The Year 2020
The year 2020 will live in infamy. This year will be forever known, as the year that humanity split in two. In other words, humanity, which could also be referred to as flumanity, had a psychotic split in its collective personality. Hail the coming of the tyrants. Hail the coming of the medical mafias, the economic hit-men, the technocrats, the plutocrats, and the scientific dictatorship. And worse yet, its many followers. The full-on psychological war is raging. What will you do? What can you do? The masses have followed these soulless pied-pipers into oblivion—into hell itself. Those who will not follow must lead themselves and find others willing to do the same. The choice is yours. It has always been so. Heaven or hell is ahead of us. We will be the makers of it whether we like it or not. We will help or hinder either/or. But we cannot do both for long. It feels as if light and dark have met each other and rest and action have merged. This limbo of the last weeks since conjunction has seemingly malfunctioned. What a year it's been for all.
In past, I've read much of war and strife from human minds who've witnessed their version of the "end times." But guess what, it never ended. It still continues to this day, forever ongoing. Nothing can stop the universe from its deliberate motion, therefore, nothing can stop time which is but the measure of motion. We really need only decide what to do with the time that is given us, so spake the gray pilgrim. What motions shall we make that are either meaningful, or not? Shall we do the bidding of tyrants, or that of our own conscious? What shall be the state of the world when we leave it, compared to when we found it? Will our children grow up in a world worth living in? Shall we leave them to the wolves to be devoured in this seeming end time hour, or will we rise to the occasion and create a future without fear—one worth fighting for? The time of wolves and warriors has come. For as weakness and strength cannot govern the earth together, only one champion will emerge victorious. Humanity will either rise or fall, but it cannot do both for long. Soon, the limbo will break and the tides of the new world will rush in.
The clock struck midnight. The game is afoot. There is no going back. The Great Reset (New World Order) is upon us and none are there who can unring this bell nor unwrite this chapter, which is birthing itself in all its horror for all the world to see. The masked man is up to his knees in the hellish waste of the coming world, one foot in the past and one in two possible futures. If he does nothing, he shall surely perish—swallowed up by it over time. However, if he unfailingly seeks heaven, and continues to unfold despite all hell breaking loose ahead, he may learn new ways, new approaches as his consciousness rides out and meets this scourge—a beacon of Light in a world of darkness. He may bring with him, Light into the darkness, knowledge to the ignorant, and truth to all falsehood. He is unsplit in himself, forged in the fires of righteousness, and reborn to the world whole, complete, powerful and unified. He passed through hell before and knows it well. He has heaven in his heart, and knows the Light within will guide his every step. Doubt does not become him. He KNOWS what he must do.
The world of man is but a mirage, a false idol whose glimmering promise of fortune, fame, false hope and security fails to attract one who has unified heaven and hell within. He relies upon himself, to live for a purpose greater than that of external hopes and themes that lie aloft in midsummer dreams. He has hands and uses them. A mind with which he thinks and performs—working magic wherever he goes, and a heart that fills his life and creations with God's purposefulness. He is found in a world of the lost. And he has no regrets for the matter he commands as he forges his thoughts into crystalline forms.
Man is mind. Matter is what mind does. For all the terribleness, yet greatness that 2020 has brought, and the reason I called my album this year, "2020 - Perfect Vision" is self-evident. We can now clearly see the road signs ahead. Heaven and hell stand before us all. The nakedness of mankind stands before the whole universe. Shall we enter again into the garden? 2021 will surely tell. May this year be happy despite the wicked, blessed despite the cursed and made whole despite the broken.
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