SHACK 3097 SILENCE

Silence

 It was the morning of Thursday 28th September 2023 and I felt a great Silence, heavy and pregnant as if the world was imploding upon itself. The Full Moon was looming on the Friday the 29th September 2023 at around 9.57 am.

I could not shake a feeling of thousands of souls crying in the wilderness of despair and abandonment. The world news was desperate and the wars with attrition, the homeless, the starving, the abused with strange decisions by authority, weird and dangerous tinkering with DNA, genetics, sexual indecisions, something called woke and transhumanism, digital manipulations and AI and the shadow of robots, Androids and cyborgism. The overlords of capitalism, massive multinational companies who have no allegiance other than to themselves, their minions and the strange notions to enslave populations into servitude and ruthless abeyance.

This silence felt to drag one down into a whirlpool, like a blackhole devouring every galaxy and not suffering from indigestion or bloating and feasting on the misery of others. Its lust and dripping salivating licentious jaws seemingly never full or remorseful, churning its unending search for more and more and its ego so large round and devastating in its lust and power grab that it will consume everything in its sight and in the end consume itself into oblivion and extinction.  

It has a death wish, a suicidal shadow cutting out the light and deep down its is running from its own denial of its destiny if it continues in this course, yet knowing this is eventuality, still runs its process and knowing it will self destroy and plunder itself into to a path of wildness, reckless plunder and eventually causing its own demise.

However there is another side to this silent heavy swirling thick silence, a sort of slaughtered by the silence, should one have the courage to surrender quietly to the whirlpool and be aware and ride the centrifuge then the rushing spirals still exist and persist but there is the awareness to ride the tide so to speak and take a ride rather than be consumed by the rapid spiralling event and instead of dropping unceremoniously at the end of the blockhole in an explosion and be scattered all over the Universe in a non recognisable heap of random rubble, one is exuded into a modicum of balm and a feeling of peace and endurance.

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