Hello friends, I hope you're doing well;
I come to you with something strange to tell.
(But then again, who's to say what's strange
In these times of sudden, surprising change?)
The tale I have relates to all the things
Coming to light throughout “the happenings”,
Unglimpsed hints lurking behind Q's posts;
Shadow powers, influence like ghosts;
The keystone to what truth would “hospitalize”
The ninety-nine percent that hide their eyes.
I've traced connecting lines that seem to show
That all along, we've had more than we know.
Sources created in mutual isolation
That point to an identical conflagration;
Sources waiting “hidden in plain sight”
For fresh eyes to give their bark a bite;
Coincidence of claims that asks t0o much
Of rationalism's failing little crutch.
Thus friends, fellow humans, I come to you,
To share what I am forced to view as true,
And paint a picture that can't be unseen
I tell you– what a long strange trip it's been!
Something evil is knocking at the door.
And this isn't just some moral metaphor.
It's real.
And to survive, we must begin to deal…
But from the start a problem that we face
In trying to get the truth installed in place
Is that the truth is of a sort we're taught
To discount and scoff at without thought;
Most people lack all hearing, smell, and vision
Outside the Overton window's strict permission.
But then, what is this “window” in our face
That neatly tucks the narrative in place?
What is this box that public thought maintains
Is the only good shelter for rational brains?
The Overton Window is nothing but the way
Social conditions dictate what we say
And think, and what we will even permit
To enter our belief system's orbit.
Most people don't examine half the thought
Implicit in the worldview that they got
Fed to them in childhood or at college–
Who reads the cards that make his house of knowledge?
The social instinct that's so strong in us
Gives us thoughts we ride in like a bus;
We placidly sit, and ride from here to there
Content, though never stopping anywhere,
Calm, as long as we have our friends along
To play a game, or sing a familiar song.
And so the frames of popular belief
Bind our minds like kindling in a sheaf.
And any truth that doesn't fit just so,
Drops in a box of things we never know.
Such truths may get tamped down like powder and shot
Before the spark that makes the musket hot.
And so I tell you: people, please wake up
And dump the poison kool-aid from your cup,
Served from such a strange cafeteria
As the murky kitchens we call 'mass media'.
Think outside the beliefs you only hold
Because your mind's too timid to be bold;
The herd-verdict doesn't hold up in courts
Outside the jurisdiction of brays and snorts.
The safe thoughts, chosen so we'd get along,
Burn all alike, when they turn out to be all wrong.
I say this now because I know I must
Explain things that will tend to make heads bust–
The absolute bizarreness they imply–
But we must meet this “thing” with steady eye,
And adjust, those of us who can. And pray.
As we will see, there is no other way.
And remember too, that though new terror waits
By this fact, new Light also incarnates…