive response by so many thoughtful people. Thank-you.
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
Thank you as well. I feel welcomed.
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
To all:
If you'd like something to signal the others with, I've made a sticker
1 pnw1111 2017-11-13
Late to the game here. But I needed this. Bravo and thank you.
1 ApocalypseFatigue 2017-11-13
I needed to hear it! Thank you.